Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Xizhi casually dealt with the big and small people in the city, and took the time to go to the yard. His eldest father Li Xuanxuan was holding a talisman pen, dipped in some spiritual ink, and sketching carefully.

The old man has been drawing talismans for more than seventy years. He can draw them perfectly even with his eyes closed. He raised his gray eyebrows and looked at Li Xizhi. He drew steadily in his hand and said with a smile:

"The doctor is here."

Li Xizhi responded respectfully. Li Xuanxuan moved his hand, and a talisman appeared. It was the [Guiyuan Shield] in the late stage of Qi training. It was white and crystal clear. Li Xuanxuan looked at his curious look and said with a smile:

"It's just a piece of junk, incomparable to the talismans in your sect."

Li Xizhi took a look and said softly:

"It's indeed a lot worse. My eldest father already has very high attainments in the art of talismans. It's just that he doesn't have the superior inheritance and is wasting on these talismans."

"The threshold for the art of talismans is low. There are too many idle cultivators like me in the country."

Li Xuanxuan smiled and waved his hand, took out [Dinglin Feng] from the storage bag, handed the shining golden magic weapon into his hand, and said:

"This [Dinglinfeng] bears Situ Mo's name and the stamp of Boring Gold Gate. We dare not take it and use it. We hope to find a family in the market who can go back to the furnace and change it for us." After some repair, it will work."

He twirled his beard and said in a clear voice:

"I took a chance to go out, but who knew that the few masters who could cultivate and reform in the market were afraid of offending the Boring Gold Gate, so they kicked me out. The only one who was willing to take over offered me a sky-high price! Look at this …Ouch!”

Li Xizhi understood, took the magic weapon, and said with a smile:

"Leave it to my grandson. Although I can't act recklessly in this city and make some money, I can use my power and power to open a door of convenience. This matter is difficult for the family to handle, but it is very simple for me."

Li Xuanxuan nodded repeatedly and said with emotion:

"A few years ago, I had an argument with your father Ji. If you could stay at home, it would be most suitable for you to run the family... It's a pity that you went to the sect. At that time, you were the only one suitable to go. If it had been a few years later..."

Li Xizhi shook his head, and Li Xuanxuan said again:

"But after all, you are also the best candidate to join the sect. Ximing is ruthless. If his temperament were to join the sect, it would be terrible! Xijun is too sharp, and Xi'an is too serious. He can be devoted and patient. You are the only one who can show your kindness..."

"I heard that you married a member of the Yang family, but are you considerate? Bring it back to Aweng when you have time..."

Li Xuanxuan was old and muttered. Li Xizhi listened with a smile and then said softly:

"Father, please wait a moment. I'll go get someone to recast the magic weapon."

Li Xuanxuan waved him out, and the backyard creaked twice. Li Xijun stepped in, looking much better, and said with some doubts:

"Uncle... it is better to make time to go home early. We will be safe in this city, but I am afraid that Situ Mo will not harm us and go to Qingdu Mountain. My aunt is alone. I am afraid Not his opponent."

"Yes."

Li Xuanxuan suddenly realized that this made sense, stopped the talisman pen in his hand, and replied:

"When Jiao'er comes out of seclusion, we can go home together. Let Xi Zhi bring the magical weapon later."

…

Li Xizhi left the yard, and the two old men came forward diligently. He asked softly:

"Who is the best at refining weapons in this city?"

An old man came forward and said with a smile:

"There is a Sword Sect monk here...who is good at making magic weapons, but...he is also a disciple of the Immortal Sect. He has been away from home for a long time, and his temperament is not very friendly. We dare not invite him, I am afraid that the adults will come to visit..."

"[Wanyu Sword Sect]...it doesn't matter, take me there."

Li Xizhi suddenly nodded, and as the two of them stepped forward, he took off on the rainbow. The two of them followed behind him, looking at the rainbow light under his feet with admiration and fear. One of them used his magic power to say:

"This man is really blessed. He was born in the direct line of Qingdu, and became a descendant of Qingchi. His master is the founder of the Yuan family in Mushroom Lin, and his father is the ancestor of the Li family. He has been the foundation for three generations... He is really on top of you and me since I was born. Already…”

The other old man nodded secretly and answered with his magic power:

"Who says it's not the case... I must have a good background in the sect... If you don't touch the oil and gas of Fangshi... maybe you don't like it at all!"

Li Xizhi couldn't listen to the conversation between the two, so he stepped into the courtyard and saw a young man sitting on the ground, holding a piece of drawing and looking at him with drooped eyelids.

"I'm here at Wanyu Sword Gate, Cheng Jinzhu. I wonder which peak of Qingchi this person is from?"

The relationship between Wanyu Jianmen and Qingchi Sect is not good, but it is considered rude for this person to sit astride and look sideways like this. Seeing him so arrogant, Li Xizhi secretly felt that this matter was difficult to handle, and said softly:

"Qingsui Peak Li Xizhi."

"What Qingsui Peak? I've never heard of it...!"

Cheng Jinzhu answered lightly, suddenly frowned, straightened his posture, and said doubtfully:

"You, the Li family, are not the [Fuchenfeng] Li family? Qingsui...but the Qingsui of the Sword Immortal?"

"It's Wangyue Lake, the Qingdu Li family."

As soon as Li Xizhi finished speaking, Cheng Jinzhu immediately jumped up from the ground, his face changed drastically, his smile became enthusiastic, and he said shamefully:

"Disrespectful, disrespectful... When I saw that my Taoist friend looked so young, I thought he was a direct descendant of the Demon Sect... It turned out to be a descendant of the Sword Immortal Family! I'm really sorry!"

Cheng Jinzhu could freely call Qingchi Sect Demon Sect, but Li Xizhi did not dare to recognize him. He was relieved and could only lower his head silently as if he had never heard of it before, and said modestly:

"The shadow of our ancestors is not worth mentioning."

Cheng Jinzhu's attitude was completely different. He pulled him over and said cheerfully:

"What is not worth mentioning! When the Yue Que sword intention emerged, the [Wan Yu Sword Book] in my sect was also touched. It said that the name of the sword was [Qing Chi] and the sword intention was [Yue Que]. It was ethereal and changing. At a glance That’s the right way!”

"We don't like to be called by the Immortal Peak of the Demon Sect. Whenever we talk about Sword Immortal, we always use the name of the sword."

He looked sad:

"It's a pity that something happened in southern Xinjiang! It's such a pity."

Cheng Jinzhu took Li Xizhi's hand and said softly:

"Your family was born in Qingchi, otherwise our Jianmen sect should have been the closest to your family. In recent years, our sect has been fighting everywhere, and the state is really not good. We can barely protect ourselves, otherwise we will definitely accept your children to start practicing..."

He said softly:

"In the matter of Wrath Maha, although my elders never participated in Shi Xiu's dirty things, they made an exception and secretly helped save people in Taixu. It had some unexpected effects. Unfortunately, it didn't happen in the end..."

Cheng Jinzhu seemed to be holding back his breath and spoke bitterly. Li Xizhi listened carefully and was slightly touched. Only then did Cheng Jinzhu realize it later and said with a smile:

"Come, come, fellow Taoist, I have learned a lot from my family, come and have a sword fight with me!"

Li Xizhi understood that he was afraid that he would gain from him by pretending to be the Li family, so he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword to accumulate strength, and said calmly:

"Okay, I will only use one sword."

'After all, I only know this sword in the "Yueque Sword Code"...'

Li Xizhi murmured something in his heart, and Cheng Jinzhu in front of him suddenly became serious, drew his sword, and the sword energy was bright and flowing continuously, and he was ready for battle.

Wan Yu's swordsmanship has been passed down for a long time. Cheng Jin moved his sword and observed Li Xizhi's movements. He saw the sword at his waist jumping up, drawing a huge sword arc and coming toward his face.

"when…"

The sword in his hand retracted and shook, and the sword arc in front of him had disappeared. Cheng Jinzhu stepped back a few steps, thoughtfully, while Li Xizhi's heart was empty:

"What a fast sword. Even though he is in the late stage of Qi training, he can easily defeat my swordsmanship, which shows his strength."

Cheng Jinzhu touched his chin and said softly:

"The noble swordsmanship is very interesting."

He was itching in his heart, thinking about asking Li Xizhi to use more swords, but Li Xizhi didn't want to delay any longer and just asked:

"I got a magic weapon from Boring Gold Gate, and I asked my Taoist friend to recast it for me so that it can be used by my family."

"The Boring Gold Gate."

Cheng Jinzhu responded and said naturally:

"Of course it's no problem, but a foundation-building magic weapon?"

Li Xizhi handed over [Dinglinfeng]. Cheng Jinzhu took it and took a look at it and praised:

"Ingenuity, sweetie."

He seemed to be an expert and just asked:

"You want to forge a sword? How much real energy can you use to control it?"

Li Xizhi said:

"Pine wind, frost and snow."

Cheng Jinzhu took a quick look, nodded and replied:

"If you have any cold jade or cold stone there, just bring it and I'll recast it for you. It will take about... about two or three years! The material of this golden light is very good. To make it look like this is overkill. Chengjian is also an easy foundation-building level."

Li Xizhi thanked him happily and asked quickly:

"I don't know how many spiritual stones there are?"

Cheng Jinzhu caressed the [Dinglin Feng] in his hand and said casually:

"I'll give it to you. I won't take advantage of you. I have only one request - after this magic weapon is made, I must name it."

Li Xizhi didn't care about this and just nodded in agreement. The two of them said goodbye and left.

When he turned around and landed in the yard, the family was already preparing to leave. Li Xizhi had only seen his family for half a month, and felt reluctant to leave. He quickly stepped forward and said to Li Yuanjiao:

"Is father's wound healed? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Li Yuanjiao said softly:

"The injury has stabilized. This injury can't be cured in a day or two. I still have to go home and stay in seclusion for three to five years."

He stroked his black clothes and said in a deep voice:

"I have a few things I want to ask you."

Li Xizhi responded, but he never thought that Li Yuanjiao said:

"Fight with your brother."

"ah?"

Li Xizhi looked at Li Xijun holding the sword in front of him and was slightly startled. He immediately understood. Li Yuanjiao said as expected:

"Let us both see how different my direct lineage is from the disciples of the Qingchi Sect!"

Li Xizhi settled down with some embarrassment. In front of him was Li Xijun, who was dressed in white and had been at the sixth level of Qi training for a long time. Li Xizhi had just broken through and was dressed in brocade.

He thought for a moment, put away his feather coat, and then nodded to his brother.

"Brother, I'm offended!"

Li Xijun stepped in the void, carried out the "River Crossing Turbulence Step", stepped forward, pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, his expression was solemn, the white air in his eyes moved, and he flew towards Li Xizhi.

Li Xizhi held the scabbard and stood out of thin air. His feet were filled with colorful light, calm and steady. He was already several feet away on one side. Li Xijun was suddenly suffocated and thought to himself:

'This movement technique is too advanced, I can't even think about closing the distance...'

He immediately made a decision and drew his sword, bringing out a mighty white sword arc. Li Xizhi did not bully him, he also drew his sword and greeted him with the Yueque sword arc.

Li Xijun's sword was ordinary, but Li Xizhi's sword was filled with magical light, dazzling and dazzling. It looked like it was not an ordinary thing at first glance. The two collided and made a roaring sound.

"boom…"

The two collided in the air, with smoke and dust everywhere. Li Xizhi used his sleeve to scatter a wisp of sword energy that flew towards him. He finally showed a hint of surprise and nodded:

"good!"

Li Xizhi is older than him, has been practicing swordsmanship longer than him, and has better swordsmanship talent than him. However, he practices many techniques in the sect and spends much less time on swordsmanship than Li Xijun. Although he has the magic weapon The benefits are still inferior.

Li Xijun gained the upper hand with one move and wanted to get closer and strike with his sword energy. However, Li Xizhi shook his head and smiled. He made a secret in his hand and a stream of colorful light flowed out.

【Floating light picking】

This colorful light was misty and ups and downs, coming and going like lightning. Li Xijun only felt that his hand was empty, and the sword in his hand had been in Li Xizhi's hand.

"What kind of spell is this!"

Li Yuanjiao on the side was just watching quietly. When he saw Li Xizhi taking the sword from Li Xijun's hand with a "swipe", his color suddenly changed and he was horrified.

‘Sure enough, there is a way to restrain the art of utensils! ’

The casual cultivators cannot master magic, and the only ones that can compete with the immortal sect are swords, spears, and knives... Such skills have a low threshold and a high upper limit. Li Yuanjiao has always suspected that the Qingchi Sect has a targeted method, and his heart suddenly thumped:

"If this is the case, there is no chance of winning. A spell and even the sword have been taken away!"

Li Xijun was also caught off guard. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He immediately put his two fingers together and released [Tujun Kuiguang], white light spurting out and hitting Li Xizhi.

"Good spell."

Li Xizhi praised him, made the same secret with his backhand, bent his middle finger and ring finger into his palm, and the rest stood on one side to form a tripod shape, and said one sentence at a time:

"Enter, my, heart, tripod."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sunflower light gathered into a white line, moved around in a circle, and fell into the palm of his hand. Li Xizhi turned it gently and knocked it aside. The white air circulated and froze the bluestones on the ground.

With the current situation, Li Xijun could only sigh helplessly. Li Yuanjiao and Li Xuanxuan looked at each other, both filled with shock:

'Zhi'er is not a direct descendant of Aoike, but the "Morning Glow Picking Dew Technique" is a complete and comprehensive one that Aoike is famous for... He has already tyrannized Ruosi! If it were the Chi family...'

Li Xizhi cupped his hands towards his younger brother, looked at the silent expressions of the two elders, and said silently:

"Zhi'er is not weak even in the sect..."

Li Yuanjiao sighed and asked:

"How many spells can the average disciple of Qingchi practice?"

Li Xizhi said respectfully:

"Three or four. If there are more, I'm afraid it will delay the foundation construction."

Li Xizhi looked at his father, hesitated for a moment, and replied:

"Disciples in the sect often build foundations in their fifties or sixties. This is not due to talent limitations, but because they are delayed in minoring in spells and waiting for the opportunity to break through. Some spells are not practiced, so foundation building becomes more difficult."

"Why?"

Li Yuanjiao frowned slightly, and the eldest son replied:

"Once a monk creates the Immortal Foundation, there will be many natural wonders. If the spells to be learned cannot be harmonious with it, it will be difficult to improve..."

"On the contrary, if the spell is learned early before the foundation is established, the spell will be affected by the immortal foundation after the foundation is established, and there may be many more wonderful changes!"

"Therefore, the disciples in the sect try to push as far as they can. Some people often get older, which leads to many tragedies in the end."