Chapter 403: Crying

The burly man in front was stunned, only then did he remember the urgent matter. Li Qinghong in front was very tough, so he could only say in a low voice:

"It was my rudeness and offense earlier. I only ask for one 【Wanling Flower】! Please fellow Daoist fulfill it!"

Li Qinghong saw him soften, turned her hand and took out a jade box from the storage bag, and said harmoniously:

"Saving people is urgent, fellow Daoist, take it and use it first."

The man was overjoyed, couldn't even say any words of thanks, discuss any rewards, nodded vigorously, took the flower, and went away like the wind.

Li Qinghong then put away the spear and landed, purple electricity flashed, Li Xicheng below was full of joy, laughed:

"Congratulations Aunt!"

She smiled softly, touched Li Xicheng's head, and said softly:

"When I was in seclusion on the mountain back then, you were still a little baby who was scared by the thunder and dropped the spear. Now in the blink of an eye, you are a thirty-year-old person, almost unrecognizable."

Li Xicheng just laughed, the joy couldn't be covered:

"Aunt succeeded in breaking through, that's good, that's good."

"Where is Jiao brother?"

Li Qinghong tightened the spear in her hand and asked:

"Rare Foundation Establishment, want to have a good fight with him!"

"Hahaha..."

Then heard laughter from far to near, a man in black rode the wind, his expression was very proud:

"Qinghong really succeeded!"

"Have seen Old Ancestor!"

It turned out that Li Xicheng had sent someone to call Li Yuanjiao out of seclusion earlier, and he had already rushed over. The crowd of cultivators hurriedly bowed, Li Yuanjiao rarely had joy overflowing his expression, laughed:

"Good! Good!"

He waved his hand here, drove away the crowd of foreign-surname cultivators, then looked up and down, looking at Li Qinghong's gentle smile, he praised:

"The "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is worthy of being an ancient method. Your driving thunder and lightning, purple light flowing, the momentum is much more outstanding than mine."

Li Qinghong smiled:

"I succeeded in the Immortal Foundation 【Xuan Lei Chi】, the sea of Qi has turned into a thunder pool, purple and silver two Qi rising, thunder surging between gestures, very amazing."

She tucked her hair, her expression was very satisfied:

"I have read several techniques in the family, 【Xuan Lei Chi】 is simple and generous, presumably written when the Zifu Golden Core Dao was first created, the miraculous parts are somewhat different from today's Immortal Foundation."

She stretched out her hand, palm upward, purple thunder surged and appeared, slowly turning into a dark purple mysterious rune, surrounded by purple light, sinking and floating in her palm.

Li Qinghong condensed this thunder rune, looking very exhausted, her face was pale, and she explained:

"This is 【Secret Yuan Xuan Thunder】, best at killing and removing demons, can already lead the world's thunder to assist, plus the 【Purple Rune Yuan Light Secret Method】 in the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong", the power is afraid to be staggering."

"This Xuan Thunder is difficult to preserve, only can be stored in my sea of Qi thunder pool through the 【Purple Rune Yuan Light Secret Method】, waiting to be taken out during the fight, caught off guard, the threat is very great."

This Xuan Thunder permeated a strong dangerous aura, making Li Wushao silently swallow a mouthful of saliva, secretly saying:

"Just now the fairy came out of seclusion, I was beaten back by the thunder in her hand, only thinking that the power of this thunder method was amazing, didn't expect there was Xuan Thunder unused... If it was a life-and-death battle, I am afraid I would be split to death by her twice caught off guard."

Li Yuanjiao also jumped his eyelids, with joy in his eyes:

"The "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is difficult, but the gains are also rich. This secret method complements it, abruptly pulling the combat power up several levels."

Li Qinghong closed her palms, took the thunder rune back into the sea of Qi thunder pool, and continued:

"【Xuan Lei Chi】 also has a method of setting up an altar to communicate with the world and descend the power of Xiao Thunder."

She frowned slightly, hesitated and said:

"It's just that I heard that today's world is different from ancient times, I don't know if this magic can still be used..."

The two were talking, Kongheng rode the wind over, his fair face with some smiles, lowered his eyebrows and eyes:

"Kongheng has seen benefactor, congratulations to benefactor for building the Immortal Foundation!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded quite politely, Li Qinghong just paused slightly and replied:

"Dharma Master's cultivation has also made great progress, congratulations."

"Yes... yes..."

Kongheng responded timidly, lowered his eyebrows and rode the wind down, chanting scriptures in his mouth, very hard-working, apologized, and went down on his own.

Li Yuanjiao looked at Li Qinghong's frowning appearance, told Li Qinghong the things before and after one by one, Li Qinghong nodded thoughtfully, replied:

"My technique comes from Lei Yun Temple, it seems to have some origins with Liaohai Temple... but I have always had a doubt in my heart."

Li Yuanjiao tilted his head, then saw Li Qinghong say:

"This Lei Yun Temple is clearly an ancient Buddhist sect, how can the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" be clearly the path of the Zifu Golden Core Dao! Isn't it knocking on wooden fish and chanting Dao scriptures, it's really unreasonable."

Li Yuanjiao also had doubts, pondered for a while and couldn't get a clue, so he had to write it down:

Li Qinghong nodded slightly, followed her brother to the mountain, and asked:

"I have been in seclusion for a while, why is there a monster general in the family?"

Li Wushao buried his head behind for a long time, finally got the opportunity, said respectfully:

"Little monster Li Wushao, originally born in the East Sea, strayed into the Salt Lake, fortunately received the Master's favor, joined Qingdu..."

"Eh!"

Li Yuanjiao's mouth twitched when he heard it, interrupted:

"You actually learned a lotus flower blooming from your mouth, how can it be so greasy, the transformation doesn't look like a good person, and I have to be on guard when I see you."

"So that's how it is."

Li Wushao smiled, Li Qinghong looked up and down, opened her mouth and said:

"The transformation is not good enough to make people relax, it doesn't look like a good person, and I have to be on guard when I see you."

Li Yuanjiao and Li Wushao were both stagnant. Li Yuanjiao looked at his sister's smiling eyebrows and eyes, shook his head helplessly:

"Must tease me!"

Li Qinghong pulled him over, very excitedly:

"Come come come, my brother and sister have a fight!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded, the two rode the wind, Li Qinghong pulled away the distance, didn't rush to pull the spear, purple magic thunder appeared in her palm, her wrist shook, and the purple light galloped.

The green-gray dragon snake on Li Yuanjiao appeared, he had improved again in these years, this dragon snake was lifelike, baring fangs and brandishing claws, beard and hair flying lifelike, roaring and jumping up.

"Boom!"

Purple thunder hit the dragon snake, causing it to roar endlessly, dark green water splashed like rain, the sky was full of water, Li Yuanjiao approached with the sword under the protection of the Immortal Foundation.

【Jing Dragon King】 was very special, except for the thick true essence, the water-controlling ability combined into a water dragon snake, divided into snakes, shrimps, crabs, turtles, knives, swords, axes, and halberds, Li Yuanjiao didn't have to face the thunder himself, just jumped up.

Li Yuanjiao had a small advantage by relying on the Immortal Foundation, but his heart was heavy, like facing a great enemy.

Others didn't know his sister, thinking that approaching a thunder cultivator could force her to defend and not cast spells, Li Yuanjiao didn't think so. Li Qinghong's spear technique hadn't been seen for many years, and now he didn't know what level it had reached.

Sure enough, Li Qinghong just smiled and pulled out the 【Du Ruo Spear】, light purple thunder shadows appeared, fast as thunder, stabbed fiercely, the spear shadow turned into the shape of a bird, coming one after another.

"Clang!"

Li Yuanjiao pulled out the green-white sword light, dazzling, but Li Qinghong didn't collide with him head-on, just changed to pick, withdrew her strength, the spear shadow circled, and smashed heavily to the side.

"Broken! Little sister has read her own sword technique, Yueque Sword Arc is very familiar!"

Li Qinghong's talent in weapons was higher than Li Yuanjiao's. This hit, one pick, one smash, purple thunder collapsed, Li Qinghong retreated several feet, the light purple spear shadow in her hand echoed, approaching.

Li Qinghong had cultivated for so many years, long ago not sticking to "Zhe Yu Spear" and "You Long Hui Ying", spear technique and spear momentum came at her fingertips, combined into one family, she understood that Li Yuanjiao's amazing sword was not more than one, and immediately stuck to it.

Li Yuanjiao's weakness was seen clearly, and he fought very hard, only using sword Qi to block back and forth, Li Qinghong's spear momentum piled up, one spear heavier than the other, beating him back repeatedly.

Li Yuanjiao's face was like water, the sword light in his hand flowed like water, divided into three pure white streams, sharp and aggressive, wandering and flexible.

"Three-point Moon Flowing Light!"

These three sword Qi were condensed and heavy, with their own spirituality wandering spontaneously in the air, pure white and bright, each dragging the flowing light, Li Qinghong didn't recognize it, pulled the spear and turned back, with joy on her face:

"Brother, you practiced it!"

Li Yuanjiao didn't answer, took the opportunity to collect the sword, pulled out the sword again, and added a Yueque Sword Arc, Li Qinghong danced the spear to block, but the three flowing lights flowed and jumped flexibly, flying towards her eyebrows and lower abdomen.

Li Qinghong's eyes suddenly filled with purple, the long spear in her hand exploded with silver-white and dark purple intertwined thunder and lightning, a violent roar sounded in the air, Li Qinghong swept the long spear horizontally, abruptly pumping the sword light in front of her to explode.

Two pure white sword lights jumped out of the rising thunder and lightning, jumped on her wrist, but abruptly dissipated.

"If we fight again, we will see blood!"

Li Yuanjiao smiled, Li Qinghong collected the spear and sighed, somewhat regretfully:

"I underestimated "Yueque Sword Canon"! This is a fifth-grade sword technique, where can it be solved by breaking cleverness with strength!"

"Qinghong, don't be humble, you might not be able to block these two sword lights."

Li Yuanjiao shook his head:

"I just practiced it, my strength is much stronger, if you returned a month earlier, I am afraid I wouldn't even be able to hurt you."

"This time I took advantage, if you sacrificed that Xuan Thunder as soon as you came, or used the 【Purple Rune Yuan Light Secret Method】 while I was approaching, I would have suffered a big loss, and I would have been injured before fighting, and I would never be able to fight you."

Li Qinghong collected the spear, bowed, and said softly:

"In the past, Qinghong could safely learn secret methods and spear techniques, all because there were brother and Ping brother in the family. Now that Qinghong has become Foundation Establishment, she can also help brother!"

"It is good that you have this heart, but it is not urgent in recent years."

Li Yuanjiao looked at him gently and replied:

"One head to check 【Blood Tun Fruit】, one head... accompany Ping brother more."

Li Qinghong lowered her head silently, responded with a hmm, the two knew it well, but someone came up below, said respectfully:

"Report to Old Ancestor, news came from the desert in the west!"

"Uncle?"

Sure enough, the man bowed and replied:

"It is an obituary..."

Guyan Temple.

The weather in the desert had always been dry, Chen Donghe had been used to it for more than ten years, got up early in the morning and habitually called out softly twice, no response.

The eyesight of Qi Refining cultivation was really too good, in the dim light he could also see the old man's thin body on the side, like a pile of firewood placed on the bed, without any vitality.

The man was stunned, silent for two breaths.

"That's it, it's time to go home."

He put the things on the desk and the wall into the storage bag, picked up Li Jingting on the bed, and walked step by step to the outside of the courtyard. The sand was very hot, Li Jingting always wanted him to carry it.

"The sun today is small, it is rare to have such good weather in the desert, what a pity."

Chen Donghe carried her on his back, thinking that Li Jingting was going to wait for this weather to go north to have a look, to die in a place with more rain, who knew that she suddenly stopped breathing overnight, still died in the yellow sand.

"Donghe fellow Daoist!"

Guyan Temple Master Bai Yinzi sent him off personally, his eyes also contained tears, just said low:

"Restrain your grief... restrain your grief..."

Chen Donghe's expression was as usual, said goodbye to everyone, the crowd of Guyan cultivators were very regretful, and even looked at him with some pity, Chen Donghe dealt with it politely as usual, carrying his wife through the wind.

Crossing the desert would take a few days, Chen Donghe had to stop halfway to wipe the dew on his wife's face, the touch was stiff, her skin was as hard as a piece of cowhide, and even frosted, very ugly.

Li Jingting had been dead for a long time, no one found out.

Chen Donghe went out at night to wait for the sunset to collect Qi, missed the time, and when he rushed back, she was holding the quilt on the edge of the bed, her expression was not calm, and she had no breath.

"Ting'er..."

Chen Donghe was distracted, and had already arrived at Xiping Mountain. The earth vein on this mountain was thin, the spirit machine was cut off, although the clouds were misty above, the white mist was filled, the sunset scenery was thousands, but it was just a mortal mountain.

Mortal mountain, naturally no one was willing to stay, even if Xiping Mountain was high and dangerous, how to block the southeast water vein with one's own strength, shaping the Guyan desert, it was still not recorded by anyone.

But Li Jingting liked it very much.

Chen Donghe landed on the mountain with ease, pushed aside the sparse trees, two small black stone platforms were carved on the top of the mountain, appearing extraordinary in the ethereal and moist mountain mist, and one could see the endless clouds and mist under his feet with a tilt of his head.

Looking east from here, one could not only see the complete Wangyue Lake, but also see several famous immortal mountains, and even Lijing and Qingdu mountains were looming in the distance.

This was the place Li Jingting loved to come, but it took several days to come and go, Chen Donghe didn't have time all the time, every time he came, he made her happy for a long time, as if celebrating a festival.

Chen Donghe put her on the stone platform, sighed lightly, leaned against the stone wall very tiredly, leaned her head on his shoulder, and looked at the distance without saying a word.

The mountain wind roared, lonely and cold, Chen Donghe was very calm, just like she didn't speak before she was alive, he didn't speak.

In the distance, the white boundless clouds and mist gradually turned into an ocean of golden red and crimson under the reflection of the morning sun, rolling and surging, turning into various shapes.

The clouds and mist came from far to near, the black mountain cliffs gradually lost their shadows in the white clouds, a pale and stiff corpse and an old man were submerged in the moist clouds and mist.

"Woo..."

A sound of crying appeared in the boundless white clouds and mist.

An old man's, stumbling, sobbing, ugly crying sound.

This paragraph of Li Jingting cannot be written with a lot of ink, I have tried my best to be concise. ^

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