Chapter 44 Purple Mo Hongchen

Looking down from here, the ancient style mountain city is like a staircase, with rows of houses and buildings built on these staircases, and at this time they are all covered with a layer of red light.

There were many crowds of people coming out from the interlaced alleys and streets, including peddlers, those who sell breakfast, buy vegetables, and merchants who get up early to walk, which was a hustle and bustle in the world.

Looking down from here, your vision is extremely broad and your mind becomes magnificent.

"Is the scenery here so good?" Li Qingshan exclaimed slightly, took a deep breath, punched, and moved his hands and feet.

Sensing the flow of true qi in the body, the nine Qi Condensation Pills were taken last night and they grew a little longer. His cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining is gradually stabilizing.

He was not in a hurry to practice the demon pills and demon bodies, and swallowed a large number of Qi Condensation Pills in one go.

Because of the premonition, I will stay here for a while, and the next Qi Condensation Pill will be obtained from Jiaping City. If you take a lot of pills, it will be better to slowly draw it in this way. The demon elixir will naturally absorb some of the medicinal power.

He found the old clothes of the original owner from the room, changed out of the Xuanlang suit, then opened the door, walked down the steps, and ate a special snack at a shop with the word "tea" hanging.

I felt that my great dream of eating all over the world had realized that a little more, and then I continued to walk with satisfaction. He deliberately walked slowly and enjoyed the scene along the street.

I don’t know how long it took, but he didn’t calm down so much and do such things. Since he started practicing, his whole life became tense. Even if he returned to the world and arrived at the ancient city of Jiaping, he would still deal with the continuous changes.

To punish evil and eliminate evil, assassinate powerful enemies, and guard against enemies. Even if you have some leisure time, you must hurry up and practice and dare not relax at all.

I almost forgot the taste of leisure. Thinking of the years when I was grazing cattle on Woniugang, I looked at the mountains and played a flute to avoid the oppression of my brother and sister-in-law. Before I knew it, I passed by one afternoon.

It seems to be two completely opposite lives, each with a certain interest. But he still prefers his current life and will not complain without any pain to miss the old things.

Now looking at the noisy crowds in the street market, there is already a barrier. Although it is still the lowest level and weakest, and the qi-refining practitioner, it also has irreversible differences with mortals.

Mortals are like walking on the ground, getting married and having children, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, from birth to death. However, practitioners are climbing a mountain and never reaching the peak. Every time they move forward, they can see new scenery, extend their lifespan, and not be trapped by life and death.

A notice was posted in front of the county government office, and a literate official was sent to read it loudly, informing the Qian family that the land and real estate will start auction in seven days.

Hundreds of people blocked the water in front of the county government, pointed and discussed it.

Li Qingshan stood in the crowd and looked up at him for a while. The magistrate reacted quite quickly.

Then he walked out of the crowd, bought two taels of silver in a small bookstore, bought more than a dozen idle books, poems, history, and miscellaneous stories, and included everything. Then he found an instrumental music store, spent thirty-five taels of silver in a small book, bought two music scores and a jade flute.

When he got home, he lay down on the rattan chair under the grape trellis, opened a book and read it carefully. The sun had risen to three o'clock, and turned red and white. Through the dense grape leaves, the fine sunlight fell on the yellowed pages and on his face.

At this time, he was particularly like a young man, not a brave and fearless practitioner, and the decisive Xuanlang Guard. He was like a stone carved face, with edges and corners on it seemingly blunt, and his eyes, which were always sharp as swords, also returned to the sheath, becoming deep and bright.

The Spirit Turtle Demon Pill slowly rotated in his body, with unprecedented cleverness and agility. Water vapor naturally poured over and wet his clothes.

His mind was immersed in a war in history books and was not noticed.

A mood, a kind of practice.

He had to pull the string when he was not in use, so he relaxed himself from the tightness and calmed his body and mind, just for the future, and perhaps soon, to shoot more powerful arrows.

Not everyone has such leisure. In a small town dozens of miles away from the ancient city, the town is named Shangguan Town, which is named because most of the people in the town have the surname Shangguan.

Although there are rare surnames, this place is not a martial arts family, and the people are just the most ordinary people.

There is a family in the town, but because of a daughter named Qian, she has grown from an ordinary family to become the leading wealthy family in Shangguan Town. She has pink walls and green tiles, and she has many servants. She sings every day and has become the envy of the whole town.

On the official road from Ancient City to Shangguan Town, a knight in black rode a white horse and walked slowly forward.

Qian Rongzhi looked at Shangguan Zhen who appeared on the horizon from afar. Her heart, which was originally like water, suddenly became confused. She couldn't help but hold the water-dividing spikes on her waist, and the cold weapon brought her a hint of warmth.

The scorching sun was burning, but her eyes were filled with a trace of gloom that could not be removed. She said self-deprecating: "Qian Rongzhi, Qian Rongzhi, you really overestimated yourself."

She was taken away from that family. After she became successful in her cultivation, she was allowed to go back to visit relatives by Qian Yannian. Later, she went back from time to time and treated everyone in the family very gently. She wanted Qian Yannian to believe that she was nostalgic and caring, and even more so that the Qian family would be convinced that with these people, she could control herself.

Now, she has broken free from the shackles, and those illusions have lost their meaning of existence, and her heart has gradually become cold and it is time to break it.

No one deserves happiness from her misfortune, no one!

In Shangguan Mansion, the vermilion door hole was open, and blood flowed out from behind the screen wall.

Behind the screen wall, Qian Rongzhi held the water-dividing spike, frowned and thought, and there were more than a dozen corpses lying around her, including guards, servants, maids, and old mothers...

She could call out each of them, but now, they are all dead.

She continued to walk into the mansion and saw more and more corpses. She came to the inner courtyard and saw a noble lady who died. The original village woman now had her expensive beads on her head and was wearing precious silks brought from the south away from home, but she had been mistreated by blood.

She could hardly remember the name of the lady because she had called her "mother" for too long.

But she felt inexplicably sending her heart, took a deep look, and stepped over the body.

Then there are more familiar people, brothers and sisters.

Even at noon, the ancestral hall was still very dark. In the thick darkness, many tablets were visited to serve the ancestors of the Shangguan family.

An old man with gray hair and blue face held a middle-aged man full of wealth and looked at Qian Rongzhi who was walking in with cold and hatred, shouting: "Shangguan Rongzhi, I knew you would be back!"

Qian Rongzhi said with a complicated expression: "Uncle Third Uncle!"

The old man was Qian Yannian's nephew. He practiced martial arts for many years and finally broke through the innate realm, reached the second level of Qi Refining, and became one of the masters of the Qian family. That night, he escaped from the Qian family's main hall, and Diao Fei did not choose to chase him, so he escaped his life.

Qian Rongzhi said: "You did it all?!"

The third uncle said, "That's right, Shangguan Rongzhi, you traitor, dare to mention the word "money". You killed everyone in the Qian family. You destroyed the Qian family and everything about me. I am irreconcilable with you and slaughtered your whole family."

"Rong Zhi, save me!" The rich middle-aged man trembled all over, his nose and tears flowed. I don't know if he was afraid or sad.

That was a man named Father. Qian Rongzhi said angrily and anxiously: "Dad, I will definitely save you, Qian Haode, you let my father go!"

Qian Haode said: "Do you know you are scared now? You bitch! Throw down your weapon and kneel down!" As soon as Qian Rongzhi hesitated, he crushed the shoulders of the rich man. The man screamed and ordered: "Don't kneel down yet!"

With a clang, Qian Rongzhi threw down the water-dividing spurt, knelt down, knelt forward step by step, and said sadly: "Please let my father go!"

Qian Haode's face had a crazy and smug smile. He was unwilling to kill her with one knife. Not only did he destroy her whole family, but he also torture his dearest relatives in front of her.

Qian Rongzhi knelt forward again, grabbed her right hand back, and her true energy rolled up with the water-dividing spike back into her hand, jumped up from bottom to top, and stabbed Qian Haode with all his strength.

Qian Haode pulled the rich man into his eyes as a flesh shield, blocked him tightly, and grabbed the other side of the man's shoulder, waiting to force Qian Rongzhi to repatriate him, and then torture him hard, and he must make this bitch regret everything she did.

But suddenly felt a chill in his chest. Qian Rongzhi had no intention of stopping. The water-spun pierced deeply into the flesh shield. The tip of the tip was transmitted into Qian Haode's chest. The true energy turned into a blue light and passed through his body.

"You..." Qian Haode and the rich man both looked at Qian Rongzhi with incredible eyes, and saw that the sad expression on her face had disappeared without a trace, becoming cold and contented.

Qian Rongzhi smiled and said, "It's still a bit difficult to kill you!"

Qian Haode said: "Shangguan Rongzhi, you... you are a poisonous woman, you don't even let your relatives go!"

Qian Rongzhi corrected and said, "I don't call him Shangguan Rongzhi, my name is Qian Rongzhi! My relatives are almost dead, you are the only one left. From today on, I will have no relatives." She suddenly pulled out the water-dividing spunlace.

Qian Haode and the rich man fell to the ground at the same time. Qian Rongzhi didn't even look at the rich man. She took a treasure bag from Qian Haode and said sweetly: "Thank you, Uncle Third." Just like the well-behaved girl at the time.

Qian Haode reluctantly raised his hand, gathered his true energy, and pierced the head without hesitation: "Don't be polite to Zhi'er."

"Rong Zhi, save... save me!" The rich man stretched out his hand with difficulty and grabbed Qian Rongzhi's clothes.

"Who are you!"
Chapter completed!