"I know."

Li Yuanjiao waved his hand, first picked up the storage bag seized by the Demon Cultivator who killed the fetus on the road, counted the contents one or two, and said:

"There is also a mid-stage [Blue Blade] in the treasure house of the clan, which can be taken out and sold for emergency purposes first, as for the [Six Stone Cloud Disk] in the same mid-stage... It's a rare magic shield produced by Qingchi, and it's still kept. ”

He weighed it twice, put away the storage bag in his hand, and interjected:

"After all, it's a fetal breath monk, this storage bag is not as big as a table, and there are only ten spirit stones in bits and pieces."

That being said, this demon cultivator is already much richer than ordinary fetal cultivators, Li Yuanjiao put away his things, and Li Qinghong on the side said loudly:

"Zhongmai is bitter, I still have nine spirit stones on my body, my brother will take them and use them."

couldn't help but say and stuffed a few spirit stones into his hand, Li Yuanjiao took it silently, thanked him, and replied:

"Brother owes you."

After all, Li Xizhi is his son-in-law, and it is already the limit to take out the magic weapons in the clan and sell them, and if you change it to other families, there must already be opposition voices from the public for personal gain, and it is definitely not a sentence that can be taken out and sold.

Li Qinghong only shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile:

"Brother at will."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Li Yuanjiao packed up his things, took a few fetal breath magic instruments placed in the warehouse, took out the map and took a look, and prepared to find a market.

"Guanyun Fengfang City is shattered, and the footsteps to Fang City are much farther."

Li Yuanjiao looked at the map for a while, and originally planned to go to the Yuan family's big stack shop, calculating the footsteps, but the valley and tobacco workshop in the desert in the west was closer.

"Then I'll take a trip to Gu Yanfang! Now that communication is cut off from time to time, I can still see Uncle Donghe. ”

……

Li Yuanjiao on the mountain packed up his things and left, the snow under the mountain became heavier and heavier, fluttering like goose feathers, the town was full of white, Li Xijun sent Li Ximing away with a group of elders, and went back to the mountain by himself

Walking in the snow with his hands in his hands, his clothes were light and eye-catching, setting off his more and more dust.

He is not like his brother Li Xiyuan, there are many things in the clan to trouble, and he only received a leisure errand in the main courtyard of the clan, and he retreats and practices on weekdays, and occasionally goes down the mountain to punish demons.

After only walking for more than ten miles, Yuting Mountain has appeared in front of you, the mountain is towering, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow and green pines.

"The jade court pine is snowing, but it is demonic."

Li Xijun has practiced in Yuting Mountain for many years, there are more and more pine trees on the mountain, Yuting Mountain is towering, penetrating into the clouds, there is snow every year, Li Qinghong, who guards the town, holds thunder and punishes demons, so there are many poems and texts in the four towns under Yuting Mountain, he has skimmed it and knows a few of them.

Holding the sword and walking a few steps, there were two people standing at the foot of the mountain, and when they saw him, they bowed respectfully, and said softly:

"I've seen Childe."

These two people are the brothers of the An family, An Siming and An Siwei, who are a few years older than Li Xijun, and were sent by Li Yuanping to Yuting Peak to practice.

An Siming wore a sword, An Siwei carried a gun, all wearing gold rings, Li Xijun said a few words, and opened the big array with the secret seal, and the golden light slowly flashed.

An Siming stepped forward, hesitated to speak, and said softly:

"Childe, there is a sister in Siming's family, who is in the age of the golden hairpin, with spiritual skills, and now she is a second-layer cultivator with a good appearance..."

He looked a little embarrassed, and said in a rambling voice, Li Xijun stepped forward with his sword, and the large array behind him slowly closed, stepping on the snow on the road as he walked, and said:

"An Keqing wants to marry my Zhongmai?"

The two of them responded again and again, and said some clever words, Li Xijun smiled:

"My father died in middle age, and Zhongmai is my aunt's master, if I can pass this pass between her and the clan, I can naturally meet him."

When the two saw him like this, they had no choice but to nod, while Li Xijun looked at the snow on the pine and sighed:

"It's not something we can say."

The An brothers nodded, Li Xijun rubbed the scabbard, his thoughts drifted, and he secretly said in his heart:

'An's talents are all high, if there are variables in the middle father's breakthrough to build the foundation, fifty years later, he will be at least two uncles at the peak of Qi training, plus maybe he is also a foreigner at the peak of Qi training... And even more than that...'

Li Xijun pinched the falling snow and let it slowly melt in his hands:

'An's didn't know that there was Xianjian suppression in his family, and he felt that my family would feel that marrying Bomai was afraid of holding offspring hostage, and marrying Zhongmai was afraid of doing the right thing...'

An Partridge said that this person was contemptuous, and he couldn't see it, if Concubine Li was afraid that she had a headache, she came to test my tone. ’

"Whoa......

The green pine hung down slightly, the snow on the tree fell in a hurry, Li Xijun's slender sword eyebrows raised, and said with a smile:

"Go up the mountain and practice!"

……

Li Yuanjiao drove the wind for a long time, crossed the center of the lake, and arrived at the west bank of Mochiyue Lake, where there are dozens of large and small mountain ranges, and there are dozens of immortal cultivation families, most of them are fetal families, and there are only a few of them practicing qi.

This is the territory of the people who build the foundation and scatter the cultivators, and the scattered cultivation in the middle of the foundation has always been indisputable, and the one acre and three points of land are collected and worshipped to live, and the rest of the families do not provoke him.

Crossing the west bank, you will see a towering mountain, full of heaven and earth, this mountain is flat and narrow, the top is bare, the rocks are bare, the earth's veins are thin, this mountain is called [Xiping], isolating the desert and Mochizuki Lake, and it is also the junction of Qingchi Sect and Golden Feather Sect.

Then over the west screen, the climate suddenly became hot, dry and hot, the wind flew for a few days, and gradually there was yellow sand, and a male pass appeared in front of you.

The ancient pass of the Yue country, the valley smoke pass.

A section of Guyan Pass was occupied by the Guyan Temple under the rule of Jin Yuzong, Li Yuanjiao rode the wind to the pass, and as soon as his spiritual sense was swept, he could see a hot and bright array ready to go, as long as he took a step forward, the large array would be activated immediately.

"Li Yuanjiao of the Li family in Lijing came to visit, please open a big array for the temple master!"

He mustered his mana, waited for a few breaths, and then saw a soldier flying out of the array, his cultivation was only three layers of qi training, and he was dressed in a half-yellow and half-white robe, looking nondescript, but with a smile on his face:

"I've seen Daoyou, Poor Dao Gu Yan Bai Yinzi!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded with a smile, this person's posture was extremely low, and his smile was stacked to look very attentive, and he hurriedly said:

"But you're looking for a friend of the Winter River? Please also come in with me! ”

Although Chen Donghe has been here for many years, Li Yuanjiao is so suspicious of poison, where is he willing to follow him in, his eyes wandered on his face, he smiled, his hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword, and said softly:

"There's no need to go in, let's ask Uncle Donghe to come out."

This Bai Yinzi was slightly stunned, wiped the sweat on his face, his lips trembled, and said hesitantly:

"It's not very convenient! It's not very convenient, Donghe Daoyou is injured, and it is not appropriate to move at will, so please invite Daoyou in. ”

Li Yuanjiao laughed and replied:

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Bai Yinzi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile resurfaced on his face, Li Yuanjiao took the opportunity to take a step forward, his complexion changed suddenly, his eyebrows raised, and his whole face instantly became fierce, and he said sharply:

"How daring!"

The Qingqi Sword in his hand had already jumped out of its sheath, lighting up with a white light, emitting a piercing whistling sound, and the Moon Que Sword arc rose up.

Bai Yinzi only felt that his face was like a knife, and he shouted, so shocked that half of his life had been gone, and he summoned a yellow turtle shield magic weapon in his hand, and screamed miserably:

"Fellow Daoist misunderstanding! Friends spare their lives! ”

Where is Li Yuanjiao willing to believe, his heart is like lightning, and he only thinks:

"Uncle Donghe doesn't know if he is still there, he wants to trick me into the battle, there must be no foundation monk, just take the opportunity to capture this person, see if you can replace Uncle Donghe!" ’

If you can't, you can avenge Uncle Donghe. ’

In a flash, this sword arc has been hit on the shield, this unknown turtle shield must also be a very important magic weapon in this temple, with the appearance of practicing qi and high-grade, but the [Qingqi Sword] is a foundation building magic weapon, only this sword hit the turtle shield wailing, this Bai Yinzi's face turned red.

He was so devastated that he screamed:

"Winter River Friend! Winter River Friend! Save me quickly, poor Dao is going to be beaten to death by your family! ”

Li Yuanjiao was slightly stunned when he heard this, his hand was already loose, and he immediately stretched out his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Let go, I won't kill you!"

Bai Yinzi's face was flushed, his eyes were closed, and he really stood with a big grin, and the magic weapon also lost its luster, Li Yuanjiao put the sword on his neck, and immediately believed five points, slightly embarrassed.

"Childe! Son! ”

A middle-aged man came out of the formation with a pale face and a few medicine bags on his body, greeted him with a wry smile, and said in a loud voice:

"Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding..."

Li Yuanjiao had no choice but to put away his sword in a muffled voice, saluted back to Bai Yinzi, and said with a little embarrassment:

"I'm sorry for the Taoist friend......"

Bai Yinzi was still frightened, trembling and said:

"Sure enough, it's a sword immortal family... With this sword, half of the poor Dao soul was scared away. ”

Chen Donghe apologized, and Bai Yinzi waved his hand and replied:

"It's the poor road who doesn't speak smartly, it's that I want to accompany me, the son is polite."

Chen Donghe has been away from home for many years, and he still calls Li Yuanjiao Gongzi according to his habit, and even took Bai Yinzi with him, Li Yuanjiao also went, this head slowly fell to his feet, Bai Yinzi took a few breaths, and his tongue slowly stretched, sighing:

"It's no wonder that the nobles were able to stand out in the treacherous ghost place of the Qingchi Sect, invade the east and west, and rise to the rank of a family... This decisiveness, the poor way really can't be learned! ”

Li Yuanjiao put away his sword, his eyebrows stretched, and he could no longer see the ruthless and decisive appearance before, he looked a little fierce, but he called Bai Yinzi to praise him, and continued:

"Under the rule of my Golden Feather Sect, the immortal taxes are also heavy, but it is far less than that Qingchi is to kill them all at every turn, and the annexation between the two temples still has to be reported to Jin Yu, and then the merger will not kill all the people..."

"If you want me to say... That Qingchi Xuanyue is a few sects, acting like a demon cultivator, let's talk about it here, the stomach is rotten, don't say that it is slandering the Immortal Sect..."

This person talked rambling, Li Yuanjiao only listened, and finally waited for his respite to say to Chen Donghe with concern:

"Why is that?"

"Demon cultivation!"

Chen Donghe now has a sixth-level cultivation of Qi cultivation, smiled, his face was pale, and said softly:

"A few days ago, there was a group of demon cultivators who went north, and they wanted to cross Xiping Mountain, and they happened to pass through the Guyan Temple, and I fought with the monks in the temple, so I kept the big array, but I was injured and was bedridden for many days."

"I had to let the temple master come out to greet him, I never wanted to let the son misunderstand..."

Who knew that when Li Yuanjiao heard this, he was scheming, and asked:

"Where is this demonic cultivator?"

"I can't attack it for a long time, I have already crossed the West Screen, and I am happy to go to the West Bank."

Li Yuanjiao estimated the time, and most of them couldn't catch up, so he had to sigh regretfully.

After all, this demon cultivator can't even break this big array, I'm afraid it's rare, most of them are in the early stage of qi training, if you can call the monks in the upper clan, catch this demon cultivator, kill people and seize treasures, you can make up for this financial hole.

So he took some pills from the storage bag and handed them to Chen Donghe, the pills and food on Chen Donghe's body had long been exhausted in that battle, so he thanked him immediately and took it.

Chen Donghe said with a smile:

"This is the temple master, Bai Yinzi, who has helped me a lot over the years, whether it is food or spiritual veins, he has supported him with great support, and his heart is also kind and honest."

Li Yuanjiao arched his hand, which was considered to be an acquaintance, while Bai Yinzi waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Over the years, Daoyou Daoyou has also helped me a lot, and he has defeated several opponents for me in the temple fair, but I have gained benefits, and I will not be given food and lodging in vain."

This was said frankly, Chen Donghe smiled warmly, and Bai Yinzifu praised again:

"Donghe Dao's friendship is extraordinary, even his defeated generals admire him, and he has gained a lot of fame in this desert over the years!"

The two laughed and talked for a while, Bai Yinzi pulled the two to drink and feast again, and it was not until the third watch in the middle of the night that Chen Donghe took Li Yuanjiao back to the courtyard.

As soon as the courtyard door was closed, the magic circle inside and outside the isolation was running, and an old woman was sitting in the courtyard, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and forehead, holding an oil lamp, holding a pen and writing something, and seeing the two of them coming in, she raised her head and said softly:

"It turned out that Jiao'er was here."

"Auntie..."

Li Yuanjiao was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, Li Jingtian in front of him was already more than fifty years old, completely different from the memory of the past, except for the still soft and warm eyes, he could no longer see the appearance of the year.

It is rare for mortals in Dali Mountain to live to this age, but Chen Donghe spent spiritual objects to recuperate Li Jingtian, and now he looks quite healthy, without any decadence, and said with a smile:

"How's going at home? I don't know if the middle father is good? ”

Li Yuanjiao was so strong that he couldn't help but tears ripple after hearing this, he forced himself to close his eyes, pressed his sword with five fingers, and even the [Qingqi Sword] also buzzed and jumped, and said in a wailing voice:

"The ancestor has been left behind, and his body is too yin..."

Li Jingtian's face turned pale, and two lines of tears fell down, while Chen Donghe was even more out of shape, his complexion changed several times, and he stood straight in place.

"Eventually... At this moment, there will be... Now. ”

Li Jingtian's face was pale, she heard some news at home, and now she accepts it better, but Chen Donghe lost his soul, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and lost his voice:

"Impossible! How can it be! ”

All the expressions on his face were out of control, and Chen Donghe, who had never changed color in the face of the crisis of life and death, lost his composure, his eyes darkened, he took a few steps back, and said in disbelief:

"Unless the Purple Mansion makes a move, who can kill the middle father!"

He didn't choose to say anything for a while, even the middle father called out, his face was red, and he gasped on the spot, Li Yuanjiao hurriedly reached out to help him, and sorted out the qi veins in his body for him, Chen Donghe finally snorted and spit out black blood.

He already had internal injuries in his body, and when he vomited this mouthful of blood, his face looked much better, and he looked up and asked:

"But the old wounds left by Maha?"

"Yes..."

After getting the answer, Chen Donghe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice:

"God is jealous of talents... Li Jing's four sons... It was silent! ”

Li Yuanjiao tilted his head slightly, Li Qijing's death was not admitted by the family, but Chen Donghe has been the pillar of the family for many years, and he must have something to rely on, but he hid it in his heart, and now he is angry and blurted out.

Li Jingtian soothed for a while, and Chen Donghe quickly recovered, lowered his head and said:

"Laughing."

Li Yuanjiao couldn't say those words of comfort, and silently regulated his qi for him, Chen Donghe said:

"Donghe is injured, and he will take care of his subordinates tomorrow, and he will take his son to Guyanfang tomorrow."

Li Yuanjiao nodded again and again, and the husband and wife helped them into the inner courtyard.

In a short time, a muffled cry was heard through the door.

Li Yuanjiao listened silently, stunned, and sat alone in the courtyard, not a drop of tea on the table was moved, and it was blue and red in the blood-like sun.

He put his hands on his knees and set his eyes on the red sunset on the edge of the desert, the lonely smoke of the desert, like a whale, like a wolf and a snake, surging in the sky, slowly running towards the black and red distance.

(End of chapter)