Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 70 Crisis
The old Taoist seemed to have the winning ticket in his hands, and leisurely pinched a formula, with a bright white light in his left hand, and looked at him with a smile.

Li Xiangping kept silent, took out a pale yellow talisman, slapped it on his body, immediately propped up a pure white mask, turned his head and ran towards the lake.

The old man was not angry, he patted the storage bag on his waist, put away the jade pendant, and then followed Li Xiangping with a smile, watching his every move with small eyes vigilantly, thinking to himself:
"Why does it look like the Jade Yuan Talisman of the Green Pond Sect? Didn't the two sects reach a tacit understanding long ago, and the disciples of the Green Pond Sect from Wangyue Lake to the Fungi Grove should have withdrawn long ago."

"No, if a disciple of Qingchi has no choice but to escape, this person is afraid that he has some connection with Qingchi sect, so he should be careful, don't capsize the boat in the gutter, let him run first, and when he exhausts his mana, there is no magic weapon Can't make it out."

Following Li Xiangping leisurely like a ghost, the old man became more and more joyful as he thought about it, almost bursting out with joy.

"It's God helping me. The people from the Qingchi sect retreated, and the people from the Jinmen Gate were blowing the autumn wind in the south. This kid is still running to the north of the border of the Jinmen Gate in a panic. It seems that the opportunity is right for me."

The more he thought about it, the more excited the old man became. He remembered how the descendant of the Immortal Mansion slaughtered all directions hundreds of years ago, and also remembered what his master said when he was dying.

Lao Dao was originally a casual cultivator under the rule of Tongjinmen. When his master Shouyuan was approaching, he passed a jade pendant to him. He touched him who was only 20 years old at the time and said:

"My lineage also participated in the rebellion of the descendants of the Immortal Mansion hundreds of years ago, and this jade pendant was obtained from that person."

"That murderous man has cultivated supernatural powers, and his flesh, muscles, and bones are treasures of heaven and earth, so he was torn to pieces by the three sects and seven sects. I have no chance to get a piece of meat as a casual cultivator, so I have to use utensils to hold those robbed time. The splashed blood, your patriarch picked up this jade pendant in a rain of blood, and was seriously injured because of it, he sat down and melted when he came back."

At that time, he was still a little Daoist, and he opened his eyes blankly, listening to the master panting faintly, and said weakly:

"Your uncle and I have been researching for more than 130 years, and we have gotten some clues. This jade pendant should have the inheritance of the Immortal Mansion, but it is missing another treasure...you...you can go out and look for it..."

The old man was thinking about it, but he saw the man in front of him suddenly stop, and turned his head to reveal those eagle-like fierce eyes staring at him viciously, so startled that the old man stopped in his tracks.

Feeling quite ashamed for a while, the old man sneered and said:
"What, figured it out?"

Li Xiangping also sneered, and showed a blue-gray mirror in his hand. White light flickered on the mirror, and a strong sense of danger rushed straight into the face of the old man.

"Damn it sure has something."

The old Taoist screamed strangely, and the twelve talismans beside him suddenly rang, and a large golden shield rose in front of him, and his hands formed seals, and mana was quickly injected into it.

This set of operations is smooth and flowing, just in a breath. The old Taoist is immersed in his practice on weekdays, and he does not often fight with others. He has practiced this trick for more than 30 years, and has saved his life many times by relying on this set of spells and talismans.

Unexpectedly, the sense of danger was fleeting, the old man was taken aback for a moment, and Li Xiangping had already rushed far away like a rabbit.

The old Taoist suddenly realized, cursed viciously, dispersed the spell in his hand, and said with a sneer:
"There are a lot of tricks."

With a light step on his feet, the distance was shortened like a ghost, but the old man saw Li Xiangping once again showed his mirror, and the white light shone on him.

With a sense of danger rushing towards his face, the veteran Daoist had been thinking for many years, and without hesitation, he struck out twelve talismans again, raising a big golden shield.

"idiot!"

But he heard a sneer coming from the front, even though the old Taoist had practiced for many years and had a good temper, an unstoppable anger arose at this time, a few golden lights gathered in his hands, he waved away the big shield, and wanted to kill Li Xiangping with a spell.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the large shield dissipated, the old Taoist's pupils reflected a pure white and mighty white light.

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Li Xuanxuan fidgeted and walked back and forth in the courtyard, the owner of the house, Li Xiangping, hadn't returned all night, and the people placed by Li Daokou also said that they had never seen any white light vision.

"It was originally agreed to release the profound light of the sun and retreat back home. It should not take a few hours before and after!"

Looking at the slowly rising dawn, Li Xuanxuan felt more and more uneasy, almost forcing him to rush out the door and go to Wanjia to investigate the situation.

The golden streamers that flashed in the eastern sky last night went out after only a quarter of an hour. Li Xuanxuan stood alone on the top of Lijing Mountain facing the night wind, silently clenching his fists.

"Assuming the worst."

Li Xuanxuan's eyes were reddish, and one name after another appeared in his mind.

"Li Yesheng, Li Qiuyang, Chen Erniu..."

Li Tongya is still in Guanyun Peak, Li Xiangping's life and death are unknown, now the only person in charge of the Li family is Li Xuanxuan who is 13 years old, Li Xuanfeng is only seven years old, and Li Xuanling is only five years old.

"Young master!"

A low cry woke up Li Xuanxuan, and when the young man raised his head, he was already smiling, and said with a gentle smile:
"Uncle Ye Sheng? What's the matter?"

"My subordinates have searched several times in Meichi Mountain and Lijing Mountain, but I can't find the Patriarch..."

Li Yesheng stroked his beard, lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice.

He also saw Jinmang in the sky last night, and was about to report to Li Xiangping, but he searched back and forth twice, but couldn't find Li Xiangping.

"Uncle suddenly felt something last night, and he is already retreating and preparing to break through."

Li Xuanxuan smiled slightly, looked into Li Yesheng's eyes and explained.

"I see!"

Li Yesheng suddenly realized, and said with a smile:

"The Patriarch is retreating in the backyard of Lijing Mountain this time?"

Li Xuanxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he replied without changing his expression:

"Exactly."

Li Yesheng nodded, cleverly changed the topic, reported to Li Xuanxuan the affairs in the village for the past few days, and then left.

Seeing Li Yesheng come out of the mountain, Li Xuanxuan slowly sat on the main seat in the courtyard, sitting in the empty courtyard, looking at the sky with a gloomy face.

Down the mountain.

Li Yesheng hurried into the yard, took off his outer robe, handed it to the servant who came up, frowned and shouted:

"Li Xiewen!"

Seeing no response from the courtyard, Li Yesheng remembered that Li Xiewen had been sent to Li Daokou by Li Xiangping.

Looking at the few people around in the courtyard, Li Yesheng took the tea bowl that was handed over, and while sitting on the main seat in the courtyard, he said in a deep voice:
"Is there any movement from Li Qiuyang?"

"No."

After taking a sip of tea lightly, Li Yesheng frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice:
"Wanjia sent someone to ask for help today."

"Return to the palm, not yet."

Li Yesheng's face suddenly became solemn, looked down at the few people, lowered his eyebrows and said in an inaudible voice:
"The main family... has someone sent to... control the clan soldiers?"

Seeing the people below shaking their heads one after another, Li Ye let out a long breath, with a smile on his face.

"I think too much."

(End of this chapter)