More than 20 days later, the dusty Li Changfeng returned to the sect with a tired look. Su Yichuan and the others asked, but they just smiled and kept silent, and went straight back to the house.

Li Changfeng shook his sleeves and sat cross-legged on the bed, about to close his eyes and take a nap, the tip of his nose moved, and his eyes swept away.

It is the spring and summer shift, the spring outside the window leaks in, and there is a small jar on the desk opposite, which is very small, so small that it is only the size of a palm, and there is a porcelain bowl next to it.

The translucent liquid shimmers beautifully in the morning light through the window.

Li Changfeng picked it up lightly, stared at it for a moment, and smiled faintly.

"This stinky boy knows to leave me an altar."

Su Yichuan buried several jars of wine on the mountain, so naturally he couldn't hide it from Li Changfeng.

Goo-dong.

It tastes great and is very comforting.

Li Changfeng carried the small jar, leaned against the window with his legs bent, and let the spring breeze gently ruffle his sideburns, his eyes warm.

No one knew what a shocking thing this little-known master of the Little Sword Sect had done when he left the sect for the first time in many years.

So much so that later, Zhuge Qiyu recorded in his book "Quartet Martial Scroll": In the spring of the thirty-second year of Yuanxiang, Li Changfeng of the Sword Sect went to the meeting of the five sects and deduced the heavenly machine together with Yang Liudan, the lord of Taiyi Pavilion.

The western prosperity is infected with evil, and the nameless Taoist raises evil dragons under the thousands of veins, infecting the rivers and lakes of the west.

The evil dragon is dormant to recuperate.

Li Changfeng held the sword alone.

Slay the dragon.

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In the spring of the thirty-second year of Yuanxiang.

Twenty-three days ago.

Luomei Jianlin, Taiyi Pavilion, Merit Academy, Lingqi Sect, the four major sect masters gathered in one place. There is a clear lake between the valleys, the lake is like a mirror, and it is very wide.

There is a lake pavilion, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, standing quietly, graceful posture and shadow leaning against the red pillar, leaning on the railing to listen to the wind.

"Since everyone has come to Tingfengya, why don't you go to this Lake Pavilion to talk about it?" There is a beautiful cinnabar between Song Muyu's two willow eyebrows, shining brightly. The hosta pulls the cloud bun, the sideburns are closed, and the lazy color seems to be innate.

Song Muyuhao raised her wrist lightly, and a stream of water gradually split out in the lake, like a line of green snakes slowly circling around her wrists.

There was no response around, and the reflection of the willow banks of the maple forest was shattered into waves by the wind-wrinkled surface of the lake, and only the gentle wind could be heard in the valley.

There was silence for a long time.

With a laugh, a white rainbow swept to the pavilion in the center of the lake and suddenly stopped beside Song Muyu.

"Mr. Three." The comer gives up.

Song Muyu smiled and returned the salute.

"Sect Master Yang, it's been a long time."

She leaned a few feet away, looked behind Yang Liudan, and let out a startled sound from her mouth.

"Sect Master Yang, where is your little apprentice? Didn't you always take him to the game in the past? ”

Yang Liudan's expression and tone all had the meaning of hating iron and not steel: "On this trip, I took this kid to travel all over Jianzhou, and finally led him to see the duel between Mr. Seven and Qi Lan. I thought it should be contentment, but I never thought that this kid would have to make inches, and he didn't want to return to the sect. ”

"Before I came to the appointment, I had thrown him in the Taiyi Pavilion."

Song Muyu said with a light smile: "This son has great wisdom roots, but it's a pity that he is playful and difficult to gather spirits." ”

Yang Liudan obviously has a headache about this issue as well.

But then he smiled and stroked the pavilion bar with his palm, "One day, he will calm down." ”

Song Muyu smiled, noncommittal.

"What about the rest? Sect Master Yang has all gathered with faces, don't you plan to meet? ”

It didn't take long to get a response, but I only heard his voice, but I didn't see anyone.

"Mr. Three just take care of the matter, if you can use the old body, if you can use the place of Luomei Jianlin, just open your mouth. But there's no need to meet, and the old man really doesn't want to see the ugly faces of some people. ”

As soon as the words fell, someone couldn't sit still.

"Old Lady Zhu! You think I want to see you? A little back then, after so long, I still hold on to it. Even a twenty-year-old girl is not as scheming and entangled as you, you ......"

"Humph!"

The voice was still chattering at that end, the old woman was furious, and with a cold snort, the willow branches of the maple forest around her shook violently, and the clear lake in the valley was also surging, and the sound was terrifying.

The man closed his mouth in amusement, and stopped moving.

Song Muyu couldn't help laughing, the two sect masters of Luomei Jianlin and Lingqi Sect were highly respected in the past, but they had been arguing for decades behind the scenes, but they were not too tired.

"Mr. Three, let's get down to business first, although Liu is a scholar, he still has a little bit of kung fu in his hands." The old man's voice couldn't tell where it came from, it was the old sect master Liu of the Meritorious Academy who was playing a round.

"Liu Lao is too modest." Song Muyu replied.

"What do you think about the matter of the three corpse demons?"

After waiting for a few breaths, the first to speak was Zhu Suqiong, the sect leader of Luomei Jianlin, "We have all sent our disciples out to clean up the monsters, for now, what has appeared is just some three corpse demons in the Grandmaster Realm, there is nothing to be afraid of, could it be that there is something else?" ”

The tone of the old sect master Liu of the Meritorious Academy was not relaxed: "After a few dynasties, my generation of monks will still suffer from the scourge of three corpses and nine insects, I am afraid that there is another secret behind it." ”

"There are movements all over the five states, but these people are not ghosts or ghosts, and they are inexhaustible, like a hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen." The voice that had previously confronted Zhu Suqiong sounded again.

Song Muyu said: "Listening to Fengya, there are not enough people, but it is also up to Qing Jue and Ji Bai to gather people with lofty ideals in Fengchi Prefecture to fight demons together. Then she looked at Yang Liudan again.

"With the methods of your Taiyi Pavilion, you can't find any clues?"

Yang Liudan sighed: "The matter of divination and deduction is already mysterious and unpredictable, let alone such a big thing involved. But one thing, I dare to conclude. ”

Yang Liudan said slowly: "The matter of the three corpse demons is man-made. ”

Song Muyu's expression was solemn, his slender index finger lightly rubbed the cinnabar grains like red dates between his eyebrows, and his tone was heavy: "In fact, the grievances between Lao Qi and Qi Lan can be said to be basically born because of this. ”

The birds were silent, obviously the sect masters did not expect that the relationship between Chen Qingjue and Qi Lan would also involve these monsters. It's just that the grudge between Chen Qingjue and the two has been for several years, how can it be related to the monsters that have appeared recently?

Song Muyu seemed to understand what everyone was thinking.

"Do you remember Li Changfeng?"

"Li Changfeng?" Zhu Suqiong exclaimed, and her voice fluctuated a lot.

"Naturally, I remember, everyone present has some friendship with Brother Changfeng." Yang Liudan said with emotion: "His cultivation is even higher than a few of us, if he starts a sect, I am afraid that the five major sects of Xijing will have to change their faces." Changfeng insisted on hiding in the mountains and wilderness in the past, and he hung a plaque of the Little Sword Sect, but he did not recruit disciples, leaving only one sentence and fading out of the field of vision of the Xijing Jianghu, which is a pity. ”

"Why does the Sword Sect need a hundred years of prosperity?" Yang Liudan muttered inexplicably, shook his head, and was completely confused to guess Li Changfeng's thoughts.

"The monsters you see now are all the result of the people in the rivers and lakes being infected by evil qi, and Li Changfeng was hidden in the mountains and forests at the beginning, partly because of his so-called Sword Sect, and partly because he was also affected by evil qi at that time!"

"What!"

Even Yang Liudan, who was good friends with Li Changfeng, had never heard of this.

Song Muyu was meaningful: "I don't need to say it, you should also understand what it means." Now the cultivation of the monsters that appear is not in the realm of freedom, but in the future, Xiao Bodhi and even the realm monks who ask Taixuan may be involved! Once this situation occurs, the huge westside rivers and lakes will inevitably be bloody. ”

"Then Brother Changfeng will be in a big problem after that?" Yang Liudan asked with a frown.

Song Muyu chuckled: "Fortunately, due to fate, Li Changfeng went to Tianqian while he was still sober. On the Zhenwu Mountain in Tianqian, he was taught by Wang Shuyang to learn the Taoist secret book "Sleeping Immortal Gong", so as to calm his mind and suppress evil spirits. ”

"You remember it quite well."

Suddenly, a hearty laugh resounded over the surface of Tingfengya Lake, stirring up with a majestic true qi, except for Song Muyu, the rest of the people were stunned.

Hearing this familiar voice, Yang Liudan Huo Ran got up and looked around in disbelief for someone's figure.

Suddenly feeling a gentle tap on the shoulder, Yang Liudan was shocked and slowly turned his head. Mai cloth shoes, smiling at the corners of his eyes, and a familiar face are more vicissitudes than the high-spirited back then, but he still looks light.

"Changfeng, you ......" goodbye to the old man, Yang Liudan was speechless for a while.

Song Muyu smiled but did not speak.

The other three sect masters didn't say a word, but from some interesting little movements in the surrounding world, it could be seen that there were also a lot of fluctuations in their hearts.

The amazing talents of the past are going to re-enter the rivers and lakes in this eventful autumn!?

"Liudan, long time no see." Li Changfeng leaned back against the red pillar of the Huxin Pavilion, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he nodded slightly to say hello to Song Muyu opposite.

"What are you doing here?" Song Muyu looked at Li Changfeng with interest, after all, he went to someone else's sect, and the latter still gave a letter in advance, but when it came to the purpose, Song Muyu didn't know.

"I'll talk about it later." Li Changfeng's words were said to Yang Liudan on the side, and then he said: "I came here for only one purpose. ”

Li Changfeng clasped his hands into fists, took a step forward and said loudly: "I want to ask you to help me...... Slay the dragon! ”

"Slaying dragons? Why. ”

Li Changfeng's eyes were gloomy, and he began to talk about a little-known secret thing in the west at the beginning.

In the west more than ten years ago, some people raised evil dragons in the dragon veins of Shudi, wanting to take them as their own life, eat away at the luck of the rivers and lakes and feed themselves. Half of the cultivators were cut off by Li Changfeng's sword at that time, but the people behind the scenes did not appear, and the evil ones only fled with serious injuries. On the contrary, Li Changfeng was infected by evil things, but fortunately, Zhenwu Wang Shuyang taught him some skills, and he cultivated the pure heart realm on Zhenwu Mountain for half a year before he got out of danger.

"A momentary negligence in the past, Li Changfeng not only buried a disaster for himself, but also let go of a great disaster for Xijingjianghu. This time, Changfeng must be completely finished! ”

"It's actually a matter of luck in the west, and I don't know who dares to use such a vicious method under our noses." Song Muyu's expression was grim, and he said coldly.

Xijing is already lacking a lot in the matter of dragon vein luck, how can he tolerate others to covet it? The matter of the dragon vein of luck is the foundation of heaven and earth, and it is related to the stable future of the entire west.

"It's so daring...... Zhu Suqiong's tone obviously had irrepressible anger, "Brother Li, you just say it bluntly, how do you need a few of us to help?" ”

"Five hundred years can turn into a dragon, the big snake into the river, go into the sea, when I first saw the evil dragon, it has been a climate for four hundred years, plus the number of days of luck that it devours, even if I try my best to cut off half of the cultivation, I have escaped the river for so many years, I am afraid that it has turned into a dragon."

"I need Liudan to help find the dragon's hiding place, if I can successfully cut off the dragon's head, the luck scattered after his death still needs to be gathered and scattered into the rivers and lakes. If the beast wants to escape, it will be difficult for you to pass this level. Li Changfeng said solemnly.

"Good!"

Only five responses were made, but it was a grand atmosphere that had never been seen in the entire Xijing River and Lake in the past hundred years, and the five major sects of Xijing moved at the same time.