Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 87
Li Chijing stood on the gray and white high city wall, looking at the herd of beasts approaching below without saying a word.

Time has not left any marks on his face, he still looks like a boy, but his expression has matured a lot.

After fighting in this southern border for five years, Li Chijing's swordsmanship has become more and more proficient, and he has mastered several swordsmanship in the sect, and has gained some fame. Everyone knows that Qingsui Peak has a small sword Immortal, one-handed swordsmanship is very powerful.

Wiping off the blood on the long sword in his hand, Li Chijing let out a long breath in the face of the rising sun, spit out a touch of pure white aura between his lips and teeth.

"This mountain city is really solid."

The disciple of Qingchi Sect behind him spoke with a smile on his face, and the magic weapon beads in his hands were floating up and down. It was Deng Qiuzhi.

Li Chijing nodded, took the elixir in his hand, and constantly adjusted the mana in his body, in order to recover as soon as possible and make it easier for him to work in the next shift.

"What a coincidence, I waited for a shift to come to this mountain city, and the beast horde came, and it became more and more turbulent every time!"

Deng Qiuzhi sneered and muttered in a mocking tone, making the people around couldn't help but glance at him.

Seeing that Li Chijing was unmoved and was practicing on his own, Deng Qiuzhi sat down on the ground and murmured:
"But they want to eat you and me, but they all want to be buried with you."

"This man is going crazy again..."

"Isn't the whole Deng family like this?"

Everyone around whispered and looked at Deng Qiuzhi with strange eyes. Seeing this, Li Chijing frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Stop talking, quickly recover your mana, lest I need to save you again!"

Deng Qiuzhi was stunned, and shook his head with a wry smile, but he heard cheers from below.

"Retreat, retreat! The beast tide has finally retreated!"

It turned out that this wave of beasts finally receded, and everyone got a chance to breathe again. They immediately cheered and went down the tower. Li Chijing also had a smile on his face, and walked down the ladder on the city, thinking Write a letter to your family.

Deng Qiuzhi followed up with a shameless face, and smiled against the bright morning sun and said:
"Don't you feel something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Li Chijing raised his eyebrows, retracted the blue and white Qingfeng in his hand, looked at him with a smile, and jokingly said:
"Why have you been nagging lately? Could it be that the more you practice the technique, the more you practice it, and you've become obsessed?"

The two fought side by side in southern Xinjiang for five years. Deng Qiuzhi and Li Chijing have long forgotten what happened back then, and they can be regarded as close friends.

"Every time you and I are exhausted, the beast tide will recede obediently. How can there be such a caring thing?"

Deng Qiuzhi spoke with a smile, but his eyes were full of deep meaning.

"Who can stay strong at the moment of life and death, not just you and me, which faction of disciples in the city is not exhausted?"

Li Chijing refuted it, and greeted the person beside him with a smile.

"Think about it."

Deng Qiuzhi patted his shoulder and said in a low voice:

"If you were the demon king of the southern border, would you send thousands of wild beasts and monsters to die for no reason? Wouldn't it be good if you had the heart to improve your cultivation by yourself? Can these monsters push the city back against the mountain? In vain Send it to the subordinates of the three sects and seven sects, isn't that a fool?"

"Furthermore, if the demon king wants to kill these sect disciples, he can forcefully wait for us to die with the tide of beasts. He comes back and forth like a fool, and relaxes from time to time. No matter how you look at it, it looks like waiting for me. Deliver food..."

Li Chijing smiled, greeted the person next to him again, abruptly interrupted Deng Qiuzhi, stared at him angrily, whispered in Li Chijing's ear:
"Do you know when the Yishan City was broken last time!"

Li Chijing smiled and responded in a low voice:
"Twenty-five years ago, many people from the three sects and seven sects died. Among them was the foundation cultivator Yu Yuqi. He practiced the "Pan Qi Jade True Art" and swallowed the Moonlight of the Moon."

Deng Qiuzhi froze for a moment, his eyes were filled with shock, and he replied:
"you know…"

"Of course I know."

Li Chijing nodded with a smile, and the two went up the mountain without saying a word, and entered Li Chijing's cave.

Li Chijing watched Deng Qiuzhi follow in, and pinched the magic formula in his hand to isolate the inside and outside, then watched Deng Qiuzhi silently.

"I've been in this ghostly place for five years. I've read all the legal slips and secret notes in the city. Combined with everything in the Fungi Grove, I can see that something is wrong no matter what."

"I just don't know when they will do it, and how long they will keep me...It's just you, and why?"

Deng Qiuzhi clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said:
"The Qingchi Sect has long since cut off the inheritance of Taiyin Yuehua. My Deng family has a special physique, so they forced my family to practice the secret method from generation to generation, refining it into supplements, and using it as a commodity to exchange spiritual objects with the Demon King of Southern Border."

"In the early years, the secret method was incomplete. My Deng family practiced one crazy and the other. Over the past few hundred years, I have gradually improved. In fact, it has gradually no longer affected the mind, but I still have to pretend to be crazy..."

Li Chijing remained silent, took off his feather coat, and sat at the stone table to make tea.

Deng Qiuzhi sighed deeply, paused and said:

"I've seen all kinds of elixirs and pills given by the sect. They are all gametes with far-reaching medicines. These are... people's pills."

"Rendan?"

Li Chijing filled the teacups in front of the two of them, smiled and said:

"It's just that I don't know which demon king in southern Xinjiang wants to break through. It's really a big hand."

Seeing Li Chijing's smiling face, Deng Qiuzhi relaxed a lot, and said angrily:

"You can still laugh."

"Then what can I do?"

Li Chijing shook his head and said softly:
"The Qingchi sect is very powerful, you and I have nowhere to go back, I died in this southern border for no reason, and I sacrificed for the sect on the surface, at least I can make some compensation for my family, can I still find a reason to escape and provoke Can the whole family be destroyed?"

Deng Qiuzhi took a sip of tea, lowered his head a little bit indignantly, and shouted:

"Even so... You and I have lived for nothing, are you born to be in the mouth of monsters?"

The smile on Li Chijing's face also subsided, and he said with a lonely expression:
"Man is a knife, I am fish, and fish must have the consciousness of fish. Didn't your Deng family endure it from generation to generation? His Qingchi sect has flourished for 500 years, can it continue to prosper from generation to generation? There will always be a day of decline. , as long as the family is still alive and silently saving money, there will be a day when the revenge of the ninth generation will be avenged."

"Cultivators have a long lifespan, and it is rare that today's hatred will be repaid tomorrow. Each generation has its own mission."

Li Chijing stood up slowly, looked at Qingfeng in his hand and said:

"The mission of you and me is to feed the Qingchizong so that the family can have a chance to breathe. If not, what else can we do? Can we still advance to the Purple Mansion like in the storybook novels, so that the Qingchizong has to take back its order?" ?”

"Let's take one step at a time."

Deng Qiuzhi sat down cross-legged, and said dejectedly:

"No matter what, I dare not escape. If you and I escape from Yishan City, our relatives will be finished."

(End of this chapter)