Chapter 603: Scattering Geng and Floating White

Moon-Watching Lake. The sky was bright, the lake water clear and transparent. Qingdu Peak stood in the middle of the lake, stone steps leading up the mountain. An old man stood before the hall steps, wrapping himself in a gray-blue cloak, pacing in circles.

Li Xuanxuan waited for a while, finally seeing a man with a spear land before the hall. He was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, cupping his hands in salute, saying respectfully:

"Siwei has seen the lord."

"How is the shore?"

Li Xuanxuan lifted him up, asking urgently. This person was An Siwei, son of An Jiyan, steady and handsome. Hearing this, he said in a low voice: "What I saw just now is not false. From the north to the river, it is all pink, numbering over a million. Glass, gold sand, and various objects are mixed in, attracting cultivators to sweep, full of human shadows."

"Listening... people from the north say it is the omen of the fall of the Mages."

Li Xuanxuan twisted his beard, his heart sinking, clutching his hands, answering:

"The Buddhist sect is extremely good at reincarnation. If they are forced to fall, I am afraid the battle has reached a critical moment."

"The lord also said so..."

An Siwei's words naturally referred to Li Xijun, who was still investigating on the shore. Before his voice fell, frost and snow floated before the hall, and Li Xijun entered the hall with the wind, 【Hanlin】 hanging at his waist, his complexion still somewhat pale.

"Xijun!"

Li Xuanxuan asked a question. Li Xijun returned the salute first, then said softly: "I am afraid many Mages have fallen. There seems to be some spirit tool suppressing the riverbank, and the situation looks much better. Earlier, there were demonic cultivators circling, but now there is not one."

He pressed his sword with one hand, stepped forward in the hall, thought for a moment, and said with interest: "It seems Bianyan Mountain is not necessarily a good place. The True Person's calculations are ever-changing. If the riverbank is guarded, where will the demonic cultivators go!"

Li Xijun's words made Li Xuanxuan relax a lot. The old man looked into the distance, suddenly sensing a white-gold Qi floating in the north, and hurriedly became vigilant.

Li Xijun's pupil technique was the most powerful and had long since seen through it. He exhaled lightly, colorful light surfacing in his eyes, and the trace of worry hanging between his brows dissipated. He turned back and smiled: "It is a great victory!"

His heart relaxed instantly, and he immediately turned his thoughts:

'It seems there is a calculation involved! It's just that I am in the rear and can't hear any news. Perhaps it's a good move by Chi Zhiyan... But if it's a Early Zifu calculation, then there's a good show to watch!'

Li Xuanxuan still couldn't see the people in the distance, but seeing the thunder and colorful clouds, and the golden Qi, combined with Li Xijun's words, his heart relaxed. The old man had been worried for most of the night, and joy could not be suppressed on his face:

"Ancestors bless, looking at this appearance, it is a great victory!"

He gradually recognized his own younger generation, counted a few people, but didn't see Li Xuanfeng's figure. Instead, he noticed a man in white armor, with everyone standing to the side as he walked, his status appearing extremely noble. The old man immediately said: "There seems to be a high-level cultivator, the white Qi is dazzling, can't see clearly. Should welcome him grandly, so as not to lose etiquette!"

Li Xijun was stunned for a moment, understanding that Li Xuanxuan didn't practice pupil techniques and couldn't see clearly. He smiled in his heart and nodded: "Should be grand, let's go welcome him together!"

Several people drove the wind to welcome them together. Li Xijun was slightly faster than Li Xuanxuan, sensing that the family jade pendant at his waist was glowing in response, only then relaxing, bowing as a junior.

"Clatter..."

Li Xuanxuan first saw Li Qinghong holding a spear. Although she was always heroic, there was some worry between her brows. On both sides were Li Ximing and Li Xizhi. Although they were somewhat withered, they didn't have heavy injuries.

His heart was set. Only then did he pay attention to the white-armored cultivator in the middle. This man had a tiger-headed mysterious helmet, covering both sides of his cheeks, very majestic. His pupils were pale white, his hair black, appearing to be in his prime.

The ghastly white patterns on his cheeks and neck flickered, stinging people so they could not open their eyes, making it even harder to examine his countenance. Li Xuanxuan only felt that his posture was somewhat familiar, and he secretly pondered:

"This golden Qi is several points colder than my second brother's Geng Gold. Could it be a high-level cultivator of the Dui Gold path?"

So he didn't dare to look more, silently looking away. Who knew that this person hadn't arrived yet, but already made everyone feel like they were being cut by a knife. Li Xuanxuan was even more suspicious:

"Could it be a True Person of the Golden Feather Sect? What does it have to do with my family?"

By the time the crowd arrived, Li Xijun had already spoken, saying softly:

"Seen the brothers and elders."

His voice was always clear. Li Ximing and Li Xizhi were both depressed and didn't answer first. Li Qinghong actually looked at the person in the middle. Li Xuanxuan was suspicious, but heard the slightly hoarse man's voice: "No need for etiquette."

"Drip..."

A drop of clear dew rolled off Li Xuanxuan's gray-blue clothes. A sky full of autumn dew actually fell on the lake, dripping and cold and sharp. This sound made the old man raise his head immediately, meeting those eyes, and said in a daze: "Xuanfeng...?"

The ghastly white patterns on Li Xuanfeng's face had already faded. His eyes were sharp and spirited. Having just slaughtered all the Shramanas, the suppressed killing intent transformed into an indescribable majesty. The armor on his body set off his divine martial appearance even more, like a celestial general fallen from some immortal mansion.

But his face was only in his thirties. In an instant, Li Xuanxuan was pulled from suffocation to the past. The old man groaned, his face slightly red:

"Second brother..."

"Brother."

Li Xuanfeng responded. The autumn dew on the lake became more urgent, like a sudden rain. Li Qinghong looked worried and said softly: "Better enter the peak first..."

Li Xuanxuan had also managed a clan and was not an ordinary old man. He quickly sensed something from the junior's expression, landed quickly, and led the white-armored Li Xuanfeng into the hall.

But his heavy gaze never moved from his brother's face, his eyes slightly red, as if examining something.

This immortal bow of Li Xuanfeng had gone through vicissitudes, washed away the lead, and that frivolousness was removed, making him even more like him! It wasn't just Li Xuanxuan who was stunned; I'm afraid Li Xuanfeng himself would be stunned if he looked in the mirror!

Li Xuanfeng sat down, looked around at the children, and for a moment actually mentioned one thing first, saying softly: "Qinghong, that Helian Changguang has been killed by me, no need to worry."

Li Qinghong's apricot eyes were slightly red, and she nodded, not interrupting him. Li Xuanfeng's pupils moved, his voice very calm:

"Slaughtering all the Shramanas on the riverbank, startling the Northern cultivators into retreating, thus Bianyan Mountain sank into the sea. The Chi family's direct line and their followers all perished here. Si Yuanli served the Immortal's decree, fanning the flames. Even if it was bright and grand, the rift between the Si and Chi surnames has already been born."

"If I die, the southern aristocratic families will inevitably celebrate. Qingchi will fall into the hands of Si Yuanli and Lin Gu Lanying. Although Si Yuanli has a kind side, he is by no means a indecisive person, and there will inevitably be changes."

His iron-like cold face had less composure than his father's, but more dominance of slaughtering the crowd of Mages, every word cold:

"In the five counties, the Yuan family was originally a supporter of the Chi family, and Yuan Tuan and Yuan Chengdun were harmed by them. How can there be no resentment? Hu Yuan is kind but weak, Hu Du is poisonous and ruthless. Once the situation changes, it may not be impossible to shake."

"The Yu family was dismantled by the Chi family, and only Yu Yuwei can solve it. This person died a step early, making it harder to rise."

"The Lin Gu family is deeply rooted and has always had ambitions. They have occupied the South Sea for generations and are also the nobles of the Wu-Yue Shanyue. They are connected by marriage to Huikui. Si Yuanli will inevitably win them over, and they can be used as aid..."

"The Ning family is tied to Ning Wan alone. Ning Heyuan is afraid there is no hope of survival. The Ning family has fallen into the hands of Ning Hejing and cannot be trusted..."

His gaze swept across the crowd, landing on Li Xizhi, his voice lower:

"Xizhi... my Li family has exhausted three generations to reach the position of a southern aristocratic family. The Chi family's tail-heavy situation has appeared. Si Yuanli will inevitably use you. You should handle the sect matters yourself."

"Second Uncle, rest assured."

This elegant and dignified youth nodded slightly, showing his consistent generous style. He said softly: "The junior only worries about Uncle Yuanyin..."

"No matter."

He saw this man in white armor sitting, his voice low:

"He has a sense of proportion."

Li Xizhi retreated thoughtfully. Li Xuanfeng opened his eyes, looked at Li Qinghong, his voice lower:

"Qinghong, if I am not here, only you in the family are good at fighting. The thunder method is violent. You should stay in the sea to deter those who are not on the right path, and don't need to get involved in the sect fighting."

"Yes."

Li Xuanfeng then looked at Li Ximing. Li Ximing was always afraid of him, lowering his head and not daring to speak. The man before him only asked:

"Ximing, how much certainty do you have for the Early Zifu."

Li Ximing felt sour in his heart, full of bitterness, saying heavily: "Less than twenty percent."

Li Xuanfeng nodded, actually saying softly: "That's high. Don't be eager for quick success... Where is Minghuang?"

"Already went to the East Sea, not yet returned."

Li Xijun responded. Li Xuanfeng looked at him, saying quietly: "You have the ambition to love the sword path, but it's a pity that you are implicated by my family. Not everyone has the posture of a sword immortal. Wang Xun still has to walk the world, so you can move around."

Li Xijun paused slightly, but saw Li Xuanfeng looking at the old man to the side, with some fluctuations in his language for the first time:

"Xuanling was also like this back then. Once is enough, don't come again."

"Take the genealogy."

Li Xijun immediately retreated, and in less than two breaths, he stepped forward holding a purple jade slip, and also pressed a book. Li Xuanfeng took it lightly, placed the jade slip on the table, and caught it in his hand.

"Clang..."

The golden Qi in his hand condensed, turning into a gold-silver intertwined pen. He turned a page, and it was 【Uncle Pulse】. The pen tip fell on the paper, lifting and picking.

"Li Yuanyu."

He handed the thing to Li Qinghong, saying hoarsely: "You are the most sensitive to colors, and you saw it well. I didn't do this thing beautifully, but there is no chance. For things after this, you need to look more..."

Li Xuanfeng spat out a mouthful of golden Qi, stopped his words, paused slightly, and then untied the brocade bag at his waist, untied the prohibition inside, and with the other hand, pulled out a white bow.

This white bow was transformed from Geng Gold. Li Xuanfeng looked at this mysterious bow that had fought with him all his life carefully, rubbing it lightly. The two characters 【Geng Gold】 on the bow disappeared, changing and floating, turning into two characters: "【Shen Bai】"

His voice had a few more points of gentleness, saying softly

"I wielded the Gold with the proper position and finally achieved this bow. Everything in the storage bag is left to the family. This immortal bow will be left to Yuanyin."

Li Qinghong vaguely saw pieces of gold sand rolling beneath her feet, understanding that Li Xuanfeng didn't have much time left, only nodding. The man in white armor finally stood up, silver-white light flickering on his face, his voice like gold and iron clashing: "In the north-south struggle, I have killed countless people. Murong Helian, Kongwu compassion... all have blood debts in my hands..."

"Now sitting and transforming, temporarily slowing down their resentment. Family children should not go north if not necessary, to prevent being harmed by others."

"Li Xuanfeng has the heaviest killing karma and has done many evil deeds. It is appropriate to die because of killing, and there is no resentment."

The people in the hall were all weeping with their heads lowered, but the man laughed loudly, pulled up the old man who was crying uncontrollably, flicked his hand lightly, and sent everyone else out of the hall. The hall door closed with a boom, and he laughed:

"Brother... Uncle doesn't like wine, so we three brothers didn't dare to drink much. Now that the big matter is harmonious, why not get drunk."

A golden pot appeared in his hand, and he dropped a few crystalline Wanling flowers into it, placed a jade cup, and filled it for the sobbing old man, his voice although slightly hoarse, had a kind of heroic spirit of having been through many battles.

"Brother!"

Li Qinghong and others were all standing outside the hall. The woman raised her tearful eyes, finding that a brilliance to the extreme filled the entire hall, and two figures were cast on the hall door.

The brothers wept and laughed, their loud voices never ceasing. They spoke of the Green Sword and White Blade, the falling of the Fierce Clouds; or they spoke of throwing swords and shooting wood, the romance of youth; or they spoke of the Zhenhui Shramanas falling, the long whale and the moon setting...

The two laughed and scolded, guessing fists and betting on wine.

Speaking of shooting the Tangjin Master with a bow, they drank three cups first, the arrow shining on the Chengshui Mausoleum, raising their goblets to each other.

Returning to talk about tearing the swallow general demon, slapping the table and hitting the cup, slaughtering eighteen Mages, floating a large white.

The two people's laughter even drowned out the sobbing sounds outside the hall, resounding in the mountains. Li Xuanxuan had never been so hearty and unbridled. He talked about all sorts of things he had not dared to mention in the past. Li Xuanfeng before him laughed heartily, straightforward and generous.

The brilliance in the hall was getting lighter and lighter. The old man's voice was still high: "Xuanfeng! At that time, the main position... must be Xuanling and yours!"

Li Qinghong gradually stopped crying, her apricot eyes lowered, and only one figure remained on the hall door. Everyone looked up, listening to him scold or curse, or cry or laugh, but no one responded to him anymore.

"Clatter......"

The autumn dew in the sky was like rain, knocking on the roof ridge urgently. The cold wind passed through the mountains, hitting the leaves and rustling, hitting everyone, but no one operated their magic power.

The clear and transparent autumn dew rolled down along the Dharma robe, spinning twice in the muddy soil, gradually gathering into a stream, washing the soil down along the stone steps, leaving a patch of cold brightness.

Li Qinghong raised her head. The heavy cloud Qi in the sky had scattered. The sky was gradually turning late, and the stars were flickering. The lake water in the distance was surging, and several dark, heavy reefs floated out of the water surface, reflecting dots of metallic luster.

She stepped forward quietly, carefully pushing the hall door open. The hall was brightly lit by starlight and moonlight, and the dark steps were clear. The old man leaned against the pillar and slept, only wearing a white inner robe, but the gray-blue cloak was covered on him very gently.

Before him was a mess, the table was sprinkled with a lot of wine, while the opposite side was clean and tidy. The white bow stood around the table, and the jade cup was placed upright on the side of the table, filled with clear wine, reflecting the moonlight, as if it hadn't been moved.

A Wanling flower was soaked in the wine.

Her gaze moved slowly on the dark table. The only bright thing in the entire hall was a two-finger-wide talisman, resting on the corner of the table, with complex patterns. Everything was neat and clean, as if the owner had just left the seat.

Li Qinghong didn't enter, bowed down lightly, her voice slightly muffled, low: "Uncle..." ===== CHAPTER 604 =====