Mochizuki Lake.
The sky is bright, the lake water is clear and clear, Qingdu Peak stands in the lake, the stone steps go up the mountain, and there is an old man standing in front of the steps of the main hall, holding a gray-blue cloak, walking in circles.
Li Xuanxuan waited for a moment, and finally saw a man with a gun fall in front of the hall, practicing the nine-level cultivation of qi, saluting with his hands, and said respectfully:
"Siwei has seen my lord."
"How is the shore?"
Li Xuanxuan picked him up and hurriedly asked, this person was An Siwei, the son of An Yuyan, generous and calm, a talent, and whispered when he heard the words:
"What I just saw was true, the Fei family went north, all the way to the river, all of them were concubines, more than millions, glass, gold sand and other things mixed in, attracting the cultivators to sweep away, full of figures."
"Listen... People in the north say it is a vision of the fall of Buddhism."
Li Xuanxuan twisted his beard, his heart sank, his hands tightened, and he replied:
"Shi Xiu's subordinates are very good at reincarnation, if they have to fall, I am afraid that the battle situation has reached a critical moment."
"That's what adults say too..."
Before he finished speaking, frost and snow were already floating in front of the hall, Li Xijun entered the hall through the wind, [Han Yan] wore it around his waist, and his face was still a little pale.
"Xijun!"
Li Xuanxuan asked, Li Xijun returned the salute first, and then said softly:
"I'm afraid that many mages have fallen, Jiang An seems to have some spiritual weapons to suppress it, the situation seems to be much better, there were demon cultivators around before, and now there is no one left."
He pressed his sword with one hand, took a step forward in the hall, thought for a moment, and said interestingly:
"It seems that Bian Yan Mountain may not be a good place, the real person is calculated and changeable, if the riverside is guarded, where should the demon cultivator go!"
Li Xijun's words made Li Xuanxuan relax a lot, the old man raised his eyebrows and looked around, and suddenly found that there was a platinum aura floating in the north, and he quickly became vigilant.
Li Xijun's pupil technique was the most powerful, he had already seen through it, exhaled softly, a brilliance appeared in his eyes, and a trace of worry hanging between his eyebrows also dissipated, and he turned around and smiled:
"It was a great victory!"
His heart suddenly relaxed, and the hand that had been holding the hilt of the sword also loosened, and he immediately changed his mind:
"It seems that there is really a calculation! It's just that I'm in the back and can't hear any news, maybe it's Chi Zhiyan's good move... But if it is the calculation of the Purple Mansion, then there will be a good show to watch!"
Li Xuanxuan still couldn't see the people in the distance, but when he saw the thunderous clouds, the golden energy and the bright sun, combined with Li Xijun's words, his heart relaxed, and the old man was worried for most of the night, and his face couldn't help but flow with joy:
"The ancestors bless, look at this is a big victory!"
He gradually recognized his juniors, counted a few people, and did not notice Li Xuanfeng's figure, but found that there was also a man in white armor, everyone was standing sideways while walking, and his status seemed to be extremely noble, and the old man immediately said:
"It seems that there is still a high level of cultivation, the white air is dazzling, and you can't see clearly, you should greet it early, so as not to lose your courtesy!"
Li Xijun was slightly stunned, understanding that Li Xuanxuan did not have pupil cultivation techniques, so he couldn't see clearly, smiled in his heart, and nodded:
"It's time to be more grand, I'll go greet you together!"
Li Xijun first took a step forward slightly ahead of Li Xuanxuan, and noticed that the jade pendant in the clan on his waist was sensing and glowing, so he felt relieved and turned sideways to hold the junior salute.
"Wow..."
Li Xuanxuan first saw Li Qinghong holding a gun at a glance, although she had always been heroic, there was some worry between her eyebrows, and on both sides were Li Ximing and Li Xizhi, although she was a little sluggish, she didn't look too seriously injured.
He must have paid attention to the white-armored monk in the middle, this man had a tiger's head and a black helmet on his face, covering both sides of his cheeks, very majestic, with pale pupils and black beard and hair, as if he was in his prime.
The white lines on his cheeks and neck flickered, and the stabbing person couldn't open his eyes, and it was even more difficult to look at his face.
"This golden energy is a little more cold than the second brother's Gengjin, isn't it a high cultivation that is exchanged for gold?"
So he didn't dare to look at it even more, and silently looked away, who knew that this person had not arrived yet, and he had already made everyone feel like a knife cutting, Li Xuanxuan was even more suspicious and thoughtful:
"Could it be that he is a real person from the Golden Feather Sect? What does it have to do with my family?"
When the cultivators arrived in front of him, Li Xijun had already spoken and said softly:
"I have seen all the brothers and elders."
His voice was always clear, Li Ximing and Li Xizhi looked down, and before answering first, Li Qinghong actually looked at the person in the middle, Li Xuanxuan was suspicious, but he heard a slightly hoarse man's voice:
"No need to be polite."
"Tick..."
A drop of clear dew rolled down Li Xuanxuan's gray-blue clothes, and the lake was covered with autumn dew, ticking cold and sharp, this voice made the old man immediately raise his head, meet those eyes, and say in a daze:
"Xuan Feng...?!"
The white lines on Li Xuanfeng's face had faded, his eyes were sharp and spirited, and he had just been released from the crowd, and the suppressed murderous intent turned into an indescribable majesty, and the armor on his body was even more suitable for divine martial arts, like an immortal general who had fallen from a certain immortal mansion.
But his face was only in his early thirties, and in an instant, Li Xuanxuan pulled from suffocation to the past, the old man screamed, his face slightly red:
"Second brother..."
"Brother."
Li Xuanfeng responded, the autumn dew on the lake became even more sudden, like a torrential rain, Li Qinghong on the side looked worried, and said softly:
"Why don't you go to the peak first..."
Li Xuanxuan also once took charge of the clan, not an ordinary old man, and quickly sensed something from the face of the junior, and quickly fell, leading Li Xuanfeng in white armor into the hall.
But his heavy gaze never took his eyes off his brother's face, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was looking at something.
Li Xuanfeng's fairy bow has gone through vicissitudes of life, washed away the lead, and the frivolous removal is even more portrait! It's not just Li Xuanxuan who is stunned, I'm afraid Li Xuanfeng himself will be stunned when he looks in the mirror!
Li Xuanfeng sat down, looked around at the children, and actually mentioned something first for a while, and said softly:
"Qinghong, that Helian Changguang has been killed by me, don't worry too much."
Li Qinghong's apricot eyes were slightly red, he nodded, and did not say a word to interrupt him, Li Xuanfeng's pupils moved, and his voice was very calm:
"The river bank was killed and released, and the northern cultivation retreated, so the stone of Bianyan Mountain sank into the sea, and the direct descendants of the Chi family and the tribes were all gone here.
"If I die, the Jiangnan family will definitely celebrate with the crown, and Qingchi will fall into the hands of Si Yuanli and Lingu Lanying.
His iron-like cold face was less calm than his father's, but he was more domineering than the group of cultivators, and every word was cold:
"In the land of the five counties, the Yuan family was originally a supporter of the Chi family, and Yuan Tuan and Yuan Chengdun were killed by them, so there is no resentment? Huyuan is good and weak, and Hudu is poisonous and ruthless.
"The Yu family was dismembered by the Chi family, only Yu Yuwei can solve it, this person died one step earlier, and it is even more difficult to start the momentum."
"The Lingu clan is deeply rooted, has always been ambitious, occupies the South China Sea, and is a nobleman of Wuyue Mountain and Yue, and is married to Kui, Si Yuanli will definitely be favored more, and can help..."
"The Ning family is tied to Ning Wan, Ning Heyuan is afraid that there is no chance of survival, and the Ning family has fallen into the hands of Ning Hejing, so don't believe it..."
His eyes swept over everyone's faces and fell on Li Xizhi, and his voice gradually lowered:
"Xi Zhi... My Li family has been in the position of the Jiangnan family for three generations, and the trend of the late family is already obvious, Si Yuanli will definitely use you, and you will start the affairs of the sect by yourself."
"Don't worry, second uncle."
This graceful and dignified young man nodded slightly, showing his usual generous style, and he said softly:
"The junior is only worried about Uncle Yuanqin..."
"It's okay."
He saw the man in white armor sitting upright, his voice was low:
"He has a sense of proportion."
Li Xizhi stepped back thoughtfully, while Li Xuanfeng opened his eyes and looked at Li Qinghong, his voice lowered:
"Qinghong, if I am not here, you are the only one in the family who is good at fighting, the thunder method is violent, you are safe in the sea, deterring bad people, and there is no need to get involved in the internal fighting method."
"Yes."
Li Xuanfeng then went to see Li Ximing, Li Ximing had always been afraid of him, lowered his head and did not dare to speak, the man in front of him only asked:
"Xi Ming, how much Zifu are you sure of."
Li Ximing's heart was sour, full of bitterness, and he said heavy:
"Less than 20%."
Li Xuanfeng nodded and said softly:
"It's high, don't rush for quick success... Where is Minghuang?"
"I have gone to the East China Sea and cannot return yet."
Li Xijun responded, Li Xuanfeng looked at him and said quietly:
"You have the ambition to love swordsmanship, but unfortunately you are tired of my family, not everyone has the appearance of a swordsman, Wang Xun still has to walk the world, you can move around."
Li Xijun paused slightly, but saw Li Xuanfeng looking at the old man on the side, and there were some fluctuations in his language for the first time:
"Xuanling was the same back then, once is enough, no need to come again."
"Take the genealogy."
Li Xijun immediately retreated, not even two breaths, already holding a purple jade slip forward, still pressing the book, Li Xuanfeng took it gently, put the jade slip on the table, and grabbed it in his hand.
"Clang..."
The golden energy in his hand condensed and turned into a pen intertwined with gold and silver, only turning one page, it was [Uncle Mai], the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and he picked it up.
"Li Yuanyu."
He handed the thing to Li Qinghong and said hoarsely:
"You are the most keen, you can see it well, I didn't do this beautifully, but I didn't have a chance, you have to take a look at what happens after that..."
Li Xuanfeng exhaled a breath of gold, stopped speaking, paused slightly, then untied the brocade bag around his waist, lifted the prohibition with his hand, and gently pulled out a white bow with his other hand.
This white bow was a change from Jin Geng, Li Xuanfeng took a careful look at this mysterious bow that had been fighting with him all his life, and rubbed it gently, and the word [Jin Geng] on the bow disappeared, and the changes were ups and downs, turning into two words:
"[Confession]"
His voice was a little softer, and he said softly
"I will hold the gold in the right position, and finally achieve this bow, and leave all the things in the storage bag at home, and leave this fairy bow to Yuanqin."
Li Qinghong vaguely saw pieces of golden sand rolling under his feet, and understood that Li Xuanfeng didn't have much time, so he just nodded, and the man in white armor finally got up, the silver-white light floated on his face, and his voice was like gold and iron hitting each other:
"The north and south are fighting, I have killed countless people, Murong Helian has no mercy... All have blood debts falling into my hands..."
"Now that I have sat down, I will suspend my grievances, and if the children in the family do not need to go north, they should not go north to prevent being harmed."
"Li Xuanfeng is the heaviest in murder, and he has done many evil deeds, so he should have fallen because of killing, and he is not indignant."
Everyone in His Highness lowered his eyes and cried, but the man laughed loudly, pulled Li Xuanxuan, who was crying silently, and gently shook his hand to send the rest out of the palace.
"Brother... Uncle Zhong doesn't like wine, so my three brothers don't dare to drink too much.
A golden pot appeared in his hand, a few crystal Wanling flowers fell into it, a jade cup was placed, and he smiled for the choked old man, although his voice was slightly hoarse, but there was a kind of battle-hardened heroism.
"Brother!"
Li Qinghong and the others were standing outside the hall, the woman raised her tearful eyes, and found that a brilliant brilliance filled the entire hall, and two figures were cast on the palace door.
The two brothers cried and laughed, their voices were endless, or they said that the green sword was white and the blade was dismissed, or that they were throwing swords and shooting wood, that they were young and romantic, or that they were calming down and falling, and that the whale was falling...
The two laughed and scolded, guessing fists and gambling on wine.
When it comes to the gold master of bow archery, drink three cups first, and the arrows are called Shuiling, and the respect belongs to each other.
It is said that he tore up the Yan general demon, slammed the case, killed all eighteen releases, and floated a big white.
The laughter of the two even drowned out the whimpers outside the hall, which shook in the mountains, Li Xuanxuan had never been so hearty and wild, he talked about all the things he didn't dare to mention in the past, Li Xuanfeng in front of him laughed loudly, neat and generous.
The brilliance in the palace became fading and fading, and the old man's voice was still high-pitched:
"Xuanfeng! At that time, the main position... must be Xuanling and yours!"
Li Qinghong gradually stopped crying, her apricot eyes were lowered, and there was only one figure left on the palace door, everyone looked up, listening to him scolding or scolding, crying or laughing, but no one responded to him anymore.
"Wow......
The autumn dew in the sky was like rain, eagerly hitting the ridge, the cold wind passed through the mountains, slapping the leaves and rustling, beating through everyone, but none of them used their mana.
The clear and transparent autumn dew rolled down the vestment, turned twice in the murky soil, and gradually converged into a stream, washing the soil down the stone steps, leaving a cold and clear one.
Li Qinghong raised his head, the heavy clouds in the sky dispersed, it was getting late, the stars were flashing, the lake in the distance was turbulent, and several black reefs surfaced, reflecting a little bit of metallic luster.
She took a step forward quietly and carefully pushed the palace door open, the hall was illuminated by starlight and moonlight, the dark steps were distinct, the old man leaned against the pillar and slept with his head down, but he was wearing a white robe, but fortunately, the gray-blue cloak was gently covered by someone on him.
The white bow stood around the table, and the jade cup was neatly placed on the side of the table.
A Wanling flower is soaked in wine.
Her eyes moved slowly on the dark table, and the only bright thing in the entire hall was a two-finger-wide talisman, placed on the corner of the table, with intricate patterns, everything was neat and clean, as if the owner had just left the table.
Li Qinghong did not enter, bowed gently, her voice was slightly muffled, and she said in a low voice:
"Uncle..."