Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1174: End of Solitude
The banished Qi in the sky kept rolling, and the colors in the mountains became dim and dark to the extreme. Without the protection of the formation, the magic of the banished Qi had submerged the mountains and forests, cutting off spiritual consciousness.

Kong Xiaxiang's limbs were cold. He raised his head stupidly and got up from the ground. He felt as if his heart was immersed in cold water. He couldn't breathe, felt dizzy and his surroundings were like a smear of ink that could not be dissolved.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and squinted his eyes to identify it for a long time before he could make out a little white. It was two withered and haggard eyes on a lifeless face.

"Old Master...Uncle..."

"The real person... the real person committed suicide."

Kong Xiaxiang moved his knees on the ground, but the old man was still sitting stiffly under the tree, his head against the trunk, revealing his old and wrinkled neck, which had been cut in half by the old man himself, revealing his grayish-white trachea and dull flesh.

The sword of the former leader had long since slipped from his hand and stuck to the side. His legs were buried limply in the mud, and his hands were spread out at his sides, looking ugly, like a rotten wooden stake.

"…Ancestor…you too…"

Kong Xiaxiang moved while sobbing, and groped his way to sit next to the old man. He held his face with his hands and covered his throat with his palms. Only at this moment, those two lifeless eyes showed a little movement and stared at Kong Xiaxiang.

"Ancestor..."

With tears in his eyes, Kong Xiaxiang gently transferred his magic power into his body, but Kong Guxi stared at him straight. He raised his muddy hand and placed it softly on the middle-aged man's face, and his old lips moved twice.

Kong Xiaxiang couldn't hear clearly, so he lowered his head and moved closer to his lips, then he heard a few hoarse and vague words:
"Kong... Kong family..."

Although these two words were vague, they were icy and cold. The first leader of the Xuanyue Sect's revival replied with trembling lips and tears streaming down his face:
"Grandfather... I understand... If you hold on for a while longer, it will be the Kong family... It will be the Kong family..."

He felt the old man in front of him shook his head very slightly, and the faint, cold breath of air blew onto Kong Xiaxiang's cheek:

"Happy...thing, don't...don't cry..."

Kong Xiaxiang felt as if a cold knife had penetrated his lungs, causing him to tremble and his teeth to chatter. He raised his hand like a puppet, wiped away his tears, and said:
"I won't cry anymore..."

His reaction seemed to make the old man in his arms struggle again. Kong Guxi's eyelids suddenly opened, revealing panic. It was obviously a dying man, but that hand suddenly grabbed Kong Xiaxiang's collar. Compared with the wilderness that year, the force was very light, but it was so heavy that Kong Xiaxiang couldn't breathe and stared at him blankly.

Kong Guxi groaned, the wound on his neck burst open, and fragmented air rushed out of his throat, making a hissing sound. He used up every bit of strength in his body and squeezed out only one painful word from between his teeth:
"laugh."

This word seemed to drain the old man's last bit of energy. His eyes quickly dimmed. Kong Xiaxiang watched him slowly fall backwards. His head hit the wooden stake with a hollow sound. His skinny pupils dilated, and he stared at the sky behind him with his eyes open until he died.

The mountain was still dark and silent.

Only the middle-aged man was left kneeling on the ground like a sculpture, staring blankly at the old man's eyes that were still open. It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment had passed. He loosened his hands in horror, stepped back a few inches, and slowly turned his head.

The attic behind him had already collapsed under the weight of the vision, and in the deep darkness was a ruin. The trees were affected by the might of the fall of the magical power, and were uprooted and also fell to the ground. That one branch was raised high, pointing to the sky.

A white Taoist robe was hanging on the treetop.

"Master...Master!"

Kong Xiaxiang's sobs echoed in the mountains, like a wild ghost on a lonely grave, sad and terrifying. He sometimes cried, sometimes laughed, and hugged the old man tightly, watching him turn into dust bit by bit in his hands.

The thunder in the sky no longer flashed, and the rustling rain fell on the ground, quickly turning into a downpour. The storm rolled up the white robe and rushed towards the infinite black sky. Only the overwhelming rain was left, washing away the endless pain on his body in the darkness.

……

The banished Qi in the sky receded little by little, and the Jueyin light had long disappeared. Tinglan in the sky had a complicated expression, staring at the Xuanyue Mountain Gate without speaking.

If you really want to make a fuss, her relationship with Xuan Yue is not that good. The grievances between them are complicated and difficult to resolve. Seeing this real person committing suicide in mid-air, Tinglan felt a blockage in her chest and could not utter a word.

The magical powers in the sky and the soldiers all over the land were silent. Only the rain washed over the armor. The man in front of the bronze hall was silent for a long time.

Yang Ruiyi felt complicated.

Anger? It had already dissipated in the changing color of the world. Hatred? He was left with the anguish of being powerless, and even... a little bit of pity. It was like he had punched cotton, and his heart was empty and depressed.

Behind this repression is a kind of confused doubt:

"What are the adults thinking?"

Yang Ruiyi didn't know that Wei Xuanyin was here, but those adults in heaven definitely couldn't be unaware of it. Yet they let the enemy's strongest fighter sneak into this place... What were they doing?
"Injure Wei Xuanyin and ruin his career? Is it necessary to take such a risk? Could it be that... the adults want to kill him! "

You know, if Kong Tingyun hadn't committed suicide, the people of Shanji would have been united by now. It's not known whether Wei Xuanyin could escape unscathed, but it would be tantamount to putting the Song Emperor's prestige and authority at risk!

Yang Ruiyi didn't think they didn't dare to take risks, but he couldn't see the benefits of taking such risks! This was the source of his greatest uneasiness. Even though Kong Tingyun's suicide had solved this problem, he still felt a little scared:
"Could it be that the Northern Daoist sect also wants to use us to get rid of Wei Xuanyin? But he is clearly one of the few figures in the Guanhua Daoist sect!"

He didn't have time to reflect on his doubts, which had already sunk into his heart. Yang Ruiyi opened his lips slightly:

"Kong."

"Kong is innocent."

The sky was bright, and the King of Wei, under his magical powers, finally spoke. These four words made Yang Ruiyi nod and said quietly:

"The main culprit is dead, and the descendants of the Kong family will not pursue the matter any further."

This sentence echoed in the air, but no one responded. The quiet Xuanyue Mountain Gate was filled with darkness, and a low cry could be heard faintly. After a long time, Sima Yuanli stood up as if waking from a dream and said respectfully:

"The Heavenly Dynasty is virtuous and does not punish its people... General..."

Yang Ruiyi waved his hand hastily at him, turned around to look at the people around him, and said with little interest:

"After so much fighting, you are all exhausted. Let's go back..."

It was not until he shifted his gaze to Li Zhouwei that a little color appeared in his eyes. He waved his hand slightly and stepped forward, saying seriously:

"In this battle, the King of Wei played a great role!"

Li Zhouwei shook his head and said:
"The first achievement should be the sword immortal!"

Yang Ruiyi forced a smile at him, lifted his sleeves, and replied:
"The King of Wei is too modest... Without the King of Wei, Qi Lanyan cannot be executed. I will receive the imperial edict and return to report to the Lord, and confer rewards on Tingzhou."

There was some congratulation in his words, and Li Zhouwei was just being polite. Yang Ruiyi didn't dare to say more, and said:
"The King of Wei is injured, so it is not suitable for him to travel... I will send the King of Wei back to Tingzhou."

The young man did not move, with a gleam in his eyes, and answered:

"I appreciate the general's kindness, but Jianghuai has not yet completed all the affairs, so I still need the general to take care of it. I will take the trouble to see you off."

Yang Ruiyi could only nod solemnly and listened to Li Zhouwei:

"Although the Kong family has severed ties with Xuanyue, they still have a bad reputation. In the past wars, many young men from the south were injured. The Kong family and I have a long history on the lake, and they often stay in Shanji. I'm afraid they need someone to take care of them."

Xuanyue Sect had offended the Yang Family too badly. Even if this Immortal gave up hope of survival and committed suicide, there was still a lot of resentment between them. If it were someone else, they would definitely not dare to say this. Only when the King of Wei said this, Yang Ruiyi sighed and explained:
"Your Majesty is a man of great virtue and kindness. Since you have summoned [Wen Wuping Qingzhi], it means you have approved of it..."

Li Zhouwei nodded, and the three people from Tingzhou said goodbye, flying away quickly under the heavy light of the sky, and soon arrived at the lake. The purple-gold, slightly dim formation emerged from the distance.

Although he had won the battle, Li Ximing was in a very bad mood. On the one hand, Li Zhouwei's injuries became more serious, and on the other hand, Kong Tingyun had passed away. Whether it was from the perspective of the friendship between the two families or the personal relationship between three generations, it really made him feel sad.

He just said:
"I wanted to go down and take a look at the lake, but I'm afraid that Wangyue Lake will not be peaceful in the future... and it will harm his family..."

Li Zhouwei closed his eyes tightly, the disaster still looming over his face, causing a barely perceptible pain to appear between his brows. He said:

"I wrote a letter to ask the Emperor of Song to confer a minor title on me. It would be best if the Kong family could be relocated further south, away from the disputes on the shore and less exposed to the public, to avoid further disasters."

Seeing his appearance, Li Ximing didn't care too much and turned his head quickly, saying:

"Jiang Qian...you go to the East China Sea..."

When he said this, he suddenly realized the danger and hesitated. He immediately changed his mind and said:

"Don't leave Song State. First go to Jianghuai to find Elder Shanbai and ask for his advice... But this disaster is not something that ordinary people can deal with. He is probably helpless. Come back and go to Jianmen to see if you can ask Elder Tianjiao!"

Li Jiangqian immediately saluted and replied:

"Junior will be there soon!"

In this great war between the North and the South, Li Jiangqian was not injured at all. He immediately rode on the Lihuo and headed towards the north in a hurry. Li Zhouwei did not stop him. He fell into the inner formation and hurried into the hall. Then he took a step forward and coughed up blood with difficulty.

Before the blood hit the ground, it had already dissipated like smoke in the interweaving of the five-light and the sunset glow.

He sat down in the main seat and shook his head:

"I'm afraid this injury can't be easily healed."

Then he took out the jade box from his sleeve, handed it to Li Ximing, and said:
"The Emperor of Song gave me a herb called [Chuchun Xuanmu]. Please prepare it for me, uncle. I see that you are also injured. Jiaomu is good at healing, so it is a good idea to take them together."

Li Ximing just shook his head and said:
"I have a [Divided Spirit Body]. After years of practice, I have reached a high level. These injuries do not affect the root of the body and are easy to heal..."

Li Zhouwei didn't say much. He lifted his sleeves slightly and took out three items.

One is a magic knife over an inch long, shaped like a dagger, pocket-sized and exquisite, made of gold and iron. Another is a long whip that meanders like a snake, with a strong murderous aura, distinct joints, and feels icy to the touch. The last sword, on the other hand, has less murderous aura, and the patterns are mysterious, with an authentic fairy flavor. It's a pity that the sword is broken into two parts, and it seems unusable.

These three items were tied up by Mingyang, and they were exactly the relics of Helian Wujiang!

This real person from Tiefu country died, and almost all of his spiritual weapons went into Li Zhouwei's hands. The others were unwilling or afraid to compete with him, and they didn't even mention it. It became a windfall! The storage bag on Helian Wujiang's body shattered when he died, and all his belongings rolled down into the void like flowers scattered by a fairy, falling in all directions, and who knows when and where they will be picked up by the destined person.

But those things are secondary after all. Even the few spiritual weapons I got are enough to make up for it. These three spiritual weapons are the most precious things. They are enough to arm a real person in the middle stage of Purple Mansion!

Li Zhouwei had not thought about keeping Helian Wujiang at that time. These gains were obviously beyond his expectations. Looking at these precious spiritual weapons in his hands, his expression eased a little, and he said with a smile:
"Among the three, this knife is the best, the sword is slightly inferior, and the spirit whip can only be regarded as a handy weapon. I haven't cultivated the evil spirit yet, so it's too light in my hand, but the materials are all good."

After all, the Helian family has a solid foundation. Helian Wujiang was caught off guard and died in order to cover his retreat, and the three spiritual weapons were lost together. Li Ximing frowned all the way, but only at this moment did he show some joy and took out a long-necked bottle from his arms.

"The night bottle of Gongsun Bei is also here!"

He quickly put the bottle away, and took out the Tianyang Urn, placed it in front of his eyes, and held it with his magical powers. He then saw wisps of golden light coming out of the black mouth of the urn, trying to break free and seek release from the earth - when he set out from Baihai, Li Ximing had already taken in the Black Tiger!
Li Zhouwei nodded slightly and said seriously:
"With these four spiritual weapons, whether they are sold or melted down and recast, they are enough to arm Jiang Qian. And this black tiger... is also enough for Que Wan to receive the ordination. Counting the days, even if the 'full pill' is a little difficult, she will be out of seclusion soon."

Li Ximing breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"This is a huge gain...but you are hurt..."

Li Zhouwei shook his head, the colors in his eyes kept jumping, but his mind was not on the spiritual weapon in front of him at all, and said:
"It's hard to say whether we gained much this time... But it was really a good show. We were finally no longer led by them. They had no choice but to fight head-on. As expected... Only when the situation is beyond their control can more information be exposed..."

"Five immortals died in one battle. The open and covert struggles between the north and the south are really insidious."

Li Ximing looked worried. After hearing Li Zhouwei cough twice, he smiled and said:

"It is often said that Shi was raised by Xiaguang, but it is not the case now. It turns out that Yang does not want Cheng Xun to die, and Da Yudao is still obedient. Otherwise, how could Tongdao Mountain be easily acquired? In this way, Tongdao Mountain does not need to be defended. As long as Jianghuai is recovered and the Sword Immortal arrives, Da Yudao will definitely retreat if it does not want to suffer a loss!"

His tone was cold:
"I originally thought that Liu Bai was an abandoned child of the Yang family who wanted to fulfill his desires and turned to Buddhism. Now it seems that there is something fishy going on here... It's very deep..."

Li Ximing was shocked:
"You mean... Liu Bai was... intentionally murdered?"

"Whether it is true or not, the Mahas and the compassions are watching. Even if it is not possible, you can ask Chengqian about the situation at that time."

The King of Wei said coldly:
"I knew that the Nanfangs were not good people. Now I have seen enough of the methods of the underworld... They are really cold-blooded and ungrateful, and they don't know how low they can go. Compared with them, Luoxia is quite reserved!"