The remnant sun is like blood, and the four realms are drowsy.

Mochizuki Lake is rarely foggy in the evening, extraordinarily thick, gray and misty to see the five fingers clearly, the crows are silent, silent, and the insects fall down whimsily, motionless.

There are few people on the streets of Lijing Town, the ground is full of red painted remnant sun, crawling along the brick joints, even the hawkers on the road are slack, and go home early to rest, the big city of tens of thousands of people is as quiet as empty.

Li Yuanping walked up the mountain quickly, his father and brother were already waiting on the mountain, the clan soldiers in front of the courtyard were all driven away, and the eldest sister Li Qinghong was standing in the courtyard, standing with a gun in her hand, with a complicated expression.

Her expression had a kind of happiness to relieve hatred, but her hands were tightly coiled in front of her chest, looking slightly uneasy, Li Yuanping saw her sister's appearance for the first time, and she couldn't help but have a doubt in her heart.

"Eldest sister!"

Li Yuanping stepped into the door and called a word, Li Qinghong in front of him nodded, didn't say anything, and covered the courtyard door.

"Tick ......"

There was a crisp collision sound in his ears, Li Yuanping slowly stepped across the courtyard, his brother Li Yuanjiao was standing silently in the backyard, and his father Li Xuanxuan was squatting on the threshold, without saying a word, holding a handful of red jade beads in his hand.

The sky was getting more and more gloomy, Li Yuanping had not given birth to spiritual consciousness, and he couldn't even see the scene in the courtyard clearly.

"Brother, this is ......"

While asking, he slowly raised his head, only to find that there was still a person in front of him, his face was smooth as jade, with sharp edges and corners, and his green clothes were draped, like a cold statue.

Li Yuanping's gaze moved slowly, facing the two lines of bloody and tearful faces.

"Tick."

There was a rustling sound on the ground, blood-red beads hit his ankles, and Li Yuanjiao's voice was hoarse, ringing in his ears:

"This is the Buzi real person of the Qingchi Sect, who just fell to my house an hour ago, and searched my family's Qi Dan, and he became like this."

Li Xuanxuan turned his back to the two of them, holding a gourd in his hand, sipping the spiritual wine inside, his face was slightly red, and he picked up Li Yuanjiao's words:

"I've been checking with your brother for a long time, and Bu Zi is afraid that he saw that thing and was scared to death."

'Scared to death... Scared to death...'

His father's words kept echoing in his ears, and Li Yuanping stood in place in a daze, muttering:

"You mean...... Qingchi real people died violently in my house? ”

His pale face slowly rose into fear, and he said eagerly:

"Run! At least send the children out of the family, this ......"

"Nope."

Li Yuanjiao shook his head, his expression was gloomy, obviously he had already thought about it, and said in a low voice:

"The Qingchi Sect still doesn't know about this, and the soul lamp in the sect has not been extinguished, otherwise the Qingchi Monk would have broken through the void and come here, and my house would have been razed to the ground!"

If the Qingchi Sect dies in the Purple Mansion at Mochizuki Lake, what will happen to the matter?

What's more, this Purple Mansion is still the descendant of the Chi family, the actual head of the Qingchi Sect...... Not only is the Qingchi Sect going to blow up, I'm afraid it will alarm the monks above the Purple Mansion.

Even if it is assumed that the Qingchi Sect does not have a golden pill, and most of the Purple Mansion is cunning, they will not come in person, but if they really know that Chi Buzi is dead, there must be more than a figure in the Taixu, I am afraid that there will be a double-digit foundation building monk who will break through the Taixu and send it, and the entire Mochizuki Lake will be turned upside down!

Everyone knew the consequences and fell silent.

"Maybe the real person isn't dead."

Li Qinghong suddenly spoke, several people glanced at each other, retreated together, closed the small door in the backyard, and sat in the front yard.

"Brother."

Li Yuanping had just arrived in the front yard, had quickly calmed down, and said in a deep voice:

"Regardless of whether the real person is dead or what, quickly send out the descendants, disperse in all directions, and keep the fire in the family while the Qingchi Sect has not yet reacted......

"Go to Wu and take a small hill and a small temple, although you will lose everything in your family, you can save your life...... Or go to the East China Sea and seize a small island with the strength of your family, so that the time can ......"

Li Qinghong's voice was clear, and he suddenly interrupted him:

"Once my Li family moves away, I'm afraid that if I don't recruit myself, the Purple Mansion monks will be able to calculate our traces! What's more..."

She looked a little lonely, her voice gradually lowered, and her lips opened and closed:

"The eldest father killed the angry Maha, and it was also in the south of the Yangtze River, on the shore of this Moon Lake, the angry-eyed monks did not dare to come to retaliate, if they left here, those angry-eyed mages would surely come up like wolves... Don't talk about mercy, a mage can destroy my family! ”

Only then did Li Yuanping remember the black cauldron that he didn't know which Zifu threw on his body, and he suddenly suffocated, gritted his teeth and said:

"Then, is it difficult to go to the Yue Sect? The three sects have always been non-interfering with each other, we are under the rule of Qingchi, if we go to Xiuyue, how can we be allowed to wait? ”

Li Qinghong grabbed the gun and shook his head slightly:

"Under the rule of Xiuyue Sect...... Where is there a place that can be inserted, you can only live as a guest, and I and others are practicing qi, but it is not something that one or two immortal mountains can afford. ”

Li Yuanjiao was silent for a long time, and then he used his mana to transmit his voice:

"The rank of the immortal is extremely high, I don't know if the person who holds the sword can be calculated, if not, there is a chance to escape."

The meaning of his words was obvious, that is, he wanted the Li family to flee with a jian, and Li Xuanxuan and the others were silent when they heard it.

"This is Bu Zi is dead, if Bu Zi is not dead, let him suffer such a loss, where can he let me go."

The sound of ticking blood in the backyard made people irritated, and Li Xuanxuan finally twisted his beard and spoke:

"Jiao'er, you take your things with you, you don't have to worry about things at home."

Li Yuanjiao rubbed the long sword on his waist, and was organizing the language, before he could speak, Li Xuan preached:

"I'll wait to deal with the rest of the things, your cultivation is the highest, and the exercises are not conspicuous, take the [Blue Ruler Sword], the world can go there, and find a place to retreat and break through the foundation building ......"

Li Yuanjiao gritted his teeth, thinking about it, the thoughts in his heart turned a thousand times, and the hand holding the long sword became tighter and tighter.

There was silence in the courtyard, so quiet that it made people panic, the night was bright, the white moonlight drifted down, Li Yuanjiao looked up at a few brothers, and his expression suddenly froze on his face.

There has been no movement for a long time, his father Li Xuanxuan pinched his beard and stood in place, his pupils dilated, and Li Yuanping's face was covered with beads of sweat, flowing down his neck.

Li Qinghong stood quietly like a sculpture, the [Du Ruo] in her hand was not visible, quietly held in her hand, her slender hand was white, and a little sweat was dripping from Qiong's nose.

'Why is it so quiet!' ’

"Crunch ......"

Under the snow-white moonlight, the gate of the backyard was slowly pushed open, the pale hand supported the door frame, and the cyan robe hung down, which was amazingly white under the moonlight, as if it was shining brightly.

"Whoa......

There were red jade beads scattered on the ground in the backyard, gently rolling on the stone bricks in the front yard.

"Smack."

It's footsteps.

I wanted to break it here before, for fear of being stabbed by book friends, but fortunately, there was a change.