Xuanjian Xianzu

The setting sun is like blood, and the surroundings are drowsy.

It is rare for Wangyue Lake to have fog in the evening, which is extremely thick, and it is so gray that you can't see your fingers clearly.

There are few people on the streets of Lijing Town, the ground is covered with red and setting sun, crawling along the cracks in the bricks, even the hawkers on the road have become slack, and go home early to rest, a big city with tens of thousands of people , as quiet as empty.

Li Yuanping walked up the mountain quickly, his father and brother were already waiting on the mountain, all the clan soldiers in front of the courtyard were driven away, and the eldest sister Li Qinghong was standing in the courtyard with a gun behind her back, with a complicated expression on her face.

Her expression was filled with the pleasure of relieving hatred, but her hands were tensely folded in front of her chest, showing a slight uneasiness. This was the first time Li Yuanping saw her sister's appearance, and she couldn't help feeling a wave of doubt in her heart.

"Elder sister!"

Li Yuanping stepped into the door and called out, Li Qinghong in front of him nodded, and closed the courtyard door without saying anything else.

"Tick..."

There was a crisp crashing sound in his ears, Li Yuanping slowly crossed the yard, his elder brother Li Yuanjiao was standing silently in the backyard, his father Li Xuanxuan was squatting on the threshold, without saying a word, holding a handful of bright red jade beads in his hand.

The sky was getting darker and gloomy, Li Yuanping had never had any spiritual consciousness, and he could hardly see the scene in the courtyard clearly. With the formula in his hand, a ray of bright light was created, and the pure white light flowed.

"Brother, this is..."

As he asked, he slowly raised his head, only to find that there was another person in front of him. His face was as smooth as jade, with sharp edges and corners, and his green clothes fell like a cold statue.

Li Yuanping's eyes moved slowly, facing the two lines of bloody and tearful faces.

"Tick."

There was a rustling sound on the ground, blood-red beads hit his ankle, and Li Yuanjiao's hoarse voice rang in his ears:

"This is real Bu Zi from the Green Pond Sect. He just landed at my house an hour ago and searched for the Lu Dan in my house. Then he became like this."

Li Xuanxuan turned his back to the two, holding a gourd in his hand, sipping the spiritual wine inside, his face flushed slightly, and he followed Li Yuanjiao's words:

"Your brother and I checked for a long time. Bu Zi probably saw the thing and was frightened to death."

'Scared to death...scared to death...'

His father's words kept echoing in his ears, Li Yuanping stood there in a daze, and murmured:
"You mean... Qingchi Master died suddenly at my house?"

His pale face slowly rose to fear, and he said eagerly:

"Run! At least send the children out of the family, this..."

"Do not."

Li Yuanjiao shook his head, his expression was gloomy, obviously he had thought about it a long time ago, and said in a low voice:

"The Qingchi sect doesn't know about this, and the soul lamp in the sect has not been extinguished, otherwise the monks of Qingchi would have broken through Taixu and come here, and my house has been razed to the ground!"

If the Blue Pond Sect died and the Purple Mansion was in Wangyue Lake, what would happen to the matter?
What's more, this Zifu is still the direct descendant of the Chi family, the actual person in charge of the Qingchi Sect... Not only will the Qingchi Sect be blown up, but it may alarm the monks in the Zifu.

Even if it is assumed that the Qingchi Sect does not have the golden elixir, and most of the Zifu are cunning, they will not come in person, but if it is really known that Chi Buzi died, there must be a shadowy figure in the void, and there may be two-digit builders. The basic cultivator broke through Taixu and sent it, and the entire Moon Lake will be turned upside down!

Everyone knew the consequences and fell silent.

"Perhaps the real person is not dead."

Li Qinghong suddenly made a sound, and several people looked at each other, retreated together, closed the small door in the back yard, and stood and sat in the front yard.

"Brother."

Li Yuanping had just arrived at the front yard, and he quickly calmed down, saying in a deep voice:
"Regardless of whether the real person is dead or what, quickly send out the direct descendants and disperse each other. Before the Qingchi sect responds, keep the fire in the family..."

"Go to Wu State and seize a small mountain and small temple. Although you will lose everything in your family, you can still save your life... Or go to the East China Sea and use your family's strength to seize a small island, waiting for the opportunity..."

Li Qinghong's voice was clear, and he suddenly interrupted:
"Once my Li family leaves with the whole family, I'm afraid I won't call on myself. The monks of the Zifu can figure out my whereabouts! What's more..."

She looked a little lonely, her voice gradually lowered, her lips opened and closed:
"Father killed Wrathful Maha, and it was in the Yue Kingdom in the south of the Yangtze River, by the Moon Lake, the angry-eyed monks did not dare to come to take revenge. If they left here, those angry-eyed orthodox mage Lianmin would be like a pack of wolves Come up... don't talk about pity, a sorcerer can destroy my family!"

Only then did Li Yuanping remember the scapegoat thrown on him by some Zifu, he suffocated for a while, gritted his teeth and said:
"Then, is it possible to go to Xiuyue Sect? The three sects have never interfered with each other. We are under the rule of Qingchi. If we go to Xiuyue Sect, how can we let me wait?"

Li Qinghong grabbed the gun and shook his head slightly:
"Under the Xiuyue Sect... there is no place to intervene, so we can only live here as guests. We are waiting for a group of people to practice Qi, and it is not something that one or two fairy mountains can afford."

Li Yuanjiao was silent for a while, and then he said with magic power:

"The Xianjian has a very high personality. I don't know if the person who holds the Jianjian can be inferred. If not, there is a chance of escape."

The meaning of his words became obvious, that is, he wanted the Li family members to flee with the warning. Li Xuanxuan and others were silent after hearing this.

"This means that Bu Zi is dead. If Bu Zi is not dead, and let him suffer such a loss, how can he let me wait."

The sound of dripping blood in the backyard made people irritated, Li Xuanxuan finally twisted his beard and said:

"Jiao'er, you take your things with you, you don't have to manage the family affairs."

Li Yuanjiao stroked the long sword at his waist, and was organizing his words, before Li Xuanxuan said:

"I'll take care of the rest. Your cultivation base is the highest, and your skills are not conspicuous. With the [Qingchi Sword], you can go anywhere in the world. Find a place to retreat and break through foundation building..."

Li Yuanjiao gritted his teeth, pondered over and over again, his mind was turning a thousand times, and the hand holding the long sword was tightened more and more tightly.

The courtyard was so quiet that it made people panic. The night was bright and clear, and the white moonlight drifted down. Li Yuanjiao looked up at the brothers, his expression suddenly froze on his face.

There had been no movement in the surroundings for a long time. Father Li Xuanxuan stood there holding his beard, his pupils dilated, and Li Yuanping's face was covered with beads of sweat, streaming down his neck.

Li Qinghong stood quietly like a sculpture, the [Du Ruo] in her hand was not visible at all, it was quietly held in her hand, her slender hand turned white, and there was a little sweat on Qiong's nose.

'Why so quiet! '

"crunch..."

Under the snow-white moonlight, the door to the backyard was slowly pushed open, pale hands were supporting the door frame, and the cyan robe was hanging down, it was astonishingly white under the moonlight, as if it was shining brightly.

"Whoa..."

Red jade beads were scattered on the ground in the backyard, rolling gently on the stone bricks in the front yard.

"Clap."

This is the sound of footsteps.

I wanted to stop here before, because I was afraid of being stabbed by book friends, but fortunately there was a change.