Chapter 339: Getting Rid of Mosquitoes (2)

The green-clothed monk with a deer-like head and rat eyes took a step forward carelessly. As soon as he said this, several monks from the Qingchi Sect looked over. Li Xuanfeng frowned slightly and had no choice but to draw his bow.

Most of these cultivators are Yuanwu Peak disciples, and they have been playing games with them for a day or two. Fei Yihe and other cultivators have always been obedient, and they looked at Li Xuanfeng anxiously after hearing this.

"Boom..."

Li Xuanfeng remained silent, raised the golden long bow in his hand, exhaled, and the golden brilliance gathered, intertwined, and condensed into a golden-white arrow.

His eyes reflected the ragged figure, the long bow in his hand was full of sharpness, and the slave soldier paused in the air, as if a warning sign had been raised, and looked back.

The cultivator's eyesight was astonishing. The two looked at each other from a distance of a hundred feet. When Li Xuanfeng met the man's eyes full of resentment, he felt a sense of familiarity, his heart moved slightly, and his hands relaxed.

The arrow shined brightly, crossing the sky like a meteor, heading straight for the man, arriving in an instant, hitting the man in the back, and the slave soldier fell crookedly like a bird with broken wings.

"good!"

The green-robed monk laughed, stared at the golden-white light arrow streaking across the sky with brilliant brilliance, and said bluntly:

"This arrow is fast enough."

He had a wretched appearance, with a deer head and rat eyes. He forced himself to wear his flowing green clothes to give a sense of wretchedness. He laughed heartily and attracted everyone's sideways glances.

The man with a higher status in front of him had a jade tree facing the wind and a straight nose. He glanced at the laughing man beside him with disgust and said coldly:

"He's not dead!"

Fei Yihe on the side waited for a long time, then he smiled ingratiatingly and said respectfully:

"The Immortal doesn't know something. My brother's bow skills are special. As long as he is hit by this arrow, he will be possessed by Gang Qi and turn into blood within three quarters of an hour."

The leading Qingchi disciple was tall, taller than Fei Yihe by a head. His eyes rested on Fei Yihe's face for a moment, and then he suddenly waved his sleeves.

"Snapped!"

This slap made Fei Yihe take a step back, covering his face and accusing him repeatedly. Then the tall man at the head suddenly turned around, with a cruel look on his face, and kicked the squatting deer-headed man.

"Bang."

The deer-headed man was unprepared and was kicked hard. He was kicked a foot away by his fellow disciple and rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment.

"Brother!"

The tall man's sudden kick startled all the Qingchi disciples behind him. The monks from the aristocratic families also looked at each other. They didn't know why these Immortal Sect disciples started fighting among themselves again. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

"Senior brother! No way, senior brother!"

A group of Qingchi disciples quickly came up to persuade, but the deer-headed man didn't know anything about it. He patted the footprints on the Taoist robe and said cheerfully:

"Senior Brother Ning's kick can be considered accurate, with the demeanor of our ancestors who took off their shoes and threw them at people."

Senior Brother Ning took a step forward with a ferocious expression. His tall figure forcibly shrouded the thin deer-headed man in his shadow. He picked up his clothes, pulled his head to him, and gritted his teeth:

"Deng Yuzhi... you'd better be a real naughty guy, or you'd better be really mentally damaged by the exercises. You can just pretend like this for the rest of your life until you die. If one day I catch you, I'll let you know that I'll be punished from afar." Feng’s method!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the deer-headed man to the ground with a plop, shook his robes, took off his jade boots painted with gold threads, and said softly:

"Walk!"

Senior Brother Ning seemed to have a noble status. As soon as he said this, all the Qingchi disciples did not dare to speak on behalf of Deng Yuzhi. They lowered their heads silently and followed Senior Brother Ning, riding the wind towards the city.

Only Deng Yuzhi was left lying on the ground covered in dust, with disheveled hair, and everyone could only pretend not to see it, and hurriedly responded to the enemy.

"What a temper."

Deng Yuzhi stood up unhurriedly, made a spell to dust off his body, muttered for a while, looked down at Li Xuanfeng, who was holding a bow in deep thought, and cursed:

"It's really useless! It's hard to live up to your reputation, and you're not afraid of causing trouble?!"

So he turned around and jumped towards the city, leaving everyone behind looking at each other.

"These words... seem to have other meanings."

Li Xuanfeng stared at Deng Yuzhi's retreating figure, thoughtfully:

"I seem to have seen this person before. He had a long chat with the ancestor when he came to my house for recruitment... I'm afraid the scene just now also involved many internal fights in Qingchi..."

He retracted his gaze, and the young man's expression when he looked back always appeared in his mind. He touched the long bow in his hand and thought to himself:

"My one-shot attack is powerful but it's just for show. The enemies of Qingchi Sect are our friends. It's never wrong to keep favors."

Li Xuanfeng is now at the peak of his qi training, and his cultivation level is much higher than that of the young Qingchi disciples just now. What's more, he has never seen anyone who can surpass him in Gongxian, so he can naturally hide it from these Qingchi disciples.

He picked up his long bow and looked at the slowly retreating tide of beasts. He turned back to look at Fei Yihe and said:

"How's it going?"

"nothing!"

Fei Yi slapped him for no reason, the blood on the corner of his mouth had been secretly wiped away, the red marks on his face slowly disappeared, and he only said warmly:

"I'm a mermaid, so I'll just eat this slap. It doesn't matter."

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Dongshanyue.

The main hall of Mulu City was magnificent, and the dim lights rippled on the walls, reflecting dark shadows, like monsters and ghosts, constantly jumping around.

Tian Zhongqing put away the wooden slips he had on hand, and the attendant below hurriedly came up and said respectfully:

"Sir! A group of nobles have come forward again to defend Li Jiman's accession... It is said that this is the date agreed upon in the agreement and cannot be delayed any longer."

"Bring it up."

Tian Zhongqing sighed, took the watch that the servant handed over to him, raised his pen and drew a few circles on it.

Tian Zhongqing is temporarily writing about Shanyue, and he is constantly outlining it with ocher-red strokes. The original color for Dongshanyue's criticism was vermilion, which was changed in recent years.

After all, the main line of the Li family used vermilion for marking, and the clan's main courtyard used a slightly darker red color to show that it was under the main line. After hearing the news, Mori quickly changed his own marking to a darker ocher color, and kept Still in use.

"Tell them to change these inappropriate words and phrases and send them back in a few days!"

Tian Zhongqing randomly found a reason to send them away, feeling secretly afraid.

"It's not that I, Tian Zhongqing, want to suppress you... It's the master's intention... How can I let Li Jiman ascend to the throne before I finish killing a group of nobles?"

He sighed secretly in his heart and looked at the main hall in front of him. The decorations below were all golden and quite moving. He had also held the throne for more than half a year, and he was almost greedy for this high position.

The lights in the inner hall danced, hazily shrouding many jade and gold items. This hall was once Mu Jiaoman's palace, and it was magnificently built. However, when it was passed into the hands of Shen Mu, many uses were reduced. Spend.

Later, Concubine Li launched a coup, and the Li family's carriage drove into the palace. Blood was smeared on the palace steps. The nobles rushed to massacre the royal family to please the Li family.

"The tide is turning...the blood of these nobles will soon be splashed..."

Tian Zhongqing looked at the golden red piece in a daze, as if it were blood, and suddenly woke up in his heart. He put away those thoughts, but saw a clanking sound outside the hall, and a burly man came in.

The man was eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and a burly build. He held a pumpkin sledgehammer in one hand. He looked like a gangster running down the road. In the next second, he would throw the pumpkin and smash him into a pulp.

Tian Zhongqing jumped up quickly, hurried down to meet him, and said with a smile:

"Brother Wen! How did you get here? Could it be that the head of the family is here in person?"

"Uncle Tian misunderstood."

Li Wen looks fierce but has a gentle temperament. He answered in a low voice:

"The Yuting Guards have been dispatched to the family and are stationed in various places in the city. The family leader said that the net can be closed, so he asked me to suppress the formation."

"Okay, okay!"

Tian Zhongqing chuckled and said somewhat flatteringly:

"Brother Wen, does the head of the family have anything to say?"

Li Wen nodded and replied:

"The head of the family has agreed that if this matter is resolved, the Tian family's children can return to the Twelve Towns."

"Okay! Okay!"

Tian Zhongqing was immediately overjoyed. Since his Tian family was driven to Shan Yue to balance the situation, he has been looked down upon by the Dong people more and more, thinking that he is in league with Shan Yue. This is very uncomfortable in this wave of people in the world worshiping the East.

The disciples of the Tian family have a high status in Shanyue, but they are inferior to others in Lijing Town. Although they have two qi-training monks, they have no main line to support them, and most people secretly despise them.

His eldest son only went to Lijing Town once, and he didn't recognize the drinking and games in the town. He was laughed at for a while, and he was depressed for three months when he came back, making Tian Zhongqing sigh.

What's more, in this mountainous place far away from the master's family, and the Tian family is the most powerful among the foreign surnames, Tian Zhongqing is walking on the edge of hot coals, and he is in fear every day...

Now that he had received Li Yuanping's promise, he was immediately overjoyed. Even the depression of making a knife for the Li family and offending Li Jiman and all the nobles was gone. He said coldly in his heart:

"Earlier, I was worried about how to gain a foothold in Shanyue in the future, so let's kill them! After killing everyone, I just patted my butt and walked away. Who cares about how many local snakes you have?"

Immediately after the order was passed, all the soldiers in the palace began to move, and there was a clanging sound. The palace door opened wide, and a chariot and horse drove out of the palace and rode on the newly built avenue.

"Rumble..."

There was a thunderous explosion among the neighbors, and the people of Shanyue woke up from their dreams, raised their heads, and were at a loss.

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In another corner of Mulu Town, people were drinking and singing loudly. Li Jiman sat at the top with a stinky face, watching the nobles below singing loudly, feeling depressed.

"They are just barbarians after all...what are these things?"

There was no wine-playing, no poetry, and no order. Li Jiman had failed in all the tricks he had learned. He could only drink wine after singing, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Just as he was thinking about it, a member of the next clan came up drunkenly, smiled and said drunkenly:

"Your Majesty, you said that Li Yuan looks pale every day and looks like he is about to die soon... isn't it going to change?"

Li Jiman's expression suddenly changed. He was already familiar with the main lineage and was always proud of it, but he was spared by Li Yuanping. The gratitude and respect in his heart were simply beyond words. How could he hear this?

What's more, the experience of being taken advantage of by the Tian family last time when he thought no one knew about it was still vivid in his mind. Li Jiman was suddenly frightened and furious.

"Pooh!"

Li Jiman threw the wine glass in his hand at the man's face, causing his face to turn bright red. He rolled down with a bang, and Li Jiman cursed:

"How brave you are!"

There was a sudden silence in the hall. Li Jiman stood up quickly and cursed as if explaining to someone:

"The tiger behaves like it is sick, and the eagle stands like it is sleeping. How can despicable people like you get away with it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people knelt down one after another, and the music stopped. Suddenly, needles could be heard in the courtyard. Li Jiman lowered his ears and listened, and his heart skipped a beat:

"Why is there the sound of weapons clashing?!"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at each other in shock, but then they heard a scream.

"Wow!"

A group of soldiers and horses in white armor broke into the door, holding swords and solemn expressions, and filed in, minding their own business. Suddenly several clans jumped up and cursed:

"Who are you, but where is this? How dare you act so arrogantly here!"

The white-armored soldiers paid no attention to them. Several clansmen with cultivation levels tried to resist, but were suppressed by the leader with two moves. Seeing each clan being controlled, Li Jiman was stunned. Looking at it, he said in disbelief:

"Yutingwei?"

There were only muffled murmurs and shouts for mercy in the hall. Li Jiman only had time to ask a few questions. Everyone was already pushed out like a whirlwind. He walked down blankly and suddenly became the polished commander.

Fortunately, the leader of the Yuting Guards in the middle was quite polite and gently cupped his hands and said:

"Sir, I'm offended."

"This is…"

Li Jiman's family fortune was suddenly wiped out, as if he was suddenly robbed while walking on the street. He was a little unable to react, and it took him several breaths to utter two words.

The man in front of him slowly raised his hands, his eyes were bright, and he waved his hands behind him. All the Jade Guards withdrew, leaving only two people, and then he said:

"Back to the young master, the Tian family handed over a cart full of evidence to the clan's main court. All the clans in Shanyue were among them. The villain was ordered to collect them."

"Tian family?!"

Li Jiman suddenly woke up, and then he understood why his master suddenly became so heartless. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"It seems that the Tian family has been planning for a long time. I don't know how many years. They want to kill all my subordinates so that I can be a puppet and seal it!"

"But now that the Tian family is dominating the mountains, without the control of the nobles... I'm afraid there will be serious trouble! Patriarch... No way, Patriarch!"

He picked up his robe and hurried forward. After hearing his words, the Yuting guard seemed to hesitate a little and whispered:

"This has to be done. Brother, why don't you go ask the head of the family... I heard that he wanted to recall the Tian family, but the Tian family still refused and tried to slander us in many ways, so he stayed in Shanyue."

"Ah! Thank you very much, brother!"

When Li Jiman heard the news for the first time, he was immediately overjoyed, his face flushed, his eyes were bloodshot with excitement, and he gnashed his teeth and said:

"Yes, as long as the Tian family withdraws from Shanyue and returns to the town, everything will be solved! No matter what, we must persuade the head of the family... to let the Tian family withdraw from Shanyue and return to the twelve towns!"

He has studied hard at home for more than ten years how to govern the country, how could he be willing to be a puppet? Now that he made up his mind, he quickly put on his shoes and hurriedly rushed out of the palace.

The Jade Court Guard looked quite moved. Seeing his anxious look, he hesitated and couldn't help but remind him:

"Brother! I heard that the master of the family has been worrying about the production of spiritual objects in Shanyue for many years. I asked my Yu Tingwei to check it several times. If you are interested, you can start from here!"

Li Jiman's eyes suddenly lit up. The news came at the right time, which made him quite happy. He nodded and rushed out of the hall. He suddenly stopped and turned around and said:

"Brother, you helped me a lot today. I wonder if you can leave your name?!"

The Yutingwei laughed and replied:

"The little man Chen Mufeng has just returned home from Fangshi in the past few days. From now on, he will still need your care and attention."

"Chen Mufeng."

Li Jiman chewed on the name and remembered it secretly in his heart. He didn't have time to say anything more, so he just said thank you and rushed out in a hurry.