The two fell back to Qingdu, threw the two monks to the ground, first sealed the six consciousnesses of the white-clothed old Taoist, and threw them aside like a rotten piece of wood, breaking the black-clothed monk's ban.
The black-clothed monk immediately turned over and bowed, and said respectfully:
"I have seen two seniors, He Yitao, a monk from Xu Kingdom, who practiced in Bianyan Mountain and went south, and I had nowhere to stand, so I had to cross the border into Yue.
Li Xijun only waved his hand and asked:
"What is the current situation in Xu Guo?"
The black-clothed monk hurriedly said:
"Zhu Shi went all the way south, fought to the south of Xu Kingdom, with Bianyan Mountain as the boundary, and fought in a group, even the big demon of Bianyan Mountain couldn't sit still, and the demon general under his command was captured and eaten, and the big demon fled to Dali Mountain with the wind, leaving behind a mess..."
"But Zifu and Maha took action?"
Li Xijun asked carefully, and the young man in black said:
"I have never seen it, there are only two mercy pressing formations, Jin Yu and Qingchi sent a group of foundation builders, and there is no Maha in the north."
He lowered his eyebrows, observed silently, and said softly:
"It's just that landslides and ground cracks in various parts of Xu Kingdom, there are many strange things, I heard that a large stone fell in the north of Xu Kingdom, thousands of feet high, the river in the east is dry, and the fish and shrimp at the bottom of the river are singing... and so on, and so on."
Li Xijun asked twice, and then said:
"Which one is the main one?"
He Yitao in front of him was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and recalled for a while, so he had to say:
"I only heard that it is [Compassion] and [Great Desire]... There is also a [emptiness], as for the two pities, what kind of Taoist is the Taoist system, the villain has a low status, I really don't know."
Li Xijun nodded, Li Xuanxuan twisted his beard and asked uneasily:
"But there is the whereabouts of the [angry phase]."
He Yitao paused and said a little uncertainly:
"My lord doesn't know, [Angry Phase] was reincarnated, his body was slashed by the sword of Li Tongya, and his original appearance was besieged and killed by the Purple Mansion.
Li Xijun nodded slightly, looked at him, and asked three more times, the mana power entered his body, this person was indeed a demon cultivator.
Without waiting for him to speak, he turned his hand and threw him aside again, lifting the old Taoist priest's prohibition, and when he saw him kneel on the ground with a plop, he trembled and said:
"My lord..."
The wind and snow on Li Xijun's body were fierce, and he only said softly:
"Old man, where are you and why are you here??"
"Xu Guo... Komuroyama Floating Cloud Cave Scattered Practice..."
He lamented:
"The five-eyed pity of [Emptiness] and the masters... Falling near Komuro Mountain, I waited for sixteen families to disperse... Running slowly... all committed suicide... Or cut off his hands, legs, ears and nose, and jump off the cliff..."
"The old Taoist has been cultivating for more than a hundred years, but he only ran faster and escaped with his life at the hands of that Xu Mu Mage... All the way to this boundary."
Li Xijun held the sword, frowned, and had doubts in his heart, and before he could speak, this person said repeatedly:
"Slow down, my lord! Slow down, my lord!"
He raised his head low, raised one eye upwards, looked at the faces of several people, shrank his body, and said eagerly:
"My uncle has also practiced on the lake for many years! This time the villain came to join him! Adults, slow down... Maybe it's still my own person!"
The old man was knowledgeable, and when Li Xuanxuan heard this, he immediately became interested and only asked:
"When... But there is a Taoist name."
When the old Taoist priest saw this, he immediately had a thought, and a flattering smile appeared on his face, and he only said:
"In Xia Fuyuan, my uncle is called Lingguizi... He broke through qi training about 130 years ago, so he came to this lake to look for opportunities, and now I don't know if he has broken through the foundation..."
Li Xuanxuan heard strangely, the smile on his face suddenly faded, he glanced at him quietly, and only said:
"I think you are faint, how dare you talk nonsense here... Does it take sixty years to break through and practice qi? One hundred and thirty years ago, I came to this place! Now I don't know where I died?"
"How can anyone who has practiced in one place is fate!"
Daoist Fu Yuan was extremely frightened, shook his head repeatedly, and hurriedly said:
"My lord! My lord! My uncle has a chance to do so! Absolutely extraordinary!"
Li Xuanxuan didn't believe him much now, and only asked:
"What a coincidence?"
The Fuyuan Daoist couldn't say clearly, so he just hesitated:
"My master was still thinking about him when he was dying, which means that the master passed on the opportunity to him before he died..."
He couldn't say it clearly, but how good could the opportunity to practice qi dispersion be to do it? Daoist Fu Yuan himself also understood in his heart, so he could only keep kowtowing and speechless.
Li Xuanxuan only saw that the clear air on his body was not turbid, and it was already rare in a place like Xu Guo, and there was no intention of embarrassing him, and he was about to speak.
"Slow..."
Li Xijun suddenly stopped him, frowned and shook his head.
The more frightened the Fuyuan Daoist, the more terrified he looked up, and said to himself:
"The old man is kind-hearted, this handsome man is more ruthless."
Li Xijun only glanced at him quietly and asked softly:
"How did the old man escape from the hands of pity and mage?"
Daoist Fu Yuan glanced at him blankly, as if he was recalling, and after several breaths, he said in surprise:
"Ouch... I forgot to clean it!"
His mouth and nose were bleeding, he screamed in pain, his body fell to the ground with a thud like a bundle of fallen firewood, without saying a word, and he was lifeless.
Li Xijun took a step back and turned him over with his mana, Daoist Fuyuan's face was pale and his skin was cold, Li Xijun's two fingers were swords, breaking his abdomen.
Then I saw a black hole, the internal organs were gone, and only a shriveled dead maggot remained.
Li Xuanxuan was stunned, Li Zhouwei on the other side was holding a halberd, thoughtful, Li Xijun pinched out the fire with two fingers, gently landed on the skin, ignited it, only to hear a crackling sound:
"Boom..."
This flesh and blood had long been shriveled, it was easy to light up, it was bright for a moment, and it turned into flying ash in an instant.
When He Yitao saw this, he was already extremely frightened, and burst into tears, and said in a low voice:
"I have nothing in my body, and my lord disdains these things, but for the sake of not offending, spare my life, and only listen to the lord's drive, and I have no second thoughts."
He was afraid that Li Xijun would ask something and kill him on the spot, but he saw the man take off his storage bag, take a closer look, and see that it was full of blood and rice, and shook his head.
He Yitao hadn't reacted yet, he only felt a burning pain in his chest, his belly was hot, gushing out of his nasal cavity, and a halberd had passed through his chest, and the tail was held in the young man's hand.
The demon fetus raised by He Yitao in his abdomen suddenly woke up, and the small mouse-like flesh and blood struggled a few times in his belly, and before he could break out of his belly or hide with his breath, he broke through his belly with one hand.
Li Zhouwei held a halberd in one hand, stirred it a few times in his abdomen with the other, took out the demon fetus, carefully observed it for two breaths, and gently crushed it.
He Yitao was also a demon cultivator in the early stages of qi training, but he didn't have time to react at all, and his head was taken off in the next second.
Li Zhouwei's hand was full of golden fire, and black smoke fell on his body, golden dots, and it was burned clean in an instant.
"Mingyang is also a demon cultivator... Although it is not as good as the sun and Xuan Lei, it is also called the best number."
Li Xuanxuan on the side was still looking at the corpse of the Fuyuan Daoist in a daze, Li Xijun looked back and saw that the old man could see the god, and said with some concern:
"Uncle..."
Li Xuanxuan slowly stepped forward, took off the storage bag on the waist of the Fu Yuan Daoist, took a closer look, and said in a low voice:
"It's so familiar!"
This small pouch is different from the popular system in Yue, it looks very small, Li Xuanxuan observed for a while, a color of memory appeared, and said softly:
"My house... The first storage bag... looks like this too!"
After Li Xuanxuan said this, he became more and more affirmative, and read it over and over twice, his voice drifting:
"Back then, Uncle Xiang Ping went to rescue the Wan family, but he never thought that the Ji family would take advantage of the power of the Golden Gate and destroy the Wan family... Uncle ran into an old Taoist and wanted to take his life."
"This old Taoist has been waiting in the lake for thirty years... I wanted to find an opportunity, but I was killed by my uncle and took the storage bag back... It seems... is the uncle he said."
Li Xuanxuan took a breath in his heart and said softly:
"If you have the chance, you can go to the Floating Cloud Cave in Xiaomuro Mountain to take a look."
Of course Li Xijun understood what he was talking about, so he silently agreed and said softly:
"The affairs of Xu Guo are chaotic after all, the Fei family is resisting in front, you can carefully discuss one or two, after all, it is a rare foundation-building formation, if used well, you can lose a lot less yourself."
Li Xuanxuan put away the storage bag, his expression was slightly dissatisfied, and he just said:
"At this point, they still refuse to send people to ask for help."
Li Xijun laughed, Li Zhouwei stood tall and said softly:
"The Qingchi Sect is thousands of miles away, far away in the sky, coming and going for more than a month, my home is only separated by a lake, close in front of me, only half a cup of tea comes and goes, far water can't solve the near fire, they will see it clearly sooner or later."
The two elders nodded, several people arranged to garrison, Li Zhouwei quickly retired, rode the wind out of Qingdu, and flew to the side courtyard of the nave and fell.
Chen Yuan followed all the way and said respectfully:
"Your Highness, my father has been waiting in the palace for a long time."
Li Zhouwei nodded when he heard this, and then he settled down, and sure enough, he saw the middle-aged man Chen Mufeng waiting in the hall, very respectful, and holding a woman in his hand.
Although he made a mistake in Xu Xiao's affairs back then and was punished very heavily, the Chen family is a big family after all, and Chen Donghe is quite relied upon, and he still has some status now.
He greeted him with a smile on his face, Chen Mufeng married Li Xiyu's sister, who was still Li Chengliao's uncle, and said:
"Your Highness, this is my young daughter Chen Shao... It was born between me and my concubine... Now that I am getting older, bring it for Your Highness to see..."
Of course Li Zhouwei understood what he was thinking, looked at the girl with low eyebrows and drooping eyes, deliberately avoided eye contact, threw off his robe and entered the house, leaving only a sound echoing in the courtyard:
"Go ask my father!"
Chen Mufeng was blocked by him, and he looked at Chen Yuan, and could only retreat in a low voice.
The father and son left the yard, Chen Shao seemed to be relieved, his steps were much brisker, Chen Mufeng sighed lowly, only Chen Yuan had a dark face, and slowly paced back all the way.
When he arrived at the Chen house, Chen Shao bowed and retreated as if he were running away, but Chen Mufeng was fine, only leading Chen Yuan forward.
The father and son didn't say a word, and walked quickly to the backyard, Mrs. Li was reading a book, looking at her appearance and asking:
"It seems that it will not work?"
Chen Yuan replied coldly:
"Not bad!"
He bowed his hands slightly, threw his sleeves and went down.
Chen Mufeng stood awkwardly in the courtyard, and Mrs. Li only sighed:
"If it doesn't work, it won't work! I just took her to see if anyone liked whom... I don't mean to blame you."
Mrs. Li was generous in her family, Chen Mufeng had always known it, and when he heard this, he nodded, and the couple looked at each other, but they both saw the worry in each other's eyes.
Chen Mufeng's expression was not only embarrassed, but even a little annoyed, he thought about it, sat in his seat and drank several sips of tea, and finally couldn't hold back and suppressed his voice:
"He... He is really suspicious and vicious!"
Mrs. Li sighed, and the middle-aged woman gradually became helpless, and said in a low voice:
"I don't know who it looks like... The more I teach him, the more he will be able to use people."
Chen Mufeng was angry and gritted his teeth and said:
"How... taught him to look like this! I have never seen him so cold-blooded, ruthless, mean and ungrateful when I was young!"
Although he was most optimistic about this eldest son, he was a father after all, and he had feelings for several children in his heart, and said coldly:
"His appearance seems like if my little sister doesn't marry the prince, he will draw his sword and intimidate!"
Mrs. Li lowered her eyebrows, and didn't know how to persuade her husband for a while.
"Gah..."
But hearing a crisp sound, the courtyard door was pushed open with one hand, a white arm was revealed, looking thin and capable, the eldest son Chen Yuan smiled and walked in quietly.
His face was mean, obviously smiling, but there was a chilling sense of deceit, the eldest son said softly:
"Father, you and I will meet the head of the family tomorrow."
Obviously, the courtyard door can be blocked and isolated, Chen Yuan, who has just gone out, must not be able to hear the conversation, but Chen Mufeng was seen by the eyes of his eldest son, and his heart was weak, cold as frost.
He nodded sinisterly, the eldest son laughed, clasped his hands on the edge of the door, stepped backwards, crunched twice, and closed the two doors tightly.
Chen Mufeng vaguely felt sweat on his forehead, picked up the tea and drank it fiercely several times, and then went to see his wife.
Mrs. Li was already stunned, sat quietly on the top, and after a full moment, she whispered:
"I thought it would be sent to the master's house... can polish his temperament, make him humble and restrained, and understand that there are people outside the world..."
The woman's eyes were slightly lowered, and she said softly:
"I feel like ... Send it to the prince, let him lead his troops to kill, suppress Shanyue, and make his minions sharper and sharper... In the past, it was just a fierce appearance, but now it has fallen into the bones."
Chen Mufeng sat in a daze, after more than ten breaths, feeling cold in his heart, and then said coldly:
"He only values a few people on Qingdu... He sees them only as kind... Only serve the prince... As for you and me... It's just a tool he can rely on!"
When Mrs. Li heard this, she was surprised and frightened, and suddenly raised her head, looking at her husband who had been stupid in front of her for most of her life, and suddenly had a strange premonition:
"It turns out... The son is fierce, and it is not easy to be a father."
She went to ask Chen Mufeng again, but the man kept silent.