Chapter 492: Brother Dili Clan

Seeing Li Xijun in white clothes greeting him, Kongheng's expression was calm, his hands together, saying softly: "I hear that the Daoist friend has successfully broken through to Foundation Establishment. It is due to good retribution. Congratulations."

In the past, Li Xijun let him go ahead, allowing him to catch up with the opportunity of breakthrough. Kongheng was sincerely grateful. After saying two words of congratulations, he saw Li Xijun say: "The Dharma Master is joking. I manage the affairs of Qingdu, what kind of good retribution can I have... My family does not believe in these retributions... If there really is such a thing, just sit and wait for retribution, what else is there to persist in."

"The little monk is rude,"

Kongheng proclaimed the release number and landed on the mountain, looking around, appearing a bit novel. Li Xijun took him for a walk in the mountain and said softly: "This time I let the Dharma Master return, I want to trouble you to make a move and sweep away the Shanyue together."

He had already investigated clearly and opened his mouth:

"This place is for you, me, and Ximing to make a move, and we need to kill two people and one demon."

Li Xijun pointed to the North Shanyue and said softly: "Jiao Zhongzi disappeared, leaving behind a Foundation Establishment early stage of Shanyue, named Mu Mili. I hear that this person is loyal to Jiao Zhongzi, and he and his Foundation Establishment mount are guarding the North Shanyue."

He drew a circle in that area with an ink pen and explained: "If this person is as described, I am afraid there is no room for maneuvering. Remove him cleanly and cut the weeds and remove the roots."

He pointed to the south and said in a low voice: "There is also a Huo Luo'e, at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. If he can be persuaded to surrender, persuade him. If he cannot be persuaded, then surround and kill him!"

The Li family's foundation currently could truly support him saying this. If it were twenty or thirty years earlier, it would have been treated as a joke. Only when said at this time, it was resounding.

As soon as Li Xijun said this, Kongheng slowly closed his eyes and answered: "It is going to create killing karma!"

Li Xijun led him into the hall, put down the map, and persuaded: "These Shanyue are from Wushan, and none of them are good things. Killing them a few times is not clean. Dharma Master, you are overthinking."

Kongheng only looked at the dense village names and tribe names on this map and answered: "The little monk knows... it is just that the noble clan's troops go all the way, I don't know how many heads will fall, blood staining the North Shanyue, I am afraid it is an ugly number."

Li Xijun frowned suddenly, speechless. The noble landlords of the North Shanyue were just to be killed, and people were sent over. It was absolutely impossible for the Li family to indulge them. Even if they were not killed cleanly, it would hinder the subsequent administration. How could they not kill people? Only sighing:

"My family does not hinder the people. Only after killing the pigs and dogs once can the people below have some good days!"

Kongheng was an ancient cultivator after all, and if he did not approve, he could only respond. Li Xijun then said: "Waiting for the Dharma Master to come this time, there is indeed one thing to ask."

He observed Kongheng's expression early in the morning and said softly:

"This North Shanyue is different from the East Shanyue. It is the ancestral land of the Shanyue. There are many evil shrines hidden in the mountains, and the people are poisoned. Even when Jia Nixi was there, there were repetitions. I am afraid it is not a matter of killing once."

"The Dharma Master is the one who can best incite people's hearts in the world. I don't know if there is a way?"

Li Xijun looked further. The noble landlords of the North Shanyue were just to be killed, and people were sent over.

But the North Shanyue was the ancestral land of the Shanyue, and the Wushan evil shrines were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they often killed people for sacrifice. There were more than 100,000 witches, scattered everywhere, and nine out of ten were mortals. Li Xijun thought about it and thought that relying on Kongheng to solve this matter was the most convenient.

He said the things before and after, and the shame on Kongheng's face was even heavier, answering: "Using magic spells, supernatural powers, Daoist secret books, and various release fruits to induce people to follow... is an upper-upper evil path. My Liaohe cannot do it! Kongheng is very ashamed!"

Obviously, letting him make a move to make these cult people deviate from their faith violated Kongheng's precepts, and he refused again in a roundabout way. Li Xijun got this answer and was not surprised. He could only sigh: "Then kill them!"

"Ah!"

Kongheng was stunned and quickly reacted, laughing bitterly:

"Xijun, don't deceive me. I have been practicing in the noble clan for many years, and I know the roots."

Li Xijun laughed, persuaded: "The Liaohe lineage has declined to this day, and there is this rule of one or two merits. It is so rigid... how can it survive!"

Kongheng closed his eyes and answered: "The North Release Seven Paths were almost the same as my Liaohe at the beginning. Only after opening a gap did they step by step become the current appearance... My Dao does not seek survival, only seeks true release."

Li Xijun sighed: "If this is the case, where does this put the tens of thousands of people in the north?"

Kongheng was speechless, sweating on his forehead. Li Xijun was afraid that he would turn around and enter the Seven Paths, so he did not say more, laughing: "Then Dharma Master, just follow me to remove these Foundation Establishments."

Li Xijun laughed, put the brush in his hand lightly on the desk, and answered:

"The matter under the mountain, just leave it to my family's Qilin son."

Great Jueting.

Senior Feiluoya's territory was broad, although there were many hills, it had the plains of the Great Jueting. These years, it fell into the hands of the Li family, and the population gradually increased, with about 50,000 people.

Now Senior Feiluoya followed Li Xuanfeng and left, so this place was considered to be completely in the hands of the Li family, along with a group of Shanyue cultivators who either left or joined the Li family's gate.

On the road of the Great Jueting, troops galloped, advancing in a mighty way. In the middle was a black carriage, with magic light flowing on it.

Black flags fluttered in the air, and the wheels rolled over the muddy ground, leaving a long trace. Chen Yang looked at the glowing light slowly falling on the mountain head, lifted the curtain, and said softly:

"Reporting to the heir, the Great Jueting has arrived."

The teenager in the carriage was wearing a wolf fur, his long boots stepping on the cold stove, reading the book in his hand carefully. Chen Yang lowered his eyebrows honestly, not looking at the things on the book.

The fifth layer of Qi Refining Yujing Wheel was a big barrier in Qi Refining. He had been touching the edge of the Yujing Wheel for two years. Li Zhouwei's cultivation had already caught up with him.

When they met back then, they fought. It could be said that it was a hasty move. Li Zhouwei relied on the sharpness of his weapon to subdue him. Now his halberd technique was exquisite, far better than his half-hanging sword technique. They practiced and practiced day by day, and he was no longer a match, so he did not dare to be presumptuous.

Li Zhouwei listened to his words, put away the book in his hand, looked carefully in front of the carriage, and the majestic and ancient city appeared in front of him.

The city gate was full of traces of years, and it had been opened very wide. Both sides of the road were kneeling with dense Shanyue nobles, all lowering their heads. Many people learned from the Easterners to coil their hair, kneeling and whispering to each other.

He stood silently for a while and ordered: "Enter the city."

As soon as Li Zhouwei's voice fell, the carriage did not stop in front of the kneeling Shanyue nobles, but galloped past, driving into the city in one breath, splashing high mud water, causing everyone to avoid it.

Li Zhouwei did not speak, and a group of clan soldiers stepped into the city in an orderly manner, sealing the two sides of the road tightly.

Chen Yang stood at the front of the carriage, looking at the black-pressed low-headed heads on the ground, a sense of pleasure rose in his heart. But he was now one with Li Zhouwei, his cunning nature relapsed, and he reminded:

"The heir wants to conscript troops here, and there is less than a month... I am afraid I still have to rely on these people, and I can win them over."

Chen Yang's words were quite reasonable. These people were the bloodlines of those subordinates of Senior Feiluoya's era, mastering power and popularity in this place, exploiting the people for decades, each with their own subordinates. The Li family's power naturally did not need to be afraid of them, but if they got their help, it would be much more convenient to integrate them.

After all, coming here this time, Li Chengliao did not give any spiritual objects or food support—the Great Jueting was already his own territory. If the family had to make a move to raise an army here, it was undoubtedly a manifestation of incompetence.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of Li Zhouwei lifting the curtain behind him, and the heir said: "They are all people who are about to die, no need to pay attention to them."

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows lightly, understood as soon as his mind turned, and laughed: "The subordinate understands."

Li Zhouwei stepped out of the carriage, looked at the big city in front of him quietly, and arrived at the luxurious but old main hall in the city, stepped into it, and stopped beside the high throne.

He stepped on it twice with his brocade boots, stepped onto the side of the throne, looked at it casually, turned his head and said: "Twenty-one clans in the city, none are innocent, kill them all, distribute the wealth to the subordinates, and pull up a batch of people first."

Chen Yang nodded, but Li Zhouwei stared at him twice, thinking:

"Father said this person is cunning and brave, but has no ability to convince people. I am afraid it is difficult to distribute profit and suppress. If he is allowed to go alone, I am afraid that grievances will arise and an insurgent army will be stirred up."

He could not rest assured about this person, took the long halberd from the carriage, put on armor, shook the robe behind him, got on the horse, frowned, and said:

"You follow me."

Chen Yang followed him on horseback. Li Zhouwei took out the list, picked a clan with many subordinates but down-and-out, a spirit horse, and said loudly: "Go to the Brother Dili Clan!"

The ground in the city was pitted and bumpy, but his heavy spirit horse was like walking on flat ground, quickly leaping out of the city.

In less than half a cup of tea, he found a large stockade at the edge of the city, saw people coming and going from a distance, reined in his horse, and waited until a group of guards followed, only then pulled the reins, looking at the stockade from a distance.

'Barbarians still need barbarians to drive, need confidants with many subordinates, but plant cheap and poor people to be knives.'

Brother Dili Clan Stockade.

Brother Dili Youjie was panicked all night. Early in the morning, he was rushing around in front of the stockade. The bow and arrow and beast bones at his waist clattered, very flustered.

His Brother Dili Clan had been farming here for many years, with many people and soldiers, but few wizards, and was considered a lower-class species, so he could only set up a stockade outside the city and send people to Fu Daimu to eat day by day.

Later, this place fell into the hands of Senior Feiluoya, tossed for a few years, the Brother Dili Clan missed the opportunity, and was still a lower-class cheap species, until it was handed over to the Li family, and the days were much better.

There was no other reason; the Li family had not previously managed the Great Jueting much, because most of the subordinates of Senior Feiluoya had settled here, and it was inconvenient for the Li family to intervene. They only sent people to investigate and allocate spirit fields; rather than calling it governance, it was more like a loose tether.

But he got up today and heard that the Li family's troops entered the city. Unexpectedly, Brother Dili Youjie was not qualified to pay respects. Besides being anxious in the stockade, he really had no way to deal with it.

"Dong dong dong..."

This disheveled big man was thinking distractedly, suddenly heard a roar, Brother Dili Youjie was a strong bow and fierce horse person in Shanyue, how could he not hear this sound, only slightly stunned, terrified:

"Cavalry?"

He raised his head suddenly, only then did he see a black shadow flying over the stockade gate that was a foot high, blocking the scorching sun in the sky, casting a twisting shadow.

Brother Dili Youjie only caught a glimpse of a cold-gleaming long halberd passing through the air, the gray-black armor ferociously making a metallic sound, flashing with the fine iron luster that Shanyue could not build for generations.

"Whoa... neigh..."

The horse's hooves landed, and the splashed sand and dust flew high in the ground. The panting and neighing of the spirit horse were in a mess. The people in the stockade were stunned, Brother Dili Youjie could not help but take a step back, his firm face lost its color.

"Clang!"

The long halberd stood on the ground, revealing a few points of cold light in the smoke and dust. He had not seen this person clearly, but heard a piece of metal collision sound, the stockade gate was torn to pieces, the iron-armored Easterners were orderly, entering one after another.

A few clans who wanted to resist were like weak lambs in front of these people, and they were subdued in two strokes. Brother Dili Youjie saw at a glance that this was the Li family's troops, and did not dare to resist, so he could only clench his fists and wait in place.

"Hmm..."

Brother Dili Youjie was pressed to the ground by a few jade-armored people with a clang, and the cold blades had already been stuck on his throat, cold and stern, unable to move.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Brother Dili Clan was controlled. Brother Dili Youjie knelt on the ground, not daring to move, disheveled, only feeling cold everywhere.

The sun was scorching, and a golden light was in front of him. Sweat the size of soybeans kept dripping on the ground. Brother Dili Youjie slowly adjusted his posture, raised his head, and saw a pair of narrow eyes that were vaguely glowing with golden light.

This teenager swept him casually, and looked around, seemingly estimating the number of men in it, only then raised the cloth in his hand and read: "Brother Dili... Youjie?"

He listened to the tone of the voice, which was flat, with the brightness of a teenager. Brother Dili Youjie was one of the top talented hunters in the Shanyue, and also a young clan leader feared by all families, but he did not dare to meet his eyes, hoarsely: "The little one greets the Immortal Clan... Immortal Clan Lord."

This big man was sweating profusely, forced to lower his head by this gaze, cold blades against his throat, not daring to move, and saw a person turn over from the spirit horse behind, his eyes cold, turning around him, saying in a low voice: "Heir... can this person be used?"

The teenager on the horse did not answer him, laughed, and asked:

"Brother Dili Youjie, the letter says you are young and promising, giving you a splash of wealth, you must catch it!"

Brother Dili Youjie had been acting fiercely since he was a child, but his mind had never been so clear. He sorted out everything in front of him in a flash of lightning, and this big man trembled:

"The little one bows to thank the heir!"

He finally gathered the courage to look at those eyes, which seemed to be a pair of eyes born to play with people's hearts, dark gold flowing, making his legs cold.

Brother Dili Youjie listened to the teenager pulling the reins, the iron hooves stepping out of the sound on the ground, the heir used the horse whip to separate the cold blades on his throat, playfully: "Go and take your Brother Dili family people, enter the city and kill!" ===== CHAPTER 493 =====

Brother Dili Youjie listened as this youth pulled the reins, the iron hooves striking the ground and making a sound. The heir used his horse whip to push aside the cold blade at his neck and said with a playful tone, "Go and bring your Brother Dili family's people, enter the city, and kill!"