Qixuan

"Okay, the trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain? I admire it." Ji Chen clapped his hands in admiration, "It seems that you are deliberately showing off your feet. How many of you got in?"

The female ghost cultivator just looked at Ji Chen expressionlessly.

Ji Chen waited for a long time without waiting for the result, so he simply sent a signal, and Yanhua came to pick up the baby in Ji Chen's arms.

"All ready?"

Yuhua nodded, "All defenses have been deployed."

"Okay, I'll go in and have a look, I'll leave this place to you and Ye Feng." After speaking, Ji Chen climbed over the wall and jumped into Xiaoyun City.

There was chaos in Xiaoyun City, the burly Yin soldiers held up their halberds and wrecked the houses, there was no one on the street, Ji Chen nodded in satisfaction, and he drew a huge magic circle on the ground with Luli.

"Come on, never die!"

After the formation, a roar resounded in the sky above Xiaoyun City, and puppets rose from the ground one by one, roaring and rushing towards the Yin soldiers.

Lu Li spun a circle in Ji Chen's hand, and wiped the blade with the other hand, blood droplets splashed out along the blade, and landed on the magic circle, all the puppets emitted traces of devilish energy, they Roaring, he rushed towards the Yin soldiers.

Ji Chen shook his hand and said with a smile: "Since Your Excellency is already here, why do you need to hide?"

The male ghost Xiu came from a distance, the manjushahua on his left face was exactly the same as the female ghost Xiu, he took out the whip from his waist and rushed towards Ji Chen without saying a word.

The whip wrapped around Lu Li's blade, and the two were at a stalemate.

A sound of bone flute came out, and the sky filled with skeletons rushed towards the male ghost Xiu.

Yu Yaoyi stood on the roof in the distance, and with a sound of red clothes fluttering in the wind, he put down the bone flute, "I know a thing or two about ghosts, and I was worried that no one would ask me for advice, so it came to my door."

The male ghost xiu threw out the long whip and scattered the skeletons in the air.

"You stole the limelight." Ji Chen pointed to himself and said, "Then what should I do?"

Yu Yaoyi concentrated on playing the bone flute, and replied in time: "Just concentrate on watching."

"The young master has me!" Duanyu's immature voice came from behind, "Young master, what's the hurry?"

Ji Chen quickly backed away, the place where he was originally standing was shaken by the broken jade, and the broken stones flew, Ji Chen touched the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, "Hey, it's really a surprise."

Duanyu: "Where's my brother?"

Duanyu suddenly patted his forehead annoyed, "I almost forgot, the current battlefield is no longer suitable for him, after all, he is a useless person without a golden core."

Ji Chen frowned and looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "If you follow this kind of logic, wouldn't you be a dead person?! Yes, yes, you were already dead, the witch boy in Southern Xinjiang, after death Unable to rest in peace, a ghost king formed by the resentment of Huangquan."

Duanyu's expression froze on his face.

"Why, am I wrong?" Ji Chen spread his hands, showing a very innocent look.

Duanyu raised her chin, "Yes, what you said is quite right, but I'm curious, who will protect you like my brother today." After speaking, Duanyu attacked Ji Chen.

Ghost Qi unfolded behind Duanyu with a "hula", like a huge black net.

Ji Chen turned the hilt of Luli's knife in his hand, and rushed towards Duanyu, the devilish energy rushed towards Duanyu centered on him.

Ji Chen landed on the roof where Duanyu stretched out his hand, the blade was stained with black liquid, Duanyu looked at the wound on his waist, stretched out his hand to gently lick it, and the wound healed immediately.

Ji Chen reached out to touch the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned to look at Duanyu.

Duanyu clapped his hands, "This is not what it used to be, my young master."

"Still not as good as you."

Duanyu tidied up her robes, "As for me, I'm here to give you an invitation today. The Sword Sacrifice Conference at Qixuan Mountain is coming soon. How about I show the young master a good show?"

"Watching a movie?" Ji Chen lifted up the hem of his clothes and wiped off the liquid on Luli, "Do I still have to spend money to buy theater tickets?"

Duanyu laughed and said: "Since the young master is invited to watch a play, naturally the young master will not be charged. It is almost at the Sword Sacrifice Conference, or choose that day."

"Sword Sacrifice Conference? Are you interested in the internal competition in Qixuan Mountain?"

"That's right, it's a pity that the talented disciple who was brilliant in the past can't be more generous this time." Duanyu pretended to be sorry.

Ji Chen sneered, "Isn't that thanks to you?"

"I won't talk to the young master anymore, we will see you at the Sword Sacrifice Conference." Duanyu waved his hand to make the Yin soldiers retreat, and the two ghost cultivators also rushed over from a distance, and the three of them disappeared in Xiaoyun City together.

Ji Chen suddenly felt the devilish energy in his body go up and down, extremely unstable, he moved his chest to suppress the discomfort, Ye Feng saw that his expression was wrong, and put his hand on Ji Chen's wrist, "It's the medicine sequelae."

Ji Chen secretly waved Ye Feng's hand, signaling him to keep quiet.

"Boss Yu, you did me such a big favor today, I want to thank you very much, how about treating you to a drink?" Ji Chen looked at Yu Yaoyi who was flying from the sky from a distance and smiled.

Yu Yaoyi glanced at Ye Feng who was beside Ji Chen, "Okay, you can't go back on your word, the wine can't be worse than Guan Yuan."

"That's natural."

【Tianji Gate of Tianquan Peak, Qixuan Mountain】

It was night, Xie Ziqing went to the backyard with his sword in his arms, planning to practice for a while, when he got to the backyard and saw through the moonlight, Yan Heng was sitting in the pavilion, with his hands on the strings, and he would not move until he came one time.

The sound of Lingling's piano is like ripples blooming on the water.

Qie Ziqing held the long sword in his arms, saluted reluctantly, "Master Uncle."

Yan Heng stood up when he heard the sound, and walked towards him against the moonlight.

"It's so late, is there something on your mind?" Qie Ziqing took a step back and distanced himself from Yan Heng.

Yan Heng usually has a warm and smiling face, and he is also gentle and refined to others, but Qie Ziqing sees him more and more like

hypocrite.

"Nothing." Yan Heng shook his head, "The moon is good tonight, I'm here to enjoy the moon, how about you?"

"Oh, then I won't disturb my uncle's elegance, I'll go to practice swords elsewhere." Qie Ziqing left with his long sword in his arms.

Yan Heng stopped him from behind, "Ziqing, do you still remember when you came to Qixuan Mountain?"

Qie Ziqing: "Uncle Hui, when I was ten years old, you and my master brought me to Mount Qixuan."

"How does the master treat you?"

Qie Ziqing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Heng with some puzzlement, "It's natural that the master treats me well, what's the uncle's intention?"

"Unintentionally." Yan Heng laughed, "I hope you still remember what you said today, if you do something, don't regret it, but also think about it."

to its own consequences. "

A sternness flashed in Qie Ziqing's eyes, "Ziqing, please remember."

Yan Heng nodded, turned around and went back to the pavilion, the dew was still quite heavy at night, some dewdrops formed on the strings after a while, Yan Heng lightly

After plucking it, the strings trembled, and dewdrops fell on the body of the piano.

Ji Chen walked around behind Yan Heng quietly, intending to scare him, but was startled by the sudden sound of the piano.

When Yan Heng turned around, he saw Ji Chen's timid movement, his hands raised to his chest like a groundhog.

Ji Chen was embarrassed, he felt that this action was a bit silly, he hurriedly put his hand down, and scratched his hair by the way, "The weather is really nice tonight."

"Is it cold?" Yan Heng stepped forward and shook Ji Chen's hand, it was still warm, but the smell of alcohol made Yan Heng frowned, "Have you drank so much wine?"

"Not much, not much." Ji Chen smirked and waved his hands, "I'm still awake." After speaking, Ji Chen hiccupped.

"I'm talking nonsense, but I'm still awake." Yan Heng reached out and rubbed Ji Chen's face.

Ji Chen squinted his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

A gust of night wind froze Ji Chen half awake, he opened his eyes, and a black figure landed silently less than five steps away from him.

"Who asked you to come to this kind of place?!" Ji Chen was furious, "Get out, did I tell you to come here to find me?"

The black shadow leaned over to salute, and left as quietly as when he came.

Yan Heng asked: "Who is it?"

Ji Chen knocked his forehead on Yan Heng's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "People from Tianmen, probably have something to tell me, hey, it's up to you."

Yan Heng pressed Ji Chen's forehead silently, Ji Chen's temper came and went quickly, a little impermanent.

A wave of drunkenness rushed over his head, knocking out Ji Chen's rationality, he raised his head and pulled Yan Heng to giggle, talking nonsense

Bad drunk talk.

Yan Heng said softly, "Does your head hurt anymore?"

Ji Chen shook his head, he stretched out his hand to hold Yan Heng's hand, took off the ring of his index finger, and pressed it on Yan Heng's ring finger indiscriminately, and said with a joke: "Young master's entire wealth is here, Please keep the beauty safe until I come back."

"What, are you leaving now?"

"No, there will be a long time to come." Ji Chen smiled, held Yan Heng's face in his arms and kissed him left and right, "Could it be that beauty doesn't want me, and I don't want beauty too, what should I do?"

"As you said, the future will last forever." As he spoke, Yan Heng stretched out his hands to straighten Ji Chen's clothes.

The two of them didn't dare to speak too loudly, only disturbing the bright moonlight and the people in front of them.

The shadow guard of Tianmen stood quietly at the foot of Qixuan Mountain. Seeing Ji Chen appearing and handing over the letter in his hands, Ji Chen nodded, and the shadow guard disappeared immediately.

Ji Chen breathed out the smell of alcohol, a pot of yellow soup was nothing to him, but now he was so dizzy and trembling that he didn't open the letter three or four times.

Ji Chen crumpled the letter up and threw it on the ground as if venting. He sighed deeply and collected himself, then picked up the letter paper. He could almost guess the contents inside, but he just didn't dare to open it.

"What kind of nerve am I doing?! It's not that I paid the wrong person with all my sincerity." Ji Chen beat his head, and he picked up the paper on the ground and burned it to ashes.

Ji Chen himself didn't know why he suddenly asked someone to find out what Yan Heng had done recently in a daze, maybe it was really like what Yu Yaoyi said, his nature was so suspicious, treacherous, and ruthless.

Thinking of this, Ji Chen laughed at himself, he stretched out his hand to touch his little finger, a red light flashed in Huang Quan, and then Ji Chen disappeared on Qixuan Mountain.

Ling Shuangzi put down the teacup in his hand, and the cold moonlight was shining in the bamboo forest. The aura of heaven and earth was sweeping over the remaining demonic energy. Qixuan Mountain was originally a holy place for cultivating Taoism, sacred and inviolable, and the traces of demonic energy that existed seemed a bit abrupt.

"Junior Brother, are you just letting him go like this?"

Xuan Qingzi lowered his eyes to add water to Ling Shuangzi. He allowed Ji Chen to enter the Tianji Gate at will. He thought he could hide Ling Shuangzi from it, but he didn't expect it to be revealed so quickly.

"Brother, I..." Xuan Qingzi pursed his lips, choking for words.

Ling Shuangzi: "I know he is the son of Junior Sister Yuque, but he is also the son of Ji Yefeng. Although Zhengdao and Moxiu have been fighting against the ghost king, once this calamity is over, this son must die!"

Xuan Qingzi looked at Ling Shuangzi in astonishment, and retorted: "Senior brother, what you do is against morality. You can't involve the younger generation in the matter of the previous generation. You can’t just deprive him of everything.”

Ling Shuangzi glanced at Xuan Qingzi reproachfully, as if blaming him for overreacting, "Junior brother, if you want to blame him, blame him for being born in this world. We are the target of everyone's criticism. No matter what happens to Ji Chen in the future, he can't stay. You can't let Master's hard work be ruined in my hands, why don't you take advantage of this to break up Qiyun Mountain to avoid future troubles."

Xuan Qingzi frowned and said: "Since cultivating Taoism has become popular in Kyushu, the height of trees has always attracted the wind, and Qixuan Mountain has been ranked first all year round. Even if there is any accident, Master will not blame senior brother. Besides, the cultivating families headed by the four major families They are also restraining each other, so it is difficult to be one, so why do senior brothers care?"

"Born in sorrow, died in peace. If I can't cover everything, what should I do in the future at Qixuan Mountain? Qin Yanming's incident is an example, and it's inevitable that there won't be a second or third in the future." Ling Shuangzi finished drinking the slightly cool tea , and continued: "Junior brother, it's late at night, go to bed early."

Xuan Qingzi looked at Ling Shuangzi's retreating back, and sighed heavily.

"Master, why are you sighing?" Yan Heng put the kettle on the stove and made Xuan Qingzi a cup of passionate tea.

Xuan Qingzi said in surprise: "Heng'er, when did you... come?"

"I just arrived when the master master left." Yan Heng lowered his head to clean the tea set, refill the kettle and keep the water warm on the stove.

Xuan Qingzi nodded, heaved a sigh of relief, and asked, "Is your health better?"

"There is no serious problem, please worry about it, Master." Yan Heng raised his head after arranging the clean tea set.

Xuan Qingzi: "What are your plans for the future?"

Yan Heng: "I will leave before the sword sacrifice meeting."

Xuan Qingzi was stunned. Although he knew that Yan Heng had plans to leave Qixuan Mountain, Xuan Qingzi was a little caught off guard when he heard that Yan Heng had decided on a time to come. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you want to stay first? After the Sword Sacrifice Conference, I will discuss it with your uncles and uncles to see if it is possible..."

"Master is confused, have you ever seen someone who has re-formed a pill?" Yan Heng said with a smile: "Besides, I still have the inheritance of the Hell Envoy on me. If it doesn't matter, please rest assured, Master."

Xuan Qingzi thought for a moment, then said softly: "Heng'er...can't you stay on Tianquan Peak?"

Yan Heng grew up by Xuan Qingzi's side since he was a child, and Yue Lan joined him at the age of 16. Although they are both apprentices, their degree of intimacy is somewhat different. Xuan Qingzi grew up caring for Yan Heng and taught him how to read and write. , holding a sword and forming a seal, just like a biological child.At this time Yan Heng proposed to leave, Xuan Qingzi was almost reluctant in his heart.

Yan Heng smiled and said: "Master, I want to travel all over the Kyushu, to see the scenery of various places, to experience the life of ordinary people, and it is not in vain to come to this world."

Xuan Qingzi nodded in agreement, "It's always a good idea, Ji Chen..."

"Master, don't worry, he still has more important things to do." Yan Heng added water to Xuan Qingzi again, "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Master should rest earlier, and this disciple will leave first."

Xuan Qingzi looked at Yan Heng hesitantly, but finally waved his hands helplessly, "Go, let's rest."

Yan Heng was walking towards his residence under the moonlight, when a lark landed on his shoulder and poked Yan Heng's cheek with the bird peck.

"What are you going to do?"

"The quagmire is too deep, and the mud is strangling people to death. If you want to rescue people, you have to use some strength." Yan Heng reached out and smoothed the lark's feathers.

Lark asked: "Are you sincere to Mr. Ji?"

"It doesn't matter if it's true or false, after all, it's just a matter between the two of us." Yan Heng looked at Lark with some displeasure.

"This subordinate is talking too much, please forgive me." Lark lowered his head.

"In a few days, you will leave Qixuan Mountain with me."

"Yes."

【Miaoyin Gate of Tianji Peak in Qixuan Mountain】

Qie Ziqing went straight to Fairy Miaoyin's residence after practicing the sword. Originally, she shouldn't disturb Fairy Miaoyin at this late hour, but after so many things, Qie Ziqing felt that it was right for her to apologize to Fairy Miaoyin for what happened in Beiyan Mountain. Thinking of this, Qie Ziqing clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Fairy Miaoyin also seems to have just returned from going out, wearing a long sleeve of dew.

"Uncle Master!" Qie Ziqing called out to stop her.

Fairy Miaoyin: "Ziqing? What's the matter so late?"

Xie Ziqing looked at Fairy Miaoyin uneasily.

Fairy Miaoyin understood, she opened the door and walked in, "It's cold at night, come in and say something."

"Thank you, Master Uncle!" Qie Ziqing walked into the room and closed the door, "I was wrong about what happened to Master Uncle last time, so I shouldn't talk back to you. Ziqing will apologize to you here." After speaking, Qie Ziqing raised his hand and saluted.

Fairy Miaoyin leaned over to help Qie Ziqing up, "Master Uncle spoke a little too harshly about what happened last time."

Xie Ziqing smiled, and he handed the porcelain vase that he had been holding in his hand to Fairy Miaoyin, "This is what my master asked me to bring, and he said yes

To restore the vitality of the body, ask the master to eat earlier. "

"Okay, thank Junior Brother Xuan Qingzi for me." Fairy Miaoyin reached out to take the porcelain bottle, her face softened a bit.

"It's getting late, master and uncle rested earlier, Ziqing will leave first." After speaking, Qie Ziqing exited the room.

At night, the occasional chirping of insects reminds those who are hiding in the dark and ready to move. They are dormant, waiting for an opportunity to drink blood. When the East is polished, everything returns to calm.

In the early morning, the disciples of Miaoyin Sect waited for an hour in the martial arts arena, and began to urge Lin Xuanyin to go to Fairy Miaoyin's room to have a look.

"Master, are you up yet?" Lin Xuanyin knocked on the door.

There was silence.

"Master, are you uncomfortable?" Lin Xuanyin tried to push the door after she finished speaking, but she found that there was no restriction on the door.

Lin Xuanyin's chest suddenly trembled, and she comforted herself in her heart before pushing the door open.

The carved wooden door is like a seal, once the bloody smell inside is pushed away.

Lin Xuanyin's face turned pale, and she ran towards the inner room.

"Master!!!"

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