Chapter 81 Intelligence

Li Xiangping lowered his head and looked at the flattering Ah Huila in front of him, his eyes fell on his fat neck, and he thought to himself:

"This man is of some use, but he is cunning and disloyal, and his subordinates are unruly and unruly. If he is not used properly, he will hurt himself."

Ah Huila looked at Li Xiangping and saw his eyes sweeping around his neck. He suddenly felt the coolness behind him like light on his back. He kept thinking in his mind, looking for a way to escape, and wailed:

"Your Majesty! We were all forced to go eastward by Naganixi's massacre. We just want a place to live. Your Majesty, please spare our lives. Ganixi will definitely move eastward within ten years. We are still useful. Ah, Your Majesty..."

Li Xiangping laughed and waved his hand. Li Xuanxuan and Li Qiuyang stepped forward to restrain Ah Huila. Li Xiangping turned around and ordered:

"Return the belongings of each family, and these Shanyue tribesmen will escort them down. As for you..."

"Let's take him to Lijing Mountain first."

Watching Li Xiangping and Li Tongya walking forward together, Chen Erniu shook his head behind the crowd, looked at Chen Sanshui who was following behind him with his head lowered, and cursed in a low voice:

"Forget it that I was made obedient by Li Mutian, what kind of sons will each of them give birth to! This idiot can't even...even Li Xiewen, Li Yesheng's son, Li Xiewen knows how to work hard in Li Daokou in the past few years! "

Thinking of Li Mutian, Chen Erniu suddenly became depressed. He looked up at Lijing Mountain in the distance, with a complex look on his face, and murmured to himself:

"Why is this old wolf still alive? Could it be that he took some magic medicine? He has been silently staying on the mountain for more than ten years, which always makes people worried."

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"Say it."

Li Xiangping was sitting on the main seat, with Li Tongya holding a sword standing next to him, his eyes fixed on Ah Huila. Li Xiangping was looking at Ah Huila who was kneeling down below, drinking hot tea, and said with a smile:

"What kind of person is Naga Nixi?"

Ah Huila was sweating profusely and looked up at Li Xiangping again. He stared blankly for a while until Li Tongya frowned. Li Xuanxuan, who was behind Ah Huila, hit his head hard with the handle of a knife. Only then did he tremble all over, then he came to his senses, lowered his head and said shakily:

"Janixi...Janixi is a king-like figure."

Ah Huila was horrified and thought secretly:

"Although these two people look different, their postures and expressions are exactly the same. They both have the look of a tiger watching an eagle."

Ah Huila was still thinking about it when he was hit on the back of his head again. He raised his head resentfully, only to see Li Xuanxuan blushing and gritting his teeth as he said:

"How can a mere Shanyue leader compare with my uncle!"

Li Xiangping frowned and waved his hands, saying in a deep voice:

"Don't talk about useless things. How many troops does he have? How strong is he? How many witches are there under his rule?"

Ah Huila quickly paused and smiled flatteringly:

"When we were driven out of Beilu's ancestral land, Jia Nixi had already integrated more than a dozen tribes and had three to four thousand soldiers and horses under his command. Jia Nixi himself was practicing Qi refining, and two of them had swallowed up the heaven and earth. There are human witches from the spiritual energy working for him, and there are more than a dozen tribes and clan witches from the fetal breath realm.”

"Four thousand soldiers and horses, three qi-training monks, and a dozen fetal breath realm monks."

Li Xiangping and Li Tongya looked at each other, and both saw the solemn look in each other's eyes.

The Li family has been cultivating and recuperating for many years, and the total number of villagers in the four villages under their rule is only just over 10,000. Even if they are exhausted, they can only raise more than 1,000 clan soldiers. In the time of war, they can barely manage to raise one or two thousand villagers with meager fighting ability.

"Instead of dealing with this Jia Nixi, it would be better to face Ji Denqi."

Li Xiangping sighed in his heart, but when he turned around, his face remained calm. He gently put down the tea bowl in his hand and whispered:

"You wait for Shanyue to pick and hunt on weekdays, but do you know anything about farming?"

Ah Huila was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said:

"Yes, I know how to grow some herbs and cotton."

"That's fine."

Li Xiangping touched his chin and whispered:

"The remaining five or six hundred of your tribe were scattered and went into the villages to work as tenants and hunters. Some of the craftsmen can be cobblers and carpenters to make a good living. Fortunately, the previous plundering did not cause too many casualties, and the villagers did not suffer too much. The grudges are waiting for you, just take care of yourself and don’t cause any turmoil!”

Ah Huila knelt on the ground and nodded quickly, and replied calmly:

"These tribesmen like me also make a living by hunting in the village. If our family is not destroyed, we will not go eastward to plunder. I will definitely give good orders to my tribe..."

"You, Huila, please plant some spiritual rice under my Lijing Mountain first."

Li Xiangping stood up gently and said with a smile:

"I will send someone to teach you how to read and how to take care of the spiritual rice. After all, it is the labor of the fourth level of fetal breath. It would be a pity to kill the monster in vain."

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Qingchi Peak.

Si Yuanbai was kneeling quietly in front of the stone door carved with complex spiritual patterns, pursed his lips tightly, and looked at the formation in front of him with a complex expression.

"Ancestor, please take back your life!"

His clear voice echoed in the cave for a while, then gradually disappeared in the wind.

"Yuan Bai, why are you doing this..."

Just a sigh was heard, and a thick and old voice sounded, which also echoed in the cave.

Si Yuanbai closed his eyes, looking a little tired, opened his mouth, and continued:

"Ancestor, please...take back your life!"

Seeing that the people behind the stone wall were silent, Si Yuanbai's eyes were firm and he whispered:

"I, Qingsui Feng, will not go to Southern Xinjiang."

"Nonsense!"

A thunderous roar exploded in Si Yuanbai's ears, causing his ears to bleed. Si Yuanbai smiled coldly and continued:

"You think I don't know what your plan is. It's just to eat Jing'er so that they can fill the gap! Maybe the cauldron of several demon kings in Southern Xinjiang has been heated up. How many mortals have been delivered to Southern Xinjiang? We’ve already discussed how many treasures and spiritual objects we should offer!”

"Si Yuanbai! You are brave!"

Zifuqi's coercion surged out, causing Si Yuanbai to spit out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the corners of his mouth bitterly, gritted his teeth and said:

"Yu Chuan was sent by you back then, saying that he wanted to gather the twelve lunar moonlights. I begged for one hundred and fifty-six days. You said this was the last one, but I actually believed you... "

"shut up!"

Si Yuanbai received a heavy blow out of thin air and hit the stone wall hard. He spat out a mouthful of blood again and laughed loudly:

"Qingchi Immortal Sect, what a Qingchi Immortal Sect!"

"What an immortal sect!"

Si Yuanbai's long hair was disheveled, and he stood up with red eyes, contrary to his usual gentle and elegant style. Vigorous and endlessly flowing magic energy circled around his body.

"Si Yuanbai, your inner demon is causing trouble, I won't care about you."

The thick and old voice sounded again, suppressing Si Yuanbai forcefully, and said softly:

"Let's seal the cultivation base and escort him to the tower."