Xuanjian Xianzu

"On the 28th night of the twelfth lunar month, it was written in handwriting, and there was heavy snow on the lake. The said one hundred and twenty spirit stones are attached to the letter. The family is fine, but the grand uncle, Gong Tian, ​​was killed by the demon cultivator, and has nothing to do with the clan."

"Your son should wear mourning and abstain from alcohol for three months. Work hard in the sect, study the Taoism of Xianfang, Xuantan, and Dansha, and ask the family to get the food."

"Father Jiaoshoule."

Li Xizhi looked at the small pile of spirit stones piled up on the case in front of him, without saying a word, he read the letter over and over ten times, holding it in a daze.

Father Li Yuanjiao is not soft-spoken, even the words in the letter are hard, concise and clear, as if he is too lazy to say a word to him, Li Xizhi read it over and over again, blinked, and put a little Tears squeezed back.

Counting the days, if the letter hadn't been delayed in Yuan's house, the 120 spirit stones had been assembled in less than a month. Li Xizhi didn't dare to think about it, so he carefully hid the letter next to his body, and then stepped out of the yard. Facing Yuan Tuan in the courtyard, he said:

"Master, Xizhi can be exchanged for that 【Aura of Morning Glow】."

"How much is missing?"

Yuan Tuan stood quietly, holding a blue civet cat in his arms, raised his eyebrows and asked.

"120 spirit stones have been collected."

After hearing Li Xizhi's words, Yuan Tuan slightly raised his eyebrows and replied:
"Li Yuanjiao...is a good planner, and he can even make up 120 pieces. Your family is just a new family, so it must not be easy."

Her usual calm expression became a little sad, and she whispered:
"If my family was so harmonious and united more than [-] years ago, I wouldn't be so aggrieved..."

After receiving the spirit stone handed over by Li Xizhi, Yuan Tuan drove away without further ado. After more than half an hour, the woman returned to the peak with a frosty face, holding a small jade bottle in her hand.

"[Zhaoxia Caiqi], I checked the warehouse of Qixiefeng for half a day, and this one is the purest. It has been honestly collected according to the Qi extraction method for 18 years, showing two colors of red and gold."

Her aura was fluctuating, and there was a light blue light flowing from her body. It may be that she had a fight with the monks from Xieqi Peak, but the expression on her face was still quite cold:
"These Qixiefeng people are getting more and more presumptuous, 120 spirit stones are enough, and they dare to play those shoddy tricks for me...I am friendly with people everywhere in the sect, and he thinks I am weak and can be bullied !"

Seeing her cold face, Li Xizhi cupped his hands, thanked her a few words, and replied:
"Xieqi Peak is one of the several peaks in the direct lineage, so it is natural to treat us harshly. Master comes from the mushroom forest family, and already has a high status. If I let my disciples go by themselves, I am afraid that they will not even be able to climb up this Qixie Peak."

Yuan Tuan nodded, stared at him, as if suddenly remembered something, smiled softly, and asked:
"Xizhi is 17 years old this year, right? But he hasn't married a wife and had children yet, it's not good if it's too late, but if there is a girl you like, Master will ask for it for you."

Yuan Tuan's topic was too jumpy, which caused Li Xizhi to be slightly taken aback, and the words of refusal came to his lips, and he thought to himself:
'I have only one son under my father's knees, and Qingchi is a den of wolves and tigers. If something happened, wouldn't my father be extinct?I'm afraid it's not right...'

At the moment, he just said boringly:

"It's all up to the master!"

Yuan Tuan nodded slightly, it seemed that he had planned for a long time, and said softly:

"The Qi training family is hard to match. Your parents are newly mourned. If you are not a well-known aristocratic family, you may have a different intention. Why don't I go to Diyun Peak to invite the Yang family for you..."

This remark was unexpected, and it did not mean that the Yuan and Li families would marry each other. Li Xizhi just bowed his head and agreed, and Yuan Tuan continued:

"Back then, the king of Yue and the various families were in-laws. Although the legal system has disappeared and turned into a peak in Qingchi, there are still marriages from time to time, and there are old rules to follow."

"Trouble Master."

Li Xizhi responded, while Yuan Tuan said with a smile:
"Back then when Yang Tianya offered sacrifices to the jade seal, soldiers and horses passed through the Lixia Road and wiped out several Shanyue families on my mushroom grove, so my Yuan family and Yang Tianya have some kind of friendship, this matter couldn't be easier. "

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The families on the east bank are particularly special. There are dozens of small clans, some of whom have a passion in the clan, or have marriages with aristocratic families, and they are simply vassals of the Xiao family's mining.

Each family pays tribute to the neighboring family. With the destruction of the Xiao family's Guanyunfengfang City, the Xiao family's influence in the west has been reduced by a circle, and the Yu family has declined again, which has allowed them to live a good life.

As the evil disaster swept across, the families on the east bank, who had only been comfortable for a while, fell into the fiery hell again, with the evil smoke billowing, the blood flowing, and crying everywhere.

Rui family.

Li Qinghong's jade armor was glistening and glowing warmly. With a spear in his hand, the dazzling purple lightning shot down the second-level demon cultivator who was fleeing in panic, and the spear shot out like a dragon, piercing through it.

The purple thunder burst out, and the demon cultivator was blown to pieces in an instant. Li Qinghong dexterously picked out a storage bag from the flesh and blood.

With a flick of the slender spear point, the storage bag leisurely fell into his slender hands. Li Qinghong turned his head, his elder brother Li Yuanjiao smiled, but Li Xuanxuan stared at the corpse distressedly, rambling:
"The robe worn by Moxiu is mixed with [Purple Cloud Brocade], Qinghong is so blown up, but it can't be used..."

Li Qinghong had no choice but to hold the gun, and replied:

"I was wrong. I was wrong."

Li Yuanjiao waved his hand, blocked the words of gratitude from Rui Qiongcuo, the Patriarch of the Rui family, and led his people to the next family without stopping.

The monks with foreign surnames are weak, not only have to disperse their belongings, but also subsidize them if they are disabled, so Li Yuanjiao only brought some of his own monks:

Li Yuanjiao at the eighth level of qi training, Li Qinghong and Li Xuanxuan at the seventh level of qi training, and the old monkey holding a jade pestle at the fifth level of qi training all swept away the demon cultivators in this area.

Even though the cultivation level of the demon cultivators in this land is not very high, Li Yuanjiao is still cautious, not daring to separate his family, for fear of being ambushed by the demon cultivators, he would rather be less efficient and sweep away family by family.

As the crowd slowly deepened, the strength of the demon cultivators that emerged became higher and higher. Along with many local monks who transformed into demon cultivators, the "Blood Morphology Book" was not powerful, but good at escaping, and the progress slowed down.

Touching the eight or nine storage bags in his arms, Li Yuanjiao said in a low voice:
"On the way to kill the fetal breath monks! If this progress is made, I'm afraid that the demon cultivators behind will have already robbed the wind and left."

He quietly touched the dharma book, and roughly swept across the boundary, and suddenly there was blood everywhere in front of his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Southeast! Catch the big fish first!"

The two immediately understood, and flew with the monkey for a while, and sure enough, they saw three qi cultivators standing in the sky, manipulating bloody spells, and a large formation outlined by blood appeared on the ground, connecting the three people in the sky.

Li Xuanxuan first looked back, and he could still see the fireworks on Guli Road in the distance, so as not to miss the call for help at home, Li Yuanjiao said softly:
"Two in the middle stage of Qi training, and one in the late stage of Qi training."

There is a big difference among demon cultivators, if it is Qiu Ji who manipulates the white qi, it will be more powerful. Seeing that the three of them only have some blood on them, Li Yuanjiao made up his mind and nodded towards them.

Li Qinghong understood, her willow eyebrows curved, and when she put her white hands together, she rubbed out a thick purple meaning, which condensed between her palms, it was exactly: [Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Method]!
These magicians were focused on drawing the magic circle, they never thought that a few people would fly towards them, and hurriedly took out the magic weapon to fend off the enemy, Li Qinghong waved his slender hand, and the thunder talisman roared away.

'If the distance is not too far, the sneak attack effect can be even better! '

Qi training monks have spiritual consciousness, unless they have some special hidden magical weapons, sneak attack is extremely difficult. Li Qinghong only narrowed the distance to shorten the person's reaction time, and a thunder talisman hit the face of the person with the weakest breath.

"Boom!"

The demon cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi training suddenly vomited blood and flew backwards, and the magic weapon in his hand was scorched black. Li Qinghong took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and the marksmanship stuck to him. Everyone in the Li family took down two enemies each.

The demon cultivator suffered from a trick attack, and his body was shaking endlessly. Fortunately, he had rich experience and used the magic weapon to remove most of the power, so that he would not be seriously injured.

"What a tough temper!"

Li Yuanjiao pulled out his long sword and drew a bloodstain on his opponent's chest. Turning his eyes, he found that the three enemies in front of him not only showed no signs of panic, but even sneered and said nothing, looking confident.

Li Yuanjiao suddenly felt bad, and said in a muffled voice:
"Quick fight!"

As a result, the mana in his body surged, and with a turn of the sword light, another monk who was in the middle of Qi training was hooked in. Relying on the strength of the "Jianghe Yiqi Jue" he practiced, he was able to defeat two with one.

Li Xuanxuan understood immediately, and he and the old monkey pulled out to flank the injured Demon Cultivator with Li Qinghong.

The black-robed demon cultivator in the later stage of Qi training sneered, and reprimanded:

"Bold and bold, I really think that I am waiting for that family to cultivate casually!"

The magic weapon in his hand whizzed towards him, and the other hand pinched the bleeding light spell and hit him, the chill was piercing, the gray-robed demon cultivator who was in the middle of Qi training also seized the opportunity and attacked him together.

Li Yuanjiao patted the storage bag and summoned a large oval-shaped khaki-shaped shield. The six layers of edges and corners on the top emitted magic light, blocking the two magic weapons, and reflected bursts of white light in the bloody light spell.

It is the medium-grade magic weapon [Six Stone Cloud Disk].

The magic weapon in the mid-stage of Qi training was fully activated, and the mana in Li Yuanjiao's body rose and fell like a tide, abruptly blocking the attacks of these people.

"It turns out that there is a magic weapon to rely on!"

The demon cultivator in the mid-term sneered, clasped his hands together, and pinched a few spells. A golden flame spewed out from his mouth, and hit the six-stone cloud disk fiercely.

This time the mana consumption was even more intense, so Li Yuanjiao had no choice but to put away the magic weapon, draw his sword back, and the Yueque sword jumped up, forcing the two of them back, but they were caught by the red light for a moment, and their noses were slightly cold.

Li Yuanjiao suffered a loss on this side, and the demon cultivator on the other side was even more uncomfortable, with black smoke all over his body and wounds of all sizes on his body, he finally panicked and yelled:

"I'm waiting for reinforcements to arrive! You don't have to wait to retreat quickly!"

The other two demon cultivators looked angry, and looked at him fiercely, but they couldn't say anything. The demon cultivators were selfish. The two of them only wanted to drag the Li family, and never thought about the life and death of the other companion. .

And all kinds of escape and life-saving techniques of this demon cultivator were broken by Li Qinghong. Seeing that his life was about to die, how could he think so much, hoping to force a few people back, and drank in his mouth:
"You wait for nothing but greed for my property! It's useless to kill me. When I wait for someone to come, how can you wait? Why don't you spare my life and let everyone take what they need!"

After saying that, he had already picked out the storage bag at his waist, resisted the attacks of several people, and while vomiting blood, he cast a spell reluctantly. The storage bag went away like a shooting star, and he floated to the ground.

Li Yuanjiao ate several spells from the enemy, with a faint trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, he said in a deep voice:
"go!"

With a movement of the purple electricity in Li Qinghong's hand, he hooked the storage bag into his hand, slowed down the magic power in his body, his face turned pale, and forcibly pinched out a wisp of purple electricity, and used the secret method.

"Want to go?"

In the late stage of Qi training in black, the demon cultivator became angry from embarrassment, and the magic weapon in his hand was thrown like the wind, insisting on keeping Li Yuanjiao behind.

"Idiot! Don't chase him!"

He was chasing after him with all his strength, when the magic cultivator who had his storage bag robbed shouted loudly, which made the black-robed cultivator slightly stunned.

But seeing Li Yuanjiao drew his sword and turned back, his spiritual consciousness suddenly sank into the dharma book, the demon cultivator felt his hairs all over his body, his body was cold, his body was flowing like blood, he cast a secret method and retreated suddenly, pulling away several times in an instant Husband.

Li Yuanjiao didn't dare to release the dark light in front of the public, but he was afraid of drinking him. If there was no movement, he took the opportunity and flew into the distance. The anger on the demon cultivator's face was gone, only deep panic remained.

The gray-robed demon cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi training at the side wanted to chase after him, but Li Qinghong's thunder talisman had already rushed towards him, so he had to use his magic weapon to resist, and watched them leave helplessly amidst the explosion and smoke.

This secret method of movement consumes a lot, which made the demon cultivator pale in the late stage of Qi training, and stopped in the air stupidly. A person flew up from the ground, but it was the demon cultivator who had been robbed of the storage bag, coldly laughed:

"The two fellow daoists should also be thankful that I saved their lives for you two!"

Another gray-robed monk in the mid-stage of Qi training was quite dissatisfied and looked at him coldly, while the headed black-robed monk looked like he was alive after a catastrophe, and asked softly:
"Fellow Daoist comes from a great sect and is well-informed, what's your opinion?"

The monk lost the storage bag, but he didn't care about it, and said happily:

"I've seen the catalog in the sect, and the man in black is clearly holding the [Qingchi Sword]! That's the sword of the sword fairy! Who knows what kind of sword energy is hidden in it?"

"Not to mention the three of you and me, even if an adult comes and eats this sword energy, he will probably have to rest for seven or eight years... Sword intent, sword intent, are you joking?"

The black-clothed monk let out a sigh of relief, explaining his previous fear in his heart. The gray-robed monk was also secretly thankful, but refused to admit defeat, and said coldly:

"Daoyou has a great background, but you still want to wander around with people like us? If you have the ability, build a foundation in your own clan, don't turn into a demon cultivator to interfere!"

The monk in black waved his sleeves, interrupted the dispute between the two, and said in a low voice:
"Stop arguing, quietly wait for your lord to come over, gather all the blood on Moon Lake, leave quickly, and go to the Golden Feather Sect."

This Wangyue Lake is quite strange, not to mention the sword fairy family, there is a foundation building hiding on the other side, and it is even heard that there is a building foundation surnamed Jiang hidden among these families...

"What a ghost place!"

I made up yesterday's food and didn't eat dinner, so I went for a snack.