Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Feng Qingxiu's journey is not flat.

After flying in the volley for less than a hundred miles, he has already encountered a lot of evil repairs.

It was a small mountain village, and several demonic cultivators were killing people to get their souls. The whole village was **** and resentful.

Those demon cultivators took magical tools to collect grievances and human blood to refine their essence. Feng Qingxiu killed them all without hesitation. It took more than an hour to overcome the evil spirits in those magical tools. , Let the people in the small village enter the soil for peace.

Facing the numerous corpse mounds, Feng Qingxiu received such a strong impact for the first time in her life.

He was also born in a small minister country in Xizhou, with a radius of no more than a thousand miles, but there are several Kun-Lai outer disciples in the town to protect them from beasts. Even if there are bandits on the road, there are occasional conflicts between the ministers and the country. Will never attack and kill civilians easily.

Although the Xizhou monk has a lofty status, he will never bully the common people. Who knows if the next time you pick a dragon and choose a phoenix, you will be picked to bully the children of this family? Even if the government and businessmen collude to make huge profits, it will not be too much. Wherever there are monks who do chaos, as long as they report to the state, they can immediately recruit a large number of outer monks. If it still can’t be solved, Kun-Lai’s inner gate will go out, absolutely not. There will be demons who dare to act wantonly in Xizhou, not to mention that there are many low-level foreign veterans who often return to their hometowns to live their lives, and they will encounter them if they are not sure.

How can these cultivators in Central Continent make the magic cultivator so messy?

There are so many unjust souls in that magical artifact, absolutely cannot be killed in a village!

"Is your heart still good." A young man walked out of the forest in the distance. It was the one who fought with him last night. He put his arms around his chest, looked at the surrounding situation, and then looked at Feng Qingxiu's cold appearance. , The look is a little complicated.

Feng Qingxiu's voice naturally showed a hint of disgust: "Does Ziyun Dao care about it?"

This is the sphere of influence of Ziyun Dao.

"You must have just come out of subcultivation," the young man shook his head slightly, his expression a little lost, "Actually, when I first went out, I was very similar to you. In the past few years, the small and medium sects of Zhongzhou have been fighting each other, destroying the sect. Besides, there are countless sect cultivating methods flowing into the mortal world, a little bit of family background, who don’t want to practice, many casual cultivators don’t have the financial resources to buy spiritual objects, so they walked away. The few you killed are actually not orthodox cultivators, but a little bit of magic. It’s nothing more than the cultivation method."

Feng Qingxiu said coldly: "But you turn a blind eye."

Kun-Lai also knows the method of magic repair, but if anyone dares to practice-Qingnvfeng is a purchase of ten spiritual stones for research.

"Do you know how many casual cultivators there are in Central Continent?" the young man couldn't help but shouted, "Furthermore, this village is just Nomura at first sight. Even if there are monks who occasionally patrol, they won't come here."

"Nomura?" Feng Qingxiu asked with a frown.

"Some people do not have males and cannot pay animal taxes, so they hide in the mountains and forests to live together. They are not listed on the national household registration, and they are Nomura, but when they suffer a bit, they will take the initiative to vote in the town to seek Shelter." The young man was very clear about these things, and he shook his head regretfully, before saying to Feng Qingxiu, "You can take out ten Dabu Yuan Dan with one hand. It is also extraordinary to want to be born in the Taiqing Sect. Make a friend?"

Feng Qingxiu glanced at him, the other party's expression was extremely sincere, but remembered that the sea lord Qian Xianwan had ordered that in Zhongzhou absolutely not trust others, and decisively refused: "No, thank you for telling the inside story, let me say goodbye."

"Wait," the boy said immediately, "Don't go directly east. The Great Power War is going on over there recently. You will be called up in the past."

Feng Qingxiu said lightly: "Dare they conquer the Taiqing faction?"

These countries are also too chaotic and bold. If any country in Xizhou dares to say that the Kun-Lai Inner Gate is called for a national war, then there is no need for Kun-Lai to speak. The hundreds of thousands of Outer Sect disciples in Xizhou will deal with them first.

"This is the place of Ziyun Dao," the young man smiled slightly, "if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of it. After all, the battlefield is so popular, who cares so much?"

"Thank you for letting me know, I will be careful." Feng Qingxiu nodded politely and turned to leave.

The young man watched his departed back disappear into the clouds. Then he shook his head slightly and sighed. The voice was clear and clear, and it was clearly the voice of the girl: "It's almost half a year since Brother Aning said to worship his master. , Never came to me, but this monk, it’s too strange, he clearly has pure Taiqing Taoism in his sword aura, but how does the method of raising Qi look so similar to Brother Aning? Waiting to find Brother Aning, can Ask him carefully."

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Feng Qingxiu went all the way to the east. Before long, he fell outside of a big city. Feng Qingxiu learned a little breath-gazing technique at the outer door. Seeing the dragon gas lingering in the city, he knew that this was the capital of a country.

Although he didn't fully believe in the young man's words, it was a secret thing to come over this time, so it's better to be careful.

He restrained his breath and paid the entrance fee in the same way as ordinary people. The flow of people here is hurried, and occasionally there is the breath of monks passing by. People never talk about wars, and have never been involved. If you think about it, you will press Haiguo. The method taught by the Lord, lighting a special paper crane, and quickly found a repair workshop.

The sea country lord once told him that now all the countries in the Central Continent have called monks, and even many lords themselves have become lords by their cultivation bases. Therefore, as long as they are in the capital, there must be a market set up by the royal family to recruit them. Manpower, collect spiritual objects.

Although Nafang City is in the city, there is a magical array that ordinary people can't notice. Only monks can detect what's wrong. When Feng Qingxiu enters, there will be beautiful maids who come to welcome guests. They all have cultivation skills. Although it is slightly lower, it looks like one or two levels of qi training.

He was greeted by the maid and entered into a hall. There were jade plaques with handwriting hung in the hall, which were divided into several categories, including "spiritual grass", "dharma artifact", "spell" and "cheat book". Several monks I was walking in the middle of the sign and picked it up from time to time to check.

Feng Qingxiu also took a second look. At this moment, a cultivator next to him picked up a sign with "Frost Name Sword, Second Grade Spirit Tool, Water Genus" and motioned to the maid beside him.

"Guests follow me." The maid removed the jade medallion, and the monk led to a door of an elegant room, "Our deacon will show it to you soon."

As he was talking, a private room next to him opened, and a middle-aged monk bowed his head and left in a hurry, as if he was worried about being robbed.

Feng Qingxiu looked at the jade plaque with a dozen kinds of spirit grasses hanging in front of him. He picked up a piece of it. It said "One fire moxibustion root, weighs two cents and three cents, is a hundred-year-old medicine, top grade."

"Is this what you want?" The attendant was overjoyed, "Please negotiate the price inside."

Feng Qingxiu shook her head and put it down, and then think about the stallholders on Kun-Lai Mountain who shouted at a bargain to buy x Lingcao at 10.1 catty and come to buy it, feeling that their Sanguans have been overthrown and rebuilt.

Finally, he walked to the area of ​​the practice secret book, chose a sign with "Five Spirits Escape Method", and was soon invited to a private room, and waited for about half an hour before there was a middle-aged monk. Carefully holding a box over, there is a simple book in it, and the door is closed. Feng Qingxiu is extremely accomplished in the formation. Naturally, it can be seen that the formation has been deployed in this elegant room, and the sound cannot be heard, and the spirit is not heard. It can't be heard.

The other party said that the collection of spirit grass, magical tools, spirit stones, and medicines can be used to exchange cheats. You can look at the three crosses first, and if you are satisfied, you can make a deal.

Feng Qingxiu bargained with him for a while, and finally sold for 300 low-grade spirit stones, and then he casually changed the topic.

"I heard that there is a war in front of you, your escape method... I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass."

"There is no way, Pakistan and Chen are both big countries with territories of thousands of miles, and they also bring their own countries," the monk said with a wry smile, "we can only hide far away, lest we be innocent."

"Why did they fight? How long will it take?" Feng Qingxiu asked. He originally collected this information. Although the Sea Kingdom Master said a lot, it was his experience a long time ago.

"There are too many reasons for this, it's just people's spiritual things, money, food, etc.," the monk sighed, "We casual cultivators are precarious, so we don't care about others."

So Feng Qingxiu asked him if he knew the Yunshan school—this was the place Master was looking for this time.

"Yunshan Sect?" The cultivator thought for a long time before saying, "I haven't heard of it, but I heard that there is a Yunshan City to the east of Chen Guozhi. Maybe you can go there and ask."

"Thank you."

"A little thing and, it should."

After Feng Qingxiu thanked him, he chatted a few more words. The other party felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to practice now, that is, those sects are also walking on thin ice, and they said goodbye to small schools, even Kun-Lai was so big back then, there is nothing good. End.

The word Kun Lai touched Feng Qingxiu's sensitive nerves. He seemed curious and said: "Kun Lai, is it a big school?"

"That's a legendary story, I also heard it." Seeing that he was curious, the monk got up and went out, came back soon, took a handbook, and handed it to him.

Feng Qingxiu looked at the manuscript with "Six Stories", and after thanking him, she put it aside and talked about various trivial matters about the monks in Central Continent before leaving.

Then he went out and left the city, found a guest shop, and was about to open it. When he felt the paper man on his chest was hot, he saw the master appear in front of him.

Feng Qingxiu understood in seconds, and immediately spread her hand on the table and watched with Master.

The first is a story called "Shijunjie".

The protagonist of the story is Li Xianjing, the master of the Yin country. In the first half, it is written that this ordinary person worshipped Kun-Lai, a small school, and practiced all the way. With the help of Kun-Lai, the two sides supported each other and established the Yin country. Improved ploughing, paid attention to people’s livelihood, improved quality varieties, and thought of many ways to make the people live well. Kun-Lai also grew stronger with the support of the Yin State, and established a close relationship between the Ziyun School and the Taiqing Dao. The sect of the door, Yin State is also getting bigger and bigger.

In the second half of the break, the head of Kun-Lai was split from the leader of the country. The leader of the country secretly killed the Kun-Lai line, but the leader escaped. The lord of the country regretted all kinds of sins and edicts, re-established the memorial tablet for the teacher, and prayed for forgiveness. Less than ten years ago, the head of Kun-Lai returned to the country of Yin. The two sides fought in a decisive battle at Liubo Mountain. Portal, the Lord of the Kingdom died in battle, and the Yin Kingdom was divided, which only aroused the sighs of future generations.

Feng Qingxiu looked furious, and couldn't wait to rush in and tear the lord of the country.

"No," Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, "does not match what I saw."

"In the legend, there must be true and false," Feng Qingxiu hugged the master distressedly, "that country lord really has white eyes."

Ji Yun wanted to smile and touch his apprentice, but found that he couldn't laugh, so he just touched it.

"Master, what are you looking for?" Feng Qingxiu asked suspiciously. When I came this time, Master didn't say what he was looking for, only that it might be near Yunshan Sect.

"There is a ruined temple in a mountain, and there is a Kun-Lai plaque hanging on it." Ji Yunlai said lightly, "I just want to make sure of a little thing."

Feng Qingxiu didn't say a word, but he instinctively felt worried that it would be impossible for the master to take matters into his own hands. He was a little at a loss, and some fear of not knowing where it came from.

He put his master in his arms and kissed the tip of his ear: "Don't lie to me!"