Baiku County.
The yellow sand was widespread, permeating the city, and rushed to the sky under the strong wind, mixed with the permeating golden poison, making the monks who came and went can't help but squint their eyes.
While the smoke and dust were flying, an old monk in white came in the wind, and he was so rushed that he had to squint, and couldn't help but frown and look down:
"It's strange, I remember that it was near the Immortal Dao, and it was also a Zifu-level force anyway, so if the golden poison was allowed to rage, I didn't know that thousands of people had died... It's really not moral...'
He looked at it with a little unbearable slightness, rode the wind down, and said secretly:
"No wonder, I heard that the two families had a real fire when they confronted the Mochizuki Immortal Clan on the river, and it didn't matter what kind of golden poison it was... Hmm... Li is a famous righteous path, and he will not do such a thing, that is, Duxian Dao deliberately did it, forcing Li to be distracted to save...'
"It's a crime!"
He sighed deeply, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head:
"Let's go down and take a look... Back then, I followed the general to resist Buddhism, and I didn't let the local people suffer such a great sin, but now that the immortal path is prosperous, there is such a disaster...'
The old Taoist priest passed through the clouds and saw scattered corpses, but no one on the street paid attention to them, as if he couldn't see these mortals in his eyes, and only crowded towards the teahouse in the center.
He stopped on the eaves of a house with the light of the Dharma, and actually saw a qi practitioner fighting with a fetal breath.
"Huh?"
He looked at it twice in a daze, this fetal breath actually held a magic sword and cut down the flying spells one by one, although it seemed extremely difficult, but it could resist the smell of flowing clouds and water, not to mention qi training.
"Oh!"
The old Taoist took two steps forward and twisted his beard to watch.
Seeing that the young man had some blood on his face, majestic, standing on the stage, his body was proud like a sharp sword, and the long sword in his hand became more and more fierce, which made people can't help but admire it.
On the other hand, the young man in brocade clothes on the side, his face was ashen, his hands were shaking, he couldn't even pinch the method, his eyes were wide open, faintly red, and he shouted:
"You... You... What kind of demonic method did you use! can actually resist my qi training spell!"
The young man on the opposite side was only at the peak of fetal breath, but his temperament was outstanding, his clothes were broken, but his face was tenacious, and he said proudly:
"Frog at the bottom of the well! Have you not heard that man will surely conquer heaven? I have a strong and brave spirit, a majestic pride, and an ambition to cover the clouds, only these three, even if I am a mere mortal, with supernatural powers in front of me, they can't hurt me in the slightest, let alone your little qi training!"
"You couldn't do anything to me when your fetal breath was at its peak, but now you have become a qi trainer, and you are still a waste!"
"Look at the sword!"
As soon as his words fell, pieces of white qi jumped out of the sword, not only tearing the spell in front of him to pieces, but also crossing the air and slashing at the young man in brocade.
Then he saw a splash of blood, and the young man in brocade fell to the ground with a pale face, rolling all over the ground in pain, and said hatefully:
"Why! I have practiced for ten years, and I have never slacked off for a day... It's just a matter of losing to you once, and it took countless efforts to obtain this kind of aura, and I was lucky enough to break through the qi training within three months, so why should I lose to you for three months of practice!"
The sword-wielding boy walked forward slowly, pointed the long sword straight, and said coldly:
"It's ridiculous, why do you ask me? Why not ask... Those monks who are not as talented as yours... What is the cultivation of ten years inferior to yours? Those monks whose family background is not as good as yours... Why is ten years of practice inferior to you? It's just that people like you who don't eat the fireworks of the world are still seeking fairness in vain... Tomorrow, a beggar picks up a treasure on the street, and with the touch of his fingers, his ten years of practice will be wiped out! Why don't you ask why?"
The young man with the sword continued to move forward, stepped on his face with one foot, and said with a smile:
"If the world divides cultivation based on hard work, the donkey that pulls the mill is the first immortal in the world, I will repay Lingyun, and the practice in June can kill you, you have no other way but to accept it."
"You people, you can't change and always pretend to be invisible, you should complain about spiritual aperture and luck, this is the most unfair thing! How many people have you oppressed with your family background? Now it's your turn to complain about your family background, about chance, and feeling jealous and unwilling..."
This narrow eyes were about to burst, and he groaned:
"I didn't..."
But he was only halfway through speaking, all expressions changed, the eyes of the people around him changed from pity to hatred, he also showed a look of shame, and the young man kicked the prickly chest.
"Click!"
The young man slowly lowered his head and stared at him quietly, the expression on his face suddenly disappeared, but an incomprehensible smile appeared:
"This world does not change according to your will, understand? There is nothing unfair, I stand here, it is the greatest fairness."
This man didn't know what he was talking about, but when he saw him waving his sword, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly begged for mercy, and then he saw that the young man suddenly showed contempt and sneered:
"Wang Jie! You can't fight, so you kneel down and beg for mercy, in order to survive with your life, you have no arrogance, no desire to seek immortality and the Tao, and no ambition to soar into the clouds, only survive like a snake and a rat, wagging your tail and begging for pity! Spare your life, you still don't know how to change, you should kill me!"
This bastard had to howl heart-wrenchingly, but he heard a burst of shouting in mid-air:
"Bold! Don't hurt my son!"
Then I saw a figure appear in the sky, a big palm came across the sky, and the majestic coercion fell from the sky! Everyone exclaimed:
"The Lord of Baiku City is overly empty!"
"Now Lin Feng has suffered!"
Lin Feng was not afraid at all, standing firm, and an old Taoist priest appeared on the other side, gently catching the man's technique, and the bones under his feet were rolled up everywhere, and black blood was splattered.
"Under Bai Yinzi! It's rare to see such a genius, so please stop it!"
This Wang Bakong had a majestic face, but he became distorted by his anger and shouted angrily:
"Where did the loose cultivator come from! How dare you meddle in my affairs!"
Bai Yinzi was originally a fluke to become a foundation, of course his strength was not as good as the other party, but it was rare to see such a jade, he was reluctant to let go, his scalp was numb at the moment, and he quickly picked up the young man on the ground, rode the wind, and shouted:
"Since the noble son is fine, just make up for it! Why should the city lord go to war!"
The young man stood silently behind him, hugged his fists, and thanked him:
"Seniors came to the rescue, Lin Feng thanked me!"
"Hey."
Bai Yinzi shook his head, observing the pursuers behind him, and said:
"Just do it! Choose a place to settle in Jiangbei, you and I will have a good talk!"
He had no memory of solving the matter of the golden poison here, and Wang Bakong in the back was angry and was about to chase, but he saw the young man in brocade clothes on the ground moaning, and he was actually relieved, fainted, so he had to stop, his old eyes were red, and he shouted distressedly:
"This little beast is so vicious!"
With tears in his eyes, he helped up the young man on the ground, gritted his teeth and said:
"Wang He doesn't see me... I was told to wait for months at the foot of the mountain... So much so that this person took advantage of the situation and caused you to suffer such a big disaster..."
He picked up his eldest son with a gloomy expression and said viciously in his heart:
"That's it! That's it! I thought that this place was close to the Duxian sect, and my lineage was also close to Wang He, so I should be close to Duxian... I didn't expect this person to be so heartless!'
Wang Bakong swept around sharply, and the people below suddenly dispersed one after another, and the guards on both sides came up and were slapped twice by the foundation building monk, spitting blood and falling down the stage.
"Waste!"
He called people up in a gloomy voice and whispered:
"Then Wang Quwei... Are you also practicing in Jiangbei now?"
The monk on the side nodded quickly and said in a low voice:
"I heard that you practiced in this area... I don't know why they don't go back to their mountains... I just heard that no matter who goes by, they all disappear behind closed doors..."
"Got it."
Wang Bakong turned around with the person in his arms, Wang Jie in his arms was covered in cold sweat, and suddenly woke up, trembling in his mouth, and was still muttering some words of arrogance and ambition.
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Mochizuki Lake.
It was another early autumn, the trees on the lake were red and yellow, the old man galloped over in front of the wind, fell in front of the main hall, and worshipped without crossing the threshold, and saw the two of them standing in the hall from a distance.
The person at the top was dressed in a silk robe, holding a pen uncertainly, with a look of thought, while the man on the side was dressed in palace clothes, very dignified, holding a cyan bead in his hand.
Seeing Qu Buzhi coming to worship, the man at the top first raised his eyebrows, and then said to Li Minggong:
"Auntie's words also make sense, since Zhuang Pingye is going back to the desert, it is appropriate to give him a warning, so let him bring a word to Zhuang Cheng... Let them not go to Jiangbei."
He muttered:
"Let's just say that my family is fighting with Duxian Dao, involving the Purple Mansion, it is very dangerous, so let the Zhuang family not come eastward, so as not to have any accidents... Zhuang Cheng is also a famous figure in the desert, so he won't listen to advice... As for how much effect it has..."
Li Jiangqian sighed slightly and replied:
"Then it depends on the meaning of the above, if there are already people involved, you can't hide it."
Li Minggong nodded slightly, and Li Jiang said casually:
"Report up."
Qu Bushi then entered the hall to worship and said respectfully:
"My lord, Wang Jie has been defeated for the second time... It is said that he almost lost his life this time, but his father rushed back in time to save him. Master Hayashi was rescued... It was done by an old Taoist priest who built the foundation."
Qu Bushi is not stupid, he has been involved in the affairs of the north, and he has been in contact with Duxian Dao, although he doesn't know the truth now, but he has already guessed that Lin Feng's identity must be extraordinary, this sentence Lord Lin spoke, Li Jiangqian paused slightly, not only did not correct him, but also did not ask about the identity of this foundation building monk, but said seriously:
"Did you follow my instructions?"
"My subordinates are ordered! It's all collected from the chatter in the tavern, which is strange to say... Maybe this matter is already interesting, and the speed of spread is amazing... It seems that everyone likes to say the last sentence..."
Li Jiangqian nodded silently, and Qu Buzhi continued:
"The other side... The news has been told to Lord Gong, he is very grateful, and instructed the villain... He said that he got the news from him, and the black rat protector had found out the whole story of the mineral vein, and suspected Lord Lin, so he went to Baiku County in person, and he should have gone to see Wang Bakong."
Li Jiangqian waved his hand, let the other party go down, looked at Li Minggong, and said softly:
"Chen Yuan has always been in charge of the affairs of the north bank, it is said that Fei Qingya's cultivation speed is very amazing, when he came, he was only on the fifth floor, and now he has broken through the sixth layer of fetal breath, which is better than most of my family's direct lineage."
"Tinglan Zhenren didn't tell her what kind of aura to give her... Qiu Hu Zhenren also didn't have any instructions... She can only be allowed to consolidate her cultivation first... I'm afraid we have to make our own decisions about this."
Li Minggong thought for a moment and replied:
"What you think..."
Li Jiangqian smiled slightly and said:
"[Qingqi in the river]."
The Li family's "Jianghe Daling Sutra" has not yet been unblocked, how can they miss this great opportunity? As long as Fei Qingya takes [Jiangzhong Qingqi], follow-up exercises will always be needed for future cultivation, as long as he leaves the customs within three years and mentions it a little, Lin Feng is likely to solve this problem for this woman!
What the Purple Mansion can't do, it may not be possible to replace it with a true monarch!
Li Minggong's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, Li Jiangqian leaned back and said with a smile:
"Protector Chen took great care of her, for fear that she would not have good practice of exercises, not only did he send a copy of [Jiangzhong Qingqi], but he also found a very good supporting exercise..."
"He said... The two have similar skills, so it is better to point them out."
Li Minggong looked at his appearance, smiled helplessly and shook his head, and replied:
"Who made our Protector Chen a warm-hearted person?"
Li Jiangqian smiled and said:
"But Protector Chen also sighed again and again, the exercises inherited in the clan were locked by the secret technique, and the method of opening was lost, and I don't know what kind of genius can unlock it, which is very regrettable!"
The two settled the matter, and Li Jiangqian put pen to paper and said:
"It's the Chen family who gave birth to a good doll, and now they are adults, they are quite talented, they have practiced qi, and they came to the clan to report their convincing, it is his second son, named Chen Xi, and there is a nephew named Chen Zhenbao, they are all very good, according to the old man, they are no worse than An Xuanxin's brothers."
When Li Minggong heard such an evaluation for the first time, he raised his head in slight surprise and nodded:
"The Chen family is very low-key... I only know that there are so many people, but I don't know that they can compare with the two brothers of the An family... What a talent!"
Li Jiangqian nodded silently, rubbed the jade cup, and replied:
"Jiang Liang has also practiced qi, and he just happened to have a subordinate, the Chen clan members are all famous capable officials, and it is rare to see anything useless, which is also appropriate."
Li Minggong smiled and nodded, and some happiness surged in his heart:
"Fortunately, Zhou Wei came out, and there are many heirs, if he is missing, only Xinghan, Zhou Fang, at most plus Jiang Zong and Zhou Da, I am afraid that they will not be able to suppress so many geniuses..."
Li Jiangqian didn't know what he was thinking, so he just said casually:
"That Fei Qingyi is quite obedient, but now he doesn't dare to go back to the north coast, concentrating on doing things on the island every day, as if he wants to make up for his mistakes.
Li Minggong sighed and replied:
"Can you not be positive, all the Fei family members are looking forward to it, for fear that you will not be satisfied here."
Li Jiangqian sneered and replied:
"This matter is not about me, the Fei family has luck, Fei Qingyi, Fei Qingyi, Fei Qingya, these three people, whether they are good or bad, at least they have continued this breath!"