Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Qingchi Sect.

There was a breeze blowing on the quiet path. A monk who was wrapped up tightly was walking very fast on the road. His feet were shining with white light. He was obviously blessed with the magic of magic.

'Finally home. ’

Li Xizhi looked embarrassed and frowned, walking silently on the path at the foot of Qingsui Peak. The black robe on his body was in many tatters and looked a little dusty.

‘This station lasted for two whole months, and there were so many things at the foot of the mountain... If I hadn’t had some experience at home, it would have been really tricky. ’

Not all Qingchi Sect disciples can practice well on the mountain. They often have all kinds of mundane tasks, some of which are relaxing and some of which are embarrassing. As for how to distribute them, most of them depend on the influence of their respective immortal peaks in the sect.

Qingsui Peak has been in decline for many years, and Li Chijing was protected by Si Yuanbai when he was practicing. Nothing major happened yet. After all, Si Yuanbai had deep cultivation in Talismanism and had a backing in the sect, so he didn't even have to do such mundane tasks.

But now Yuan Tuan is a soft-tempered person and has little authority and support in the sect. Naturally, it will not be a good thing when it is his turn. He went down the mountain to deal with a lot of things and was very busy.

In addition, many sword cultivators from various peaks came here because of their reputation, and Li Xizhi did not dare to show his face at will, and was complaining in his heart.

Most of the sword cultivators were qi-training monks, and they were shouting something to lower their cultivation level. However, these monks had practiced decades more than him. Their swordsmanship was equally profound, and their vision was even more vicious. How could he deal with them?

Li Xizhi was afraid of losing the face of his family and Qingsui Peak, so he had to sneak up and down the mountain every day, wrap himself up tightly, and try to keep a low profile to avoid getting into trouble.

Finally climbing to the platform at the top of the mountain, Li Xizhi took a long breath and suddenly raised his head.

Then he saw the bamboo forest in front of him, and there were gusts of wind. Among the slowly falling bamboo leaves stood a green deer as tall as one person. On top of it sat a girl with a delicate face, looking at him quietly.

"Master!"

Li Xizhi spoke respectfully, Yuan Tuan nodded calmly, and did not ask why he was dressed like this. He seemed to have expected it, and said softly:

"The technique is brought back to you."

She held her slender hand and handed over a light yellow jade slip. Li Xizhi quickly took it, and when his spiritual consciousness moved, he saw five big characters:

""The Secret of Gathering Dew in the Morning Glow""

Li Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief and saw Yuan Tuan softly saying:

"This technique is also at the fourth level. Although it is incomparable with those direct descendants of the Immortal Peak, it is not inferior to the techniques commonly practiced in the sect. It is quite difficult to practice. Therefore, few people in the sect practice it. The only way is to build the foundation." Content."

Li Xizhi didn't ask his master why he didn't want the better "Yuan Qing Rain Control Technique". He just listened silently and saw Yuan Tuan's lips moving, and a whisper sounded in his ears:

"Most of the techniques and parameters have been lost. Only a few fragments of the inheritance are in the Wu Kingdom. Don't worry."

Li Xizhi didn't know how much effort Yuan Tuan put into obtaining this technique. He was moved and could only say respectfully:

"Master's kindness is like..."

But Yuan Tuan suddenly spoke, interrupted him bluntly, and said softly:

"It should."

She stared into Li Xizhi's eyes and whispered:

"This technique requires collecting [Morning Colorful Qi]. It goes up into the sky and falls into the deep valley. It is quite troublesome. It is impossible for the sect to hand over the Qi-collecting Technique to your family and ask your clansmen to help. The only way is to buy it from the sect at a high price. .”

Li Xizhi raised his head slightly and said solemnly:

"I don't know the price..."

"One hundred and twenty spiritual stones."

Yuan Tuan's voice was cold, but there was a hint of gritted teeth. Li Xizhi was shocked by the price and lowered his head. In his heart, heaven and man were at war. Yuan Tuan only replied:

"Let the family make up for it. If it's not enough, I will subsidize it."

"Thank you Master!"

Li Xizhi bowed respectfully, and when he stood up, Yuan Tuan had disappeared. He suddenly walked into his small courtyard, lit the lamp without saying a word, spread out the letter, and did not write for a long time.

The dim yellow lights danced, illuminating his face with gold and red. Li Xizhi pursed his lips, and a drop of ink dripped from the brush in his hand.

He put down the brush with peace of mind and replaced it with a piece of rice paper. He became anxious again and started to feel dazed.

…

It was snowing heavily. Li Ximing said goodbye to his relatives and friends in the clan and set out to return to the Xiao family. Although he had not yet practiced Qi, the magical weapon [Qingxuan] on his wrist turned into a muntjac deer with blue stripes and patterns, jumping and following every step. The ground follows behind.

The Li family naturally refused to let Li Ximing go to the Xiao family alone. Nowadays, demon cultivators are infested in various counties. Even if Li Ximing's green deer breathes much faster than ordinary fetal breaths, it still takes several days to travel, so it is not safe after all.

Without any input from the tribe, Li Yuanjiao personally drove the wind to the Xiao family.

This year's snow came early and was falling in the sky. Li Yuanjiao sent Li Ximing away. Li Yuanping ordered the people to do their tasks. After they dispersed, they saw a white light flying from the distance and quickly landing on the formation.

"Yuan Huyuan, a monk from the Yuan family, is here to pay his respects! Please open a mountain gate!"

The sound of magic power rumbled, and Li Yuanping in the mountain paused slightly.

‘Yuan Huyuan? Why did he come? ’

Yuan Huyuan is a monk at the peak of Qi training and a direct descendant of the Yuan family. Although there is no hope of building a foundation, he has a distinguished status. Now he is waiting quietly outside in robes.

Li Yuanjiao was not among the clan, and Li Qinghong, who was standing beside him, rose up in the wind, walked out of the formation, stepped forward with a gun in his hand, clasped his jade hands together, and said in a clear voice:

"Li Qinghong of the Li family has met his senior."

Li Qinghong's jade armor and spear, his heroic appearance, although Yuan Huyuan is also an old monk over a hundred years old, his eyes lit up, so he pinched his beard and smiled:

"It turns out to be Lei Xiu from a noble family. I have also heard of the young lady's name."

His spiritual consciousness left politely, and he said in surprise:

"I never thought that Miss has already reached the sixth level of Qi training! It's only been a few years! I'm afraid she's only thirty years old! This..."

Li Qinghong didn't want to talk to him about this at all. He didn't do much, so he just thought it was a polite comment that he had heard about it, and said with a smile:

"I don't know, senior...?"

"oh."

Only then did Yuan Huyuan come back to his senses. His face was still full of disbelief. He shook his sleeves, took out a secret letter, and replied:

"There are letters from home, including one from Xi Zhi, specially sent to the nobles."

Yuan Huyuan, a monk at the peak of his qi training, came to make a trip in person. Naturally, it couldn't be as simple as what he said. He must have something that was inconvenient to say outside the formation. Li Qinghong thanked him and took it, understanding it.

So he put this little letter into his sleeve and said with a smile:

"Senior, please come and sit in the formation."

"good!"

Yuan Huyuan was not polite. The two of them came down together. Li Yuanping below had already tidied up the main hall. When they both walked in, even the spiritual tea was served.

Yuan Huyuan first debated a few words, then gradually got to the point and said softly:

"I wonder how Senior Tongya is doing now?"

When Yuan Huyuan first came to the Li family, he was escorting Li Chijing back. He was already in the middle stage of Qi training. Li Tongya was just a minor practitioner of fetal breathing and had a noble foundation. Now he wants to call Senior Li Tongya.

Li Qinghong chuckled lightly and replied:

"Unfortunately, the ancestor has gone into seclusion and let the seniors down."

"Eh."

Yuan Huyuan gave her a meaningful look, and did not mention the matter more, but instead said:

"Xizhi of your family is practicing at Qingsui Peak, and he is doing well. He is now at the sixth level of fetal breath. I am here to ask a question on behalf of ancestor Yuan Tuan:

You and I are both elders of Xi Zhi. Now this child is about to break through in Qi training. I wonder what arrangements the nobles have? "

Li Qinghong acted surprised at first and said without thinking:

"The skills within the sect are naturally much better than those from a small aristocratic family like mine. Everything is arranged by the ancestor."

"Ha ha."

Yuan Huyuan laughed twice and replied:

"Old Ancestor naturally wants to be cured by Xi, and the fourth-grade "Yuan Qing Yu Yu Jue" is naturally indispensable. He just wants to touch the fifth-grade."

"In the Qingchi inheritance, the fifth-grade "Anfu Xiyun Sutra" can only be cultivated by direct descendants of the Chi family, and the "Cewen Tianyu Sutra" is a secret that cannot be passed on to others..."

Yuan Huyuan said a lot in succession, then paused slightly and said with a smile:

"There are many ancient methods. I don't know what the nobles think."

Li Qinghong sipped her tea and looked at Yuan Huyuan in front of her, almost writing the moonlight on her face, feeling helpless:

‘Maybe you think I look easy to deceive, and what I said is too explicit. ’

He opened his red lips lightly and smiled:

"My Li family is poor and poor, and it all depends on our ancestors."

"Okay, Miss understands people."

Yuan Huyuan nodded naturally, feeling very surprised in his heart. Yuan Huyuan is an old cultivator who is over a hundred years old. He has always been generous to others. His old face still has some weight among various families, so he is not like this...

If Yuan Licheng, the ancestor of the family, hadn't been greedy for luck and forced him endlessly, how could he, Yuan Huyuan, have the nerve to do such a thing? Now he seemed to be relieved and he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"There is something I need to do with Miss He Xi."

Li Qinghong looked like he was listening, and Yuan Huyuan then congratulated him:

"The aristocratic fellow Taoist Li Xuanfeng has already cast the Immortal Foundation in Yishan City and built it into the [engraved stone]!"

"What! Uncle Xuanfeng broke through the foundation!"

Li Qinghong reacted immediately, with a sincere smile on his face, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Senior Yuan, for informing me!"

Yuan Huyuan nodded happily and said:

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Now the noble family has established its foundation through three generations, and it has become an aristocratic family!"

Yuan Huyuan naturally included Li Mutian in his words, which was a bit far-fetched, but at least it was auspicious words. Li Qinghong smiled and thanked him, and then heard the sound of falling snow, and a young man in black came into the hall.

Li Yuanjiao sent Li Ximing away this time, and he actually caught a demon cultivator on the way. However, at the peak of his fetal breath, there was a huge difference between the demon cultivator practicing qi and those who had never practiced qi. He was immediately slapped to death by Li Yuanjiao. Come back with a storage bag.

He shook off the snow on his body, holding a bloody storage bag in his hand, breathing hot air from his mouth, throwing the storage bag on the case, glanced at Yuan Huyuan, and said suspiciously:

"Who is this?"

"Yuan Huyuan of the Yuan family."

Yuan Huyuan answered, and Li Qinghong introduced the situation. Li Yuanjiao also nodded with a smile and replied:

"I've met senior."

He had already guessed it and was not surprised. Yuan Huyuan continued:

"Senior Xuanfeng has been promoted by Master Yuan again and is already a general in Yishan City! He can also be regarded as a member of the Qingchi Sect. Things are different now."

The brother and sister looked at each other. The Li family had been tricked by the Zi Mansion for so long, and they had long lost trust in these Qingchi Zi Mansion. They only thought they wanted to do bad things and smiled reluctantly.

But Yuan Huyuan said mysteriously:

"Zhen Yuanzhen has always been alone. He is not close to any of the purple houses in the sect, and there are no immortal peaks or aristocratic families under his command. Your family can seize this opportunity..."

Looking at the two brothers and sisters thoughtfully, he laughed, cupped his hands, and said with a smile:

"The words have been brought, let's take my leave!"

The two of them were sent out of the formation, still puzzled. When they returned to the palace, Li Yuanjiao said:

"Master Yue heard that it was [the sound of the cave spring], which is incompatible with the [engraved stone]... This immortal base is probably only useful for the Boring Gold Gate..."

Li Qinghong remembered something and whispered:

"[Dongquan Sound]? My family has a skill called [Dongquan Sound], which is the "Dongquan Cheling Jue" practiced by Uncle Xuanxuan. Unfortunately, it is only at the third level... and it can only be practiced to the level of foundation building."

"If it is Qingchi Sect's technique, even if it is the same immortal base, it will definitely be more than three levels."

The two argued to no avail and had no choice but to give up. Li Yuanjiao took out a cyan jade bottle from his storage bag and said with a smile:

"Look at this thing."

Li Yuanjiao's hard work on this trip was not just as simple as escorting the junior.

Back then, Li Xuanxuan got a heaven and earth spiritual water from the storage bag of the demon cultivator in Fangshi. He still doesn't know how to get it. Now that he has the opportunity, he asked Xiao Yuansi on the way.

Xiao Yuansi was well-informed. After a little investigation, he took out a few books and compared them, and he knew the basics of this thing.

Looking at Li Qinghong's confused look, Li Yuanjiao replied:

"This thing is the spiritual water of heaven and earth. It is comparable to a treasure medicine. It is called [Earth Evil Cold Spring]. It can eliminate fire poison and increase evil spirits... It can be used in conjunction with many techniques. It is a good spiritual water."

"Comparable to precious medicine?"

Li Qinghong immediately held it tighter.

Treasure medicine is not simply a foundation-building spiritual object. Spiritual objects such as [Wanling Flower] can only be called foundation-building spiritual objects, but cannot be called treasure medicine. The gap between the two is huge. very.

Foundation-building spiritual objects are only spiritual objects that can have an effect on Foundation-building monks, but some of the best medicines are so miraculous that even the Zi Mansion will covet them.

The two put away the heaven and earth spiritual water, then took out Li Xizhi's letter and read it carefully.

After more than ten breaths, Li Yuanjiao silently put away the letter. Li Qinghong stood with a gun, and could see clearly with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness. He bit his silver teeth lightly and said in a deep voice:

"One hundred and twenty spiritual stones? Are you crazy? Why does the spiritual energy of heaven and earth demand such a price?! You are clearly blackmailing my family!"

Having said that, Li Qinghong looked at his brother who was silent, not knowing what he was thinking, and said tentatively:

"I still have to help Zhi'er..."

Li Yuanjiao gently put away the letter, gritted his teeth, raised his brows, and looked gloomy:

"Minato... I have to sell the spiritual belongings of the clan to get it for Zhi'er!"

He paused and said in a deep voice:

"How many spiritual stones are there in the house?"

Li Yuanping on the side stepped forward and replied:

"There are more than eighty more."

Li Yuanping just finished speaking and quickly emphasized:

"The day to pay the tribute is not long, brother! We already gave Qingxiao a sum of spiritual stones, but now we are in a difficult situation and can no longer take them out for use!"