"Order?"
The five eyes were trembling with pity, and then I saw the voice of the head saying coldly:
"So bold..."
The five eyes kowtowed in pity and said in shock:
"Xiao Xiu understands! Xiao Xiu understood! The adult's immortal karma is vast and his fate is natural, and the small cultivator has gone astray, and only the transfer machine can catch a glimpse of the adult's face!"
"Since I have seen my lord, my life has climbed to the highest level... Xiao Xiu understood, it was all here at the top... Seeing the immortal face, they will all die violently here... Now there is only a sense of respect!"
The five-eyed pitiful voice replied:
"There are all kinds of worldly fate, and the karma created is willing to compensate with the body, and the body is burned by all kinds of karmic fires, and I only wish to get rid of a pure body and come to the immortal to be a child in the immortal cave heaven and a small official in the Dharma realm......"
He was sad and tearful, and Lu Jiangxian couldn't help but sigh:
"As expected of the Buddha's pity! A good pair of lips and tongues!"
His voice was soft, echoing in the air, ignoring the words full of pity in the five eyes, and said coldly:
"The deity has dropped a chess piece in the world, but you have many hands and feet...... If you leave traces in the future, I will not only ask you to burn yourself with karma......"
The five eyes of pity understood that the key was coming, and he couldn't wait to take out his heart and show it, and said in shock:
"Immortal... Immortal... Xiao Xiu still has some means! This must be done properly! Never let the immortal worry even half a mile, if there is a troublemaker, he will suffer the most pain and deepest pain, and he will never be reborn!"
There was never a bright light falling from above, straight through his mind, and the voice of the white-clothed immortal above was ethereal, and he replied:
"Today's oath should be on you."
Lu Jiangxian's hand was filled with brilliance, the bright yang flashed, the five-eyed pity in front of him drifted like smoke, dissipated and disappeared, the moon-white hall slowly disappeared, returning to the deep sky.
The memory of five-eyed pity flowed out, and Lu Jiangxian looked at it carefully twice.
At that time, under the rule of Emperor Zhaowu's father, Qi Yan, this five-eyed pity was still a follower of the Helian family.
"This father Qi Yan is an enlightened king, and he governs the three paths of immortals, demons, and Buddhas, and each prosperes, and they all have a place."
At that time, the five-eyed pity broke through the foundation, the sky was bleak in my memory, the sky was full of red blood, the wood and stones on the road were crying, everyone was panicked, and the ancestor of the Helian family just came out of his head, and was hooked away by something, leaving only a panicked cry.
Wumu hid underground for three months, and only when he came out did he learn that Emperor Zhaowu's father, Qi Yan, had died in Yancheng County, and the crown prince's father, Qi Dang, ascended the throne and welcomed the Seven Dao statues into Beijing.
He quickly abandoned the Taoist tradition and turned to the Buddhist disciples, never thinking that his temperament was exactly in line with this Tao, and he stepped into the position of pity.
This person cherishes his life the most, even if he becomes a master and has many means of reincarnation, he rarely leaves the north, only doing whatever he wants on his own Wumu Temple one-third of an acre of land, seven hundred years of memory, and four hundred years of enjoyment.
Finally, on a whim, I planned to go to the south, but I arrived in Xuguo, Jiangbei, and happened to meet Duanmu Kui, who came to Jiangbei to find things and had seen immortals.
Seeing that he had only built the foundation in the later stages, Wumu felt pity for himself and laughed three times, never wanting to be beaten into meat paste by Duanmu Kui holding a book, so his body of pity was useless, and he never crossed the river again.
"Seven hundred years of practice..."
Most of the five eyes in his memory are Buddhist methods, but after practicing for seven hundred years, he has consulted the exercises of demon cultivation and immortal cultivation in detail.
He read a little and found that the magic skills and immortal methods of these Liang and Zhao alternations were not very clear, and the exercises of the Purple Mansion Jindan Dao were naturally attached to various methods of swallowing the same reference.
"No wonder the Five Eyes Mercy also classifies the Purple Mansion Jindan Dao as a demon cultivator..."
He quickly changed direction and checked carefully, in the memory of the five eyes of pity, there were three more visions of the fall of the true monarch level like Emperor Zhaowu, not to mention suspicious...
"The other three times are concentrated in the two hundred years from seven hundred years ago to five hundred years ago..."
Lu Jiangxian silently took notes, using the back hand left in the five-eyed pity soul, and secretly observed the scene in the void.
…………
The five-eyed pity woke up from the void in a trance, and the magic formula in his hand was only half pinched, as if only one breath had passed, only feeling as if it was in another world, with golden light shining in front of him and lotus flowers falling.
He was shocked for a moment, feeling the scorching mana looming deep in his soul, understanding that everything just now was not an illusion, and his heart suddenly felt bottomless.
"What?"
The red-skinned and blue-eyed pity on the side asked, but his tone was very mocking:
"Lord Wumu suddenly woke up, presumably because he was affected by fate, and he had some good opportunity! Tell me?"
Although the pity was motionless, each holding the magic weapon, like a dense pile of statues, the five-eyed pity knew that his meal had already fallen into the eyes of the cultivators, and they were all looking at him.
What made him even more frightened was the emptiness of Maha [Chalu] behind him, although he was sinking into the void at the moment, transforming into a thousand-eyed body to watch Xu Guo, and he could move and stillness, this Maha must seem that his situation would be more difficult.
He was calm in the face of danger, and pretended to panic and put away the small bronze sword in his hand, and sure enough, when he saw the pity of the red skin and blue eyes, he laughed and said sarcastically:
"Yuan is your Arhat who is dead!"
As soon as these words came out, he secretly applauded in his heart, and sure enough, he saw that the peeping gaze suddenly retreated by more than half, and he moved away boringly, and his five eyes of pity only said coldly:
"Chi Luo, what does it have to do with you?"
This Chi Luo pitiful dojo is close to his Wumu Temple, and has never dealt with it, not to mention that there were many disputes in the early years, Wu Mu hated for a long time, and for the first time he felt that this guy was of some use, and he did a good job of showing a stern and introverted expression, and sure enough, he saw Chi Luo smiling pitifully:
"Your Arhat died in Jiangnan, right?"
Without waiting for him to answer, Chi Luo took pity on him and only said:
"Duanmu Kui is dead early! I'm so scared... It's like losing all the face of emptiness, how can there be a waste like you under Master [Chalu]? If I had been there at that time, I would have beaten this barbarian to blood."
"Not good!"
He let out a bitter cry in his heart, and sure enough, when he mentioned [Chalu], an eye slowly appeared behind him, staring straight at the two of them, his voice was like a ghost:
"Don't make noise! A guest is coming."
The five eyes of pity suddenly eased in his heart, and he said secretly:
"In the end, the immortal's methods are high, my fate has been handed over to Maha, and something has been planted in his soul, and he knows nothing... Sure enough, it is at least a first-level method of the golden elixir!"
He was thinking, but a hundred golden rays rose in front of him, a lotus platform flew out of thin air, and a five- or six-year-old child sat on it, carved in powder and jade, exquisite and cute, and a golden temple was suspended behind him, like a waterfall-like incense and smoke flowing out, soft and beautiful.
There is a minor revision declaration number below:
"Welcome to the Lotus Temple [Great Compassion, Good Happiness, Lotus World] Violet Lotus Maha!"
"[Good and happy appearance] is here..."
Thoughts flashed through the hearts of the pityers, and they saw the child's voice drifting and shouting:
"Chalu! Someone from the Tuoba family is coming!"
……
Baixiang Valley.
Li Xizhi practiced for half a year, the wind was calm, and gradually there was snow in winter, the mountains and forests were white, and the scenery was different from that of Jiangnan, which was very reassuring.
After being stationed for a long time, it coincided with the continuous changes in the spirit of heaven and earth, and there was a glow flowing, Li Xizhi's savings were already thick, and he swallowed the elixir, and naturally broke through the late stage of foundation building.
The two people who came with him: Yu Yuwei of Panqi Peak and Quan Yi of Linghe Peak, have gradually settled down, and the two disciples of Yu Yuwei have arrived, and Quan Yi, who was timid at first, can also practice with peace of mind.
Several people were talking in the courtyard from time to time, facing the snow in the sky, the two juniors were serving in front, and everyone in the valley knelt down and listened, listening intently.
Occasionally, several levels under the jurisdiction of everyone on the side of the valley would send people over, and the foundation-building monks stationed there would report, but there was no major event, only a few demon cultivators rushed over.
"Brother Xizhi!"
The middle-aged man Quan Yi has now called him a brother, although he is slightly older, he does not dare to be older.
"It's really a good snow!"
This person grew up in the sect since he was a child, he was not scheming, he had no wife or children, and only an old mother was in the peak.
He has no Taoist thoughts, and he has no partners, and his rare future is to build a successful foundation, he just wants to protect his mother to spend his old age in peace.
Yu Yuwei sat aside, took a sip of wine, and sighed:
"Xi Zhi... The elder of your family is really divine... Array slash Murong Wu..."
Li Xizhi laughed, he was really happy when he got the news, Quan Yi also asked about the east and west, and it slowly faded in the past few months.
Li Xizhi nodded slightly, still thinking about his family on the other side of the mountain, staring at the snow quietly, and not long after, he saw a black light rushing from the south and stopping outside the formation.
"Huh?"
Li Xizhi stood up, and Yu Yuwei, who was still there, also became serious, and suddenly heard a shout from outside the formation:
"Third Young Master! Third young master? Wu Shao is here! Send something over!"
"Li Wushao..."
Li Xizhi was a little surprised, Li Wushao was his father Li Yuanjiao who personally surrendered, he naturally had seen this demon snake, and even in the name of the patriarchy, he was Li Wushao's master.
Recognizing it at a glance, he flew to the front of the formation and asked softly:
"How is your home? How did you send you here?"
Li Wushao shook off the flying snow on his body, revealing the black clothes that had not changed for thousands of years, and replied:
"Third Young Master, it was not a big deal to close the door just to resist a wave of demonic cultivation, but Lord Qinghong received the magic weapon and reforged it and asked his subordinates to send it."
Li Xizhi nodded, observed carefully, it was indeed Li Wushao, checked a few tokens, and then went out, Li Wushao stared at him twice, envy appeared on his gloomy face, and said:
"The third young master's cultivation has also surpassed mine! I really envy me."
Li Xizhi looked at it with spiritual consciousness, and it was indeed Li Wushao, so he led him into the battle and replied:
"Although you practice slower, you have a long lifespan, each with its own benefits... Don't say who envies whom."
Li Xizhi confessed to the people in the courtyard and took Li Wushao back to the room, and Li Wushao took out a folding fan from his sleeve.
I saw that this fan was dark blue, showing most of the arc circle, the twelve umbrella bones were clean and neat, exuding a faint brilliance, it seemed to be mixed with some kind of glow light, and a little colorful light appeared on the fan body.
Li Xizhi smiled a little, held it in his hand, and understood it carefully, Li Wushao replied:
"This was obtained by Lord Qinghong who killed the people of the Helian family, originally only had six fan bones, it was the same magic weapon, the whole body was refined with soul and blood very exquisitely, it could blow out gray magic wind, maybe there were other uses..."
"Later, I asked someone to change it carefully, and I thought about bringing it to the young master for use, so I removed these blood and souls, and used cold essence and black iron to make up for it.
"It was a big fan that could cover half of the people, but now it has a fan bone and thickened the fan surface, but the size of the chest... After searching around, I only got some glow treasures, and I melted them in."
Li Xizhi listened carefully and replied 'good' very softly, from his point of view, this magic weapon can only be regarded as ordinary in the foundation building, but it has a different meaning, so he smiled and said:
"Please tell my aunt that I am troubled to trouble my aunt."
Li Wushao nodded and replied:
"It must be brought... The young master can come up with a name, and I will go back and answer."
Li Xizhi tried it slightly, it is not as convenient as a sword, but it also has unique advantages, it is very convenient to use some spells to push, investigate, and capture, and said softly:
"Just call it [Xia You]."
Li Wushao nodded, and Li Xizhi quickly remembered something in his heart:
"When I broke through, Xiao'er picked a [Rainbow Mist] for me, and now it is still in the storage bag, so I just took it out, refined it day and night, and refined it into this face."
He was thinking, Li Wushao nodded quickly, took a letter and handed it to him, and replied with his hands:
"Then the subordinate will go back... I'm afraid that if I leave for too long, something will happen at the level, and I will have to be punished..."
Li Xizhi nodded naturally and sent it all the way, all the way to the outside of the formation, Li Wushao hesitated on his gloomy face and replied:
"The old master is not alive... Wu Shao should have stayed by the young master's side, but he was assigned and was not nearby, so please take care of yourself."
This old snake is gloomy on weekdays, and he is rude to scold people, but after decades, he has lived a life that is completely incomparable to the East China Sea, and the kindness is remembered.
He hung this [Xia You] spirit fan on his waist, flew all the way with the wind, read the letter, and also had an understanding of the affairs in Guanzhong, and fell back into the formation, Yu Yuwei only glanced at it, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations to Xi for getting the magic weapon."
Quan Yi glanced at it with envy, he just thought that of course the sword behind Li Xizhi must be the foundation, and there is a feather coat, and the treasure fan is also the foundation, congratulations, and secretly sighed:
"It's a pity that my ancestor of the whole clan... Missed the opportunity, a good time to go single and plunge into the green pond early... Even if it occupies more territory and waits for incorporation... My whole family can also be compared to Yuan, Yu, and Ning, so that it will not reach the point of being passed down from generation to generation...'
He was secretly thinking, but Li Xizhi and Yu Yuwei stood in fear, looking north together, only to see the gray mist rising, looming, floating in the air.
Quan Yi's face turned pale and he said in shock:
"There is a movement in the Tuoba family!"