Chapter 681: White White Qilin's Congratulatory Gift

Li Li Ximing naturally knew that Floating Cloud Cave was now terrified, wishing they could work for his family. His family's reputation had always been good. The Wushan origin of Fei Fei Luoya in the past had been thinking about finding a Early Zifu to work for for decades on the lakeside, which was the reason. But these people wanted to surrender, Li Li Ximing might not want to accept them. Receiving cultivators of unknown origins into his family, and he didn't have a life divine ability, would likely ruin big things eight or nine times out of ten.

He didn't want people, but the land on the north bank was good land. He said: "How is the Floating Cloud Cave territory?"

Ping Ping Wangzi said busily: "They are all confiscated and detained, waiting for a word from you, my lord."

Li Li Ximing sipped tea without speaking.

Actually, Li Li Ximing had heard of Mount Xiaoshi Mountain long ago. The Li family had secret records, and the time was even earlier than the establishment of the Three Sects.

During the Great War on the north bank, there was once a Dharma Master of the 【Empty Nothing Dao】 who drove the wind and landed on Mount Xiaoshi Mountain. The Mount Xiaoshi Mountain orthodoxy scattered and fled, but a Daoist named Fu Yuan fled all the way to the lake.

This Daoist was injured by the Dharma Master and died shortly after. The plea before his death revealed quite a lot of news, which Li Li Xuanxuan had told Li Li Ximing in detail...

A cultivator from the Floating Cloud Cave of Mount Xiaoshi Mountain once came to the lake shore. He was killed by Li Xiangping Gong holding a mirror, and a jade pendant was obtained from his hands... And this jade pendant... was a component for repairing the Immortal Mirror! It was of the same grade as the one in Yu Yu Muxian's hands back then!

Because of this component, Li Li Ximing was particularly concerned about the name Mount Xiaoshi Mountain and brought the two of them here to ask in person.

"What's more coincidental is that the Bai Ye Capital Immortal Dao, Cheng Yun, and Tangjin, all coincidentally supported Mount Xiaoshi Mountain cultivators to be puppets on the north bank... How could it be unintentional?"

Li Li Ximing was already full of doubts about Mount Xiaoshi Mountain, and the Three Sects of Mifan were all from the Mount Xiaoshi Mountain orthodoxy. He was even more suspicious that there was a problem inside.

"If I can find other components, it would be good, even if there are some clues, it would be good. Not to mention that several Early Zifu are playing chess in Mount Xiaoshi Mountain on the north bank, there must be profit to be made."

"Take a step back, the Floating Cloud Cave is on the north bank of the river, separated from the north bank of Moon-Watching Lake by a river. It is my family's territory. Beside the couch, how can others be allowed to snore?"

He drank tea and waved his hand, answering:

"Since this is the case, let's put this matter aside for now."

The two were like being granted amnesty, hurriedly retreated. Li Li Ximing hesitated in the hall for a while, took out a jade slip from his sleeve, with small characters engraved in the corner: '《Upper Yao Fu Light》'

He rubbed the jade slip for a while and slowly frowned: "Li Zhouwei is still staying on the north bank... don't let anything happen to him. Now is not the time to read the cultivation method. I must go to the north bank first."

The two left the hall, flew out of Moon-Watching Lake, and went to their own territory. Both felt like they had been reborn. Ping Ping Wangzi was still better, but Daoist Wen Hu Daoist was truly relieved of a heavy burden, feeling quite emotional.

Although the two were pawns of the Early Zifu forces, running into such a thing, it was reasonable to die in Li Li Ximing's hands. Even if the two sects were unhappy on the surface, they really couldn't say anything.

Ping Ping Wangzi was still a bit better, but Daoist Wen Hu Daoist was truly relieved of a heavy burden, feeling quite emotional.

Ping Ping Wangzi was still better, but Daoist Wen Hu Daoist was truly relieved of a heavy burden, feeling quite emotional.

Daoist Wen Hu Daoist clearly also knew this point. His joy faded, and a look of confusion appeared on his face, answering in a low voice:

"The old Daoist can't afford to offend either side. This is like carrying a load on a single-plank bridge. I'm afraid that if one side is heavy, I'll fall into the water, and I'm even more afraid that if I don't tie the load tightly, both sides will collapse. It's not something I can decide."

Ping Ping Wangzi had nothing to say. If he really had to compare, the one behind the Bai Ye Capital Immortal Dao was much harder to deal with, and Li Li Ximing had just achieved the Early Zifu, acted more upright, and didn't have the mind to treat Foundation Establishment as grass, so he sighed quite unwillingly:

"Don't you want your life? Birds choose trees, people choose masters, how can there be a chance for both sides to collapse."

Daoist Wen Hu Daoist had nothing to say. If he really had to compare, the one behind the Bai Ye Capital Immortal Dao was much harder to deal with, and Li Li Ximing had just achieved the Early Zifu, acted more upright, and didn't have the mind to treat Foundation Establishment as grass, so he sighed quite unwillingly:

"Sigh... just wait... only when you offend some lord will you understand the taste of it."

He saw that he was about to reach his own territory and didn't speak anymore, only sighed, making Ping Ping Wangzi feel very refreshed in his heart.

North Bank.

The night on the Floating Cloud Cave territory was dark and heavy. A shadow shuttled between the mountains and forests. Clouds overlapped. An old man with a goat beard was hidden under the shadow-like gauze, looking left and right, carefully sticking to the ground to fly.

"Li Li Ximing Early Zifu... simply absurd!"

His face still had a look of disbelief. But things were like this. The Floating Cloud Cave master was killed. Situ Ku moved out carefully with the help of magic tools, not daring to take another step.

Floating Cloud Cave had close dealings with the Tangjin Gate. Floating Cloud Cave master Fu Dou was supported by the Tangjin Gate. Situ Ku naturally stayed in Floating Cloud Cave as the voice of the Tangjin Gate headquarters, now full of bitterness.

"Fortunately, I didn't show my face..."

Situ Ku also understood in his heart that Daoist Wen Hu and Ping Ping Wangzi certainly didn't want to offend the Tangjin Gate, and wouldn't chase him everywhere. The best way was naturally to pretend not to see, which allowed him to escape...

"Unfortunately... such a fat errand, I'm afraid I won't be able to get it in the future."

Situ Ku walked for a while, drilled out of the woods, and before his eyes could see, his spiritual sense tightened! He had already observed a young man sitting under a pine tree on the top of the mountain in the distance, wearing golden-white treasure armor.

Looking from afar, this young man had his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged, with a large halberd with a golden curved arc inserted beside him, his hands quietly forming seals on his knees, not moving at all.

Situ Ku was stunned for a moment, and the young man's eyes opened suddenly, golden pupils piercing through the dark night, stabbing directly at Situ Ku. The large halberd with a strange shape on the ground shook quietly.

"Senior Situ, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Situ Ku only felt a chill rush to his heart, and his mind was about to explode:

"Li Li Zhouwei! Didn't he go to the East Sea to subdue demons!"

The next moment, the large halberd had already crossed over. The halberd light had not yet arrived, and Situ Ku had already broken out in a cold sweat. Several talisman lights appeared on his chest, a tortoise shell floated in front of him, and a mouthful of essence blood was sprayed on this magic tool.

"Puff!"

"Boom."

Li Li Zhouwei's large halberd smashed in front of him, splashing a piece of flying stone. This tortoise shell immediately fell into the air, and Situ Ku saw clearly that Li Li Zhouwei was holding a piece of departure fire in his hand.

'Sun Departure Technique!'

Li Li Zhouwei's family's sixth-grade magic art was only 【Great Departure White Xi Light】, but this magic art actually required Early Zifu-level spiritual fire to refine. The Li family naturally didn't have the conditions, so Li Li Zhouwei practiced the fifth-grade 【Sun Departure Technique】.

This sun departure fire technique was not weak, and what was more rare was that it was flexible and changeable. The fifth grade was already the bottom-of-the-box magic art of the Mount Qingchi direct line! Li Li Zhouwei had cultivated for more than ten years and had repeatedly relied on this magic art to get out of danger.

In an instant, bright white sun departure light rose in front of him, like water waves, transforming into apricot yellow color. The tortoise shell only spun around and was thrown aside, struggling in the raging fire.

"Bang!"

Li Li Zhouwei's hand immediately printed on the talisman light shield in front of him. The entire talisman light shield immediately burned with raging departure fire. The scorching fire light pierced in front of him. Situ Ku was covered in cold sweat, and the magic art in his hand had just been pinched.

"Bang!"

Situ Ku knew what kind of character was in front of him. When Li Li Zhouwei first broke through to Foundation Establishment, he was protected by treasure armor, and Fu Dou Daoist couldn't even hurt him. He was similar in cultivation to this Li family white White Qilin, but his magic arts, cultivation methods, and magic tools were all inferior. What was there to fight?! He made a decisive decision. This black gauze-like cloth exploded instantly, shattering with a bang. A thick gray light surged out, the magic power of the 'Qiu Kui' line vibrated, turning into a thick shadow mountain and smashing down.

Situ Ku knew that he only had one chance to escape for his life. His whole body's magic power, along with the blood light, surged out, burning raging magic flames at his feet, rushing into the sky like a bird, galloping away.

Li Li Zhouwei didn't make a sound. He held the long halberd and waved it. In the middle of the arc, streaks of Bright Yang phantom colors flew out, first slowing down the pressure of the mountain, and a small flag flew out from his sleeve.

【Yang Departure Red Sparrow Flag】

"Heavenly style vertical and horizontal, Yang Departure Punishment Fire!"

Brown yellow, light yellow, goose yellow, bright red, vermilion red, five-colored departure fire jumped up, supporting this pitch-black mountain together. The long halberd stabbed again, like a pillar supporting the sky, supporting the mountain.

After all, this was the power used by self-destructing magic tools. Li Li Zhouwei had already let him escape a mile away. Seeing that he was about to fall into a chase, and complications would arise, he only narrowed his eyes to estimate the distance, and said coldly in his mouth:

"Shining on all directions, all kings must worship me... Upper Yao Fu Light... Decree!"

A point of bright light rose from the center of his brows, and the entire mountain forest shone briefly, quickly sinking into the dark night. Situ Ku in the distance was like a bird with broken wings in the heavenly light, falling into the mountains.

This old man was dizzy from running, with no intention of resisting. His lower body had already been pierced, and the scorching heavenly light jumped on his wounds, rippling left and right, transforming into two armored soldiers, wearing silver scale armor, with no facial features, each lifting one of his arms, driving the light back.

In just ten moves, Situ Ku was dragged in front of him, dying. The black light the size of a small mountain had already been burned to the size of a table.

Although there was the factor that this old thing was running for his life and had no intention of resisting, there was also the blessing of magic arts and magic tools, which was enough to see Li Li Zhouwei's strength, already having the prestige of Tuoba Tuoba Zhongyuan in the past.

First stopping the bleeding for Situ Ku, Li Li Zhouwei felt something and narrowed his eyes suddenly.

'Early Zifu?'

The Grand Void rippled, revealing a man in white-gold Daoist robes, smiling, his voice full of surprise:

"My family's White Qilin son is so powerful!"

Li Li Zhouwei looked at the person who came, Li Li Ximing, cupped his hands and bowed, laughing loudly: "Greetings, True Person! The True Person has broken through, so I couldn't come back empty-handed. This head... is a congratulatory gift for the True Person."

"Oh?"

Li Li Ximing looked at him with full approval. Only then did he know that this was a Situ family member. Li Li Zhouwei's pupils moved slightly, and he said in a low voice: "This is Situ Ku, also a guest elder of Floating Cloud Cave. Daoist Wen Hu and Ping Ping Wangzi let him escape. I was late for half a day, and I was waiting for him here!"

Li Li Ximing immediately understood, looking at this person with fiery eyes. This was not a guest elder of Floating Cloud Cave, but a good handle, and smiled:

"Good... good congratulatory gift!"

He flicked his fingers lightly, and immediately a bright light fell on Situ Ku, binding him up, pulling Li Li Zhouwei's hand, looking left and right, sighing: "I achieved the Early Zifu, and you are safe and sound. There is nothing more important than this."

Li Li Minggong and the others didn't say in detail, but Li Li Ximing understood how many difficulties Li Li Zhouwei had gone through in the four borders for more than ten years. Most of this still borrowed a lot of strength, and now he had reached the point of pretending to go to the East Sea and secretly sneaking back.

Li Li Zhouwei just smiled. Li Li Ximing looked at the sky, took him into the Grand Void, and disappeared. Only after a dozen breaths, the sky quickly brightened.

An Siwei sent the two into the hall. He drove the wind back quickly, just in time to see a young man strolling in the hall. Li Li Minggong stood on the side. The spiritual objects originally placed on the table had long since disappeared, and I don't know who collected them.

An Siwei just lowered his head and cupped his hands, saying respectfully: "Second Young Master!"

"An... lord..."

This young man's appearance was refreshing, his dress was capable, and there was nothing else out of the ordinary, only those golden eyes staring at him, responding with a smile. It was Li Li Zhouwei's third son, Li Li Jianglong.

The four younger brothers after him were not named according to the Li family's Zhong pulse. Everyone didn't dare to ask more, and no one mentioned it. Li Li Jianglong was now eighteen or nineteen years old, his cultivation was not as good as his brother, and he was only at Qi Refining.

He blinked slightly and smiled:

"I heard from the lord, such a great happy event, I don't know when father will return?"

"It should be in these few days."

Li Li Minggong responded, and Li Li Jianglong shook his head and said:

"That Daoist Wen Hu Daoist is really not a good gift-giver. I'm afraid he hasn't been so aggrieved before. The thing is a precious medicine, it looks like it has been stored for a long time. It was thrown into the captured spiritual objects and sent to the clan together."

An Siwei then nodded, answering:

"I understand."

Li Li Minggong looked at Li Li Jianglong with a smile. This young man greeted the two of them separately, saying he was going to welcome his father outside the island, quite happy, and hurried out. Li Li Minggong laughed: "He is well-intentioned. The lord refused Daoist Wen Hu's things, and they were left by me. Now that the things are gone, he is afraid that the lord will think I accepted bribes, so he has to clarify it specially."

An Siwei naturally knew, and also had a look of approval, saying in a deep voice: "The Second Young Master is broad-minded and considers the timing, which is a happy event for the family."

'Not just Li Jianglong.'

Li Li Minggong responded in her heart, and said on her lips:

"Li Jianglong and Li Jiangxia are older and have all emerged. Li Jiangliang is a few years younger, and I have also seen him. Each has its own characteristics..."

"The sons of Minghuang are all good hands. If they were born in my Chengming generation, the struggle between north and south would have been much better. That would be a great happy event."

She showed bitterness, lowered her eyebrows without losing elegance, guarding against losing etiquette in front of the elders. An Siwei was also old and didn't dare to discuss these topics with her, only cupping his hands: "I will go down to prepare for the reception of the Early Zifu on the island. I asked the elders in the family, the island is not suitable. Now it is set in the most vast and balanced spiritual energy, the Mi Lin Mountain Range."

Li Li Minggong was familiar with the family affairs, immediately understood, nodded:

"Just take this opportunity to renovate the Mi Lin Mountain that has been old for many years. The Mount Xiaoshi Mountain Mifan is settled, and I don't have to go back. I will just stay to fill the scene."

An Siwei nodded and went out with her. The Mi Lin Mountain Range by the lake had already been decorated with countless golden floating paintings. Cultivators rose and fell, full of joy. ===== CHAPTER 682 =====