The pear tree on the wall is snowy and delicate

Chapter 336: Xiangshe Long Quli Yuanqing

Outside the Wuji Hall, a little girl was leaning against an old man, one was meditating and regulating her breathing, the other was playing with her hairband, the two of them were sitting in the corridor, leisurely and indifferent. The setting sun was sinking, casting a pool of golden light, and under the reflection of the bluestone slabs, the Three Pure Ones in the hall were covered with a bright and peaceful light.

"Master brother is obviously a very talented person, but why does he only practice the Qinghui Heart Method?" The little girl asked halfheartedly while twisting her braids.

The old man smiled and touched the girl's head and asked, "Why do you think that is?"

The little girl looked at the old man, her big watery eyes blinking again and again: "How can a child like me know about your affairs?"

The old man smiled even more kindly when he heard this, and the little girl was so angry that she felt like she was complaining in her heart - why is that? He just doesn't know. Old people become cunning and their minds are hard to predict. How could she know what this old man was thinking?

Looking at the clever little girl, the old man pondered for a moment before speaking: "Junior sister, you often go to Langhuan Pavilion recently. Have you ever read 'Choking and digging a well, dying and seeking medical treatment'?"

The little girl shook her head. She was tired of reading all those strange stories, so how could she have the time to read these things?

"The Book of Songs says, 'Before the rain, we will clear the mulberry soil and prepare the windows.' Today's life seems peaceful, but we can't be careless. As the saying goes, 'There is no danger in the smooth flow, but we often hear of drowning.' Even if there seems to be no danger, we must tighten the string in our hearts and take precautions before it happens, so that we can live a peaceful life for the rest of our lives."

The girl nodded as if she understood, then as if she had thought of something, she asked with a smile: "The second sage said 'a seven-year illness requires three years of treatment with moxa', is this the truth?"

The old man was very pleased. He smiled and praised the little girl, then picked her up and walked into the hall.

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"Fourth Junior Brother, it seems that there are only two of us left," Shangqing glanced at Qianyuan and Chengxin who were seriously injured, then turned to Donghui and said, "Are you willing to join me in fighting demons and defending the Way?"

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Master Donghui stood up with a smile, "Even though I'm going to die, I still have no regrets!" He made a finger gesture and said, "I'll let you go first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of spiritual energy burst out from Master Donghui's body, and then he was wrapped in golden lightning and flew towards the Demon Lord.

Master Donghui came at him with great force, but the Demon Lord did not panic. He just gently sent the Lingxiang, who was still in a trance, to the side of Guimian, and then stepped on Master Donghui's shoulder.

"Good boy, you didn't read "Xuantian Fragments" in vain."

As the Demon Lord spoke, he exerted force on his feet, trying to step Dong Hui into the ground, but Master Dong Hui roared and withstood all the force of the Demon Lord. At this moment, the golden lightning around Dong Hui was like a golden snake, wrapping around the Demon Lord's feet.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Lord jumped lightly on his toes and flew into the air, but those golden thunders seemed to have eyes, and no matter how high the Demon Lord flew, they still entangled him and chased him.

This is the Wandering Thunder Golden Vine, which is the thunder technique that Master Donghui is most proficient in.

The Demon Lord was chased by golden thunders, and the roar of magic was deafening. But the Demon Lord did not panic. With just a flick of his finger, he dispersed the thunders that were rushing towards him.

When the thunder dissipated, a man jumped out from the lightning, his fingers kept changing, and rays of spiritual light gathered, like the bright moon in the night sky, cold and gentle.

It’s the Shangqing Zhenren!
Shangqing Zhenren made a gesture, and a beam of clear light shot out, pointing directly at the Demon Lord in mid-air. But the Demon Lord did not dodge, but just smiled, as if very satisfied, and let the demon-eliminating clear light pass through his body.

As Shangqing Zhenren landed and stood still, the demon-killing light gradually dissipated, but the Demon Lord hanging in the air remained unharmed.

"You have improved a lot." The Demon Lord smiled and landed lightly.

Taoist Shangqing frowned and looked at Taoist Donghui - it really didn't work.

However, at this moment, the Demon Lord suddenly disappeared. Shangqing Donghui and the others were shocked and were about to turn around when two rays of light pierced through their bodies.

Qinghui pointed again.

Shangqing and Donghui were hit, their spiritual power dissipated and they had no strength left. The two old men half-knelt on the ground, unable to stand up for a while, looking very wasted. And the Demon Lord did not seem to intend to let them go.

The Demon Lord looked down from above, gathering spiritual energy in his hands again, and was about to use the Qinghui Finger again. If this finger hit the two real people again, it would hurt their lifespans.

If you try to disperse your spiritual power after it has dissipated, your life will be in danger.

However, at this moment, the Yuanqing disciples who had just recovered from the Lingxiang magic raised their swords and stabbed at the Demon Lord. But the Demon Lord just grinned, flipped his hand, and a stream of air burst out, knocking all the disciples away.

At this moment, the rosy skin on the Demon Lord's hands gradually became dry and wrinkled. Seeing this, Ghost Face murmured, "Is the medicine working..."

Hearing this, Lingxiang seemed to understand something, and broke free from Ghost Face's grip. She boldly stepped forward and said, "Besides Qinghui Finger, don't you know any other moves?"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord quickly hid his hands in his sleeves, but Lingxiang did not stop: "You have already achieved the purpose of this trip, why are you still staying here? Are you trying to show off your high level of cultivation?" Lingxiang sneered and said: "I don't think so! You only used one set of Qinghui and one finger, and the rest is just a waste of spiritual power. Even someone with a low level of cultivation like me can't squander it as recklessly as you do."

"Xiang'er, are you questioning your father?" Demon Lord Boyan turned his back and looked towards the north.

"You said you were my father, but I don't think you are." Lingxiang walked to the side of the Demon Lord and looked into the distance like him.

"My father is a kind person. He would never kill his disciples, let alone strangers. But you are so cruel today. How can I believe it?"

Seeing that the Demon Lord remained silent, Lingxiang sighed: "No matter who you are, why do you repeatedly attack my Yuanqing? Why do you want to seize the Dust-Seeing Mirror this time?"

The Demon Lord did not answer her question, but took a deep breath and said, "Can you summon souls?" Lingxiang was stunned when she heard this. To her, summoning souls was easy. Every year on the night before the death of Fairy Tumi, she would perform it in front of her grave, but what did this have to do with the Demon Lord?
"I'm afraid it has never been successful before?" The Demon Lord chuckled and looked at Lingxiang: "The tomb is empty, how can it succeed?"

"You...how do you..." How do you know that she is performing necromancy?
Lingxiang frowned, then her eyes widened: "Could it be!?"

The Demon Lord looked towards the north again: "Are you willing to go to the Demon Realm with Daddy?"

Lingxiang frowned even more tightly when she heard that. She pondered for a moment and was about to agree, but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Long Qi.

“Spiritual incense!”

Lingxiang turned around and looked at Long Qi, who was shaking his head desperately.

Although Long Qi was a bit reckless, he was not an ignorant person. He had heard about the Demon Realm. If Lingxiang followed the Demon Lord to the Demon Realm, she would never see him again in this life.

The land of the netherworld is not a place that everyone can set foot in.

Lingxiang turned around and looked at Long Qi, with ambiguous emotions in her eyes. She stared at Long Qi, and Long Qi was also very flustered.

"Okay! I'll go with you!" Lingxiang said firmly, without moving her eyes away.

"Spiritual incense!" Master Fuyin was shocked. The Demon Lord just snapped his fingers and he flew out.

Seeing this, Lingxiang repeatedly shouted: "If you want me to go with you, you must stop hurting anyone here and tell those minions of yours to retreat immediately!"

Although the Demon Lord was much taller than Lingxiang, Lingxiang was still overwhelming and refused to give in. Her eyes were firm and she was not afraid at all.

The Demon Lord stared at the exquisite little man in front of him for a long time, and the two seemed to be in a confrontation. Just when everyone was sweating and thought that the Demon Lord was angry, the Demon Lord suddenly laughed wildly.

"Did you hear what the princess said? Why don't you leave immediately?"

The Demon Lord looked very happy: "To be able to have such momentum, you are worthy of being my daughter!"

Ling Xiang sneered: "I'm afraid it's too early to be happy. Whether you and I are related is another matter. It's not impossible for me to go with you, but you have to agree to one condition of mine."

"What are the conditions?" the Demon Lord asked with interest.

"Recall all demons from the mortal world and never set foot in the human world again!"

Hearing this, Demon Lord Boyan narrowed his eyes, and his handsome face became inexplicably cold, exuding a dangerous aura.

But Lingxiang looked on calmly without any fear: "What? Don't agree?"

Long Qi had never seen Lingxiang like this before. He was a little surprised but called Lingxiang beggingly, hoping that she could change back to her original appearance. But Lingxiang didn't even look at him and continued to confront the Demon Lord.

Facing the pressure from the Demon Lord, Lingxiang had no intention of retreating. The two of them were like sculptures, but their momentum was imminent.

After an unknown amount of time, the Demon Lord finally compromised. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around Lingxiang: "I accept it!"

Hearing this, all the elders frowned and sighed. Long Qi was even more frightened and called out repeatedly: "Lingxiang! Don't go!" But Lingxiang ignored him and followed the Demon Lord on her own.

Perhaps feeling annoyed, the Demon Lord raised his hand and pointed at Long Qi, then attacked him with great force, pushing him against the stone railing, causing him to cough up blood immediately.

Even so, Long Qi was still unwilling to give up. He crawled and stretched out his hand, trying to hold Lingxiang. However, no matter how hard he tried, the two were always separated by a distance.

Perhaps Lingxiang softened her heart, she pulled her hood and turned her head, but did not look at Long Qi.

"We have never met before. We have only known each other for a short time. Now our fate has ended. From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other!"

The hood covered Lingxiang's eyes, and only her delicate face could be seen. After saying this, she turned her head resolutely.

all of these……

Everything is exactly the same as in my dream that day!
"Spiritual fragrance...Spiritual fragrance..."

At this time, Long Qi was lying on the ground. He had no strength left in his body, but he still tried hard to hold up his body and stretched out his hands, as if he could keep the spiritual fragrance in this way.

"Ling Xiang!" Long Qi stared at Ling Xiang's receding figure and shouted loudly, but it was all in vain. Ling Xiang did not even turn around, and followed the Demon Lord into the black cloud, blending into the endless darkness in the sky.

Monsters rose up from the ground one after another, forming a black mass, and scrambled to follow the dark cloud.

After a long time, the dark clouds dispersed. The mountain suddenly became dead silent, completely lifeless, just like Long Qi's heart. He finally couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground, his consciousness gradually becoming chaotic. Even so, in the dark, Long Qi continued to call Ling Xiang's name, but the sound was like a gossamer, like a whisper.

"Spiritual fragrance...Spiritual fragrance..."

(End of this chapter)