Chapter 616: Scattered Geng Floating White

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 while, 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."

Holding his sword with one hand, he 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!"

He suddenly felt relieved, and the hand that had been holding the sword hilt loosened his grip, 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-ranking cultivator. The white air is glaring and hard to see. You should have greeted him early so as not to lose your etiquette!"

Li Xijun was stunned for a moment, realizing that Li Xuanxuan didn't have eye-cultivation skills and couldn't see clearly. He smiled in his heart and nodded:

"It should be more grand. I'll go there to welcome you!"

Several people rode the wind together to greet him. Li Xijun was a little faster than Li Xuanxuan at first. He noticed that the clan jade pendant around his waist was sensitive and glowed. 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, which covered both sides of his face. 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, making it difficult to open his 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:

"Xuan Feng...?!"

The white lines on Li Xuan's face have faded. His eyes are sharp and lively. He just killed all the demons. The suppressed murderous intention turned into an indescribable majesty. The armor and clothes on his body are 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 left his brother's face, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was looking at something.

Li Xuanfeng's immortal bow has gone through vicissitudes of life, washed away the lead and the frivolousness, it is even more like a portrait! Not only Li Xuanxuan was stunned, I'm afraid Li Xuanfeng himself would be stunned when he looked in the mirror!

Li Xuanfeng sat down, looked around at his disciples, and for a moment he actually mentioned something first, saying softly:

"Qinghong, I have killed Helian Changguang, don't worry too much."

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

"The killing of all the people on Jiang'an frightened the Northern cultivators and made them retreat, so Bian Yanshan was lost, and the Chi family's direct line and tribes were all lost here. Si Yuanli obeyed the immortal's order and added fuel to the fire. Even if the light is grand, the feud between the Si and Chi families has already arisen."

"If I die, the Jiangnan family will definitely celebrate, and Qingchi will fall into the hands of Si Yuanli and the neighboring valley Lanying. Even if Si Yuanli has good points, he is definitely not a hesitant person, and there will be a time for change."

His iron-like cold face is less calm than his father's, but more domineering to kill all the cultivators, and every word is Cold:

"In the five counties, the Yuan family was originally a supporter of the Chi family. Yuan Tuan and Yuan Chengdun were also harmed by them. How could they not have resentment? Hu Yuan is kind but weak, while Hu Du is vicious and cruel. Once the situation changes, they may be shaken."

"The Yu family was dismembered by the Chi family. Only Yu Yuwei can solve the problem. This person died earlier and it is even more difficult for him to rise."

"The neighboring Gu family is deeply rooted and has always had ambitions. They have ruled the South China Sea for generations. They are also Wuyue Shanyue nobles. They are related to the Owl Kui by marriage. Si Yuanli will definitely favor them and can provide assistance..."

"The Ning family depends on Ning Wan. Ning Heyuan may have no chance of survival. The Ning family fell into the hands of Ning Hejing. Don't trust them..."

His eyes swept across the faces of the crowd and fell on Li Xizhi. His voice gradually became lower:

"Xizhi... My Li family has almost died out for three generations before it became a Jiangnan family. The Chi family has become too powerful to be eliminated. Si Yuanli will definitely use you, You can handle the affairs of the sect yourself."

"Don't worry, Second Uncle."

The elegant and dignified young man nodded slightly, showing his usual generous style. He said softly:

"I am only worried about Uncle Yuanqin..."

"No problem."

Seeing the man in white armor sitting upright, he said in a low voice:

"He knows his limits."

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

"Qinghong, if I am not here, you are the only one in the family who is good at fighting. The thunder method is violent. You can stay in the sea and deter the lawbreakers. You don't need to get involved in the fighting in the sect."

"Yes."

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

"Ximing, how much do you have confidence in the Purple Mansion."

Li Ximing felt sour and bitter in his heart, and he said solemnly. Said:

"Less than 20%."

Li Xuanfeng nodded, and whispered:

"It's high, don't rush for quick success... Where is Minghuang?"

"I've gone to the East China Sea and haven't returned yet."

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

"You have the ambition to love swordsmanship, but unfortunately you are burdened by my family. Not everyone has the appearance of a sword fairy. Wang Xun still wants to travel around the world, so you can walk around."

Li Xijun paused slightly, but saw Li Xuanfeng looking at the old man beside him, and there was some fluctuation in his words for the first time:

"Xuanling was like this in the past, one time is enough, no need to come again."

"Bring the family tree."

Li Xijun immediately retreated, and in less than two breaths, he had already stepped forward with a purple jade slip, and still pressed a book. Li Xuanfeng took it gently, put the jade slip on the table, and grabbed it in his hand.

"Clang..."

The golden energy in his hand condensed and turned into a gold and silver pen. He only turned one page, and it was [Uncle Pulse]. The tip of the pen fell on the paper, lifting and picking.

"Li Yuanyu."

He handed the thing to Li Qinghong and said hoarsely:

"You are the most perceptive in observing colors. You saw it right. I did not do this well, but I have no chance. You need to take a closer look at what will happen next..."

Li Xuanfeng exhaled a breath of golden energy, stopped talking, paused slightly, and then took off the brocade bag on his waist, untied the restrictions in it, and gently pulled out a white bow with his other hand.

This white bow was transformed from Jin Geng. Li Xuanfeng took a close look at this black bow that had accompanied him in his battles for his entire life. He gently stroked it, and the two characters [Jin Geng] on the bow disappeared. It changed and became two characters:

"[Shen Bai]"

His voice became a little more gentle, and he said softly

"I used the right position to hold gold, and finally made this bow. The things in the storage bag will be left at home, and this immortal bow will be left to Yuan Qin."

Li Qinghong vaguely saw pieces of golden sand rolling under his feet, and realized that Li Xuanfeng didn't have much time, so he just nodded. The man in white armor finally stood up, and a silver-white light floated on his face. The sound was like the collision of metal and iron. :

"During the conflict between the north and the south, I killed countless people. Murong Helian, Kong Wucilian... all have blood debts in my hands..."

"Now that I have passed away, I will temporarily suspend their resentment. If it is not necessary, the children in the family should not go north to prevent being harmed."

"Li Xuanfeng has committed the most serious crimes of killing and has done many evil things. He deserves to die because of killing, and I have no resentment."

All the people in the palace lowered their eyes and cried, but the man laughed loudly, pulled up Li Xuanxuan who was crying beside him, and gently shook his hand, sending all the others out of the palace. The palace door slammed shut, and he smiled:

"Brother... Zhongfu doesn't like wine, so the three of us brothers dare not drink too much. Now that the big thing has been settled, it's better to get drunk."

A golden pot appeared in his hand, and he dropped a few crystal Wanling flowers into it. He placed a jade cup, and smiled and filled it for the choking old man. Although his voice was slightly hoarse, it had a heroic spirit of a veteran.

"Brother!"

Li Qinghong and others were standing outside the hall. The woman raised her tearful eyes and found that a dazzling light filled the entire hall, and two figures were cast on the door of the hall.

The two brothers cried and laughed, and their voices continued. Some talked about the blue sword and the white blade, and the clouds fell, some talked about throwing swords and shooting wood, and the romantic youth, and some talked about suppressing the snake and the falling of the moon, and the long whale...

The two laughed and cursed, and played guessing games and bet on wine.

Talking about shooting the gold master with a bow, they drank three cups first, and the arrows were called Shuiling, and they raised their cups to each other.

Then they talked about tearing the Yan general monster alive, slapping the table and hitting the cup, killing all the eighteen monks, and floating a big white.

The laughter of the two even overwhelmed the sobbing outside the hall, resounding in the mountains. Li Xuanxuan had never been so cheerful and unrestrained. He talked about all the things he dared not mention in the past, and Li Xuanfeng in front of him laughed loudly, neatly and generously.

The glory in the hall became fainter and fainter, and the old man's voice was still high-pitched:

"Xuanfeng! At that time, the main seat... must be Xuanling and you!"

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

"Hua La..."

The autumn dew in the sky was like rain, eagerly knocking on the roof, and the cold wind passed through the mountain, slapping the leaves and rustling, hitting everyone, but no one used magic power.

The clear and transparent autumn dew rolled down the robes, turned twice in the turbid mud, and gradually merged into a stream, washing the mud down along the stone steps, leaving a cool and clear area.

Li Qinghong raised her head, and the heavy clouds in the sky dispersed. It was getting darker, the stars were twinkling, the lake in the distance was surging, and a few dark reefs emerged from the water, reflecting a little metallic luster.

She quietly stepped forward and carefully pushed open the door of the palace. The palace was illuminated by the starlight and moonlight, and the dark steps were clearly marked. The old man leaned against the pillar and slept with his head down. He was wearing a white inner robe, but fortunately, someone gently covered him with a gray-blue cloak.

In front of him was a mess, and the table was spilled with a lot of wine. The opposite side was clean and tidy. The white bow stood around the table, and the jade cup was placed upright on the side of the table. The clear wine was filled, reflecting the moonlight, as if it had never been moved.

A Wanling flower was soaked in the wine.

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

Li Qinghong did not enter, but bowed gently, her voice a little muffled, and she said in a low voice:

"Zhongfu..."