Chapter 356: Recovery

The setting sun is like blood, and the four borders are dim.

It is rare for Wangyue Lake to have fog in the evening, and it is exceptionally thick, gray and unclear, silent, and silent. The insects fall weakly, motionless.

There are few people on the streets of Mount Lijing Town, and the ground is covered with red sunset, crawling grid by grid along the brick seams. Even the peddlers on the road have become lazy and went home early to rest. The city of tens of thousands of people is as quiet as if there is no one.

Li Brother Yuanping walked up the mountain quickly, his father and brother were already waiting on the mountain, the clan soldiers in front of the courtyard were driven away, and his eldest sister Li Li Qinghong was standing in the courtyard, holding a spear, her expression complex.

Her expression had a kind of relief, but her hands were tightly clenched in front of her chest, looking slightly uneasy. Li Brother Yuanping saw his sister like this for the first time, and a doubt couldn't help but rise in his heart.

"Eldest sister!"

Li Brother Yuanping stepped into the door and called out. Li Li Qinghong nodded, didn't say anything, and covered the courtyard door.

"Drip, drip..."

A crisp collision sound came to his ears. Li Brother Yuanping slowly crossed the courtyard, his brother Li Li Yuanjiao was standing silently in the backyard, his father Li Li Xuanxuan was squatting on the threshold, silent, holding a handful of red jade beads in his hand.

The sky was getting darker, Li Brother Yuanping hadn't developed spiritual sense, and couldn't even see the scenery in the courtyard clearly. He pinched the formula and squeezed out a wisp of bright light, and the pure white light flowed.

"Brother, this is..."

He asked while slowly raising his head, only to find that there was still a person in front of him, his face was smooth as jade, his edges and corners were distinct, his green clothes were falling, as if an icy sculpture.

Li Li Yuanjiao's gaze moved slowly, just facing the face with two lines of blood tears.

"Drip."

There was a rustling collision sound on the ground, and blood-red beads hit his ankles. Li Li Yuanjiao's voice was hoarse, ringing in his ears:

"This is True Person Chi Buzi of the Mount Qingchi Sect. An hour ago, he just fell to our house and searched for our family's Lu Pill, then became like this."

Li Li Xuanxuan turned his back to the two, holding a gourd, sipping the spirit wine inside, his face slightly red, and followed Li Li Yuanjiao's words:

"My brother and I checked for a long time, Chi Buzi is afraid that he saw that thing and was scared to death."

'Scared to death... scared to death...'

His father's words kept echoing in his ears. Li Brother Yuanping stood blankly in place, muttering:

"Is it saying... Mount Qingchi True Person died in our house?"

His pale face slowly rose with fear, and he said urgently:

"Run! At least send the clan's younger generation out, this..."

"No."

Li Li Yuanjiao shook his head, his expression gloomy, obviously having considered it long ago, and whispered:

"The Mount Qingchi Sect doesn't know about this yet, and the soul lamp in the sect hasn't gone out. Otherwise, the Mount Qingchi cultivators would have broken through Tai Xu and arrived, and our family would have been razed to the ground!"

If a Early Zifu died on Wangyue Lake in the Mount Qingchi Sect, what would the situation be like?

What's more, this Early Zifu was still a direct descendant of the Chi family, the actual person in charge of the Mount Qingchi Sect... The Mount Qingchi Sect would not only explode, but I'm afraid it would alarm the cultivators above the Early Zifu.

Even assuming the Mount Qingchi Sect had no Jin Dan, and the Early Zifu were mostly cunning and wouldn't come in person, if they really learned that Chi Chi Buzi died, I'm afraid Tai Xu would be full of shadows, and I'm afraid there would be two-digit

Everyone knew the consequences and fell silent.

"Perhaps the True Person is not dead."

Li Li Qinghong suddenly spoke up. The few of them exchanged glances, retreated together, closed the small door of the backyard, and stood or sat in the front yard.

"Elder brother."

Li Brother Yuanping had just arrived in the front yard and had already quickly calmed down. He said in a deep voice:

"Regardless of whether the True Person is dead or what has happened, quickly send out the direct descendants and have them scatter in all directions. While the Mount Qingchi Sect has not yet reacted, preserve the family's spark..."

"Go to the Wu State, seize a small mountain or a small temple. Although we would lose everything the family has, at least we could preserve our lives... Or go to the East Sea, use the family's strength to seize a small island, and wait for an opportunity..."

Li Li Qinghong's voice was clear and bright as she suddenly interrupted him:

"Once my Li family moves the entire clan away, I fear it would be a confession of guilt. A Early Zifu cultivator could calculate our tracks! Furthermore..."

Her expression was somewhat desolate, her voice gradually lowered, and her red lips parted:

"Grandfather killed the Wrathful Maha. It is only here in the Jiangnan Yue State, by the shores of Wangyue Lake, that cultivators of the Wrathful Aspect dare not come to seek revenge. If we leave this place, those Dharma masters of the Wrathful Aspect tradition who are compassionate would surely swarm over like a pack of wolves... Let alone the compassionate ones, even a single Dharma master could wipe out my family!"

Li Brother Yuanping only then remembered the scapegoat that some unknown Early Zifu cultivator had thrown onto their family. He felt a sudden suffocation and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Then, then could it be that we go to the Xiuyue Sect? The three sects have always not interfered with one another. We are under the rule of Mount Qingchi; if we were to go to Xiuyue, how could they tolerate us?"

Li Li Qinghong gripped her spear and shook her head slightly:

"Under the rule of the Xiuyue Sect... where would there be a place for us to intervene? We could only be guests. A group of us at the Qi Refining stage is not something one or two immortal mountains could support."

Li Li Yuanjiao was silent for a long while before transmitting his voice with magic power:

"The Immortal Mirror has a very high status. I do not know if the person holding the mirror can be calculated. If not, then there is a chance to escape."

The meaning of his words was obvious: it was to have one Li family member take the mirror and flee. Li Li Xuansuan and the others were silent upon hearing this.

"This is because Chi Buzi is already dead. If Chi Buzi were not dead, having suffered such a loss, how could he let us off?"

The dripping sound of blood in the backyard was maddening. Li Li Xuansuan finally stroked his beard and spoke:

"Jiao'er, you take the item and leave. Do not worry about the family's affairs."

Li Li Yuanjiao rubbed the long sword at his waist, organizing his words. Before he could speak, Li Li Xuansuan said:

"We will handle the rest of the matters. Your cultivation base is the highest, and your cultivation technique is not conspicuous. Take the 【Green Ruler Sword】; you can go anywhere in the world. Find a place to go into seclusion and break through to Foundation Establishment..."

Li Li Yuanjiao gritted his teeth, thinking over and over. His thoughts turned a hundred times, and his hand gripping the long sword tightened.

The courtyard was silent, so quiet it made one's heart panic. The night was bright, and the white moonlight drifted down. Li Li Yuanjiao raised his head to look at his brothers, his expression suddenly freezing on his face.

There had been no movement in the surroundings for a long time. His father, Li Li Xuansuan, stood in place clutching his beard, his pupils dilated. Li Brother Yuanping was covered in sweat, which flowed down his neck.

Li Li Qinghong stood quietly like a sculpture. The 【Du Ruo】 in her hand showed no light, held quietly in her hand. Her slender hands were gripped until they were white, and beads of sweat seeped out on her delicate nose.

'Why is it so quiet!'

"Creak..."

Under the snow-white moonlight, the gate to the backyard was slowly pushed open. A pale hand supported the door frame, and green robes hung down, appearing shockingly white under the moonlight, as if they were glowing brilliantly.

"Clatter..."

Red jade beads scattered all over the ground of the backyard, rolling gently on the stone bricks of the front yard.

"Plop."

This was the sound of footsteps.

I wanted to stop here before, fearing the readers would "stab" me, but fortunately, there is an extra chapter.