Minghui looked at Viola Maha, who had a dull face, as if he was from another world. She suddenly made an inference in her heart and said secretly:
"It seems that the immortal let his horse go. If not, how could Master escape so easily? This immortal probably didn't want people to know where he was at Wangyue Lake, so he lost his memory. If I don't know what's good, and I say more, I'm afraid it's The lives of master and disciple are at risk."
So looking at the confused look on Viola Maha's face, he pointed at the dilapidated golden palace and said respectfully:
"My disciple injured the magic weapon outside, so he came back and asked the master to see if there was any way to repair the magic weapon."
The golden palace under the steps was already crumbling after repeated tossing. Pansy Lotus Maha glanced at it and cursed:
"I'm not a master of refining weapons. Show me what's the use. Go back and look south!"
Minghui nodded repeatedly, put away the magic weapon, and retreated as if running away. Viola Maha continued to suck her breasts and squinted her eyes. After counting her breaths, she felt something was wrong:
"What is this kid lying about..."
Viola Maha couldn't remember what happened before, and seemed to have dozed off. But he was already a Maha, so how could he still doze off? The movements of his mouth stopped at that moment, and he just felt terrible thinking about it.
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On the mountain city.
Li Xuanfeng leaned on the city wall, silently wiping the golden bow in his hand. The gray clothes on his body were stained with the blood of various monsters. They were in tatters and had an unpleasant stench. He didn't feel anything strange and stared at the north in ecstasy.
"Harmful."
When he heard that he was conscripted to Yishan City, he went there happily. On the one hand, he yearned for such a wandering life, and on the other hand, he also thought about the possible existence of the Zifu. After many battles over the years, everyone was more or less injured and their foundations were damaged. However, Li Xuanfeng was not seriously injured even once, which made him feel even more gloomy.
He was frightened in his heart, but fortunately he found Li Tongya who had returned. He was so angry that he secretly swore:
"The Boring Gold Gate and the young master of Lao Zi Boring Gold Gate are really not a toy. When I grow up, I will kill all the Boring Gold Gates and shoot the young master's head off and use it as a ball!"
“Good wine!”
He picked up the cloth and kept wiping the golden bow. His expression became more and more gloomy. He silently stared at the rising moon and said to himself:
"If that's the case, then the Zi Mansion must have set its sights on me. The Dharma Book at home is too important, and there will be less risk in Yishan City."
Regret and self-blame lingered, haunting him for ten years, waking him up from time to time, with worry and pain in his heart. He closed his eyes and sighed, hating his superiors for how he could have forgotten such a thing.
Fei Yihe took out a desk from his storage bag, put it on the city wall, and sat down cross-legged. A white light immediately rose up from the desk, vaguely blocking the sound of the wind and isolating the inside and outside.
Li Xuanfeng nodded silently. Over the past five years, his expression had become more and more vicissitudes. He had an unkempt beard and sunken eye sockets. He looked completely decadent. He ignored the people who were full of flattery. He only stared at the north, until everyone looked at each other, and slowly they all looked at each other. After they dispersed, even Fei Yihe said goodbye and left the city. Only then did he move his lips and look at the wound on his hand.
It wasn't until Xiao Chuting used the magical power of "The Old Man on the River" to fish out Yu Yufeng and ambush him on the mushroom forest, that Li Xuanfeng was horrified and had suspicions in his heart, which he kept in his heart and did not dare to speak out.
Li Xuanfeng only took a cup and drank several cups in one breath. Then he exhaled through his teeth and whispered:
"Yu Yufeng is dead. With the foundations of you and my family here, Yu Mugao can't make any big noise."
"One hundred and twenty scars in five years, none of them fatal."
"Five years have gone by in a blink of an eye, and it's time for Tongyu and Tongxiao to get married. I don't know what's going on on the lake."
At that time, Li Xiangping was chased by rogue cultivators and fled north. Li Xuanxuan took charge of the family for the first time. He was still a child who had just received the Xuanzhu talisman. He bypassed the people in the clan and stumbled into the Wan family. The Wan family was massacred by Ji Dengqi.
Corpses littered the field, a mess of blood.
Since the fall of Lixia County and the death of Jiang Yunu and her son, Li Xuanfeng woke up inexplicably countless nights and asked himself:
"Why haven't we seen each other for five years?"
Fei Yihe sighed in a low voice, and with the isolation of the formation, he looked miserable. He filled up the wine, took a drink by himself, and replied:
Fei Yihe is the son of Fei Wangbai. He was the next generation head of the Fei family. He was brought to southern Xinjiang by Chi Zhi's smoke. The two families have a blind date. In the past five years in Yishan City, Li Xuanfeng and Fei Yihe had a close friendship and a deep relationship.
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"Forty years ago, or thirty years ago?"
"Brother Xuanfeng!"
Everything in front of him was so familiar that Li Xuanfeng couldn't help but think about it.
"Yes, yes...what a divine bow, what a divine power!"
Li Xuanfeng only heard a clear voice, and when he looked back, he saw that Fei Yihe had left and returned, his clothes changed into moon-white robes, holding a pot of spiritual wine in one hand, approaching with a smile, and said:
"If there is someone in the Zi family who wants to mislead me with their magical powers..."
"Among the beasts, only Brother Xuanfeng can do this!"
"Brother Xuanfeng..."
"Brother Xuanfeng is admiring the moon alone, don't blame me for getting involved."
Li Xuanfeng drank a drink, took a step forward, and looked down from the top of the city. The ground was full of corpses of monsters. Occasionally, he could still see the remains of monks. Most of them were the corpses of mortal soldiers who were used as cannon fodder. Such as
Mortals like ants were dragging silently below, blood was everywhere, and flies were buzzing around.
Fei Yihe nodded silently, and the two of them remained silent, just pushing cups and changing cups until the moon fell and the sky and earth were dimly lit. Fei Yihe said in a muffled voice:
"I thought I was born to lead the people and strengthen the family...Yihe has been studying history since he was a child, practicing spiritual practice, observing people, learning right and wrong, making friends and controlling various branches. He never thought that the rest of his life would be wasted with just a piece of paper."
Communication with outside the city was not allowed in Yishan City, and the two of them could only get some information from the people who came in from behind, thus cutting off contact with the clan.
Everyone on the side looked at him sideways, and a handsome middle-aged man walked out. He was supposed to be in elegant white clothes, but he looked embarrassed with some blood stains. He cupped his hands towards Li Xuanfeng and said respectfully:
"Thanks to you for this!"
During those five years, he wrote bow techniques in seclusion. It was by no means a form of seclusion. Qi-training monks do not need to eat, but they need to drink water. After practicing, he was full of ideas, and his thoughts were endless, and he actually left everything behind.
Li Xuanfeng is now at the eighth level of Qi training, and his strength is obvious to all the family monks. Everyone is in awe and fear of this taciturn man. As soon as Fei Yihe said this, everyone agreed.
The childish voice was still ringing in his ears, which made Li Xuanfeng feel ashamed. He clenched the golden bow tightly with both hands until his palms were red, and murmured:
"Young and frivolous ambitions, the strings will not let go, the knees will not bend, the fairy mountain will be broken with a light word, the bow will boring the gold master, forty years will pass by like running water, Huang Liang will be a dream, his wife will die, he will be a chess piece, mediocre, and suffer
Trapped in a city, serving as a Qingchi dog and horse, serving as an Immortal Sect swordsman, going out in the middle of the night to cry, but not daring to speak loudly, just for fear of others getting suspicious..."
His sharp eyebrows were frowned, the raised eyebrows became flat, the eye sockets were sunken, and a few tears fell down, flowing down his face. Li Xuanfeng had a kind of arrogance and arrogance that he had had since he was a child, which had been spent for forty years.
, turned into a long sigh, emerged from the tip of his nose and lips and teeth, and disappeared without a trace.
Li Xuanfeng coughed and spurted out little drops of blood. Fei Yihe quickly stood up to help him, but saw that he looked tired and his expression of expectancy looked a bit like his brother Li Xuanxuan.