Chapter 285

*** looks at Jinlian Mohe, who has a dull look as if separated by a lifetime, and immediately has a deduction in his heart, secretly saying:

"It seems that the Immortal spared him. If not, how could the Master escape so easily? This Immortal probably does not want people to know that he has placed a piece on Wangyue Lake, so he erased the memory. If I don't know what's good for me and go on talking, I'm afraid the lives of both master and apprentice will be hard to preserve."

Thus, looking at Jinlian Mohe's confused expression, he points to this dilapidated golden hall and says respectfully:

"Disciple damaged the magic treasure outside, so I came back to let the Master take a look and see if there is any way to repair this magic treasure."

The golden hall under the steps has been tossed back and forth and is already tottering. Jinlian Mohe glances at it and curses:

"I am not a master of refining magic treasures. What is the use of showing it to me? Get back and watch the south!"

*** nods repeatedly, puts away the magic treasure, and retreats as if fleeing. Jinlian Mohe continues to suck on the milk, squinting his eyes. After a few breaths, he feels something is wrong:

"What is this brat hiding..."

Jinlian Mohe cannot remember what happened before, as if he had taken a nap, but he is already a Mohe, how could he still take a nap? At this moment, the movement in his mouth stops, and he feels it is terrifying to think about.

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On Yishan City.

Li Xuanfeng leans against the city wall, silently wiping the golden bow in his hand. His gray clothes are covered with the blood of various monsters, tattered and smelling foul. He does not feel anything unusual, gazing distractedly at the north.

"Brother Xuanfeng..."

The crowd on the side all looks at him. A handsome middle-aged man walks out. He should have been in fluttering white clothes, but he is stained with spots of blood, looking disheveled. He bows to Li Xuanfeng and says respectfully:

"This time, it is all thanks to you!"

Li Xuanfeng is now at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, and his strength is obvious to all among the family cultivators. The crowd is both in awe and afraid of this man of few words. As soon as Fei Yihe says this, the crowd echoes him one after another.

"Yes, yes... What a divine bow, what divine strength!"

"To enter and exit the beast herd nine times, only Brother Xuanfeng can do it!"

Li Xuanfeng nods silently. These five years have made his expression increasingly weathered, his beard stubbly, and his eye sockets sunken—a picture of decadence. He does not pay attention to the crowd full of flattery. He only gazes at the north until the crowd looks at each other and slowly disperses, and even Fei Yihe says goodbye and goes down the city wall. Only then does he move his lips and look at the wounds on his hands.

"One hundred and twenty scars in five years, none of them fatal."

Since the destruction of Li Xia County and the death of Jiang Yunu and her son, Li Xuanfeng has been startled awake from the night countless times, asking himself:

"Why have we not met once in five years."

During those five years, he went into seclusion to write the bow art, definitely not some death-seclusion. Qi Refining cultivators can go without food, but they must drink water. During his cultivation, his thoughts were surging, and he actually threw everything to the back of his mind.

Regret and self-blame lingered, entangling him for ten years, waking him up from time to time, his heart filled with anxiety and pain. He closes his eyes and sighs, hating himself for being so stupid, how could he have forgotten such a thing.

Until Xiao Chuting used the "Old Man on the Creek" supernatural power to fish out Yu Yufeng and ambush him on the Xunlin Plain, Li Xuanfeng was shocked, and suspicion arose in his heart, which he only hid in his heart, not daring to speak out.....

"If some Zifu covets something and uses supernatural powers to mislead me..."

He picks up the cloth and constantly wipes the golden bow, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy. He silently stares at the rising moon and secretly says:

"If so, that Zifu must have his eyes on me. The family's Dharma Mirror is too important. Coming to this Yishan City can also reduce some risks."

He heard that he was drafted to Yishan City and went happily. On one hand, he yearned for this life of walking on the edge of a blade, and on the other hand, he thought that the Zifu might move his eyes away from Lijing Mountain. Now that he has arrived at Yishan City, he has experienced battles of all sizes over the past five years. Everyone has been injured more or less, damaging their foundations, but he, Li Xuanfeng, has never been seriously injured, which makes his heart increasingly gloomy.

"Brother Xuanfeng!"

Li Xuanfeng hears a clear call. Looking back, it is Fei Yihe who has returned. His clothes have been changed into a moon-white robe, and he is holding a pot of

spiritual wine in one hand, walking over with a smile, and says:

"Brother Xuanfeng is enjoying the moon alone. Don't mind me joining in."

Fei Yihe is the son of Fei Wangbai and was originally the next head of the Fei family. He was sent to the Southern Frontier by Chi Zhiyan. The two families are close, and over these five years on Yishan City, Li Xuanfeng and Fei Yihe have become very close, with a deep relationship.

Fei Yihe takes out a desk from his storage bag and puts it on the city wall, sitting cross-legged. A white light immediately rises from the desk, vaguely sealing off the wind and isolating the inside from the outside.

"Sigh."

Fei Yihe sighs in a low voice. With the array isolation, he finally has a miserable look. He pours the wine, drinks a cup himself, and replies:

"Five years have passed in a flash. Tongyu and Tongxiao should also be married. I don't know how things are on the lake."

Yishan City cannot communicate with the outside, and the two can only learn some news from the mouths of those who come in from behind, having lost contact with the clan.

"Good wine!"

Li Xuanfeng only takes the cup and gulps down several cups in one go. Only then does he spit out the air from between his teeth and say in a low voice:

"Yu Yufeng is already dead. With the Foundation Establishment of your and my two families, Yu Mugao cannot make any big waves."

Fei Yihe nods silently. The two remain silent, only pushing cups and changing lamps until the moon sets and the world becomes dimly lit. Fei Yihe says in a muffled voice:

"I thought I was born to lead the clan and strengthen the family... Yihe has read history, cultivated, observed human feelings, learned right from wrong, and associated with and restricted various branch lineages since childhood. I never thought that a single transfer order would make my remaining life empty."

Li Xuanfeng drinks a cup, steps forward, and looks down from the city wall. The ground is full of monster corpses, and occasionally one can see the remains of cultivators. Most of them are the corpses of mortal soldiers used as cannon fodder. Mortals like ants are silently dragging them below. The ground is covered with blood and filth, and flies are buzzing.

Everything before his eyes is too familiar, and Li Xuanfeng cannot help but ponder.

"Forty years ago, or thirty years ago?"

At that time, Li Xiangping was hunted by loose cultivators and fled north. Li Xuanxuan was managing the family for the first time. He was still a child who had just received the Xuanzhu Talisman seed. He bypassed the people in the clan and stumbled to the Wan family. The Wan family was slaughtered by Ji Dengqi, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood covering the fields.

He was terrified in his heart, but fortunately found the returning Li Tongya. He was indignant and secretly swore:

"This Tangjin Sect and the Tangjin Sect Young Master are truly not things. When I grow up, I will definitely kill all of the Tangjin Sect and shoot off the Young Master's head to kick like a ball!"

The childish voice still rings in his ears, making Li Xuanfeng ashamed. His hands clench the golden bow, pinching his palms red, and he mutters:

"The ambition of my youth, the string never leaving my hand, my knees never willing to bend, lightly speaking of breaking the Immortal Mountain, shooting the Tangjin Master with a bow, forty years have passed like flowing water, a dream of yellow millet, wife and children both dead, a pawn for others, mediocre and busy, confined to a city, a dog and horse for the Qingchi Sect, a blade for the Immortal Sect, going out at midnight to cover my weeping, still not daring to speak loudly, for fear of others suspecting..."

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His sharp brows knit, his upturned brows become flat, his eye sockets sunken, and teardrops fall, flowing down his face. The arrogance and wildness that Li Xuanfeng had since childhood were worn away over forty years, turning into a long sigh that flowed from his nose and lips, disappearing without a trace.

Li Xuanfeng coughs, spitting out spots of blood. Fei Yihe hurriedly gets up to support him, but sees his appearance is exhausted, and his demeanor has a bit of the flavor of his elder brother Li Xuanxuan..

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