Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Yu Yuwei went to worry about it on his own. Li Xizhi didn't know how to refine weapons and couldn't help him much. Tang Shecheng, Yu Xiuxian, and even Yu Muxian, who inherited Yuanwu's mantle, all died. Qingchi Sect's weapon refinement method has declined. There is no good weapon master.

The old man had a sad face, carrying the big purple cauldron, glanced at Li Xizhi, and said:

"Xi Zhi... The cave that fell down is called Dongning Palace. Several people from Zifu have gone in... I estimate the days and heard that Chijiao, Lu Kui... several sects that are unable to take action will also arrive soon. "

Li Xizhi nodded, as if listening carefully, and saw Yu Yuwei murmuring:

"Today, I can no longer see clearly... Chijiao and Ou Kui are constantly fighting overseas, monks are dying every month, and Zifu has the intention to return to the north and participate in the Bian Yanshan incident..."

"Unfathomable...unfathomable!"

The old man sighed for a while and sat aside in confusion. Li Quantao looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice:

"Dongning Palace... was once one of the caves built by the Ning Kingdom. Ning Kingdom was the hometown of Li Jiangqun, the real person of Donghua, and the Jiajiang Li family of Ning Kingdom was a descendant of the Jindan Immortal. How many are left behind? In addition to the Wanling Sect and Prince Ning, It must be tempting.”

Yu Yuwei thought more, but his friendship was too shallow and he didn't want to talk to Li Quantao. He simply nodded and said in a low voice:

"I got the news yesterday that my nephew Yu Fuyu died. No one in the family is willing to collect the body, so I have to go there."

There was a quarrel in the Yu family like enemies. Yu Yuwei showed no expression when mentioning his nephew's death. He only drooped his eyelids, exchanged a few words, put the big cauldron in his arms, and left on the wind.

When the old man left the yard, Li Quantao took a step forward and whispered:

"Brother Zhi... The Yu family is so selfish and cruel. Although Yu Yuwei is older, there is no guarantee what will happen... We need to be more careful."

Seeing Li Xizhi looking at him, Li Quantao looked very serious and said:

"Does Brother Zhi still know about Murong Xia? Nobles should have records... The Yu family did not hide anything. They went around recruiting people with high-sounding powers, driving them away with magic power, building several temples, and building a main hall for Murong Xia to eat people at night. "

"Although every family has been harmed by Murong Xia, they also understand that the Yu family has no choice but to smile so brightly and not bother to hide it, and even bow to Murong Xia from the beginning to the end..."

Li Quantao shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"It's really shameful!"

Li Xizhi also understood this and nodded slightly. Li Quantao continued:

"What's more... Yu Yuchui's death is inextricably linked to Yu Yuwei. It is rumored that it was a clan fight that intentionally caused harm. How can we believe that such a person can even kill his own brother?"

'Yu Yuchuan was clearly given pills by Chi Wei to practice...'

Li Xizhi frowned, but couldn't say anything, so he only replied:

"Thank you, dear brother, for reminding me."

While the two were discussing, they saw a man coming forward, with his body hunched over and a green token between his hands. This man said respectfully:

"Two adults, please give me the Immortal Order."

The Qingchi Sect has many ways of delivering orders. If a Foundation Establishment came with an order, it would be much more solemn. Now a simple order was sent, and not even one person was sent, showing dissatisfaction.

Li Xizhi stood up, stroked his sleeves, took it according to the prescribed gestures, poured his magic power into it, released a green light, and only said one concise sentence:

"Li Xizhi of Changtian Peak will be stationed again in Baixiang Valley within three days and obey the orders."

…

Yanshan Pass.

The fog in Yanshan Pass was hazy, and the monks in black were riding the wind. A group of monks below quickly asked how they were doing. Li Wushao, who always had a calm face, didn't say much and buried his head in the wind.

When he finally settled down, he saw a burly weapon refiner dressed in red, with a bunch of clanking iron tools tied to his body, looking at the city. It was Chu Minglian.

Chu Minglian has been refining weapons in the city for most of this time. He has a relationship with the Li family. He is also cheerful and generous, and he has become very familiar with them.

Seeing Li Wushao, Chu Mingluan looked over with interest and asked:

"Fellow Taoist Wushao...how come I haven't seen you running to Lanying in the neighboring valley recently? You came back so quickly today..."

Stationed not far from Yanshanguan is Lingu Lanying from Lingu's family. This female nun's mount is a white hooked snake. Li Wushao said that he hadn't seen the same kind of snake for many years and would often go there to visit him.

A few people knew it well and didn't make fun of him. They were very itchy in private and kept asking for gossip. However, Li Wushao was very strict and could not tell anything, which made people even more curious.

Li Wushao had a sullen face and only replied:

"I've met the master... but the demonic cultivators have been rampant recently, and I'm afraid that I might miss the order and have trouble leaving the formation."

After saying this, Li Wushao had already drifted away in the wind. Chu Minglian looked a little confused. After wandering around the gate for a week, another woman flew in front of the formation.

This woman has a beautiful face and is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. She is wearing a light green Taoist robe and has a superb Dharma light. She is not ordinary at first glance. Her black hair is like a waterfall behind her, with a few hairpins stuck in it. She is very beautiful.

The woman bowed and said warmly:

"I'm at Lingu's house in Jiachuan, Lingu Lanying... I'd like to see fellow Taoist Qinghong."

"It turns out that I am a fellow Taoist from the neighboring valley of Jiachuan. I am Chu Minglian."

Chu Minglian was just here to refine weapons, and did not open the magic weapon of the array. He waved his hands and pushed it away. He looked at Neighbor Gu Lan and went down politely.

Neighbor Gu Lanying was not in a hurry, and just waited silently in front of the formation for more than ten breaths. Sure enough, someone came forward, a bright and generous female cultivator, and said respectfully:

"Qing Du Li Ming Palace, I have met the senior."

Such an expression was very endearing. Neighbor Gu Lanying smiled slightly and followed her into the formation. After passing through several city walls, she soon saw a hill. The decorations on the hill were very simple and nothing out of the ordinary.

Entering the cave, she saw a woman in white reading jade slips at the table. There was a silver gun lying flat on the temple. From time to time, white lightning jumped out and made a small thunderclap sound.

"This is Lei Xiu Li Qinghong..."

"Linggu Lanying has met Taoist friend!"

Neighbor Gu Lanying looked at her, and Li Qinghong also observed her, smiled and came down from the top, and said kindly:

"There's been a lot of trouble with Wu Shao recently. I'm sorry to trouble you fellow Taoist!"

After hearing this, Lingu Lanying looked slightly embarrassed and replied with a smile:

"It's no trouble. My Gu'er can also have a companion."

Judging from her tone, Gu'er was the name of the white snake. Li Qinghong had some premonitions in his heart and secretly calculated:

"What can happen to my neighbor Gu Lan Yingxun? It's probably all about Li Wushao and Na Gu'er..."

The two of them were polite for a while, and then Gu Lanying said as expected:

"In recent years, Wu Shao of the noble family has become close to my Gu'er... I have met him many times. Not only is he smart, but he is also quite strong. After all, my Gu'er is young. He has learned a lot over time and has benefited a lot. .”

Li Qinghong nodded with a smile and said softly:

"What do fellow Taoists mean...?"

Lin Gu Lanying smiled awkwardly and softened her tone:

"It would be best if this matter can be facilitated... The two families have been destined to be together for a long time, and Lan Ying also admires his senior very much..."

"Gu'er and I had chatted several times, and she was very hesitant. She said that Wushao was very powerful, the Li family was also a first-class wealthy family, and Li Wushao also cared about her very much, so she hesitated for a long time..."

When Li Qinghong heard this, he felt something was wrong, and his expression tightened, and he remained silent. Neighbor Gu Lanying said in a low voice:

"But the child in the family is young, so she finally made up her mind that this matter will not work... Her ancestors have been in Lushui for generations, and they have always wanted a husband who cultivates Lushui, but Wushao is in Fushui..."

Neighbor Gu Lanying spoke very tactfully, but Li Qinghong knew a lot, and he understood immediately:

"What Lushui Prefecture water! It turns out that I dislike Li Wushao Hook Snake's mixed bloodline!"

Hooked snakes are the descendants of Lushui feathered snakes. Naturally, Lushui is the purest and most noble. Li Qinghong has also seen Nagu'er. Not to mention that it is much larger than ordinary hooked snakes. Its scales are delicate and smooth, noble and elegant.

The rest of the Heshui Kanshui are worse, mainly descendants of the feathered serpent's subordinates. Among the many hook snake clans, Fushui is the only one who does not have it. Naturally, Fushui is the lowest.

Before Li Wushao met Li Yuanjiao, he had been in a state of poverty. His strength was so low that he even fled into the salty lake. This had a lot to do with his bloodline.

Now that he said this, Li Qinghong's heart suddenly became cold. After getting along with him for such a long time, Zhu Xiu had already regarded Li Wushao as one of his own, and felt unhappy.

Neighbor Gu Lanying did not lie, and spoke tactfully. Feeling bitter in her heart, she went to see Li Qinghong. Seeing that Li Qinghong had no expression on her face, she had no choice but to explain:

"This trip does not mean any disdain. I just want to say something to my senior in person... I brought an apology and hope that my senior can forgive me."

When things got to this point, Lingu Lanying also had a huge headache. The Hook Snake Gu'er beside her was the only daughter of the old snake with a good reputation and strength in the clan, so Lingu Lanying also had to respect her.

She heard about the two snakes earlier and was excited for a day or two. The Li family was now gaining power, and it was natural that her neighbor Lan Ying could have some connections. However, no matter how satisfied she was with the marriage, she was not the only one. How can Gu'er commit herself to human affairs?

Neighbor Gu Lanying was at a loss in the cave. Li Qinghong could see the difficulty this woman was in, and his original intention to retaliate became much calmer. He sighed slightly and replied:

"This is just a matter of mutual consent between the two of us, so why do we need any apology? Fellow Taoist, please take it back."

She had caused such a mess for no reason, so Li Qinghong was in no mood to respond to her. Lingu's family was also one of the richest families, so she had enough dignity, so she really couldn't say anything.

Li Qinghong dealt with her for a few moments, but Gu Lanying, her neighbor, saw that her face was not good-looking and quickly retreated. Just as Li Qinghong was about to call Li Wushao forward, Li Minggong had already hurried forward and said respectfully:

"Aunt, Master Chu has already finished crafting that feather coat!"

This feather robe was naturally modified from the brocade robe seized from the Demon Cultivator. It was originally a thing of the Wanling Sect. Chu Minglian was so happy that he changed it for a long time and added all the good things he could find. , spent a lot of effort, and now it is finally completed.

"oh?"

Finally getting some good news, Li Qinghong's eyes lit up, and he walked out of the cave with her, and met Li Wushao and Kong Heng waiting outside.

Kong Heng's cultivation became more and more exquisite, and his face became brighter. Li Wushao stood quietly aside. Seeing that there were so many people, Li Qinghong couldn't elaborate with him, so he only said softly:

"Look at Yuyi first."

Yanshanguan was also the mountain gate of Xiaozong. There were veins of fire on the mountain. People rode the wind and fell on the stove. Chu Minglian was standing aside.

With a cheerful face full of smiles, he cupped his hands towards Li Qinghong, waved his sleeves and touched them on the table, and suddenly an extra sleeve of white feathers appeared.

The white feathers of this feather are beautiful and elegant. There is a circle of beautiful long blue feathers around the neck and shoulders. It glows with a halo-like blue light and falls down along the white feathers. The three colors of blue, blue and white are intertwined, like a beautiful piece. jade.

The phantom colors floating on the feather coat made everyone unable to take their eyes away. Chu Minglian's face was full of pride, and his eyes moved on the feather coat, seeming reluctant to part with it.

"This feather coat originally belonged to Wanling Sect. Later, it was modified in the hands of the demon cultivator. It has changed beyond recognition. I removed the exaggerated modifications and changed many details. It is no longer what it was back then."

"I have changed many ancient designs again. After all, the True Lord and the nature of metal are different, and many things are no longer what they used to be."

He laughed, showing his confidence:

"What's more, [Yuzhen Liujiu Hexu Zhenjun] has achieved the fruition status. Now the formations and spells have been carefully changed by me. They are more powerful than before and can bless the master of Yuyi even more."

Chu Minglian said seriously:

"Although I am not as good as Tang Shecheng back then, the foundation of this feather robe is good. In its current appearance, it is no worse than the direct robes of Qingchi and Jin Yu!"

This feather coat is naturally not on the same level as the [Xiayou]. Just putting it on the table has a breathtaking smell. Li Qinghong picked it up gently, full of joy.

"Not to mention the ability of the protector, it can withstand casual attacks from ordinary foundation building. If Qinghong pays attention to it and activates the magic power to bless it on the surface, it can be even better."

Chu Minglian explained:

"First, [Yu Qing], this feather coat itself has a method left over from the Wanling Sect. This group of demon cultivators didn't know how to use it, and it has been buried for many years. As long as these thirty-two feathers are poured with magic power, they can emit green light. Like a bird soaring into the blue sky, like thunder and lightning, flying into the sky and escaping into the sea, all of them are of great use.”

"The second one is [Jinghan]. This feather coat is filled with cold gold, ice jade and other things. Once Qinghong puts on this coat, it will immediately have the effect of ice and calmness. It will have miraculous effects whether it is practicing or fighting in illusions!"

When he said this, Li Qinghong couldn't put it down. He held the feather coat in his hands. The three colors of green, blue and white flowed in his hands and flew away along his white wrist. Chu Minngling smiled and said:

"I carefully designed this feather coat. There is also an [Imperial Feather] that can release the thirty-two green feathers on the side of the feather coat together. Each one carries a stream of light. Each one is like an arrow. It is very easy to deal with a large number of enemies. It’s effective.”

"Thank you, senior!"

Li Qinghong smiled softly, Chu Minngling nodded, his generous face full of pride, and asked:

"This Yuyi can only be regarded as a modification, but it is the best work I have ever produced. Has Qinghong thought of a name?"

Li Qinghong nodded slightly, looked at the colors flowing on his hands and the green feathers gently blowing in the wind, thought for a moment, and replied:

"Let's call it [Qing Qing Ling]!"