The burly man in front of him was stunned, and then he remembered that it was important, and Li Qinghong in front of him looked very tough, so he could only whisper:
"I was rude and offensive before, I only asked for a [Wanling flower]! Please fulfill it!"
Seeing that he was soft, Li Qinghong took out a jade box from the storage bag with his hand and said kindly:
"It's important to save people, Taoist friends take it and use it first."
The big man was overjoyed, he didn't have time to say anything thank you or discuss what reward he had, nodded vigorously, took the flower, and went away like the wind.
Li Qinghong then put away the gun and fell, the purple lightning flashed, Li Xiyu below was full of joy, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations to my aunt!"
She smiled softly, touched Li Xiyu's head, and said softly:
"When I was in retreat on the mountain, I was still a little boy who was scared off by thunder, but now I am thirty years old in a blink of an eye, and I almost can't recognize him."
Li Xiyu only smiled, and his joy could not be hidden:
"It's good for my aunt to break through successfully, it's good to succeed."
"Where is Brother Jiao?"
Li Qinghong tightened the gun in his hand and asked:
"It's rare to build a foundation, so I have to fight him well!"
"Hahaha......"
Listening to the laughter from far and near, the man in black came riding the wind, his face very proud:
"Qinghong really became it!"
"I've seen the ancestor!"
It turned out that Li Xiyu had previously sent to call Li Yuanjiao out of the customs, and this one had already rushed over, and a group of monks hurriedly bowed, Li Yuanjiao was rarely overjoyed, laughing:
"Okay! Okay!"
This head waved his hand and drove away all the monks with foreign surnames, and then looked up and down, looking at Li Qinghong's soft smile, he praised:
""Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is indeed an ancient method, you drive away thunder and lightning, purple light flows, and your aura is much more outstanding than mine."
Li Qinghong smiled and said:
"I have become the Immortal Foundation [Xuan Lei Bo], and the sea of qi has turned into a thunder pool, the purple and silver qi are rising, and the thunder is surging between the demeanor, which is very amazing."
She pulled her hair, and the expression on her face was very satisfied:
"I have seen several methods at home, [Xuan Leibo] is simple and generous, and I guess it was written when the Zifu Jindan Dao was first established, and the mystery is somewhat different from today's immortal foundation."
She stretched out her hand, palm up, purple thunder surged and emerged, slowly turning into a dark purple mysterious rune, lingering purple light, floating in her palm.
Li Qinghong condensed this thunder talisman that looked very consuming, his face was slightly pale, and he explained:
"This is [Secret Yuan Xuan Lei], the best at killing and eliminating demons, it can already induce the thunder of heaven and earth to assist the left, and then bless the [Purple Fu Yuan Guang Secret Method] in "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong", the power is probably staggering."
"This mysterious thunder is difficult to preserve, but you can store one in my Qi Sea Thunder Pool through the [Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Method], and take it out when it is time to fight, it will catch you off guard, and the threat is great."
This Xuan Lei was filled with a strong dangerous aura, and Li Wushao swallowed silently and said secretly:
"Just now the fairy left the customs, and I was defeated by the thunder in her hands, I only thought that this thunder method was amazingly powerful, and I never thought that there was still a mysterious thunder that was not used... If it is a life-and-death battle, I am afraid that I will be caught off guard and will be killed by her twice."
Li Yuanjiao's eyelids also jumped, and there was joy in his eyes:
"The difficulty of "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is a bit more difficult, and the income is also rich, this secret method complements it, and it has raised the combat power by several layers."
Li Qinghong put his palms together, took the thunder talisman back into the Qi Sea Thunder Pool, and then said:
"[Xuan Leibo] also has a method of setting up an altar to communicate the power of heaven and earth to descend the night thunder."
She frowned lightly and said with some hesitation:
"I just heard that the world is different from ancient times, and I don't know if this spell can still be used..."
The two were chatting, Kong Heng came over with a smile on his white and tender face, and lowered his eyebrows:
"Kong Heng has seen the benefactor, congratulations to the benefactor for building the immortal foundation!"
Li Yuanjiao nodded politely, Li Qinghong only paused slightly, and replied:
"Master, this cultivation has also made great progress, and I am happy."
"Yes... is..."
Kong Heng only agreed, lowered his eyebrows and fell in the wind, muttering scriptures in his mouth, working very hard, confessing his guilt, and fell to the ground by himself.
Li Yuanjiao looked at Li Qinghong's frowning appearance, and explained the things before and after to Li Qinghong clearly one by one, Li Qinghong nodded thoughtfully and replied:
"My technique comes from Leiyun Temple, and it seems that there is some connection between Liaohe Temple... It's just that I always have doubts in my heart."
Li Yuanjiao tilted his head, and then saw Li Qinghong say:
"This Leiyun Temple is clearly an ancient Buddhist cultivator, why is the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" clearly the number of paths of the Purple Mansion Jindan Dao! Isn't it a knock on the wooden fish to recite Taoist scriptures, which is unreasonable."
Li Yuanjiao was also puzzled, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so he had to write it down:
"I asked Kong Heng the other day."
Li Qinghong tapped his head, followed his brother down the mountain, and asked:
"I haven't returned from seclusion for a while, why is there an extra demon general in my family?"
Li Wushao buried his head behind him for a long time, and finally got the opportunity and said respectfully:
"The little demon Li Wushao, born in the East China Sea, mistakenly entered the salty lake, but fortunately got the master's attention and threw himself into the Qingdu ......"
"Hey!"
Li Yuanjiao twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and interrupted:
"You have learned to bloom lotus flowers with a mouth, how can you be so numb, Xuanyue Kong invited me to take action, I was going to kill this demon, my family is lacking in foundation building combat power, so I asked for a technique to accept it."
"I see."
Li Wushao smiled, Li Qinghong looked up and down, and spoke:
"Don't change your form to make people relax, they don't look like good people, so you have to be careful when you meet you."
Li Yuanjiao and Li Wushao were both stunned, Li Yuanjiao looked at his sister with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, and shook his head helplessly:
"You have to entertain me!"
Li Qinghong pulled him over and said excitedly:
"Come on, come on, my brother and sister will fight!"
Li Yuanjiao nodded, the two of them rode the wind, Li Qinghong opened the distance, not in a hurry to draw the gun, purple thunder appeared in the palm of his hand, his wrist shook, and the purple light rushed over.
The blue-gray dragon snake on Li Yuanjiao's body emerged, he had made progress in the past few years, this dragon snake was vivid, with teeth and claws, and his beard and hair flying lifelike, whistling and jumping.
"Boom!"
The purple lightning struck the snake, it roared in pain, the dark blue water splashed like rain, the sky was full of water, and Li Yuanjiao approached with a sword under the protection of the Immortal Foundation.
[Jing Dragon King] is very special, in addition to the strong primeval essence, the ability to control water will turn into a water-based dragon snake, and the division will turn into snakes, shrimp, crabs, turtles, swords, axes, and axes.
Li Yuanjiao had a small advantage with the immortal foundation, but his heart was heavy, as if he was facing a great enemy.
Others don't know his sister, thinking that getting close to Lei Xiu can force her to defend against casting, Li Yuanjiao doesn't think so, Li Qinghong's marksmanship hasn't been seen for many years, and now I don't know how far it has gone.
Sure enough, Li Qinghong only smiled and pulled out the [Du Ruo Spear], and a purple thunder shadow emerged, as fast as thunder, stabbing fiercely, and the gun shadow turned into the shape of a bird, one after another.
"Clang!"
Li Yuanjiao pulled out the blue-white sword light, dazzling and dazzling, but Li Qinghong did not collide with him head-on, but only changed into a pick, pulled away and released his strength, the gun shadow swirled, and smashed heavily to the side.
"It's broken! My little sister has read her own swordsmanship, and she is very familiar with the Yue Que sword arc!"
Li Qinghong's talent in weapons was higher than Li Yuanjiao's, this blow was picked and smashed, the purple thunder collapsed, Li Qinghong withdrew several feet in a row, and the shadow of the purple gun in his hand echoed, forcing closer.
Li Qinghong has practiced for so many years, and has long been not confined to "Folding Feather Gun" and "Echo of the Dragon".
Li Yuanjiao's weakness was clearly seen, and he fought very hard, only using sword qi to resist back and forth, Li Qinghong's guns were stacked on top of each other, each shot was heavier than the other, causing him to retreat again and again.
Li Yuanjiao's face was as heavy as water, and the sword light in his hand flowed away like water, differentiating into three pure white streamers, which were powerful and agile.
"Three-point moon streamer!"
These three sword qi are solid and heavy, and they spontaneously wander in the air like their own spirits, pure white and bright, each dragging a streamer, Li Qinghong couldn't recognize it, he drew his gun and turned around, with a happy face:
"Brother, you have practiced!"
Li Yuanjiao didn't answer, took advantage of the situation to put away his sword, drew his sword again, and added another Yue Que sword arc, Li Qinghong danced the spear to resist, but the three streamers flowed and jumped smartly, flying towards her eyebrows and lower abdomen.
Li Qinghong's eyes burst with purple, and the spear in her hand burst out with silver-white and dark purple intertwined thunder and lightning, and a violent roar erupted in the air.
Two pure white sword lights jumped out of the rising thunder and lightning, jumped on her wrist, but then dispersed abruptly.
"If you continue to fight, you will see blood!"
Li Yuanjiao smiled, Li Qinghong put away his gun and sighed, and said with some regret:
"I underestimated the "Yue Que Sword Code"! This is a fifth-grade swordsmanship, where can it be solved by breaking a skill!"
"Qinghong should not be modest, you may not be able to resist these two sword lights."
Li Yuanjiao shook his head:
"I have just practiced, and I am much stronger, if you come back a month earlier, I am afraid I won't even be able to hurt you."
"This time I took advantage, if you sacrifice that mysterious thunder as soon as you come, or use the [Purple Fu Yuanguang Secret Method] while I am approaching, I will suffer a big loss, and I will be injured before I even fight, I will never be able to fight you."
Li Qinghong put away the gun, saluted, and said softly:
"In the past, Qinghong could learn secret methods and learn spearmanship with peace of mind, all of which were carried by his brother and brother Ping, but now Qinghong has become a foundation and can help his brother!"
"It's good that you have this mind, but you haven't been in a hurry in recent years."
Li Yuanjiao looked at him gently and replied:
"Check the [Blood Fruit] at one end, and at the other... Spend more time with Brother Ping."
Li Qinghong lowered his head silently and responded, the two of them knew it well, but a person came up from below and said respectfully:
"Ancestor Qi Zhen, news has come from the desert in the west!"
"Uncle?"
Chen Donghe rarely received news, Li Yuanjiao calculated the time, but it was not enough [Golden Yang Huangyuan], his heart suddenly chuckled, and an ominous premonition arose.
Sure enough, the man bowed down and replied:
"It's an obituary..."
……
Guyan Temple.
The weather in the desert has always been dry, Chen Donghe has been used to it here for more than ten years, and he got up early in the morning and called softly twice, but there was no answer.
The eyesight of the qi cultivation was so good that he could also see the thin body of an old man in the dim light, like a pile of firewood placed on the bed, lifeless.
The man was stunned and silent for two breaths.
"Yes, it's time to go home."
He put the table and the things on the wall into the storage bag, picked up Li Jingtian on the bed, and walked out of the yard step by step.
"The sun is small today, it's rare to have such good weather in the desert, it's a pity."
Chen Donghe carried her on his back, thinking that Li Jingtian was going to wait for this weather to go to the north to take a look, and he was going to die in a place with more rain.
"Dong He Daoist!"
Bai Yinzi, the master of Guyan Temple, personally sent him off, with tears in his eyes, and only whispered:
"Mourning... mourning..."
Chen Donghe's expression was as usual, bidding farewell to everyone, all the Gu Yan monks were very sorry, and even looked at his expression a little pitiful, Chen Donghe responded politely as usual, carrying his wife through the wind.
It took several days to cross the desert, and Chen Donghe had to stop halfway to wipe the dew on his wife's face.
Li Jingtian had been dead for a long time, and no one found him.
When she rushed back, she grabbed the sheets on the edge of the bed, her face was not calm, and she was no longer breathing.
"Tian'er..."
Chen Donghe was out of his mind and had already arrived at Xiping Mountain, the earth veins on this mountain were thin, and the inspiration was cut off.
No matter how towering and steep Xiping Mountain is, how it single-handedly blocks the southeast water vein and shapes the Guyan Desert, no one still records this mountain.
But Li Jingtian likes it very much.
Chen Donghe fell in the mountains familiarly, pushing aside the sparse trees, and two small black stone platforms were carved on the top of the mountain, which looked particularly dusty in the ethereal and humid mountain mist, and you could see the endless clouds and mist under your feet as soon as you tilted your head.
Looking east from here, you can not only see the complete Mochiyue Lake, but also several famous fairy mountains, and even Lijing and Qingdu mountains loom in the distance.
This is a place that Li Jingtian likes to come to, but it takes several days to come and go, Chen Donghe is not always free, every time she comes, she has to make her happy for a long time, as if she is celebrating the festival.
Chen Donghe put her on the stone platform, let out a soft breath, leaned against the stone wall very tiredly, rested her head on his shoulder, and looked into the distance without saying a word.
The mountain wind howled, lonely and cold, Chen Donghe was very calm, just like when she didn't open her mouth before her death, he didn't speak.
In the distance, the white boundless clouds gradually turned into a sea of golden red and crimson under the light of the morning glow, rolling and surging, turning into various shapes.
The clouds and mist came from far and near, and the black cliffs gradually disappeared in the white clouds, and a pale and stiff corpse and an old man were submerged in the moist clouds.
"Ugh......"
A burst of crying emerged from the white and boundless clouds.
An elderly man's unpleasant cry that staggered and choked up.