Lake Mochizuki.

The sky is bright, the lake water is clear and clear, Qingdu Peak stands in the lake, the stone steps go up the mountain, there is an old man standing in front of the main hall steps, holding a gray-blue robe, stepping and turning in circles.

Li Xuanxuan waited for a while, and finally saw a man with a gun falling in front of the hall, practicing the ninth-level cultivation of qi, saluting with his hands, and said respectfully:

"Siwei has seen adults."

"How's the shore?"

Li Xuanxuan picked him up and hurriedly asked, this person was An Siwei, the son of An Partridge, generous and calm, a talent, and said in a low voice:

"What you see is true, the Fei family goes north, all the way to the river, all of them are concubines, more than a million, and the glass and gold sand are mixed in it, attracting all the cultivators to sweep, and they are all human figures."

"Listen... The people in the north say that it is a vision of the fall of Shakti. ”

Li Xuanxuan twisted his beard, his heart sank, his hands tightened, and replied:

"The genus of Shi Xiu is very good at reincarnation, if he has to fall, I am afraid that the battle situation has reached a critical moment."

"My lord said the same thing..."

An Siwei's words were naturally referring to Li Xijun, who was still exploring on the shore, his voice had not yet fallen, the frost and snow were already floating in front of the hall, Li Xijun entered the hall through the wind, and [Han Li] was worn on his waist, and his face was still a little pale.

"Xi Jun!"

Li Xuanxuan asked, Li Xijun returned the salute first, and then said softly:

"I'm afraid that many mages have fallen, there seems to be some spiritual weapon suppression on the river bank, the situation seems to be much better, there were demon cultivators coming around before, and now there is no more."

He pressed his sword in one hand, stepped forward in the hall, pondered for a moment, and said with amusement:

"It seems that Bian Yan Mountain may not be a good place, real people are calculating and changeable, if the riverside is guarded, where should the demon cultivator go!"

Li Xijun's words made Li Xuanxuan relax a lot, the old man raised his eyebrows and looked, and suddenly found that there was a white gold aura floating in the north, and he hurriedly became vigilant.

Li Xijun's pupil technique is the most powerful, he has already seen through it, he exhaled lightly, a strange color appeared in his eyes, and a trace of worry hanging between his eyebrows also dissipated, and he turned around and smiled:

"It was a great victory!"

His heart was suddenly relieved, and the hand that had been holding the hilt of the sword was also released, and his heart immediately changed:

"It seems that there is a calculation! It's just that I'm in the rear, and I can't hear any news, maybe it's Chi Zhiyan who has made a good move... But if it is calculated by the Purple Mansion, then there will be a good show! ”

Li Xuanxuan couldn't see the people in the distance clearly, but when he saw the thunder and Caixia, the golden qi and the bright sun, combined with Li Xijun's words, his heart was relieved, and the old man was worried for most of the night, and his face couldn't help but flow with joy:

"Ancestor bless, look at this is a big victory!"

He gradually recognized his juniors, counted a few people, and did not notice Li Xuanfeng's figure, but found that there was also a person in white armor, walking on the sideways of everyone, the status seemed to be extremely noble, the old man immediately said:

"It seems that there is still a high repair, the white gas is dazzling, and it is not clear to see, so it should be greeted early, so as not to lose the rudeness!"

Li Xijun was slightly stunned, understanding that Li Xuanxuan did not have a pupil cultivation technique and could not see clearly, he smiled in his heart and nodded:

"It's time to be grand, I'll go and greet it together!"

Several people rode out together, Li Xijun first took a step ahead of Li Xuanxuan, and noticed that the jade pendant in the clan on his waist was sensing and glowing, so he put his mind at ease and held the junior salute sideways.

"Whoa..."

Li Xuanxuan first saw Li Qinghong with a gun, although she has always been heroic, but there is some worry between her eyebrows, flanked by Li Ximing and Li Xizhi, although a little sluggish, it doesn't look too serious.

He must have a heart, so he paid attention to the white-armored monk in the middle, this man had a tiger head on his face, covering both sides of his cheeks, very majestic, his pupils were pale white, and his beard was black, as if he was in his prime.

The white lines on his cheeks and neck are bright and clear, and the person who stabs can't open his eyes, and it is even more difficult to look at his face, Li Xuanxuan only feels that his posture is a little familiar, and secretly thought:

"This gold is a little more cold than the second brother's Gengjin, isn't it a high cultivation with gold?"

So he didn't dare to look at it, and silently opened his eyes, who knew that this person had not yet arrived, and it had already made everyone feel like a knife, Li Xuanxuan was even more suspicious and thought:

"Isn't it a real person from the Golden Feather Sect? What does it have to do with my family? ”

When the cultivators arrived in front of him, Li Xijun had already spoken and said softly:

"I've seen all the brothers and elders."

His voice has always been clear, Li Ximing and Li Xizhi's expressions were low, and before answering, Li Qinghong actually looked at the person in the middle, Li Xuanxuan was suspicious, but he heard a slightly hoarse man's voice:

"No need to be polite."

"Tick..."

A drop of dew rolled off Li Xuanxuan's gray-blue clothes, and autumn dew fell on the lake, which was cold and sharp, and the voice made the old man immediately raise his head, meet those eyes, and say in a daze:

"Xuanfeng...?!"

The white lines on Li Xuanfeng's face have faded, his eyes are sharp and sharp, and he has just been released, and the suppressed killing intent has turned into an indescribable majesty, and the armor on his body is even more lined with divine martial arts, like an immortal general who has fallen from a certain immortal mansion.

But his face was only in his early thirties, and in an instant, Li Xuanxuan pulled from the suffocation to the past, and the old man sighed, his face was slightly red:

"Second brother..."

"Brother."

Li Xuanfeng responded, and the autumn dew on the lake became even more abrupt, like a torrential rain, Li Qinghong on the side looked worried, and said softly:

"It's better to go into the peak first..."

Li Xuanxuan was also in charge of a clan, not an ordinary old man, and he quickly sensed something from the faces of his juniors, and quickly fell, leading Li Xuanfeng, who was in white armor, into the hall.

But his heavy gaze never took his eyes off his brother's face, and his eyes were slightly red, as if he was looking at something.

Li Xuanfeng's immortal bow has gone through vicissitudes, washed away the lead, and the reckless removal is even more of a portrait! Not only is Li Xuanxuan stunned, I'm afraid that Li Xuanfeng will be stunned by his own peep!

Li Xuanfeng sat down, looked around at the children, and for a while he actually mentioned the matter first, and said softly:

"Qinghong, Nahelian Changguang has been killed by me, don't worry about it."

Li Qinghong's apricot eyes were slightly red, nodded, and did not interrupt him without saying a word, Li Xuanfeng's pupils moved, and his voice was very calm:

"The riverbank was all relieved, and the northern cultivation retreated, so the stone of Bian Yanshan sank into the sea, and the descendants of the Chi family and the people were all lost here, Si Yuanli respected the immortal order, and added fuel to the fire, even if it was bright, the feud between the two surnames of Si Chi was born."

"If I die, the Jiangnan family will inevitably celebrate with the crown, and Qingchi will fall into the hands of Si Yuanli and Lingu Lanying, even if Si Yuanli has good deeds, he is by no means an indecisive person, and there will be changes."

His iron-like and hard face is less calm than his father's, but he has more domineering attitude of killing all the cultivators, and his words are cold:

"In the land of the five counties, the Yuan family is a supporter of the Chi family, and Yuan Tuan and Yuan Chengdun are harmed, so there is no resentment? Protecting the far is good and weak, protecting the independent is poisonous and ruthless, once the situation changes, it may not be unshakable. ”

"The Yu family was dissolved by the Chi family, only Yu Yuwei could solve it, and this person died one step earlier, and it was even more difficult to get up."

"The Lingu clan is deep-rooted, known as ambitious, according to the South China Sea, and for Wu Yue Shanyue nobles, married with hermen, Si Yuanli must be more favored, can help..."

"The Ning family is tied to Ning Wan, Ning Heyuan is afraid that there is no chance of survival, and the Ning family fell into the hands of Ning Hejing, don't be gullible..."

His gaze swept over everyone's faces, fell on Li Xizhi, and his voice gradually lowered:

"Xizhi... My Li family has been wiped out for three generations, and Fang has reached the position of the Jiangnan family, and the Chi family's tail has become unstoppable, Si Yuanli will inevitably use you, and you will do it yourself in the sect. ”

"Second uncle, don't worry."

The graceful and dignified young man nodded slightly, showing his usual generous style, and he said softly:

"The younger generation is only worried about Uncle Yuanqin..."

"It doesn't matter."

He saw the white-armored man sitting upright, and his voice was low:

"He's measured."

Li Xizhi retreated thoughtfully, while Li Xuanfeng opened his eyes, looked at Li Qinghong, and lowered his voice:

"Qinghong, if I am not here, you are the only one at home who is good at fighting, the thunder method is violent, you are in the sea, deterring unscrupulous people, and you don't need to be involved in the internal fighting method of the sect."

"Yes."

Li Xuanfeng went to see Li Ximing at this time, Li Ximing had always been afraid of him, he lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, and the man in front of him only asked:

"Ximing, how much Zifu do you grasp."

Li Ximing's heart was sour, full of bitterness, and said in a deep voice:

"Less than 20 percent."

Li Xuanfeng nodded, and said softly:

"It's high, don't rush for quick success... Where is Minghuang? ”

"I have gone to the East China Sea, but I can't return yet."

Li Xijun answered, Li Xuanfeng looked at him, and said quietly:

"You have the ambition to love swordsmanship, but it's a pity that you are tired by my family, not everyone has the posture of a sword fairy, Wang Xunshang wants to walk the world, you can walk around."

Li Xijun paused slightly, but saw Li Xuanfeng looking at the old man on the side, and there were some fluctuations in his language for the first time:

"Xuanling was the same back then, once was enough, there was no need to come again."

"Take the genealogy."

Li Xijun immediately retreated, before he could breathe, he had already stepped forward with a purple jade slip, and he still pressed the book, Li Xuanfeng took it gently, put the jade slip on the table, and grabbed it in his hand.

"Boom..."

The gold in his hand condensed, turned into a pen intertwined with gold and silver, and only turned one page, it was [Uncle Mai], the pen fell on the paper, and he picked it up.

"Li Yuanyu."

He handed the things into Li Qinghong's hands and said hoarsely:

"You are the most keen, you see well, I don't do this beautifully, but I don't have a chance, I have to see more things in the future..."

Li Xuanfeng exhaled a breath of golden gas, stopped talking, paused slightly, and then untied the brocade bag on his waist, untied the prohibition with his hand, and gently pulled it with his other hand, and grabbed a white bow.

This white bow is a change from Jin Geng, Li Xuanfeng carefully glanced at this Xuan Gong that had fought with him all his life, and rubbed it gently, the word [Jin Geng] on the bow disappeared, changed and fluctuated, and turned into two words:

"[Shen Bai]"

His voice was a little softer, and he said softly

"I will hold the gold in the right position, and finally achieve this bow, and leave everything in the storage bag at home, and this fairy bow will be left to Yuanqin."

Li Qinghong vaguely saw pieces of golden sand rolling under his feet, and understood that Li Xuanfeng didn't have much time, so he just nodded, and the white-armored man finally got up, the silver-white light floated on his face, and his voice was like gold and iron striking each other:

"The north and the south are fighting, I don't count the killing, Murong Helian, there is no compassion... All blood debts have fallen into my hands..."

"Now sit down, put aside their grievances, and don't go north if the children of the family don't have to, so as not to be harmed by others."

"Li Xuanfeng kills the heaviest evil, and he does many evil things, and he deserves to fall because of the killing, and he is not angry."

His Royal Highness everyone wept, but the man laughed loudly, pulled up Li Xuanxuan, who was crying silently, shook his hand gently, and sent the rest of the people out of the hall, the door of the palace was slammed shut, and he smiled:

"Brother... My father didn't like to drink, so my brothers didn't dare to drink more. ”

A golden pot appeared in his hand, and a few crystal Wanling flowers fell into it, placed a jade cup, and filled it with a smile for the choked old man, although his voice was slightly hoarse, but there was a kind of battle-hardened heroism.

"Brother!"

Li Qinghong and the others were standing outside the hall, the woman raised her teary eyes, and found that a brilliant brilliance filled the entire hall, and two figures were cast on the door of the hall.

The brothers wept and laughed, and their voices were endless, or Yan Qing Sword Bai Feng, falling clouds, or Yan throwing swords and shooting wood, young people were romantic, or Yan Zhen released the fall, and the long whale moon fell...

The two laughed and scolded, guessed boxing and drinking.

When it comes to the bow and the boring gold master, drink three cups first, and the arrow is called the water tomb, and the respect belongs to each other.

Fu Yan tore the Yan general demon, shot the case, killed eighteen releases, and floated a big white.

The laughter of the two even overshadowed the whimpering sound outside the hall, resounding in the mountains, Li Xuanxuan had never been so hearty and wild, he talked about all kinds of things that he didn't dare to mention in the past, Li Xuanfeng in front of him laughed loudly, neatly and generously.

The brilliance of the hall is getting fading more and more, and the old man's voice is still high-pitched:

"Xuan Feng! At that time, the lord... It must be Xuanling and yours! ”

Li Qinghong gradually stopped crying, his apricot eyes drooped, and there was only one person left on the figure cast on the temple door, everyone looked up, listening to him scolding or scolding, crying or laughing, but no one responded to him anymore.

"Whoa......

The autumn dew in the sky was like rain, eagerly beating on the ridge of the roof, and the cold wind passed through the mountains, slapping the leaves and rattling, hitting everyone, but no one carried the mana.

The clear and transparent autumn dew rolled down the robes, turned around twice in the turbid soil, and gradually merged into a stream, washing the soil down the stone steps, leaving a cold and clear clear.

Li Qinghong raised his head, the heavy clouds in the sky dispersed, the sky was getting late, the stars flickered, the lake in the distance was turbulent, and a few black and heavy reefs surfaced, reflecting a little metallic luster.

She quietly stepped forward and carefully pushed the door of the hall open, the hall was warmly lit by starlight and moonlight, the dark steps were distinct, and the old man leaned on the pillar and slept with his head down, but he was wearing a white robe, but fortunately, the gray-blue robe was very gently covered on him.

There was a mess in front of him, the desk was sprinkled with a lot of wine, and the opposite side was clean and tidy, with a white bow standing around the case, and the jade cup was placed on the side of the case, filled with clear wine, reflecting the moonlight, as if it had never moved.

A Wanling flower is soaked in wine.

Her gaze slowly moved on the dark desk, and the only bright thing in the entire hall was a two-finger-wide talisman, which was placed in the corner of the desk, with intricate lines, and everything was neat and clean, as if the master had just left the table.

Li Qinghong did not enter, bowed down gently, his voice was slightly muffled, and said in a low voice:

"The middle father..."