looked at Violet Maha, who looked sluggish and looked like a world away, and suddenly had an inference in his heart, and said secretly:

"It seems that the immortal let the horse go, if not, how could the master get out so easily? Most of these immortals don't want people to know that they have settled in Mochizuki Lake, so they have consumed their memories, if I don't know what to do, and if I go to say more, I'm afraid that the lives of the master and apprentice will not be guaranteed."

So he looked at Violet Maha with a puzzled expression, pointed to the dilapidated golden temple, and said respectfully:

"The apprentice was injured in the magic weapon, so he came back and asked the master to see if there was any way to repair this magic weapon."

The golden temple under the steps was already crumbling after repeated tossing, and Violet Maha glanced at it and scolded:

"I'm not a master of refining, show me what's the use, go back and look south!"

Nodding again and again, putting away the magic weapon, and retreating as if fleeing, Sumire Maha continued to sip her milk, squinted her eyes, and after a few breaths, she only felt that something was wrong:

"What is this kid deceiving......

Sumire Maha, who couldn't remember what happened before, seemed to be dozing off, but he was already a Maha, how could he still doze off? At the moment, the movement in his mouth stopped, and he felt terrified of it.

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Leaning on the mountain city.

Li Xuanfeng leaned on the head of the city, silently wiping the golden bow in his hand, the gray clothes on his body were sprinkled with the blood of all kinds of monsters, tattered, and smelly, he didn't feel anything wrong, and stared at the north intently.

"Brother Xuanfeng......

Everyone on the side looked at him sideways, and a handsome middle-aged man walked out, who should have been dressed in white, but he was stained with a little blood and looked embarrassed, arched his hand towards Li Xuanfeng, and said respectfully:

"Thanks to you!"

Li Xuanfeng is now a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi cultivation, and his strength is obvious to all among the family cultivators, and everyone is in awe and fear of this taciturn man, as soon as Fei Yihe said this, everyone echoed it.

"yes, yes...... What a divine bow, what a divine power!"

"Nine in and nine out of the herd, only Brother Xuanfeng can do it!"

Li Xuanfeng nodded silently, the past five years have made his expression more and more vicissitudes, his beard is unshaven, his eye sockets are deep, and he looks like a decadent Tang Dynasty, he didn't pay attention to the people who were full of flattery, he only stared at the north, until everyone looked at each other, and slowly dispersed, even Fei Yihe said goodbye and left the city, he moved his lips and looked at the wound on his hand.

"One hundred and twenty scars in five years, none of which are fatal."

Since the fall of Lixia County, the mother and son of the Jiang fisherwoman died, Li Xuanfeng woke up from the night inexplicably for countless nights and asked himself:

"Why haven't you seen each other for five years?"

In those five years, he was in retreat to write the bow method, and it was by no means a dead end, and the qi cultivators could not eat, but they wanted to drink water.

The ghost of remorse and self-blame lingered, haunting him for ten years, waking him up from time to time, his heart was full of pain, he closed his eyes and sighed, hating himself, how could he forget such a thing.

It wasn't until Xiao Chuting fished out Yu Yufeng with the magic power of "Xishang Weng" and ambushed him on the mushroom forest plain that Li Xuanfeng was shocked, and he had suspicion in his heart, so he only hid it in his heart and didn't dare to say it. ….

"If there is something that the Purple Mansion covets, it will mislead me with supernatural powers..."

He picked up the cloth, kept rubbing the golden bow, his expression became more and more gloomy, silently staring at the moon rising into the sky, and said secretly:

"If that's the case, then the Purple Mansion will definitely have its eyes on me, the family law is too important, and there will be less risk when I get to this mountain city."

When he heard that he was recruited to Yishan City, he was happy to go past, on the one hand, he longed for such a life of wandering on the tip of the knife, and on the other hand, he also thought about the possible existence of the Zifu to take his eyes away from Lijing Mountain, and now he has arrived in Yishan City, after five years of big and small battles, everyone has been more or less injured, and the foundation has been injured, and he Li Xuanfeng has not been seriously injured once, which makes his heart more and more gloomy.

"Brother Xuanfeng!"

Li Xuanfeng only heard a clear voice, and when he looked back, it was Fei Yihe who went and returned, changing his clothes into a moon-white robe, and holding a pot in one hand

Lingjiu, smiling, approached, and said:

"Brother Xuanfeng admires the moon alone, don't dislike me for mixing."

Fei Yihe is the son of Fei Wangbai, who was the next generation of the Fei family, and was lit by Chi Yan to come to southern Xinjiang, and the two families are on a blind date.

Fei Yihe took out a eucalyptus platform from the storage bag, put it at the head of the city, and sat down cross-legged, and a white light immediately rose from the eucalyptus platform, faintly blocking the sound of the wind in all directions, isolating the inside and outside.

"Harm."

Fei Yihe sighed in a low voice, with the formation isolation, this gave him a miserable color, poured a full wine, drank a glass of himself, and replied:

"Five years are fleeting, and Tongyu Tongxiao should also marry a wife, I don't know what happened on the lake."

The city of Yishan was not allowed to communicate with the outside of the city, and the two could only get some news from the people who came in from behind, and cut off contact with the clan.

"Good wine!"

Li Xuanfeng only took a cup and poured it down several times in one go, then he exhaled from between his teeth and said in a low voice:

"Yu Yufeng is dead, and with the foundation of you and me, Yu Mugao can't make any big moves."

Fei Yihe nodded silently, the two of them were silent, only pushing the cup and changing the lamp, until the moon fell, and the sky and the earth were bright, Fei Yihe said in a muffled voice:

"I thought I was born to lead my people and grow my family... Since he was a child, Yihe has read history, practiced, examined people's feelings, learned right and wrong, and made friends with various branches.

Li Xuanfeng took a drink, took a step forward, and looked down from the city, the ground was full of monster corpses, and occasionally the remains of monks could be seen, and the most common was the corpses of mortal soldiers who were used as cannon fodder.

Everything in front of him was too familiar, and Li Xuanfeng couldn't help but think about it.

"Forty years ago, or thirty years ago?"

At that time, Li Xiangping was chased and killed by Sanxiu and fled north, Li Xuanxuan ran his family for the first time, he was still a doll who had just received the Xuanzhu rune, bypassed the people in the clan, stumbled into the Wanjia, and the Wanjia was slaughtered by Ji Dengqi, and the corpses were all over the field, and there was a bloody stain.

He was frightened in his heart, but fortunately he found the returning Li Tongya, and he was indignant, and secretly swore an oath:

"This boring golden gate and Lao Zi boring golden gate young master are really not the same thing, when the young master grows up, he will definitely kill this boring golden gate, shoot off the young master's head and kick it as a ball!"

The immature child's voice, the words were still in his ears, made Li Xuanfeng ashamed, his hands clenched the golden bow, pinched his palms red, and muttered:

"Feng's young and frivolous ambition, the strings can't let go, the knees refuse to bend, the words break the fairy mountain, the bow shoots the gold master, a flash of forty years like flowing water, Huang Liang a dream, his wife is dead, he is a chess piece, mediocre, detained between a city, for the Qingchi dog and horse, for the Xianzong sword soldier, go out in the middle of the night to cover his cry, he still dare not raise his voice, only afraid that others will be suspicious......

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His sharp eyebrows and eyes frowned, the raised eyebrows became gentle, the eye sockets were deep, and a little teardrop drooped down, flowing down his face, Li Xuanfeng had a kind of arrogant arrogance since he was a child, which was consumed for forty years, turned into a long sigh, which flowed from his nose and between his lips and teeth, and disappeared without a trace.

Li Xuanfeng coughed, spurting out a little bit of blood, Fei Yihe hurriedly got up to help, but saw that he looked tired, and his expression was looking forward to Gu Jian actually having a little bit of the taste of his brother Li Xuanxuan.

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