Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 400 Crying
The burly man in front of him was stunned, and then he remembered something important. Li Qinghong in front of him looked very tough, so he could only say in a low voice:

"First of all, I'm being rude and offensive, I just ask for one [Wanling Flower]! Please help me, fellow daoist!"

Seeing that he was subdued, Li Qinghong flipped his hands and took out a jade box from the storage bag, and said kindly:

"Saving people is the most important thing, fellow daoists take it and use it first."

The big man was overjoyed immediately, and he didn't even have time to say words of thanks or discuss any rewards, so he nodded vigorously, took the flower, and went away like the wind.

Only then did Li Qinghong put away his gun and landed, purple lightning flashed, and Li Xixi who was below was beaming with joy, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations, aunt!"

She smiled softly, touched Li Xi's head, and said softly:
"When I was retreating on the mountain, I was a kid who was scared off by the thunder, but now I am 30 years old in a blink of an eye, and I almost can't recognize him."

Li Xixi just smiled, and couldn't hide his joy:
"It's good for Auntie to break through, and it's good for success."

"Where's Brother Jiao?"

Li Qinghong tightened the gun in his hand and asked:
"It's rare to build a foundation, you have to fight him!"

"Hahaha……"

Hearing the laughter approaching from far away, the man in black came driving the wind, with a very smug expression on his face:
"Qinghong really did it!"

"I have seen my ancestor!"

It turned out that it was Li Xijiao who sent to call Li Yuanjiao to leave the customs earlier, but this one has already rushed over, and all the monks hurriedly bowed down.

"Yeah!"

The head waved his hand and drove away all the monks with foreign surnames. Then he looked up and down, and seeing Li Qinghong's soft smile, he praised:

"The "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Kungfu" is indeed an ancient method. You drive away the thunder and strike the lightning, and the purple light flows, and your aura is much better than mine."

Li Qinghong smiled and said:
"I became Immortal Base [Xuan Lei Bo], the sea of ​​Qi has turned into a pool of thunder, the purple and silver Qi are rising, and the thunder is surging between the behaviors, it is very amazing."

She pulled back her hair, with a satisfied expression on her face:
"I have read several formulas at home. [Xuan Lei Po] is simple and generous. It is estimated that it was written when the Zifu Jindan Dao was first established. The magic is somewhat different from today's Xianji."

She stretched out her hand with her palm facing up, and the purple thunder surged and emerged, slowly turning into a deep purple mysterious rune, lingering in purple light, sinking and floating in her palm.

Li Qinghong seemed to have consumed a lot of condensing the Thunder Talisman, his complexion was slightly pale, and he explained:

"This is [Secret Yuan Xuan Lei], which is best at killing and eliminating demons. It can already attract the assistance of thunder from heaven and earth. Adding the [Purple Talisman Yuan Guang Secret Art] in "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong", the power may be astonishing."

"This profound thunder is difficult to preserve. The only way is to store one in my Qi Sea Thunder Pool through the [Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Method], and take it out when it comes time to fight. It will be caught off guard and pose a great threat."

This mysterious thunder was filled with a strong and dangerous aura, Li Wushao swallowed silently when he saw it, and secretly said:
"Just now when the fairy came out, I was beaten back by the thunder in her hands. I only thought about the amazing power of this thunder, but I never thought that there was still a mysterious thunder left... If it was a battle of life and death, I might be caught off guard by her twice. .”

Li Yuanjiao's eyelids also twitched, and there was joy in his eyes:
"The "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is difficult, but the rewards are also rich. This secret method complements it and forcibly increases the combat power by several layers."

Li Qinghong clasped his palms together, put the Thunder Talisman back into the Sea of ​​Qi and Thunder Pond, and continued:
"[Xuan Lei Po] also has a method of setting up an altar to communicate with the heaven and the earth and send down the power of thunder."

She frowned lightly, and said with some hesitation:

"I just heard that today's world is different from the ancient times. I don't know if this spell can still be used..."

The two were chatting when Kong Heng drove over, with a smile on Bai Nen's face, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes:

"Kong Heng has met the benefactor, congratulations to the benefactor for building the Immortal Foundation!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded politely, Li Qinghong only paused slightly, and replied:

"The mage's cultivation base has also made great progress, congratulations."

"Yes Yes…"

Kongheng Weiwei complied, lowered his eyebrows and flew down in the wind, murmured sutras in his mouth, worked very hard, apologised, and fell down on his own.

Li Yuanjiao looked at Li Qinghong's frown, and explained to Li Qinghong one by one what happened before and after, and then Li Qinghong nodded thoughtfully, and replied:

"My technique comes from Leiyun Temple. It seems that it has some origins from Liaohe Temple...but I always have doubts in my heart."

Li Yuanjiao tilted his head and saw Li Qinghong saying:

"This Leiyun Temple is clearly an ancient interpretation. Why is the "Zi Lei Mi Yuan Gong" clearly the method of the Zi Mansion's golden alchemy way! Isn't it just knocking on a wooden fish to recite the Taoist scriptures? It really doesn't make sense."

Li Yuanjiao was also puzzled, and couldn't figure it out after thinking for a while, so he had to write it down:

"I'll find a day to ask Kong Heng."

Li Qinghong tapped his head lightly, followed his elder brother down the mountain, and asked:
"I haven't returned from seclusion for a while, why is there an extra demon general at home?"

Li Wushao buried his head behind him for a long time, finally got the chance, and said respectfully:
"Li Wushao, the little demon, was born in the East China Sea, and strayed into the salt lake. Fortunately, he was favored by his master and joined Qingdu..."

"Eh!"

Li Yuanjiao's mouth twitched and interrupted:
"You have learned a mouth-blown lotus, how can you be so nasty, Xuanyue Kong invited me to do it, and wanted to kill this monster. My family is short of foundation building strength, so I asked for a spell to accept it."

"I see."

Li Wushao chuckled, Li Qinghong looked him up and down, and said:

"Transformation doesn't turn into a better one to make people relax. You don't look like a good person, and you have to be careful when you meet."

Both Li Yuanjiao and Li Wushao froze, Li Yuanjiao looked at his sister's smiling face, and shook his head helplessly:

"You must amuse me!"

But Li Qinghong pulled him over and said excitedly:

"Come on, come on, my brother and sister will fight!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded, and the two of them rode into the wind. Li Qinghong opened the distance, and was not in a hurry to draw his gun. A purple Falei appeared in the palm of his hand. With a shake of his wrist, purple light galloped towards him.

The blue-gray snake on Li Yuanjiao's body emerged, and he has improved in the past few years. The snake is alive and well, with its teeth and claws, its beard and hair flying like life, and it leaps up with a roar.

"Boom!"

Zi Lei hit the snake, causing it to growl in pain, deep blue spray fell like rain, and the sky was full of water. Under the protection of Xianji, Li Yuanjiao approached with a sword.

[Jinglong King] is very special. In addition to the abundant true energy, the ability to control water can be combined into a water-based snake, and the separation can be transformed into a snake, shrimp, crab, turtle, sword, axe, and Li Yuanjiao. And up.

Li Yuanjiao has a small advantage by virtue of the immortal foundation, but his heart is heavy, as if he is facing a big enemy.

Others don't know about his younger sister, and think that being close to Lei Xiu can force her to defend and prevent her from casting spells. Li Yuanjiao doesn't think so. Li Qinghong's marksmanship has not been seen for many years, and now they don't know how far it is.

Sure enough, Li Qinghong pulled out the [Du Ruo Spear] with only a smile, and lavender thunder shadows emerged, swift as thunder, stabbing fiercely, and the spear shadows turned into the shape of birds, coming one after another.

"Chong!"

Li Yuanjiao drew out the blue-white sword light, which was dazzling, but Li Qinghong didn't collide with him head-on, but turned into a pick, pulled away to relieve his strength, the shadow of the gun circled, and slammed heavily to the side.

"It's broken! My little sister has read my own swordsmanship, and I am very familiar with Yueque Sword Arc!"

Li Qinghong's talent in weapons is higher than Li Yuanjiao's. With this blow, the purple thunder collapsed. Li Qinghong retreated for several feet, and the shadow of the lavender spear in his hand echoed and approached.

Li Qinghong has practiced for so many years, and she has long since stopped sticking to "Folding the Feather Spear" and "The Shadow of the Dragon". She is very good at shooting and spears, and she is a family. She understands that Li Yuanjiao is nothing more than a sword, so she immediately posted it.

Li Yuanjiao's weakness was clearly seen, and he fought very hard, only using his sword energy to block back and forth. Li Qinghong's guns piled up, and each shot was heavier than the other, causing him to retreat repeatedly.

Li Yuanjiao's face sank like water, and the light of the sword in his hand flowed like water, splitting into three streamers of pure white, aggressive and agile.

"Three quarters of the moon streamer!"

These three sword qis are solid and thick, and they swim spontaneously in the air like their own spirituality. They are pure white and bright, and each of them comes with a stream of light. Li Qinghong couldn't recognize it. He drew his gun and turned around, with a happy expression on his face:
"Brother, you've done it!"

But Li Yuanjiao didn't answer, took advantage of the situation to withdraw his sword, drew his sword out again, and added another arc of the Moon Que sword, Li Qinghong swung his spear to block it, but the three streamers of light flowed and danced nimbly, flying towards the center of her eyebrows and lower abdomen.

Li Qinghong's eyes suddenly turned purple, and the spear in his hand exploded with silver-white and dark purple lightning, and there was a violent roar in the air.

Two pure white sword lights jumped out of the rising thunder and lightning, jumped on her wrist, but disappeared abruptly.

"If you fight again, you will see blood!"

Li Yuanjiao smiled, Li Qinghong retracted his gun and sighed, a little regretfully said:
"I underestimated the "Yueque Sword Manual" too much! This is a fifth-grade swordsmanship, how can it be solved by using strength and skill!"

"Qing Hong, don't be humble, you may not be able to resist these two sword lights."

Li Yuanjiao shook his head:

"I've also just trained, and my strength is much stronger. If you came back a month earlier, I'm afraid I won't even be able to hurt you."

"This time, I took advantage. If you sacrificed the profound thunder as soon as you came, or used the [Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Technique] while I was approaching, I would suffer a big loss. I was injured before the fight started. It is absolutely impossible to defeat you."

Li Qinghong retracted his gun, saluted, and said softly:
"In the past, Qinghong was able to learn secret techniques and spear skills with peace of mind, all of which were carried by his elder brother and brother Ping at home. Now that Qinghong has become a foundation, she can also help her elder brother!"

"It's good for you to have such thoughts, but you haven't been in a hurry in recent years."

Li Yuanjiao looked at him gently, and replied:

"Check 【Xueyuguo】on one end, and on the other... spend more time with Brother Ping."

Li Qinghong bowed his head silently, and responded with a hum, the two of them knew it well, but one person came up from below, and said respectfully:
"Report to Patriarch, there is news from the desert in the west!"

"Uncle?"

It was rare for Chen Donghe to get news. Li Yuanjiao counted the time, but there was still not enough [Jinyang Huangyuan], his heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose.

Sure enough, the man bowed down and replied:

"It's an obituary..."

……

Valley Smoke Temple.

The weather in the desert has always been dry, and Chen Donghe has already gotten used to it for more than ten years here. When he wakes up early in the morning, he is used to calling twice softly, but there is no answer.

The eyesight of Qi training is really good, even in the dim light, he can see the old man's thin body, like a pile of firewood on the bed, lifeless.

The man was stunned for a moment, and took two breaths in silence.

"Yes, it's time to go home."

He put the things on the table and the wall into the storage bag, picked up Li Jingtian who was on the bed, and walked out of the yard step by step. The sand was very hot on his feet, and Li Jingtian always asked him to carry it.

"Today's sun is rather small. Such a fine weather is rare in the desert. It's a pity."

With her on his back, Chen Donghe thought that Li Jingtian would have waited for the weather to go to the north to have a look, and would die in a place with more rain, but he suddenly passed away overnight and died in the yellow sand.

"Friend Donghe Daoist!"

Bai Yinzi, the owner of Guyan Temple, personally sent them off, with tears in his eyes, he only said in a low voice:

"My condolences... my condolences..."

Chen Donghe looked as usual, bid farewell to everyone, all Guyan monks were very sorry, and even looked at him with pity, Chen Donghe dealt with it politely as usual, and shuttled in the wind with his wife on his back.

It took several days to cross the desert, and Chen Donghe had to stop halfway to wipe off the dew on his wife's face. The tentacles were stiff, her skin was as hard as a piece of cowhide, and it was even frosted, which was very ugly.

Li Jingtian died for a long time, but no one found out.

Chen Donghe went out at night to wait for the sunset to gather energy, and missed the time, when she rushed back she was clutching the sheet beside the bed, her face was not calm, and she was out of breath.

'Tian'er...'

As soon as Chen Donghe was in a trance, he had already arrived at Xiping Mountain. The terrain on this mountain was thin and the inspiration was cut off. Although it was surrounded by clouds and mist, filled with white mist and beautiful scenery under the sun, it was just an ordinary mountain.

Naturally, no one wants to stay in a mundane mountain. No matter how high and steep Xiping Mountain is, how it blocks the southeast water vein by itself and shaped the Guyan Desert, there is still no one to record this mountain.

But Li Jingtian liked it very much.

Chen Donghe landed on the mountain in a familiar way, pushed aside the sparse trees, and carved two small black stone platforms on the top of the mountain, which looked extraordinarily dusty in the misty and moist mountain mist, and he could see the endless clouds under his feet when he turned his head.

Looking east from here, you can not only see the complete Moon Lake, but also several famous fairy mountains, and even the Lijing and Qingdu mountains are looming in the distance.

This is the place Li Jingtian likes to come to, but it takes several days to come and go, Chen Donghe is not always free, every time he comes, he wants to make her happy for a long time, as if it is a festival.

Chen Donghe put her on the stone platform, heaved a sigh of relief, leaned against the stone wall very tiredly, put her head on his shoulder, and looked into the distance without saying a word.

The mountain wind howled, the loneliness was icy cold, Chen Donghe was very calm, just like when she was alive, he would not speak.

In the distance, under the reflection of the morning glow, the endless white clouds gradually turned into a sea of ​​golden red and red red, rolling and turbulent, turning into various shapes.

The clouds and mist approached from far away, and the black cliffs gradually disappeared in the white clouds. A pale and stiff corpse and an old man were submerged in the moist clouds and mist.

"Ugh..."

A cry emerged from the boundless white clouds.

An old man's, staggering, choked up ugly cry.

　Li Jingtian can't spend a lot of ink on this paragraph, he has tried his best to be concise. ^
　
(End of this chapter)