Chapter 616 San Geng is vain

Moon Lake.

The sky is bright, the lake is clear and clear, Qingdu Peak stands in the lake, and the stone steps go up the mountain. In front of the steps of the main hall stands an old man, holding a gray-blue cloak, walking in circles.

Li Xuanxuan waited for a moment and finally saw a man with a gun landing in front of the hall. He was practicing at the ninth level of Qi cultivation. He put his hands together in salute and said respectfully:

"Siwei has met the Lord."

"How's the shore?"

Li Xuanxuan picked him up and asked hurriedly. This person was An Siwei, the son of An Yuyan. He was generous and calm, showing his talent. Hearing this, he whispered:

"What I saw just now is true. To the north of the Fei family, all the way to the river, there are more than a million concubines in the house. There are glass, gold sand and other objects mixed in them, which attracted the cultivators to sweep them away. They are all human figures."

"Listen...people in the north said it was a vision of Shi Xiu's death."

Li Xuanxuan twirled his beard, his heart sank, he tightened his hands and replied:

"Shi Xiu is very good at reincarnation. If he has to die, I'm afraid the war situation has reached a critical moment."

"My lord also said so..."

What An Siwei was referring to was of course Li Xijun who was still exploring on the shore. Before he finished speaking, frost and snow were already floating in front of the palace. Li Xijun walked into the hall through the wind, wearing the [Han Lin] on his waist, and his face was still a little pale. .

"Xijun!"

Li Xuanxuan asked, Li Xijun responded first, and then said softly:

"I'm afraid that many mages have died. There seems to be some spiritual weapon suppressing the situation on the river bank. The situation looks much better. There were demon cultivators coming around before, but now there is no one left."

He pressed the sword with one hand, took a step forward in the palace, thought for a moment, and said with great interest:

"It seems that Bianyan Mountain may not be a good place. The real person's plans are ever-changing. If Jiangbian is defended, where will the demonic cultivators go!"

Li Xijun's words made Li Xuanxuan relax a lot. The old man raised his eyebrows and looked around. Suddenly he noticed a platinum aura floating in the north, and he quickly became vigilant.

Li Xijun had the most powerful eyesight skills. He had already seen through it. He exhaled softly, his eyes showed a brilliant light, and the trace of worry hanging between his eyebrows disappeared. He turned around and said with a smile:

"It turns out to be a great victory!"

His heart suddenly felt relieved, and the hand that had been holding the sword hilt loosened up, and he immediately changed his mind:

"It seems that there is really a conspiracy! It's just that I'm in the rear and can't hear any news. Maybe Chi Zhiyan made a good move... But if it's the Zi Mansion's conspiracy, then there will be a lot of fun to watch!"

Li Xuanxuan couldn't see the people in the distance clearly, but when he saw the thunderous clouds and the golden sun, combined with Li Xijun's words, his heart relaxed. The old man was worried for most of the night, and he couldn't restrain the joy on his face:

"Blessed by our ancestors, it looks like a great victory!"

He gradually recognized his juniors and counted several of them. He did not notice the figure of Li Xuanfeng. Instead, he noticed that there was a man in white armor. Everyone stood sideways as he walked. His status seemed to be extremely noble. The old man immediately said:

"There seems to be a high-level cultivator. The white air is glaring and hard to see clearly. We should have greeted him early so as not to lose etiquette!"

Li Xijun was stunned for a moment, realizing that Li Xuanxuan did not have eye-cultivation skills and could not see clearly. He smiled in his heart and nodded:

"It's time to be more solemn. I'll go with you to welcome him!"

Several people rode the wind together to greet him. Li Xijun was a little ahead of Li Xuanxuan at first. He noticed that the clan jade pendant around his waist shone in response to the reaction. Then he felt relieved and turned sideways to hold the junior ceremony.

"Wow..."

Li Xuanxuan first caught sight of Li Qinghong holding a gun. Although she always had a heroic posture, there was some worry in her eyebrows. She was flanked by Li Ximing and Li Xizhi. Although she was a little sluggish, she did not look seriously injured.

He was determined, and then he paid attention to the white-armored monk in the middle. This man had a tiger-headed armor on his face, covering both sides of his cheeks. He was very majestic, with pale pupils and black beard and hair. He seemed to be in his prime.

The white lines on his cheeks and neck flickered, which made people unable to open their eyes, making it even harder to look at his face. Li Xuanxuan only felt that his figure was somewhat familiar, and thought to himself:

"This gold energy is more cold than my second brother's Geng gold. Could it be that he is a high-level cultivator of gold exchange?"

So he didn't dare to look anymore and silently opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, this person had not arrived yet, but already made everyone feel as if their faces were cut by a knife. Li Xuanxuan became even more suspicious and thought:

"Isn't it the real person of the Jin Yu Sect? What does it have to do with my family?"

When the cultivators arrived in front of them, Li Xijun had already spoken and said softly:

"I have met all brothers and elders."

His voice was always clear and clear. Li Ximing and Li Xizhi looked downcast and did not answer first. Li Qinghong also looked at the man in the middle. Li Xuanxuan was suspicious, but he heard the slightly hoarse man's voice:

"No need to be polite."

"Tick tock..."

A drop of clear dew rolled down Li Xuanxuan's gray-blue clothes, and the lake was covered with autumn dew. The ticking sound was cold and sharp. The sound made the old man immediately raise his head, look into those eyes, and said blankly:

"Xuanfeng...?!"

The white lines on Li Xuan's front face have faded away. His eyes are sharp and lively. He just killed all the demons. His suppressed murderous intention turned into an indescribable majesty. The armor on his body is even more powerful, like some fairy mansion. The fallen immortal general.

But his face was only in his early thirties. Li Xuanxuan was pulled away from suffocation for a moment, and the old man said something, with a slightly red face:

"Second brother..."

"Brother."

Li Xuanfeng responded, and the autumn dew on the lake became more rapid, like a rapid rain. Li Qinghong on the side looked worried and said softly:

"It's better to enter the peak first..."

Li Xuanxuan had also been in charge of a clan. He was not an ordinary old man. He quickly noticed something from the younger man's face and quickly walked down, leading the white-armored Li Xuanfeng into the palace.

But his heavy gaze never moved away from his brother's face, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was studying something.

Li Xuanfeng's fairy bow has gone through many vicissitudes of life and has been washed away. If the bow is taken off frivolously, it will become a portrait! Not only Li Xuanxuan was dumbfounded, I'm afraid Li Xuanfeng himself was stunned when he looked into the mirror!

Li Xuanfeng sat down and looked around at the disciples. He suddenly mentioned something first and said softly:

"Qinghong, Captain He has been killed by me, so don't worry too much."

Li Qinghong's almond-shaped eyes were red, and she nodded without interrupting him. Li Xuanfeng's pupils moved, and his voice was very calm:

"Several people were slaughtered on the bank of the river, which frightened Beixiu to retreat. Then Bianyan Mountain was destroyed by the sea, and all the direct descendants of the Chi family disappeared. Si Yuanli followed the immortal order and added fuel to the flames. Even though the light was bright and grand, the feud between the two surnames of Si and Chi had already arisen. .”

"If I die, the Jiangnan family will definitely celebrate, and Qingchi will fall into the hands of Si Yuanli and neighboring Gu Lanying. Even though Si Yuanli has good intentions, he is by no means an indecisive person. Things will change."

His iron-cold face was less calm than his father's, but more domineering and capable of killing all the cultivators. His words were cold:

"In the land of five counties, the Yuan family is supported by the Chi family, and Yuan Tuan and Yuan Chengdun are harmed again. How can there be no resentment? Hu Yuan is kind but weak, and Hu Du is vicious and ruthless. Once the situation changes, he may not be able to shake him."

"The Yu family was divided by the Chi family, and only Yu Yuwei could solve it. If this person dies early, it will be even harder for him to gain momentum."

"The Lingu family has deep roots and has always had ambitions. It controls the South China Sea. It is also a noble of the Wuyue Mountains and is married to Yu Kui. Si Yuanli will definitely have more favors and connections to help..."

"The Ning family is tied to Ning Wan. Ning Heyuan is afraid that there is no chance of survival. The Ning family fell into the hands of Ning Hejing. Don't trust it easily..."

His eyes swept across everyone's faces and landed on Li Xizhi, and his voice gradually became lower:

"Xi Zhi... I have exhausted three generations of the Li family before reaching the position of the Jiangnan noble family. The Chi family has become unstoppable. Si Yuanli will definitely use you. You can handle matters within the clan on your own."

"Second uncle, don't worry."

This graceful and dignified young man nodded slightly, showing his usual generous style, and said softly:

"This junior is only worried about Uncle Yuan Qin..."

"It doesn't matter."

He saw the man in white armor sitting upright and said in a low voice:

"He's measured."

Li Xizhi stepped back thoughtfully, while Li Xuanfeng opened his eyes, looked at Li Qinghong, and lowered his voice:

"Qinghong, if I weren't here, you would be the only one in the family who is good at fighting and has violent thunder. You can stay in the sea to deter unruly people. You don't need to get involved in fighting within the clan."

"yes."

Li Xuanfeng then went to see Li Ximing. Li Ximing was always afraid of him and lowered his head and did not dare to speak. The man in front of him only asked:

"Ximing, how confident are you in Zifu?"

Li Ximing's heart was filled with sorrow and bitterness, and he said solemnly:

"Less than 20%."

Li Xuanfeng nodded and said softly:

"That's pretty high. Don't be eager for quick success... Where is Minghuang?"

"I have gone to the East China Sea and cannot return yet."

Li Xijun responded, and Li Xuanfeng looked at him and said quietly:

"You have the ambition to love swordsmanship, but it's a pity that you are burdened by my family. Not everyone has the appearance of a swordsman. Wang Xun Shang wants to travel the world, so he can move around."

Li Xijun paused for a moment, then saw Li Xuanfeng looking at the old man aside, and there was some fluctuation in his words for the first time:

"It was the same in Xuanling back then. Once is enough, there is no need to come again."

"Get the family tree."

Li Xijun immediately stepped back, and within two breaths, he was already holding a purple jade slip and came forward, still pressing the book. Li Xuanfeng took it gently, put the jade slip on the table casually, and grabbed it in his hand.

"Qiang..."

The golden energy in his hand condensed and turned into a pen intertwined with gold and silver. He only turned a page, which was "Uncle Mai". The tip of the pen fell on the paper, lifting and picking.

"Li Yuanyu."

He handed the things into Li Qinghong's hands and said hoarsely:

"You are the most keen at detecting color, and you see well. I didn't do this well, but I don't have a chance. You still need to see more about what happens next..."

Li Xuanfeng exhaled a breath of golden energy, stopped talking, and paused for a moment. Then he took off the brocade bag from his waist and easily unlocked the restrictions in it. He gently pulled it with his other hand and pulled out a white bow.

This white bow was transformed from Jin Geng. Li Xuanfeng took a closer look at this mysterious bow that he had fought with all his life, and gently rubbed it. The word "Jin Geng" on the bow disappeared, and it changed and became Two words:

"[Shen Bai]"

His voice was a little gentler and he said softly

"I hold the gold in my upright position and finally complete this bow. I will leave everything in the storage bag at home. I will leave this fairy bow to Yuan Qin."

Li Qinghong vaguely saw pieces of golden sand rolling under his feet, and understood that Li Xuanfeng didn't have much time, so he just nodded. The man in white armor finally stood up, with silvery white light floating on his face, and his voice was like gold and iron clashing:

"The North and the South are fighting. I killed people without calculation. Murong Helian and Kong Wu Merci...all have their blood debts fallen into my hands..."

"Now that I have passed away, I will put my grievances on hold. The children in my family should not go north unless necessary, in case they are harmed by others."

"Li Xuanfeng committed the most heinous crimes and committed many evil deeds. He deserved to die because of the killing, and he was not resentful."

Everyone in His Highness lowered their eyes and wept, but the man laughed loudly, pulled up Li Xuanxuan who was crying beside him, gently waved his hand, and sent the others out of the palace. The palace door slammed shut, and he said with a smile:

"Brother... Father Zhong doesn't like wine, so my three brothers don't dare to drink too much. Now that things are settled, we might as well get drunk."

A golden pot appeared in his hand, into which he dropped a few crystal Wanling flowers, placed a jade cup, and filled the cup for the choking old man with a smile. Although his voice was slightly hoarse, he had a heroic spirit that had been battle-tested.

"Brother!"

Li Qinghong and others were standing outside the hall. The woman raised her tearful eyes and noticed that an extremely bright light filled the entire hall, and two figures projected from the door of the hall.

The two brothers cried and laughed, and kept talking loudly, some talking about the green sword with white edge, the falling of the fierce clouds, or throwing the sword to shoot the wood, the youthful romance, or talking about suppressing the dragon and releasing the meteor, or the long whale falling in the moon...

The two laughed and cursed, played guessing games and gambled.

When it comes to bowing, shooting and boring gold masters, drink three cups first, shine the arrows on the water mausoleum, and raise the homage to each other.

Fu Yansheng tore apart the swallows and the monsters, slapped the table and struck the wine cup, and killed all the eighteen monks, leaving a big picture.

The laughter of the two people even overshadowed the sobs outside the palace and resounded in the mountains. Li Xuanxuan had never been so hearty and wild. He talked about all kinds of things in the past that he dared not mention. Li Xuanfeng in front of him laughed loudly and neatly.

The brilliance in the palace was getting weaker and weaker, but the old man's voice was still high-pitched:

"Xuan Feng! The throne at that time...must be Xuan Ling and you!"

Li Qinghong gradually stopped crying, his almond-shaped eyes drooped, and there was only one figure left on the palace door. Everyone looked up and listened to him scolding or scolding, crying or laughing, but no one responded to him anymore.

"Wow..."

The autumn dew in the sky was like rain, beating eagerly on the roof ridges. The cold wind passed through the mountains, flapping the leaves and making a rustling sound. It hit everyone, but no one could use their magic power.

The clear and transparent autumn dew rolled down the robes, turned twice in the turbid soil, and gradually merged into a stream, washing the soil down the stone steps, leaving behind a piece of cold clarity.

Li Qinghong raised his head, and the heavy clouds in the sky dispersed. It was getting late, the stars were twinkling, the lake in the distance was choppy, and several dark rocks emerged from the water, reflecting a little bit of metallic luster.

She quietly took a step forward and carefully pushed the palace door open. The palace was warmly lit by starlight and moonlight, and the dark steps were clearly marked. The old man was leaning against the pillars and sleeping with his head bowed. He was only wearing a white underwear. Fortunately, The gray-blue cloak was gently covered by someone.

There was a mess in front of him, with a lot of wine spilled on the desk. The opposite side was clean and tidy, with a white bow standing around the desk and a jade cup placed neatly beside the desk. The clear wine was filled up and reflected the moonlight, as if it had never been touched. .

A Wanling flower is soaked in wine.

Her eyes moved slowly on the dark table. The only bright thing in the whole hall was a two-finger-wide talisman, which was placed on the corner of the table. The pattern was complicated and everything was neat and clean, as if the owner had just left the table.

Li Qinghong did not enter, but bowed gently and said in a low voice with a slightly muffled voice:

"Father Zhong..."