Li Xiangping just broke through the Qingyuan Wheel yesterday, and like his brother Li Tongya, he became the fourth wheel of the fetal breath. He had arranged the affairs at home and was studying the "Xuanshui Sword Art" in the courtyard when he heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.
came.
"elder brother?"
Li Tongya walked into the yard dusty and dusty. His body was covered with rain and dew, and there were mud spots on his shoes. He put the cloth bag in his hand on the table and gave Li Xiangping a bear hug when they met.
Li Xiangping breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"You're finally back, so that your father won't have to sleep at night."
"Hahaha, I brought a lot of things back."
Li Tongya laughed loudly, first carefully took out the silver box from his arms, and checked it carefully. Seeing the languid look of the oakworms, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, and then he took out the green and black oakworms behind him.
He untied the long bow and put it into Li Xiangping's hand with a smile.
"Can you give it a try?"
Li Xiangping was pleasantly surprised. He pulled up the bow string and carefully stroked the bow body. Under the influence of magic power, the string suddenly lit up, shining with a bright white light. Li Xiangping said continuously:
"This, is this a magic weapon?"
Li Tongya chuckled and explained:
"I bought this from Fangshi for two and a half spiritual stones."
"It's so expensive. Where did you get the spiritual stone?"
Li Xiangping felt distressed for a few moments, then turned to his second brother in confusion.
Li Tongya then told Li Xiangping everything about Guanyunfeng, and Li Xiangping nodded repeatedly and sighed:
"Jing'er has grown up too."
Not long after, Li Xuanxuan, Li Qiuyang and others heard the news and went up the mountain. Li Tongya gave Wu Zha Chong and Na Chong Shu to Liu Rouxuan and said seriously:
"This is the first time my family has raised these oakworms. Read this book carefully, pick a few old women who are good at raising silkworms at the foot of the mountain, and find a yard to raise them. I will immediately call Li Yesheng and order people to bring the spiritual rice
Leaves and straws are sent to you, but this spiritual insect has been jolted along the way and is already dying."
"yes."
Liu Rouxuan had not seen her husband Li Tongya for several months, so she missed him very much, but she also knew that this matter was important, so she carefully took the silver box and went down the mountain.
"Uncle, this Qingchi Immortal Sect is extremely extravagant."
Li Qiuyang sat on a wooden chair, looked at Li Tongya with interest, and whispered.
Li Qiuyang is now eleven or twelve years old. He has been mainly responsible for the spiritual rice production in the past few years. He keeps a low profile in the village. His father Li Chengfu is also a sensible man. He restrains his brothers to farm and build courtyards without any bullying.
The scandal came out.
"The envoy is driving a rosy cloud boat, and the sky is filled with red clouds. He is so majestic!"
Li Tongya laughed twice and replied cheerfully.
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“It’s so impressive!”
Li Chijing put his left hand on Qingfeng at his waist, resisted the urge to draw his sword, and said coldly.
"I have been in seclusion for several years, but I didn't know that there were new disciples coming to Qingsui Peak."
The young man in front of him gently tossed the jade beads in his hand and said calmly.
He looks quite handsome, but the distance between his eyes is a little narrow, which makes him look a little less majestic. He is wearing a fox fur coat and a storage bag hanging on his waist, and he is dressed very elegantly.
As the young man approached step by step, the few people following him gradually moved forward to surround Li Chijing, gradually forcing him into a corner on this narrow path.
"Junior brother, don't panic, it's just a test of your quality."
"After all, you are a monk in the Qi training stage, but you come to surround me, a primary spiritual chakra with peak fetal breath. It's not embarrassing."
Seeing several people surrounding him, Li Chijing retreated slowly, but he was already pressed against the cold stone wall. He clenched the Qingfeng in his hand and stared at the young man's movements.
The young man smiled slightly, the golden bead in his hand shone brightly, and suddenly struck Li Chijing.
Li Chijing frowned, and a blue spiritual net appeared in front of him. He pressed his body to avoid the golden bead, and approached in two steps.
"As expected, You Qingsuifeng can do everything, but he can't use a sword."
The young man scoffed, and when he saw Li Chijing leaning forward, he couldn't help but admire:
"So decisive."
Li Chijing held the scabbard of the sword in his left hand and pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand. He hit the magic weapon of the man in front of him hard and spit out a mouthful of blood. However, he took a flying step and was already in front of the young man.
The young man was startled and immediately tried to recall the spirit bead with his spiritual consciousness, but saw that the light blue net had entangled the magic weapon spirit bead. Although the spirit bead broke free with a slight movement, it was a few breaths slower.
Li Chijing gritted his teeth and finally pulled out the Qingfeng in his hand. A bright moon-white arc-shaped sword light started from his left hand and ended at the light white long sword he pulled out in his right hand. It suddenly spurted out towards the young man's neck.
And go.
"How is that possible!"
The young man's hair suddenly stood up, thoughts flashed in his mind, and he didn't even have time to pinch the magic spell. The peace talisman around his neck emitted a bright light, holding up a golden light shield, which could barely block the sword light, and the young man retreated abruptly.
A few steps.
"not good!"
Ignoring the tremors in the sea of energy, the young man quickly changed his kneading techniques and abruptly stopped the golden beads heading towards the back of Li Chijing's head. Then he looked at Li Chijing who was standing with a sword in a complicated expression.
Qi-training monks can control the magic weapon to fight the enemy from a distance. Only by getting close and striking the enemy with a sword can they survive in the face of death. Li Chijing also used a sword that he had painstakingly crafted while practicing the Xuanshui Sword Technique, and it is particularly powerful.
.
"But you won!"
On the road, the young man met Qingsui Feng, who had always been disliked. He originally wanted to scare the new disciple out of a game, but now he looked complicated and thoughtful, and he arched his hand towards Li Chijing.
Li Chijing's face turned pale, he sheathed his sword and reluctantly replied:
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for keeping your hand. This is my first time using this sword against an enemy. I can't hold back my strength."
The young man packed his bag, took out a few bottles of wound medicine, placed them in front of Li Chijing, and whispered:
"My subordinate accidentally injured a fellow Taoist. I am here with Deng Qiu from Yuanwu Peak. He will definitely come to apologize in person one day."
Seeing Li Chijing's pale face, Deng Qiuzhi quickly sent two people to help him back to Qingsui Peak, and then he and the others fled as if they were running away.
After walking a short distance, Deng Qiuzhi turned his head with an ugly expression and gave the man behind him a hard slap.
"Come with me to Qingsui Peak tomorrow to apologize!"
The man lowered his head in aggrieved manner and couldn't help but cursed:
"You are going to provoke others yourself..."
Who would have thought that Deng Qiuzhi suddenly picked up the man's neck, lifted him high, and asked with a complicated face:
"He doesn't hold a grudge against me, does he?"
"Young Master! You also gave him medicine for his wounds. You don't know how to do it..."
The man was so frightened that he begged for mercy.
Deng Qiuzhi listened to him nagging a few words, suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked at him coldly, and said word by word:
"You don't hold a grudge against me, do you?"
The man was immediately horrified, his legs were trembling, and he said with a cry:
"The little one doesn't..."
"That's good."
Deng Qiuzhi put him down casually and said to himself thoughtfully: