Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 285
Minghui looked at Jin Lian Maha, who had a dull face, as if she had been in another world, and suddenly had an inference in her heart, secretly said:

"It seems that the fairy let go. If it wasn't so, how could the master get away so easily? This fairy probably didn't want people to know that he was born in Wangyue Lake, so he wiped out his memory. The lives of masters and apprentices are in danger."

Seeing Jin Lian Maha's confused expression, he pointed to the dilapidated golden palace and said respectfully:
"The apprentice injured the magic weapon outside, so he came back and asked the master to see if there is still a way to repair the magic weapon."

The golden palace under the steps was already crumbling after repeated tossing, Jin Lian Maha cast a glance and cursed:

"I'm not a master of refining weapons, show me what's the use, go back and look to the south!"

Minghui nodded again and again, put away the magic weapon, and retreated as if fleeing, Jinlian Maha continued to sigh, squinted her eyes, and felt something was wrong after a few breaths:
"What is this kid lying about..."

Jinlian Maha couldn't remember what happened before, as if he had dozed off, but he was already Maha, so how could he still doze off?As soon as the movement of his mouth stopped, he felt terrified thinking about it carefully.

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Leaning on the mountain city.

Li Xuanfeng leaned against the top of the city, and silently wiped the golden bow in his hand. The gray clothes on his body were covered with the blood of all kinds of monsters. They were tattered and had an unpleasant stench.

"Brother Xuan Feng..."

Everyone on the side looked at him sideways, and a handsome middle-aged man came out. He was supposed to be dressed in white, but he was stained with a little blood and looked embarrassed. He cupped his hands at Li Xuanfeng and said respectfully:
"Thanks to you this time!"

Li Xuanfeng is now at the eighth level of Qi training, and his strength is obvious to all monks in the family. Everyone is in awe and fear of this taciturn man. As soon as Fei Yihe said this, everyone echoed.

"Yes, yes... What a magical bow, what a divine power!"

"Nine in and nine out of the herd, only brother Xuan Feng can do it!"

Li Xuanfeng nodded silently. The past five years had made his expression more and more vicissitudes. His beard was unshaven and his eyes were sunken. After they dispersed, even Fei Yihe bid farewell and went down to the top of the city, only then did he move his lips and look at the wound on his hand.

"There were 120 scars in five years, none of which was fatal."

Since the fall of Lixia County, Jiang Yu's mother and child both died, Li Xuanfeng woke up inexplicably from the night countless nights, and asked himself:
"Why haven't we seen each other for five years?"

During those five years, he retreated to compose the bow method, and it was by no means closed to death. Qi training monks don't need to eat, but they need to drink water. After practicing, he was full of ideas and ideas, and he left everything behind.

Regret and self-blame lingered, haunting him for ten years, waking him up from time to time, feeling apprehensive and painful in his heart, closing his eyes and sighing, hating his boss, how could he forget such a thing.

It wasn't until Xiao Chuting caught Yu Yufeng with the supernatural power of "Older on the Stream" and ambushed him on the mushroom grove, that Li Xuanfeng was terrified, he had suspicions in his heart, he just hid it in his heart, and dared not say it out loud.

"If there is a Zifu who is greedy for something and deceives me with magical powers..."

He picked up the cloth and kept wiping the golden bow, his expression became more and more gloomy, silently staring at the rising moon, secretly said:
"If that's the case, then the Purple Mansion must have its eyes on me. The family law is too important, and there will be less risk in this mountain city."

When he heard that he was conscripted to Yishan City, he went there happily. On the one hand, he yearned for such a life of wandering on the tip of a knife. On the other hand, he also looked away from Lijing Mountain because of the possible existence of the Zifu. Over the years, through various battles, everyone was injured more or less, and their foundations were damaged. He, Li Xuanfeng, was not seriously injured once, which made him feel even more gloomy.

"Brother Xuanfeng!"

Li Xuanfeng only heard a clear voice, but when he looked back, it was Fei Yi who had left and returned, his clothes changed into a moon white robe, with a pot of spiritual wine in his hand, he approached with a smile, and said:

"Brother Xuan Feng enjoys the moon alone, don't dislike me for meddling."

Fei Yihe is the son of Fei Wangbai, originally the next generation head of the Fei family, he was brought to southern Xinjiang by Chi Zhiyan, the two families have a blind date, and Li Xuanfeng and Fei Yihe have had a close relationship in the past five years in Yishan City. .

Fei Yihe took out a desk from the storage bag, put it on the top of the wall, and sat down cross-legged, a white light immediately rose from the desk, vaguely blocking the wind around, isolating the inside and outside.

"Harmful."

Fei Yihe sighed in a low voice, separated by the formation, he looked miserable, filled up the wine, drank a glass himself, and replied:

"Five years are gone, Tong Yu and Tong Xiao should also marry a wife, I don't know what's going on in the lake."

Yishan city was not allowed to communicate with the outside of the city, and the two could only get some news from the people who came in behind, and they lost contact with the clan.

"Good wine!"

Li Xuanfeng only took the cup, and drank several cups in one go, then exhaled through the gap between his teeth, and said in a low voice:
"Yu Yufeng is already dead. With the foundation building of your family and my family, there will be no big movements for Yu Mugao."

Fei Yihe nodded silently, the two of them remained silent, they just exchanged cups and cups until the moon fell and the sky and the earth were dimly lit, Fei Yihe said in a muffled voice:
"I thought I was born to lead the clan and strengthen the family...Yihe has been studying history since childhood, practicing cultivation, observing people's feelings, learning right and wrong, and making friends with other branches that restrict him.

Li Xuanfeng drank a cup, took a step forward, looked down from the top of the city, the corpses of monsters were all over the ground, and occasionally the corpses of monks could be seen, most of them were the corpses of mortal soldiers who were used as cannon fodder. Ant-like mortals dragged silently underneath, blood was everywhere, and flies were buzzing.

Everything in front of him was so familiar that Li Xuanfeng couldn't help thinking about it.

"40 years ago, or 30 years ago?"

At that time, Li Xiangping was hunted down by scattered cultivators and fled to the north. Li Xuanxuan took care of his family for the first time. He was still a baby who had just received the Xuanzhu talisman. He bypassed the people in the clan and stumbled into Wanjia. There were corpses everywhere, and there was blood.

He was terrified in his heart, fortunately he found Li Tongya who had returned, he was furious, and secretly swore:
"The young masters of Tong Jinmen and Laozi Tong Jinmen are really not a thing. When the young master grows up, he will kill all of the Tongjinmen and shoot that young master's head as a ball!"

The immature child's voice, the words still ringing in his ears, made Li Xuanfeng feel ashamed, he clenched the golden bow tightly with both hands, his palms turned red, and murmured:

"Feng's youthful and frivolous ambitions, never let go of his strings, unwilling to bend his knees, lightly break the fairy mountain, bow and shoot the golden master, 40 years in a flash are like running water, Huang Liang has a dream, his wife is dead, he is a chess piece, mediocre, and he is detained In the middle of the city, for the dogs and horses in the Qingchi, and the swordsmen of the Xianzong, I went out to hide our tears in the middle of the night, but I didn't dare to raise my voice, lest others would be suspicious..."

His sharp eyebrows were frowned, his raised eyebrows became gentle, his eye sockets were sunken, and tears dripped down his face. Li Xuanfeng had a kind of conceited and arrogant aura since he was a child. It turned into a long sigh, leaked from the tip of his nose and between his lips and teeth, and disappeared without a trace.

Li Xuanfeng coughed, spattering out bits and pieces of blood, Fei Yihe hurriedly got up to help him up, but saw that his face was exhausted, and his look of anticipation showed a bit like his elder brother Li Xuanxuan.

(End of this chapter)