Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 121
"Take my sword."

Li Chijing uttered four words, and the white light from the long sword at his waist flowed out. He raised his left hand lightly, and the wind on the city leaning on the mountain suddenly calmed down, and the upper and lower sides were completely white.

Deng Qiuzhi pressed the sword on his waist, his heart was agitated, he is also a sword user, although his cultivation level is not high, he also understands the style of this sword.

"Yueque Sword Intent...Brother Chijing has always been very clumsy and doesn't like to show it to others. Now that he has come to a dead end, he is finally no longer hiding it!"

The white light flowed like moonlight, hitting Chi Jiyun's red light curtain slowly and quickly, as if a layer of window paper had been pierced. It was broken again in vain, seeing the coldness on the neck, Chi Jiyun had no choice but to cry out with a pale face:

"Ancestor save me!"

Li Chijing's eyes showed sudden color, the white light passed by Chi Jiyun's face like moonlight, without any damage, Chi Jiyun stood dumbfounded for a moment, and said:

"Sword intent?!"

Li Chijing cupped his hands, as if he hadn't heard it, he just replied:

"Brother Chi accepts."

"it is good!"

Chi Moxi Yun screamed, his face still pale, and asked again:

"What kind of sword intent is this?"

"Yueque Sword Intent."

Li Chijing nodded slightly, and answered him, but he didn't expect that Chi Jiyun's face was complicated, and he murmured:
"What a pity! What a pity!"

"clang!"

Just then came the sound of the sword falling on the ground, which woke up everyone, and there were whispers all of a sudden, because of Chi Jiyun's background, he didn't dare to talk about it, but everyone's eyes were full of shock.

When Li Chijing fell back into the mountains, Xiao Yuansi was already looking at him dumbfounded and asked in disbelief:

"You almost killed Chi Moxibustion Yun?"

"Don't dare."

Li Chijing put his sword back into its sheath, looked at Xiao Yuansi's dumbfounded expression, shook his head and said:

"If I kill him, the rest of the Chi family won't do anything to me because of the real Zifu's needs. It's just that they will inevitably attack the family, just to teach him a lesson."

"Aren't you afraid that he will hold a grudge and trip up your family?"

Xiao Yuansi was a little curious and asked repeatedly.

"Chi Jiyun is arrogant and arrogant, and he doesn't know how to use such methods. I have dealt with him for so many years, and we still understand each other."

Li Chijing smiled, stretched his waist, and saw a person walking outside the cave, and said respectfully:

"Senior, someone from the sect told me to invite senior to go."

Xiao Yuansi froze for a moment. He, who hadn't been angry for more than ten years, looked annoyed, his sleeves were windless, and he said sharply:

"I can't wait like that!"

The man lowered his head in horror, Xiao Yuansi suddenly lost his composure, apologized in a warm voice, then saw Li Chijing nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Take me there."

"Jinger!"

Xiao Yuansi called out, Li Chijing untied the sword at his waist, handed it to Xiao Yuansi, and said in a low voice:
"Brother take care."

After saying that, he went out and drove the wind to the mountain peak, leaving Xiao Yuansi holding the jade slip in the wind, with a complicated expression on his face, as if he had made up his mind, staring blankly at the horizon.

"Master...forgive me for not being able to stay in the sect..."

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Li Chijing entered the main hall on the peak, but in the middle of Chi Jiyun's seat was a man in green clothes, his face was blurred, Chi Jiyun stood beside him, bowing his head respectfully.

There was a person kneeling below him, it was Deng Qiuzhi, who bowed his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I've seen a real person."

Li Chijing looked at this man's posture and knew that he was probably a monk from the Zifu. He immediately bowed down and raised his head to stare at him, as if he wanted to see through the fog on his face and see clearly the true face of the monk from the Zifu.

"Bold!"

Chi Jiyun was startled and said repeatedly, while the Zifu monk waved his hand and replied:

"It's okay."

The man in green clothes and Zifu looked down for a while, the small jade seal on his waist shook slightly, and suddenly asked:
"Yueque Sword Intent. How long has it been cultivated?"

"More than five years."

The Zifu cultivator murmured for a while, stepped forward to look at his eyebrows, and made sure that there was no crescent moon pattern that he could never forget, so he opened his mouth and said:

"I have always disapproved of Senior Brother Chi Wei's way of sending away the geniuses in the sect one by one to pave the way for him alone. Unfortunately, that old man liked his style back then. Now he is the head of the sect with a high level of cultivation. I just follow orders."

Chi Moxibustion at the side quickly closed his eyes, pretending not to hear the words, Tsing Yi Zi Fu glanced at him, and continued:
"stand up."

Li Chijing stood up, and the cultivator from the Zifu raised it lightly, took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he and the two were on the sea of ​​clouds.

The brilliant morning sun was rising into the sky, and the cultivator of Zifu took him all the way south, across the flat wasteland outside Yishan City, and deep into the boundless southern border.

"So fast!"

The scenery around him passed by like lightning, the jungle under his feet was blurred into a piece of green, and the mountains in the distance approached at a speed visible to the naked eye. Li Chijing gave a low laugh and said with a smile:

"Zifu monks are really happy!"

The monk in Tsing Yi glanced at him in surprise, maintaining the speed of Li Chijing and Deng Qiuzhi, nodded in approval, and replied:

"Unhappy! Zifu also has the embarrassment of Zifu, but most of the time it doesn't need to be used as a chess piece."

"Ah."

The monk in Tsing Yi looked at him again, smiled, and said softly:
"You really have a temper with me. If things hadn't come to this point, I would have taken you in as a disciple to teach me well, but you had to die right now. Even if that great dragon failed in alchemy, I would have to watch you turn into ashes with my own eyes. Ken can go in peace."

Li Chijing couldn't laugh or cry for a while, Li Mutian's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind, after counting the years, Li Mutian probably passed away, and he was cut off from the news in this mountain city, and he didn't know what was going on at home.

Deng Qiuzhi had a gloomy face, staring blankly at the rising sun in the sky, his cheeks were hurt by the new wind in the sky, but he lost his mind and didn't realize it.

Not long after, the two landed in the middle of the forest, in front of them was a bottomless pool, the water in the pool was as emerald green as jade, without any ripples.

Sitting on one side was a boy in his teens, wearing a black robe, shimmering like scales, leaning against a big tree and squinting his eyes to sleep, the monk in green clasped his hands and said respectfully:
"Senior, people have already brought it."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, but it was a pair of green vertical pupils like snakes. He stared at the monk in Tsing Yi, and said in a soft voice:

"Why are you, Chi Wei!"

"The head of the sect has retreated to maintain his vitality, and he is waiting for your elixir."

The boy shook his head, sneered, and said with a sneer:

"I think this old ghost is afraid of me and dare not come to my southern border, so I have to entrust you to come here!"

Li Chijing was so suppressed by the coercion of the two men that he couldn't speak, looking at the young man's dark green vertical pupils, he thought to himself:
"This is the big flood that the Zifu monk said!"

Dajiao took Li Chijing who was immobilized by the pressure of the two, looked at him, and said with a smile:

"Daoji'Huyueqiu' meets the requirements... just wait!"

Then grabbed Deng Qiuzhi with one hand, took a closer look, nodded and said:

"According to the usual practice, this is a qi training monk who has practiced the secret method. He is no more than 30 years old, and the medicine age is just right."

So he grabbed Li Chijing and Deng Qiuzhi and fell into the water. Li Chijing's eyes darkened, and he landed in a cave full of jasper. There is a large golden stove with five people hugging each other, and a black and red flame is lit below it.

Da Jiao patted his head, looked at his arms and arms, picked up a formula in his hand, and said with a grin:

"You are so delicious. If I hadn't agreed to Old Ghost Chi, I would really like to eat you."

After saying that, he threw Li Chijing into the alchemy furnace, picked up Deng Qiuzhi again, held it on top of the alchemy furnace, and scratched his chest and abdomen with his hand, it broke open immediately, dripping with blood, and rolled down, Deng Qiuzhi snorted and passed out. He died and was thrown into the furnace fiercely.

Li Chijing was still speechless and unable to move, he sighed slightly seeing the horrifying Deng Qiuzhi, and watched the blood flow little by little.

All kinds of fallen spiritual objects hit him, Li Chijing thought quietly:

"I had never even seen my father before he died, and he told me that in this remote southern Xinjiang, my elder brother would probably nag me again when I get to the underworld! The master is detained, my senior brother is also in southern Xinjiang, and there is only one senior sister left in the sect, and I don't know Can we preserve the orthodoxy of Qingsui Peak..."

His side was already scorching hot, Li Chijing secretly said:
"I just hope that the second brother and the third brother can take good care of the juniors in the family, and see through the true face of the Qingchi sect earlier!"

　A lot of people are sheep... these days are very busy, so it's a bit late~
　
(End of this chapter)