Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 151 Sad Flower, Happy Sword
Five days later, we were at the Yuqing Palace on Tongtian Peak.

Qi Hao, Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Xueqi and Zeng Shushu, the top four in the Seven Clans Martial Competition, gathered here. Above the hall, Taoist Master Daoxuan was giving a speech.

After five days of rest, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi's injuries have greatly improved. This time they come to present the championship rewards and announce the next tasks.

The prize for the champion is called Liuhe Mirror, which is a magic weapon passed down by the tenth-generation ancestor Wufangzi. It is said that as long as the user has strong enough spiritual power, the Liuhe Mirror can reflect all attacks.

Having said that, Russell had sneaked into the Tongtian Peak treasure house these days when he was free and had played around. He also played with the legendary brass mirror and found that it was not as powerful as it was said to be. An attack at the Shangqing level could make the defense of the Liuhe mirror stretched to its limit.

After half an hour, Taoist Master Daoxuan finally finished his instructions. After receiving the task, Zhang Xiaofan and the others thanked him and said goodbye. They left the hall and followed their teachers back to the mountains.

"Uncle Luo."

Russell was thinking of leaving, but was stopped by a cold voice. Turning around, he saw Lu Xueqi, whose face was still a little pale.

"What does Junior-Junior Sister Xueqi want to call me for?" Russell turned around with a smile.

"Master has already informed Xueqi about the duel that day. I came here specially to thank my uncle for saving my life." Lu Xueqi bowed and said.

"Hey, it's just a small matter." Russell waved his hand.

Ever since he took action that day, he has been in trouble these days, just like a blind date. Shang Zhengliang arranges disciple meetings for him on Chaoyang Peak every day, and Russell is annoyed by it.

The most crucial thing is that, not to mention their character but only their qualifications, most of the disciples of Chaoyang Peak are not worthy of his liking. After much selection, he finally chose only Chu Yuhong, the first direct descendant.

After stopping to chat with Lu Xueqi for a few words, Zhang Xiaofan also walked over from the side. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Zhang Xiaofan felt that after he came over, Senior Sister Lu spoke much less.

"It's raining, it's getting dark, damn it, ah, god, god, hehe, god..." At this moment, a man in his forties came up staggeringly at the bottom of the long stairs. His clothes were relatively clean, but he had a confused look on his face and a dull gaze.

"Uncle Wang, are you okay?" Zhang Xiaofan came forward, trying hard to suppress his excitement, and asked with concern.

"This is..." Lu Xueqi asked in a low voice. She had learned from her master Shuiyue Zhenren about the relationship between Russell and Zhang Xiaofan and the tragedy in Cao Miao Village.

"A madman." Russell sighed, with a breath of fresh air flowing through his fingertips. He then raised his hand and pointed at Uncle Wang's forehead.

A sword mark immediately appeared between Uncle Wang's eyebrows.

With this sword seal, within a year or so, his one soul and three spirits that he had lost due to fear would slowly be reborn. However, after the restoration, although he would be able to be no different from an ordinary person, his previous memories would be gone.

Russell explained this matter to Zhang Xiaofan, who was very excited. He knew that this was a very good ending for Uncle Wang.

"Well, let's say goodbye here. Xiaofan, if you have any questions about cultivation, you can come and ask me. Well, the same goes for you, Junior Sister Xueqi." After arranging his disciples to bring Uncle Wang back to the wing room, Russell made a sword gesture, and small air swords emerged from his body.

"Uncle Master, don't worry. I will."

"I hope Master Uncle doesn't mind Xueqi bothering me."

Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi saluted repeatedly.

"Let's go." Russell exclaimed softly, and then his figure soared into the sky and rushed towards Chaoyang Peak.

Looking at Russell's receding back, Lu Xueqi was a little dazed for a moment.

Before she fell into a coma that day, she was not completely unconscious.

In a dark sea of ​​consciousness.

She seemed to see a figure.

Facing the sky full of thunderclouds, he raised his sword, opened the sky, and the light reappeared.

That sword intent and that back figure were engraved in her heart like a brand.

"Senior sister, senior sister?"

As Lu Xueqi recalled the past, she couldn't help but fall into a daze until Zhang Xiaofan called her a few times, which suddenly woke her up.

……

Chaoyang Peak, Sword Washing Pool.

It is called the Sword Washing Pool, but in fact it is just a pool of water in the small courtyard behind Russell's residence.

On the day when the Seven Clans Martial Competition ended, Shang Zhengliang took the lead in registering several surrounding mountains under Russell's name, and exercised his rights as the chief seat, giving them elegant names such as "Sword Washing Pool", "Tingchao Pavilion", and "Stargazing Tower" one by one, and then announced them to the entire Qingyun Sect.

As a result, the Stargazing Hall that Tongtian Peak was originally planning to build in the back mountain had to change its name.

However, now that his reputation has spread, Russell can't just leave it like that. After all, unless he is expelled from Qingyun Sect in the future, Chaoyang Peak will be the place where he will recruit disciples, teach them, and die.

That's why he just sent a message to his senior brother Shang Zhengliang, asking him to prepare some materials. He needs to renovate these famous and iconic landmark buildings.

"Brother Luo, all the materials you requested are here. Let's see if there's anything missing."

Behind Russell, Shang Zhengliang, Chu Yuhong and several other disciples, carried boxes of various sizes and flew over from the first residence on their swords.

"That's enough, thank you, senior brother..." Russell didn't care much at first, but when he turned around, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched.

"Senior Brother, isn't this a bit too grand?" Russell pointed to the various magical weapons, black iron, and elixirs that were almost piled up into a small mountain. If he guessed correctly, Shang Zhengliang had almost emptied the entire treasure house of Chaoyang Peak.

"Grand?" Shang Zhengliang stood with his hands behind his back, displaying his tyrannical demeanor. "I'm afraid these aren't enough. If there's anything else you want, feel free to tell me, Senior Brother."

Russell was surprised and said, "But if that's the case, wouldn't my mountain top surpass Senior Brother's main peak?"

"What's the big deal?" Shang Zhengliang said sternly, "I only have fifty years or so left to live. After I die, this will become the main peak of Chaoyang Peak. It's always a good idea to make plans early."

"I can't, I'm not qualified." Russell refused without hesitation.

Just kidding, it's no problem to let him teach disciples and be a thug, but to let him be the head monk and handle the affairs of the entire peak, that would be too much of an honor for him.

Shang Zhengliang turned his gaze towards Chu Yuhong: "Yuhong, tell me, is your uncle qualified?"

Chu Yuhong, who was staring at him with a deathly gaze, immediately straightened his back and said loudly, "Qualified! Apart from Uncle Luo, no one else on Chaoyang Peak is qualified to be the head monk!"

Seeing his disciple so understanding, Shang Zhengliang nodded with satisfaction. Then he looked around and took a look at the courtyard where Russell currently lived. He frowned and said, "Junior brother, your place is still too plain. After you leave, I will ask the disciples who cultivate earth-type spiritual power to help you renovate it. Just follow this."

Shang Zhengliang pointed to the brightly lit Yuqing Palace on Tongtian Peak and proposed solemnly.

Ignoring Shang Zhengliang's ulterior motives, Russell accurately grasped the key point in his words: "Brother, you just said, let's go? Where to?"

"I forgot to tell you that according to the Qingyun Sect's rules, disciples must go out for training for a period of time after achieving success in their cultivation. I remember that you've been a disciple for such a long time, so you probably haven't been out before. Coincidentally, your fellow villager is going to Kongsang Mountain to investigate the Demon Sect's traces, so I suggested to the Sect Master that you go with him so that you can also look after those little guys."

"Uh... Am I not the candidate for the abbot? Don't I have any privileges?" Russell clicked his tongue. To be honest, his plan was actually to go straight to the Black Stone Cave in Xiaochi Town to get the Xuanhuojian.

Not to mention that the Mysterious Fire Mirror was one of the few magical instruments in the Zhu Xian world that could be compared to the Zhu Xian Sword, and he was envious. Just talking about this trip to Kongsang Mountain, it was completely a check-in point for Zhang Xiaofan, the brat, to flirt with girls. He really had no interest in the love affairs between the younger generations. He preferred the older ones...

(Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox: Xiaobai)

Shang Zhengliang chuckled: "No way, I am the first seat."

……

Half a month later, Heyang City.

As the most prosperous city within a radius of thousands of miles of Kongsang Mountain, there are as many as 200,000 to 300,000 residents living here, not to mention the endless stream of merchants and travelers. Therefore, no matter day or night, there is no shortage of peddlers' shouting in the streets and alleys.

"Let's rest here tonight."

In front of the most luxurious inn "Shanhaiyuan" on the most prosperous street, Russell looked at the four people accompanying him and nodded with satisfaction.

"Isn't it too expensive?" Zeng Shushu looked at the luxurious restaurant in front of him and couldn't help swallowing. It would cost a lot of money to book five rooms here for one night.

"What are you afraid of? Your Senior Brother Qi will pay for it, right?" Russell unceremoniously hooked his arm around Qi Hao's shoulders. Qi Hao could only smile bitterly and nod, "That's right, Uncle Master."

Fortunately, he had gained something from his sixty years of chivalry in the mountains, otherwise the five uncles and nephews of Qingyun Sect would have gone bankrupt in just one night.

Several people sat down in the VIP lounge on the third floor of Xiyuan. After finishing their meal, they returned to their respective rooms to rest. They would set off for Kongsang Mountain early the next morning.

knock!knock!knock!
In the middle of the night, the sudden knock on the door made Russell in the room slowly open his eyes.

He stood up and opened the door. There was no one outside, only a strange fragrance lingering around his nose.

"boring."

Russell closed the door and went back to the room, but before he could walk back to the bed, there was another knock on the door.

When I opened the door again, there was still no one outside.

"You can do it once or twice, but not three times. Don't go too far."

Russell gave a faint warning to everyone around him and closed the door again. This time, he had just turned around when there was a knock on the door.

"Huh..." Russell exhaled, opened the door, attacked, captured, and closed the door, all in one go.

In the room, on the wall.

Bi Yao, who was held by the neck and pressed against the wall, couldn't help but widen her eyes.

So fast! She didn't even have time to react before she lost

"Young Master of the Ghost King Sect, why are you coming to Heyang City instead of staying in Huqi Mountain?"

Russell added a bit more strength to his hands viciously. Bi Yao, who was already feeling suffocated, felt even more as if she had fallen into an ice cellar after hearing what Russell said.

If a demon witch falls into the hands of righteous people, there is no need to even think about what the outcome will be.

"Let Biyao go."

At this moment, there was another low cry, and a woman in black with a black veil covering her face rushed in from outside the house. The dark purple magic power turned into a long whip and went straight for Russell's head.

Russell glanced sideways slightly, and in the darkness, his golden vertical pupils were completely ignited, and he looked into You Ji's obsidian eyes. It was this glance that made You Ji feel like she was struck by lightning, and her three souls and seven spirits were almost shattered by this look.

"Aunt You!" Amidst Bi Yao's struggling cries, the veil on You Ji's face exploded, and then she was also grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

"The Suzaku Holy Envoy is good-looking, but his cultivation is a little lacking."

As he spoke, a powerful wave of magical power emanated from Russell's body, tightly wrapping the room and forming a barrier. He then threw Bi Yao and You Ji onto the bed, while he himself sat on the chair with his legs crossed.

"Do you want to tell me your purpose for coming to Heyang City, or do you want me to use some tricks and then you can tell me?" Russell asked.

"I've never heard of a talented young man like you emerging from the younger generation of Qingyun Sect. I wonder which lineage and which leader you are a disciple of." You Ji knelt on the bed, supporting herself with her hands, revealing her beautiful figure, and spoke in a charming tone.

Then, she was slapped hard in the face, and the force caused her to fall uncontrollably into Bi Yao's arms.

"Luo Su from Chaoyang Peak, a disciple of Xianyun Zhenren." Luo Su continued, "Also, I'm asking the questions now, and you answer them. Don't try to be clever, understand?"

"I understand." You Ji covered her right cheek, which was swollen and had obvious palm prints, and replied in a deep voice, "Recently, the 'Blood Refining Hall' under the Black-Hearted Old Man has revived in Kongsang Mountain. Bi Yao and I have come here on the orders of the Ghost King to subdue them."

"Go on." Russell nodded and said lightly.

"That's all, nothing else." You Ji said in a serious tone, and Bi Yao nodded in testimony.

"Still not behaving well." Russell sighed, and his right hand trembled again.

A crisp sound came from Youji's other cheek.

"Too deceiving!"

"Biyao! No!"

Seeing Aunt You being insulted one after another, the furious Bi Yao waved her hand and shot out her magic weapon, the Sad Flower. When You Ji wanted to stop her, it was too late.

A white light flashed, and a small white flower rushed straight to Russell's face. When it was still one foot away from his head, the white flower broke into pieces in an instant. The petals were white and lovely, but the edges flashed with a faint green light, which looked like a murderous secret.

Russell didn't even move. When the sad flower approached him, a palm-sized bone sword suddenly shot out from his waist. The sword seemed to have intelligence, piercing through the air and hitting the white flower.

With a ding, the small white flower shattered. Bi Yao hurriedly called back the Sad Flower and looked closely. The flower, which originally had nine petals, now only had six. She immediately cried out, "How is this possible! What is this?"

The Sad Flower magic weapon in her hand is a rare treasure specially made by her father, the Ghost King, using unique materials and unique techniques. It is not easy even for the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon to break it.

"Happy Little Sword." Russell replied.

"What a crappy name!" Bi Yao felt extremely aggrieved.

"When you are unhappy, I am happy, so I am called Happy Little Sword. Besides, you just attacked me, right?" Russell said, raising his hand as a matter of course.

Bi Yao knew that she couldn't avoid the slap, so she timidly closed her eyes and stretched out her right cheek.

Then, You Ji was beaten again. Her whole body was pressed on the bed by an invisible force. She only heard two muffled groans, and it was unknown where she was slapped again.

"I did it, why did you hit Aunt You!" Bi Yao questioned. Seeing that Aunt You was being tortured again because of her, the little girl was so aggrieved that she started to cry.

Unexpectedly, Russell had no sympathy for the girl. Not only did he not blame himself for her tears, but he glared at her and shouted angrily, "Little chicken, you 80,000-dollar bastard, how dare you roar in court?"

(End of this chapter)