"Take my sword."
Li Chijing spat out four words, the blazing white light flowed out of the long sword on his waist, raised his left hand lightly, and the north wind on the mountain city calmed down, and the top and bottom were white.
Deng Qiuzhi pressed the sword on his waist, his heart was stirred, he was also a person who used a sword, although his cultivation was not high, but he also understood the style of this sword.
"Yue Que Sword Intent...... Brother Chijing has always been good at hiding clumsiness and not showing off in front of others, but now he has reached a dead end, and finally he is no longer hiding!"
The white light flowed like moonlight, as if it was slowly and quickly hitting the red light curtain of Chi Zhu Yun, as if piercing a layer of window paper, Chi Zhu Yun lit up with layers of talisman protective golden light, but it was broken in vain, seeing that the neck was cold, Chi Zhu Yun had to shout with a pale face:
"Ancestor save me!"
Li Chijing's eyes showed a sudden color, and the white light brushed past Chi Zhu Yun's face like moonlight, without the slightest damage, Chi Zhu Yun stood in a daze for a moment, and spoke:
"Sword intent?!"
Li Chijing arched his hands, as if he had never heard it, and just replied:
"Senior Brother Chi agrees."
"Okay!"
Chi Zhuyun screamed, his face still pale, and asked again:
"What kind of sword intent is this?"
"Yue Que Sword Intent."
Li Chijing nodded lightly and answered him, but he didn't expect Chi Zhuyun's face to be complicated, and he muttered:
"It's a pity! It's a pity!"
"Bell!"
Only then did the sound of the sword fall on the ground, which woke everyone up, and there was a whisper, because Chi Zhuyun's life experience did not dare to talk too much, but everyone's eyes were full of shock.
Li Chijing fell back into the mountains, Xiao Yuansi was already looking at him dumbfounded, and asked in disbelief:
"You almost killed Chi Zhuyun?"
"I don't dare."
Li Chijing put the sword into its sheath, looked at Xiao Yuansi's stunned appearance, shook his head and said:
"If I kill him, the rest of the Chi family will not do anything to me because of the needs of the real person of the Purple Mansion, but it will inevitably take action against the family, just teach him a lesson."
"Aren't you afraid that he will hold a grudge and stumble on your family?"
Xiao Yuansi was a little curious and asked repeatedly.
"Chi Zhu Yun is arrogant and will not use such methods, I have been dealing with him for so many years, and we still understand each other."
Li Chijing smiled, stretched his waist, and saw a person walking outside Dongting, and said respectfully:
"Senior, someone from the sect said that he was inviting the senior to go."
Xiao Yuansi suddenly froze, he had not been angry for more than ten years, his expression was annoyed, his sleeves were windless, and he said sternly:
"Can't wait like this!"
The man lowered his head in horror, Xiao Yuansi suddenly felt a gaffe, apologized gently, and then saw Li Chijing nodding and said in a deep voice:
"Take me there."
"Jing'er!"
Xiao Yuansi called out, Li Chijing untied the sword at his waist, handed it to Xiao Yuansi, and said in a low voice:
"Senior brother, take care."
After saying that, he went out and drove the wind down the mountain peak, leaving Xiao Yuansi holding the jade slip in the wind, with a complicated expression, as if he had made up his mind, staring blankly at the sky.
"Master...... Forgive me for not being able to stay in the sect anymore......"
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Li Chijing entered the main hall on the peak, but in the middle of Chi Zhuyun was sitting a man in green clothes, his face was unclear, Chi Zhuyun stood aside, bowing his head respectfully.
There was a person kneeling below, it was Deng Qiuzhi, who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
"I've seen real people."
Li Chijing looked at this person's posture and knew that it was probably a Purple Mansion monk, so he immediately bowed down, raised his head and stared at him, as if he wanted to see through the fog on his face and underestimate the true face of this Purple Mansion monk.
"Bold!"
Chi Zhu Yun was suddenly startled, and said repeatedly, and the Purple Mansion monk waved his hand and replied:
"It's okay."
The Qingyi Zifu lowered his head and looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked:
"Yue Que Sword Intent...... How long has it been completed?"
"More than five years."
The Purple Mansion monk muttered for a while, stepped forward and looked at his eyebrows, making sure that there was no crescent moon pattern that frightened him, and then spoke:
"I have never supported Senior Brother Chi Wei's approach, and I sent away the geniuses in the sect one by one to pave the way for him alone, but unfortunately... The old thing liked his style back then, but now he is the leader and has a high cultivation level, so I can only obey orders."
Chi Zhuyun on the side quickly closed his eyes, pretending not to hear this, Qingyi Zifu glanced at him and continued:
"Get up."
Li Chijing stood up, the Purple Mansion monk lifted it lightly, took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the sea of clouds with the two of them.
The brilliant morning sun was rising into the sky, and the Purple Mansion monk took him all the way south, crossing the flat wasteland outside Yishan City, and going deep into the boundless southern border.
"So fast!"
The scenery around him passed like lightning, the jungle model lake under his feet turned green, and the mountains in the distance approached at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The Purple Mansion Monk is really happy!"
The monk Qingyi glanced at him in surprise, the spell maintained the speed of Li Chijing and Deng Qiuzhi, nodded approvingly, and replied:
"Unpleasant! The Purple Mansion also has the embarrassment of the Purple Mansion, but most of the time it doesn't have to be a pawn."
"You."
The monk in green clothes looked at him again, laughed, and said softly:
"You really have a temperament towards me, if things hadn't come to this point, I would have liked to accept you as a disciple and teach you well, but now you have to die, even if that big dragon fails in alchemy, I have to see you turn to ashes before you can leave with peace of mind."
Li Chijing couldn't laugh or cry for a while, Li Mutian's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind, after calculating the years, Li Mutian was mostly immortal, and the voice was cut off in this Yishan City, and he didn't know what was going on at home.
Deng Qiuzhi looked gloomy, staring blankly at the rising sun on the horizon, his cheeks aching from the north wind blowing in the sky, but he was devastated and unaware.
The two of them fell into the forest not long after, and in front of them was a bottomless pool, the water in the pool was as green as jade, and there was not a trace of ripples.
On one side sat a young man who looked like a teenager, wearing an ink-colored robe, shimmering like scales, and was sleeping with his eyes squinted against the big tree.
"Senior, people have already been brought."
The young man opened his eyes suddenly, but it was a pair of turquoise vertical boys like snakes and dragons, staring at the monk in green clothes, and said softly:
"Why is it, Chi Wei!"
"The leader has retreated to maintain his life, just waiting for Your Excellency's elixir."
The young man shook his head, sneered, and sneered:
"I think this old ghost is afraid of me and doesn't dare to come to my southern border, so I have to ask you to come!"
Li Chijing was speechless under the coercion of the two people, looked at the young turquoise vertical boy, and thought to himself:
"This is the big dragon that the Purple Mansion monk said!"
Dajiao had ingested Li Chijing, who was unable to move under the coercion of the two people, looked at him, and said with a smile:
"Daoji's 'Lake Moon Autumn' meets the requirements...... You wait!"
He grabbed Deng Qiuzhi with one hand, took a closer look, nodded and said:
"Still according to the usual practice, this is a qi training monk who has practiced the secret method, no more than thirty years old, and the medicine age is just right."
So he grabbed Li Chijing and Deng Qiuzhi and fell into the water, Li Chijing's eyes darkened, and he landed in a cave full of jasper, jade tables and chairs, jade platforms and jade frames, a jasper brilliance, in the middle of a golden furnace hugged by five people, lit with black and red flames below.
Dajiao patted his head, looked at his arms and arms, pinched a spell in his hand, and said with a smile:
"You are so delicious, if I hadn't promised Old Ghost Chi, I would really want to eat you."
After saying that, he threw Li Chijing into the alchemy furnace, picked up Deng Qiuzhi again, held it on the alchemy furnace and scratched his chest and abdomen with his hand, and suddenly broke open and blood was dripping down, rolling down, Deng Qiuzhi snorted and fainted, and was thrown into the furnace.
Li Chijing was still speechless and unable to move, looking at the horrific Deng Qiuzhi and sighing slightly, watching the blood flow away little by little.
All kinds of spiritual objects that fell hit his body, and Li Chijing thought quietly in his heart:
"My father never saw me before he died, and he told me that in this remote southern border, the big brother in the underworld would nag me again!"
The side was already scorching, and Li Chijing said secretly:
"I just hope that the second and third brothers can be optimistic about the younger generations in the family and see through the true face of the Qingchi Sect as soon as possible!"