Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure: 151|150.149.1
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Feng Qingxiu's journey is not flat.
Flying only a hundred miles in the volley, he has already encountered a bunch of evil cultivators.
It was a small mountain village, and several demons were killing people to obtain souls. The whole village was **** and resentful.
The demon cultivators took the magical tools to collect the grievances and the human blood to refine the essence. Feng Qingxiu killed them all without hesitation. It took more than an hour to transform the magical tools. The unjust souls in the village, let the people in the small village enter the land for peace.
Facing the numerous corpse mounds, Feng Qingxiu received such a strong impact for the first time in her life.
He was also born in a small minister country in Xizhou, no more than a thousand miles away, but there are several Kun-Lai outer disciples in the town to protect them from beasts. Even if there are bandits on the road, there are occasional ones between the kingdoms. In conflict, civilians will never be easily attacked.
Although the Xizhou monks have a lofty status, they will never bully the common people. Who knows if the next time you pick a dragon and choose a phoenix, you will pick the children of this family? Even if the government and businessmen collude to make huge profits, it will not be too much. Wherever there are monks who do chaos, as long as they report to the state, they can immediately recruit a large number of outer monks. If it still can’t be solved, Kun-Lai’s inner gate will go out, absolutely not. There will be demons who dare to act wantonly in Xizhou, not to mention that there are many low-level foreign veterans who often return to their hometowns to live their lives, and they will encounter them if they are not sure.
How can these cultivators in Central Continent make the Demon Cultivation so messy?
There are so many wronged souls in that magical instrument, and it is definitely not something that can be killed in a village!
"Your heart is pretty good." A young man walked out of the forest in the distance. It was the one who fought with him last night. He put his arms around his chest, looked at the surroundings, and then looked at Feng Qingxiu. The cold look, the look is a little complicated.
Feng Qingxiu's voice naturally showed a trace of disgust: "Does Ziyun Dao care about it?"
This is the sphere of influence of Ziyun Dao.
"You must have just come out of subcultivation soon," the young man shook his head slightly, his expression a little bit lost, "Actually, when I first went out, I was very similar to you. In the past few years, the small and medium sects in Central Continent have smashed each other and destroyed the door. Apart from destroying the sect, there are countless sect cultivators flowing into the mortal world, a little bit of family background, who don’t want to practice, many casual cultivators don’t have the financial resources to buy spiritual things, so they walked away. The few you killed are actually not orthodox magic cultivators, just It’s just a little bit of magic training."
Feng Qingxiu said indifferently: "But you turn a blind eye."
Kun-Lai also knows the magic repair method, but if anyone dares to practice-Qingnvfeng is a ten-point spirit stone purchased for research.
"Do you know how many casual cultivators there are in Central Continent?" The boy couldn't help but shouted, "Furthermore, this village is Nomura at first sight. Even if there are monks who patrol occasionally, they will not come here."
"Nomura?" Feng Qingxiu asked with a frown.
"Some people do not have males and cannot pay animal taxes, so they hide in the mountains and live in the forest. They are not listed on the national household registration, and they are Nomura, but when they suffer some hardship, they will take the initiative to vote in the town. Seek refuge." The young man was very clear about these things, and he shook his head regretfully, before saying to Feng Qingxiu, "You can take out ten Dabu Yuan Dan with one hand. It’s not uncommon to want to be born in the Taiqing Sect. Make a friend. Huh?"
Feng Qingxiu glanced at him, the other person's expression was extremely sincere, but remembered that the sea lord Qian Jingwan had ordered that in Zhongzhou absolutely not trust anyone else, and decisively refused: "No, thank you for telling the inside story, and let me say goodbye. "
"Wait," the boy said immediately, "Don't go directly east. The Great Power War is going on over there recently. You will be called up in the past."
Feng Qingxiu said indifferently: "Dare they conquer the Taiqing faction?"
These countries are too chaotic and bold. If any country in Xizhou dared to say that Kun-Lai Inner Gate was called for a national war, then there is no need for Kun-Lai to speak. The hundreds of thousands of Outer Sect disciples in Xizhou will deal with them first.
"This is the site of Ziyun Dao," the young man smiled slightly, "I'm not afraid of 10,000, just in case. After all, the battlefield is so popular, who can care so much?"
"Thank you for telling me, I will be careful." Feng Qingxiu nodded politely and turned to leave.
The boy watched his departed back disappear into the clouds. Only then did he lightly shook his head and sighed. The voice was clear and clear, and it was clearly the voice of the girl: "Ge Aning said to worship his master. It’s been almost half a year, and I haven’t been looking for me. It’s this monk. It’s too strange. He clearly has pure Taoism in his sword aura, but how can the way of raising qi be so similar to Brother Aning? Wait until I find Aning. Brother, please ask him carefully."
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Feng Qingxiu went all the way to the east. Before long, she fell outside a big city. Feng Qingxiu learned a little breath-gazing technique at the outer gate. Seeing the dragon's air in the city, she knew that this was the capital of a country.
Although he didn't fully believe that boyhood, it was a secret thing to come here this time, so it's better to be careful.
He restrained his breath and paid the entrance fee just like ordinary people. There was a rush of people here, and occasionally a monk's breath passed by. People never talked about wars. He didn't want to be involved, thinking about it, just think about it. According to the method once taught by the Sea Lord, he lit a special paper crane, and soon found a cultivation workshop.
The master of the sea once told him that now all countries in the Central Continent have called monks, and even many of the masters themselves have become masters by their cultivation. Therefore, as long as they are in the capital, there must be a market established by the royal family. Thought they recruited manpower and collected spiritual objects.
Although Nafang City is in the city, there is a magical array that ordinary people can't notice. Only monks can find out what's wrong. When a young man enters, there are beautiful maids who come to welcome guests. They all have cultivation skills. In the body-even though it is slightly lower, it looks like he is practicing the first or second level of Qi.
I was greeted by a maid and entered into a hall. There were jade plaques with handwriting hung in the hall, which were divided into several categories, including "spiritual grass", "dharma artifact", "spell" and "cheat book". Several monks were walking in the middle of the sign, picking them up from time to time to check.
Feng Qingxiu also took a second look. At this moment, a cultivator next to him picked up a sign that said "Frost Name Sword, Second Grade Spirit Tool, Water Genus", and motioned to the maid beside him.
"Guests come with me." The maid released the jade medal, and the monk led to the door of a private room, "Our deacon will show it to you soon."
While talking, a room next to him opened, and a middle-aged monk bowed his head and left in a hurry, as if he was worried about being robbed.
Feng Qingxiu looked at the jade plaque with more than a dozen kinds of spirit grasses hanging in front of him. He picked up a piece of it. It said "One fire moxibustion root, weighs two cents and three cents, one hundred years of medicine, top grade."
"Is this what you want?" The attendant was overjoyed, "Please negotiate the price inside."
Feng Qingxiu shook her head and put it down, and then think about the stallholders on Kun-Lai Mountain who shouted for a bargain to buy x Lingcao at 10.1 catty and come to buy it. They feel that their Sanguans have been overthrown and rebuilt.
Finally, he walked to the area of the exercise secret book, chose a sign with "Five Spirits Escape Method", and was soon invited to a private room, and waited for about a quarter of an hour before there was one. The middle-aged monk carefully brought a box over, with a simple book in it, and closed the door. Feng Qingxiu was extremely accomplished in the formation. Naturally, he could see that the formation was already deployed in the elegant room, and the voice could not be heard. Out, the aura can't be transmitted.
The other party said that the collection of spirit grass, magic tools, spirit stones, and medicines can be exchanged for cheats. You can look at the three crosses first, and if you are satisfied, you can make a deal.
Feng Qingxiu bargained with him for a while, and finally sold for 300 low-grade spirit stones. Then, he casually changed the topic.
"I heard that there is a war in front of you, your escape method...I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass."
"There is no way, Pakistan and Chen are both big countries, with territories of thousands of miles, and they also bring their own countries," the monk smiled bitterly, "we can only hide far away, lest we be innocent."
"Why did they fight? How long will it take?" Feng Qingxiu asked. He originally collected this information. Although the Lord of the Sea has said a lot, it is his experience long ago.
"There are too many reasons for this. It's always about people's spiritual things, money and food," the monk sighed, "We are casual cultivators, we are precarious, how can we care for others."
So Feng Qingxiu asked him if he knew the Yunshan school—this was the place Master was looking for this time.
"Yunshan Sect?" The casual practitioner thought for a long time before saying, "I haven't heard of it, but I heard that there is a Yunshan City to the east of Chen Guozhi. Maybe you can go there and ask."
"Thank you."
"A little thing and, it should be."
Feng Qingxiu thanked him, and chatted with him a few more words. The other party felt that it is becoming more and more difficult to practice now, that is, those sects are also walking on thin ice, and they said goodbye to the small sect, which was the size of Kun-Lai back then. There is nothing to end.
The word Kun-Lai touched Feng Qingxiu's sensitive nerves. He seemed to be curious and authentic: "Kun-Lai, is it a big school?"
"That's a legendary story, I also heard it." Seeing that he was curious, the monk got up and went out, came back soon, took a handbook, and handed it to him.
Feng Qingxiu looked at the handbook with "Six Articles of Storytelling", and after thanking him, she put it aside and talked about various trivial matters about the monks in Central Continent before leaving.
Then he went out and left the city to find an inn, and was about to open it. When he felt the paper man on his chest was hot, he saw the master appear in front of him.
Feng Qingxiu understood in seconds, she immediately spread her hand on the table and watched with Master.
The first is a story called "Shijunjie".
The protagonist of the story is Li Xianjing, the Lord of the Yin Kingdom. In the first half of the story, it is written that this ordinary person worshipped Kun-Lai, a small school, and practiced all the way. With the help of Kun-Lai, the two sides supported each other and established After gaining the Yin State, improving the plough, attaching importance to people’s livelihood, improving improved varieties, and thinking of many ways to make the people live well, Kun-Lai also grew stronger and stronger with the support of the Yin State, establishing a relationship between the Ziyun School and the Taiqing Dao. With a sect close to Zhongmen, the Yin State is getting bigger and bigger.
In the second half of the break, the head of Kun-Lai was splitting power from the head of the country. The head of Kun-Lai secretly attacked the killer and destroyed the line of Kun-Lai, but the head escaped. The lord of the country regretted all kinds of sins and edicts, re-established the memorial tablet for the teacher, and prayed for forgiveness. Less than ten years later, the head of Kun-Lai returned to the country of Yin. The two sides fought a decisive battle on Liubo Mountain, and the world was broken, and finally the head was cleared. Portal, the Lord of the Kingdom died in battle, and the Yin Kingdom was divided, which only aroused the sighs of future generations.
Feng Qingxiu looked furious, and couldn't wait to rush in and tear the lord of the country.
"No," Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, "It doesn't match what I saw."
"In the legend, there must be true and false," Feng Qingxiu hugged the master distressedly, "That country lord really has white eyes."
Ji Yun wanted to smile and touch his apprentice, but found that he couldn't laugh, so he just touched it.
"Master, what are you looking for?" Feng Qingxiu asked suspiciously. When I came this time, Master didn't say what he was looking for, only that it might be near Yunshan School.
"A ruined temple in a mountain with a Kun-Lai plaque hanging on it." Ji Yunlai said lightly, "I just want to make sure of a small matter."
Feng Qingxiu didn't say a word, but he instinctively felt worried that it would be impossible for Master to take matters into his own hands. He was a little at a loss, and some fear of not knowing where it came from.
He put his master in his arms and kissed his ear tip: "Don't lie to me!"