Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Di Liyoujie silently raised his head, and the cold light and swords around him disappeared one after another. He finally had the opportunity to stand up slowly and vaguely see the prince's face.

Li Zhouwei turned the horse's head and left, leaving Di Liyoujie standing in place. The Yuting guards who were protecting him withdrew from the village one after another, leaving only a group of clan soldiers standing on both sides. The sinister young man still stood with his arms folded, coldly Look at him:

'The lucky barbarian...'

Chen Yang's own family is the first-class Wang surnamed Chen in the towns of Dongren, and he is of Li family descent. Even if he follows Li Zhouwei, he is also a noble son when he returns to the towns. He thinks that he is an immortal, and he looks down on this barbarian from the bottom of his heart. .

Li Zhouwei could see through people's hearts, so Chen Yang naturally put away his claws and pretended to be obedient in front of him. As soon as Li Zhouwei left, he returned to his old ways, his gray-black eyes looked carefully, he stepped forward, helped Di Liyoujie up, and his face changed. He could read it faster than flipping through a book, and said with a smile:

"Brother Di Li! I'm Chen Yang, you and I will be working together now, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Di Liyoujie quickly lowered his head, showing a humble expression, and whispered:

"It all depends on senior's guidance!"

Chen Yang nodded, with a warm smile on his face, as if he was really a good friend. He smiled and said:

"There are twenty-one people in the city who bully the people all the time. The prince means that there is no need to stay. I will lead the troops there. As for recruiting the tribesmen, recording the charges, organizing the clan soldiers, and placing confidants... I don't need to teach the clan leader. ?”

Di Liyoujie said respectfully:

"The villain must arrange everything neatly."

Chen Yang took his hand enthusiastically, and then let go as they mounted the horse, saying softly:

"Brother Di Li, there are quite a lot of people in these twenty-one noble tribes. Please check the list..."

The young man in black made a playful and fearful expression, and whispered beside him:

"Don't miss anyone... The prince has lived in the fairy mountain for generations and is not afraid of revenge. You and I have a family, but we can't afford the drama of revenge for the heirs!"

"I understand, little one!"

Di Liyoujie narrowed his eyes and nodded, and the two of them gradually walked into the city. Seeing the cold shining weapons everywhere, Chen Yang smiled and said:

"Then please do it."

His words were cold, and Di Liyoujie immediately understood. He took off the horn from his waist, put it under his beard, and began to blow.

As he rode forward, Di Liyoujie looked at the plump faces of the nobles in the city with shock. His soldiers filed in, and a burning desire for dominance arose in his heart, as if he had a mouthful of fine wine drunk in his heart, which overwhelmed him. Ecstatic.

"The Yedun family robbed my house the year before last and massacred his family first."

Di Liyou explained.

…

There were swords and soldiers everywhere in the Great Jue Court, but Beishan Yue was silent.

Beishan is adjacent to Da Jueting. There is a mountain range on the boundary. Beyond this are two plains with a relatively large population. Li Xijun and Kong Heng came on the wind and stopped on this mountain.

According to what Velaya said, Jiao Zhongzi was arrogant, and the exercises he practiced were very difficult and did not require much blood. Therefore, Beishan Yue had a large population. There were more than 10,000 people in the plain below his feet. There are many villages, big and small.

Li Xijun took a closer look, and saw that Li Ximing also came with the light, all dressed in brilliance, majestic in the middle stage of foundation construction, with fluttering Taoist robes, which seemed a bit fairy-like.

Li Xijun whispered:

"There is only one thing at the moment... Although Zi Jiaozhong is missing, his subordinate Mu Mili and the foundation-building mount are in Beishan Yue. They must be surrounded and killed first."

"According to what Velaya said, Mu Mili practiced 'Listening to Xingchen', which is an ancient skill that can detect unfavorable words within a hundred miles. Don't get too close to Wushan, or he will listen to you."

The three of them didn't need to guess too much. There was a high probability that this person was in Wushan. They just didn't know if Wushan had any back-ups, so they still hoped to lure him out.

Li Ximing listened to his words and replied:

"If Mu Mili is really loyal, how can he sit back and watch Beishan getting captured by my family? All he needs to do is go to Beishan Yue Wang's Court, and he can naturally force Mu Mili out."

"This should be pushed back later."

Li Xijun shook his head slightly, looked at Kong Heng, and whispered:

"Shanyue's witchcraft is weird. My family has already suffered a loss once, and this time I have to ask the mage to take care of my heir apparent."

Kong Heng waved his hands quickly, closed his eyes in a low voice, and replied:

"Despite Xijun's orders, my body will be left alone, and I feel extremely guilty in my heart."

Li Xijun withdrew his gaze from a distance, looked into his eyes gently, and replied:

"When I come here this time, I will first ask the mage to take a look at my heir apparent."

Several people rode the wind back together. Kong Heng asked thoughtfully:

"This Shanyue's 'Listening to Xingchen' is quite similar to a certain Taoist spiritual power in my Buddhist teachings. If I gain anything from this, I hope to take a look at this technique."

"Of course it's not a problem."

Li Xijun responded to him, and suddenly remembered something he had remembered in his family history, and said to himself:

"I heard that there is a big demon in the demon cave in Dali Mountain, and it can even hear things within a thousand miles... I am afraid it is of the same lineage as 'Listening to Xingchen'!"

…

The sun was setting in the west, the sky was red, and a red cloud was floating. The shouts in the city had gradually weakened, showing a silent drowsiness.

The villages around Dajueting were closed tightly, and no one dared to go out. Every household under the ancient city wall was closed tightly, and blood flowed on the roads.

This ancient city has been occupied countless times, and slaves and tribesmen have always been sacrificed to present the new master. The slaughter of nobles and wizards for the first time has a new flavor, and the resistance is particularly fierce.

The sky was filled with monks, and despite these people resisting stubbornly, a few nobles and wizards tried to fly, but were knocked down from the air and fell into pieces.

Chen Yang led the people out of the courtyard. Human heads, bone ornaments and feathers were scattered all over the ground. Dozens of clan soldiers carried their heads into the courtyard. Chen Yang stepped over the blood, wiped the blood on his left hand, and said with a smile:

"This man is so lustful that he actually has twenty-seven concubines and over a hundred female slaves. He has been in drought for many years, but he still has so much food..."

The Di Li family soldiers on the left and right didn't look very good-looking. Chen Yang slashed the people in the courtyard to pieces with his own sword. Even these people looked frightened. Naturally, no one dared to respond to him. Chen Yang raised his eyebrows:

"Shouldn't he be killed?"

"It should...of course it should!"

Di Liyoujie responded, and her mind had changed a lot about this person. She thought he was just a young man, but he didn't expect that he was really ruthless, so he just kept silently on guard.

Di Liyoujie calculated according to the list. All the nobles of Dajueting were slaughtered. The bloodline of these generations of practitioners was broken. There would be no Qi practicing monks for at least several decades. Naturally, the Li family didn't care, and it was easier to manage. , but Di Liyoujie's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he was secretly glad.

Chen Yang looked at the soldiers and horses on both sides and ordered:

"Send people to empty the two barns...wait."

Chen Yang's eyes were dark and thoughtful:

‘The Di Li family bears the grudge, and the crime of murder is my fault, Chen Yang. This favor must be given by the master’s family. If there is anything wrong, Li Zhouwei will sneer at my incompetence. ’

He looked at the pool of blood in front of him with admiration and said softly:

"Gather all these things and transport them to the army."

After Chen Yang finished speaking, he kicked the head of the beauty at his feet like a gourd, and pulled Di Li to relieve the heat and said:

"Brother Di Li... Hey! General Di Li, please present these things and come with me to see the crown prince!"

Di Liyoujie fought with him all the way and came here listening to his laughter. How could he believe the expression on his face? Realizing that Chen Yuan was a poisonous snake with a smiling face, he became afraid, held up his hands, and followed behind.

Chen Yang just wanted to scare him, with a smug look on his face and said with a smile:

"Thank you, General Gong, for confessing the crime and helping me kill them all. I have sent people to deliver messages to every household in the city to show off for the general!"

Di Liyoujie understood that he had to take the blame for defecting to the East and massacring all the witches, so he said harshly:

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen! With this batch of spiritual objects and food and grass, in just ten days, all the clans in this city will fight against the superior clan, and they can pull up five thousand soldiers and horses!"

Chen Yang nodded and stepped past the steps. The expression on his face suddenly tightened and turned into a humble one with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes. The rapid change shocked Di Liyoujie, and he saw the young man reminding him:

"When serving the crown prince, the general had better not think of any evil ideas."

Di Li nodded repeatedly, took a few steps forward in the vast hall, followed Chen Yuan in bowing, and with his peripheral vision, he saw several monks in Eastern costumes standing on the other side of the hall.

Chen Yuan bowed and said:

"My subordinates have cleared the city!"

Li Zhouwei, who was above, took the next step gently, glanced at Di Liyoujie, and said softly:

"Di Li Yujie... you did a good job, get up."

Di Liyoujie stood up quickly, and saw Chen Yang kneeling beside him. He couldn't help but feel frightened. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at a pair of brocade boots in front of him. The prince took the thick book and silk in his hands and said:

"Get your troops in order within twelve days and send your troops to Bei Shan Yue."

Di Liyoujie nodded silently and exited slowly. Li Zhouwei held the jade slip in his hand. Chen Yang's heart felt like a mountain was falling apart and the ground was cracking, and he said in shock:

‘Jade slips…spiritual consciousness! He has broken through the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing Jade Wheel! ’

Although he had expected to be exceeded, he never thought that this day would come so early. With a calm expression on his face, Li Zhouwei glanced at Chen Yang with a vague expression, then turned to look at the young man on one side and said softly:

"The matters of favoring Luo, appeasing the people, and stabilizing the rear will be left to the two elders."

Standing beside them were two people, both of whom were Qi practitioners, one man and one woman. The man was wearing a Taoist robe and looked to be in his twenties. He was Li Chenghuai. The woman was slightly older and was Li Minggong, the eldest sister of Bomai. .

Li Chenghuai looked more like his mother Yang Xiaoer, a little more ordinary, and said calmly:

"Just leave it to me."

Both of them were in the early stage of Qi training, so it was very easy to suppress this place, and they resigned after giving up for a while.

The talent of Cheng Ming generation is a little mediocre, but in the past twenty or thirty years, most of them have succeeded in practicing Qi and gradually entered the positions of masters at various peaks. After all, they have been taught harshly since childhood, and most of them can do their job well.

Li Zhouwei waited for several people to go down, and finally looked at Chen Yang. He walked up to this person and said softly:

"Regulate the clan troops and calm the turbulent hearts."

Chen Yang slowly raised his head and met his eyes. The young man said softly:

"The news from home is that Guest Minister Kong Heng has arrived in Qingdu, and his troops will be sent to Beishan in a short time."

Chen Yuan was greatly excited and quickly exited the hall. He straightened up and stepped out majestically. One hand pressed the sword on his waist, and the black armor clanked, showing the excitement of the owner.

But he just walked to the front of the main hall, and there were three people standing quietly in front of him. The leader of the group was a young man with a majestic bearing, as if drinking the wind and blowing the snow, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, nodding at him.

The young man in Taoist robes behind him has slightly lighter lips and gentle eyebrows. He seems to be smiling, and his body is filled with golden light.

Finally, there was a monk with narrow eyes, his eyebrows lowered and his expression indistinguishable. Chen Yang broke out in a cold sweat, and fell to his knees with a plop, his head pressed tightly to the ground, and he humbly said:

"I've met three ancestors!"

"Chen Yuan..."

Li Xijun looked at him quietly, gently tightened his jade-white fingers on the hilt of the sword, and thought to himself:

"This person... his cunning and sinister nature has been hidden deeper over the past few years... His childish impulses have faded away... It's hard to control. Fortunately, half of his body is made of Zhongmai blood. It's a pity that his surname is not Li."

"If such a person is a direct descendant of Zhou Xing, the prince will have almost nothing to worry about! Chen... also reluctantly used it."

Li Xijun gently held his hand to help him get up, and said softly:

"Okay! I've made great progress following the practice of the Donghe clan. When you come back from the Northern Expedition, come meet me at Yuting Peak and I'll teach you some swordsmanship!"

Chen Yuan felt a mixture of joy and sorrow in his heart. He was greedy for the swordsmanship and felt that being with Li Xijun was like a light on his back. However, there was no way to refuse. Rumeng Dahe nodded and quickly retreated.

Li Xijun stepped up the stone steps and asked Xiang Kongheng:

"Master, how is this boy doing?"

Kong Heng quickly waved his hand and replied:

"I dare not say much. He must be a smart child."

The three of them entered the main hall, but there was no one around. Li Zhouwei sat upright, as if waiting for the three of them to come over. He stood up and stepped forward, cupping his hands and saying:

"I've met all the ancestors."

Li Xijun first saw that Kong Heng had no reaction, and said to Li Zhouwei:

"Weier, there is no need to cover up, let the Master see."

Li Zhouwei's eyes suddenly lit up, and the talismans in the sea of ​​​​qi moved gently and quickly turned into dark gold, with layers of golden colors connected with each other.

Kong Heng raised his eyes casually, but his eyes seemed to be burned by red-hot iron. He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves and turned his head.

Li Xijun asked Li Zhouwei to get up, but he kept secretly paying attention to Kong Heng. Seeing that his thin eyes trembled twice, as if he was holding back something, Li Xijun introduced:

"This is Mr. Kongheng, guest."

"I've met our guest!"

Li Zhouwei asked softly, and Kong Heng quickly returned the greeting and replied:

"The young monk has seen the famous King Ming, so there is no need to be more polite, he will destroy the young monk!"

Li Zhouwei raised his eyebrows, but Li Xijun took a step forward with his hands behind his hands, and said softly without appearing surprised:

"Please let the mage explain clearly."

Kong Heng's slender eyes were originally small, but now they were almost squinting together, and he whispered:

"The prince should have the body of Mingyang... but he is not very similar. The young monk dare not say more. The inheritance of Mingyang Tao... where I explain and practice, it is [King Mingming of Shengmingming], so... I say this."

"[King of Ming Dynasty]?"

Li Xijun frowned, but saw that Kong Heng looked a little pale. He calmed down for several breaths before saying:

"I think the prince... is like the reincarnation of the famous King Jinming! Yet he is peaceful and peaceful... It is really... contrary to common sense! It should be due to his strong bloodline!"

He raised his head and sighed:

"What's more, the aura is obscure and difficult to describe... If it weren't for the inheritance of my ancient cultivation, the famous place, and the Taoism of King Ming in my Liaohe River, I wouldn't be able to tell it!"