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Chapter 87: Leaning on the Mountain

Li Chijing stood on the high gray-white city wall, looking at the surging beasts below without saying a word.

Time has not left any traces on his face. He still looks like a young man, but his expression has become much more mature.

After fighting in this southern border for five years, Li Chijing became more and more proficient in swordsmanship. He mastered several swordsmanships in the sect and gained some fame. Everyone knew that there was a small swordsman in Qingsui Peak.

My god, your sword skills are so powerful.

Wiping off the blood on the long sword in his hand, Li Chijing took a long breath against the rising sun, spitting out a touch of pure white spiritual energy between his lips and teeth.

"This mountain-based city is really solid."

The disciple of the Qingchi Sect behind him said with a smile, and the magic weapon beads in his hands were floating up and down. It was none other than Deng Qiuzhi.

Li Chijing nodded, took the elixir in his hand, and constantly adjusted the mana in his body in order to recover as soon as possible and make himself more relaxed during the next shift.

"Oh, what a coincidence. Just when I was waiting for my first shift to arrive at Yishan City, a tide of beasts came to Yishan City, and it became more and more violent each time!"

Deng Qiuzhi sneered and spoke in a mocking tone, making everyone around him couldn't help but glance at him.

Seeing that Li Chijing was unmoved and minding his own practice, Deng Quzhi sat down on the ground and murmured:

"But if they want to eat you and me, they will all be buried with you."

"This man is going crazy again..."

"Aren't all the Deng family members like this?"

Everyone around him whispered and looked at Deng Qiuzhi with strange eyes. Li Chijing frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Stop talking and recover your mana quickly so you don't have to ask me to save you again!"

Deng Qiuzhi was stunned for a moment, smiled and shook his head, but heard a burst of cheers from below.

"Back off, back off! The beast tide has finally receded!"

It turned out that this wave of beasts finally receded, and everyone got a chance to breathe again. They cheered and everyone went down the city tower. Li Chijing also had a smile on his face, and he thought as he walked down the ladder on the city.

Write a letter home.

But Deng Qiuzhi followed him up shamelessly, smiling in the bright morning sun and saying:

"Don't you think something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Li Chijing raised his eyebrows, retracted the blue-white Qingfeng in his hand, looked at him with a smile, and said jokingly:

"Why have you been so confused lately? Could it be that the more you practice the technique, the more you practice it and become obsessed with it?"

The two fought side by side in southern Xinjiang for five years. During the time when they were dependent on each other for life and death, Deng Qiuzhi and Li Chijing had long forgotten the incident at the beginning, and they could be regarded as close friends.

"Every time you and I are exhausted, the beast tide will retreat obediently. How can there be such a considerate thing?"

Deng Qiuzhi smiled and spoke, but his eyes were full of meaning.

"Who can retain energy at a time of life and death? It's not just you and me. Which disciple of any sect in the city is not exhausted?"

Li Chijing refuted, smiling and greeting the person next to him.

"Think about it."

Deng Qiuzhi patted his shoulder and whispered:

"If you were the Demon King of Southern Xinjiang, would you have sent tens of thousands of wild beasts and monsters to die in vain? If you have such a heart, it is not good for you to eat it and improve your cultivation. Can these monsters push you to lean against the mountain city? In vain?

If you send him to the subordinates of three sects and seven sects, isn’t that a fool?”

"Furthermore, if the demon king wants to kill these disciples of the sect, he can just push the beast tide and kill us. He comes in waves like a fool, and relaxes from time to time. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like he is waiting for me.

Deliver food..."

Li Chijing smiled, and the person next to him said hello again, interrupting Deng Qiuzhi abruptly, making him glare with anger, and whispered in Li Chijing's ear:

"Do you know when was the last time Yishan City was destroyed?"

Li Chijing smiled and responded in a low voice:

"Twenty-five years ago, many people died in the three sects and seven sects. Among them was Yu Yuchuan, a foundation-building monk. He practiced the "Blue Smoke Shining on the Moon" and swallowed the lunar moonlight."

Deng Qiuzhi paused for a moment, his eyes were filled with shock, and he replied in a nagging voice:

"You... know..."

"Of course I know."

Li Chijing nodded with a smile, and the two of them went up the mountain without saying a word and entered Li Chijing's cave.

Li Chijing watched Deng Qiuzhi follow him in, pinched the magic formula in his hand to isolate the inside and outside, and then silently watched Deng Qiuzhi.

"I have been in this ghost place for five years. I have read all the secret documents in the city. Combined with everything in the mushroom forest, I can see that something is wrong."

"I just don't know when they will take action and how long they will keep me... It's just you, why?"

Deng Qiuzhi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said:

"The Qingchi Sect has cut off the inheritance of Taiyin Yuehua a long time ago. Our Deng family has a special constitution, so we forced my family to practice the secret method from generation to generation, refine it into tonics, and use them as commodities to exchange spiritual objects with the Demon King of Southern Xinjiang."

"In the early years, when the secret skills were incomplete, my Deng family members practiced each other crazy. Over the past few hundred years, they have slowly improved. In fact, it has gradually no longer affected their sanity. They just still have to pretend to be crazy and act stupid..."

Li Chijing remained silent, took off his feather coat, and sat at the stone table to make tea.

Deng Qiuzhi sighed deeply, paused and said:

"I have looked at the various elixirs and elixirs given by the sect. They are all gametes with profound medicinal uses. This is... practicing human elixirs."

"Human elixir?"

Li Chijing filled the teacups in front of them and said with a smile:

"I just don't know which demon king in southern Xinjiang is going to break through. It's really a big move."

Seeing Li Chijing's smile, Deng Quzhi relaxed a lot and said angrily:

"You can still laugh."

"Then what can be done?"

Li Chijing shook his head and said:

"The Qingchi Sect is so powerful that we have no way to retreat. I died in the southern border for no reason. On the surface, I sacrificed for the sect. At least I can make some compensation to my family. How can I still find an excuse to escape and offend me?"

Can the whole family be destroyed?"

Deng Qiuzhi took a sip of tea, lowered his head indignantly, and shouted:

"Even so...you and I have lived in vain, but we were born to fall into the mouths of monsters!"

The smile on Li Chijing's face also faded, and he said with a lonely expression:

"Man is a swordsman, and I am fish. Fish must have the consciousness of fish. Haven't your Deng family endured it from generation to generation? The Qingchi Sect has been prosperous for five hundred years. How can it continue to prosper from generation to generation? There will always be decline.

One day, as long as the family is still here and quietly saving up, there will be a day when the revenge of the ninth generation will be avenged."

"Cultivation of immortals has a long life span. It is rare for today's revenge to be avenged tomorrow. Each generation has its own mission."

Li Chijing stood up slowly, looked at Qingfeng in his hand and said:

"The mission of you and me is to feed the Qing Po Sect so that the family can have a chance to breathe. If not, what else can we do? Can we still be promoted to the Zi Mansion like in the novel, so that the Qing Po Sect has to take back its life?

?”

"Let's take a step and see."

Deng Qiuzhi sat down cross-legged and said dejectedly:

"We dare not escape no matter what. If you and I escape from Yishan City, our family members will be dead."


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