In the mansion of the city lord of Tieguan City, Zhang Mochun was putting down a piece of letter paper and writing "Everything is fine at home, don't read it." Although it is such a concise message every month, it always makes him feel a lot more at ease.

His sideburns were white, but he was never short of ambition, but it seemed that his good father-in-law did not take a good look at him, and left him in this small Tieguan City and never ignored him again.

There is no hope of promotion, it is difficult to cultivate, and his ambition has turned into vanity, he can only aim his eyes at Xizhou, believing that he is more or less useful to the enemies of Xizhou, and sure enough, the calligrapher took a fancy to him.

But this kind of collusion with foreign enemies is definitely an unforgivable sin, which makes him feel uneasy, and he is even more worried about his mother and brothers, sisters and nephews of the same clan, so he has this concise family letter once a month.

Fortunately, more than ten years have passed, and the situation is still smooth, the family not only thrives with their own support, but their cultivation finally broke through to the realm of leaving the dust last autumn, although it is only the early stage, but it means that they will have more time and opportunities to complete their dreams.

"Report!"

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth clothes walked quickly to the front of the hall, he gasped and knelt down, and said, "Returning to the city lord, the Zhang family in Crockpot Town was tragically destroyed. ”

Zhang Mochun's thoughts were pulled back to reality, the smile on his face froze, he looked at the letter paper beside him, and then at the guard in front of him, and forgot about his anger for a while.

He struggled and said, "Are you sure?"

"It's true!"

The man looked at the piece of letter next to the desk, understood, and said, "Not long after the mistress sent this letter." ”

Zhang Mochun slumped on the carpet, coming, he should have come or come, but he had moved the Zhang family to such a remote place, how could anyone still find it and kill it all? Could this be done by the calligrapher?

He said calmly, "Who did it?"

There was no expression on his face, and his voice was equally indifferent and empty, but those who knew his temper should know that he was the most terrible at this time.

It's just that the guards who have secretly protected the Zhang family all year round have long been unaware of such a change, maybe they have long been aware of it but pretended not to see it, and he still reported in a steady tone: "Liu Xi, the mayor of Crockpot Town, and the owner of a tavern. ”

Zhang Mochun said lightly: "Who guaranteed it back then, saying that Crockpot Town didn't even have a clear realm?"

"It's me. The man replied word for word.

Zhang Mochun said coldly: "So, you made me break my roots?"

"Yes. ”

The man closed his eyes, as if waiting to die.

Zhang Mochun smiled: "It seems that you are not afraid of death?"

"My life was originally given by the city lord, if there was no city lord, my family would have starved to death, such a thing happened, I never thought of living again, I just want to inform the city lord as soon as possible, let the city lord remember some old feelings, spare my only son. ”

The man looked at Zhang Mochun, his eyes were already bloodshot, and it seemed that he didn't want his child to be without a father.

Zhang Mochun smiled: "It seems that you really don't understand me. As he spoke, he slit the man's throat with a knife, and then continued: "I am a practical person, and I will never do an investment without a return, so I have to send your family together." ”

The man's face struggled to say something more, but he was so excited that the blood flowed faster, and before he could say a word, he was already dead.

"So, I'm also an investment?"

At this time, a middle-aged woman with a slightly rich figure walked into the main hall, and she did not bring the maid in because she did not want outsiders to know the answer.

"In fact, when your old immortal father sent me to this iron gate city where birds don't, you were no longer an investment. ”

Zhang Mochun smiled cruelly, and his words were even more stinging.

Yes, she had no value at that time, but she couldn't die, so she could live until now.

The woman closed her eyes painfully, she had been with her for many years, and she didn't know whether her husband was sincere or false to herself, but when she heard him admit it himself, she couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in her heart.

He gave up everything for him, but he was stingy with even a little lie.

"Count the three hundred elites, follow me out of the city!"

Ignoring the woman anymore, Zhang Mochun shouted outside the hall, and then threw off his sleeves and left.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, a woman who looked like a maid walked into the main hall quickly, and when she saw the city lord's wife, who was not in her soul, she couldn't help but ask worriedly: "The city lord wants to go out of the city, and he orders the elite to accompany him, isn't the lady worried?"

The woman laughed miserably and said, "Worried?

The maid was frightened and said, "Madam, what did you say, the slave and maid really don't know?"

The woman's eyes were indifferent, and she said, "Little Lu'er, you were the girl I brought out of the General's Mansion at the beginning, but over the years, have you thought about what you have really done? Are you worthy of your conscience?"

Xiao Lu'er knelt down in front of the woman with a "poof", kept kowtowing, and said, "The slave is guilty, the slave is guilty, please let the lady let me go." ”

The woman looked at the maid coldly for a while, then raised her hand gracefully and said, "If you are tired, help me go back to rest." ”

As if she had been pardoned, Xiao Lu'er hurriedly got up and helped the woman up, and left the hall, from beginning to end, they didn't seem to see a corpse in the hall, just because of the life and death of others, naturally it would not be as important as their own life and death.

The woman can't leave, just because Zhang Mochun doesn't die for a day, she won't have a chance to leave, it's ridiculous, she had to follow him when she died and lived, but now she has to do her best to leave him.

She didn't have the sound jade, just because she shouldn't have it, and what was even worse was that even Xiao Lu'er, who was closest to her at the beginning, had already become his person, so now all she could do was wait, wait until he died, or wait for her to reach the realm of leaving the earth, and find him desperately

Li Xian sat cross-legged on the ground, his face was red at this time, and he couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.

The one hundred and eleventh meridian was penetrated, the one hundred and twelfth, the one hundred and thirteenth until the one hundred and twenty-first, he was exhausted again, and the last meridian seemed to be particularly badly congested, and it was difficult for his current body strength to squeeze it, this was the tenth time he had tried in the past two days, but it was still unsuccessful.

He was not discouraged, but faintly excited, because just now, he had almost reached the end of the one hundred and twenty-first meridian, and the hope of success was already in front of him.

He got up and drew a basin of cold water, wiped his face with a towel, and then drank a small half jar of wine, and then he sat down again and continued to try.

He told Qu Zi that he was not optimistic about the so-called qualifications, just because according to the standards of the current Tiangang Realm, he was also a terrible guy with low cultivation qualifications, but there was no doubt that there were really few people in this world who could practice faster than him.

Therefore, he believes that cultivation depends on perseverance and chance, and that what people think of as qualification standards is just a misunderstanding caused by extreme performance, and no one knows what kind of physique is really the best physique suitable for cultivation, and now the so-called qualification is just a kind of performance characteristic that is conducive to cultivation in a specific environment.

Such characteristics can be changed, just as the ancient practice was very different from the present, so how can we be sure that the next best cultivation qualification is not your own physique?

As long as you firmly believe in it, it will be realized, and as long as you persist, you can succeed, this is Li Xian's idea, so he didn't give up when he was in the Martial God Tower, and he won't give up now.

** The power came to the one hundred and twenty-first meridian again, squeezing, advancing, squeezing, and moving forward, he didn't pay attention to time, and he didn't care about anything in the outside world, what he wanted to see now was to break through this difficulty, this difficulty that had hindered him for five years.

Click, a soft sound, as if it was an illusion, but so real.

A long-lost green light appeared, like the light of hope, illuminating the long-dark sky, and like a sweet spring, moistening the long-dried earth, it was like the first life in the world, like the origin of all power, and more like a fire fold that ignited power.

Boom, the body is like an embankment that opens the gates, the green light appears more and more ordinary, and soon the light is formed, and the exercises that have not been run for many years are still so familiar with the road, as if it is a sophisticated instrument, silent for many years, but it is still accurate.

The cotton that had caused blockages in the meridians turned into snowflakes, and under Li Xian's efforts, they began to melt until finally, he could no longer see a trace of his mind.

His cultivation was also frantically improved at this time, and the consummation of the Clear Void Realm was naturally achieved, but there was still no intention of stopping, the core of the Yuan Force changed from a slow rotation to a crazy choice, and even a lot of pure Yuan Force overflowed and was absorbed by the body, and the ** power seemed to be growing in the process.

This process lasted for a long time, but after the blockage of the cotton in the meridians disappeared, it finally stopped, and the Yuan Force Core suddenly exploded at this time.

The entire blacksmith shop was razed to the ground because of this, Li Xian sat in the void, without joy or sorrow, he could feel that the aura of the outside world was still running towards his body frantically, he could feel the grass and trees within a radius of a hundred miles, and he could also feel the sense of detachment in the underworld.

His Yuan Force Core exploded and turned into a sea of stars, but his mind power newly gathered the mind power core, and the meridians of his whole body became more extensive, his acupuncture points changed from a pond to a big lake, and he felt that he could destroy more than a dozen of himself with a single hand, this sense of power was so real and clear.

Leaving the dust realm is the standard for becoming a real powerhouse, and he has not had time to be on the Qingyun list, he has already reached the level of the free list, but he may not be able to wait for the free list to be announced again, he will move forward again.

The update of Mr. Shenji's list is fast for anyone in the world, but for Li Xian, it is too slow, so slow that there is no chance to keep his name