Chapter 87: On the mountain city

Li Chijing stood on the high gray and white city wall, looking at the surging beasts below without saying a word.

Time left no trace on his face. He still looked like a teenager, but his expression became much more mature.

After five years of fighting in the southern Xinjiang, Li Chijing's sword technique became more and more mature. He mastered several sword techniques in the sect and made some famous. Everyone knew that Qingsui Peak had a small sword immortal, and his sword technique was very powerful.

Wiping away the blood from the long sword in his hand, Li Chijing exhaled his breath towards the rising sun, and spit out a pure white aura between his lips and teeth.

"This Yishan City is really reliable."

The Qingchi Sect disciple behind him spoke with a smile, and the magic beads in his hand floated up and down, which was Deng Qiuzhi.

Li Chijing nodded, took the spiritual medicine in his hand, and constantly adjusted the magic power in his body in order to recover as soon as possible and make it easier for him in the next round of shifts.

"Oh, it's a coincidence. But when I waited for a shift to arrive in Yishan City, there was a beast tide, which was more and more surging!"

Deng Qiuzhi sneered and said in a sarcastic tone, making everyone around him unable to help but look at him.

Seeing Li Chijing unmoved and practicing on his own, Deng Qiuzhi sat on the ground and murmured:

"But they want to eat you and me, but they all want to be buried with you."

"This man started going crazy again..."

"Don't the Deng family all do this?"

Everyone around him whispered and looked at Deng Qiuzhi with a strange look. Li Chijing frowned when he saw this and said in a deep voice:

"Stop talking, recover your mana quickly, so as to save me from saving you!"

Deng Qiuzhi was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a laugh, but heard a cheer below.

"Retreat! The beast tide finally retreated!"

It turned out that this wave of beasts finally retreated, and everyone had a chance to breathe again. They cheered and went down the city tower. Li Chijing also had a smile on his face. While walking down the ladder on the city, he thought about writing a letter to his home.

Deng Qiuzhi followed up with a stern face, and smiled against the bright sunset:

"Don't you think something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Li Chijing raised his eyebrows, withdrew the blue and white green eyebrows in his hand, looked at him with a smile, and joked:

"Why are you talking about it recently? Could it be that the practice is getting deeper and deeper and you are becoming obsessed with it?"

The two fought side by side in southern Xinjiang for five years. Deng Qiuzhi and Li Chijing had long forgotten what happened when they were together and could be regarded as close friends.

"Every time you and I are exhausted, the beast tide will retreat obediently. How can there be such a caring thing?"

Deng Qiuzhi smiled and spoke, but his eyes were full of deep meaning.

"Who can keep his power at the critical moment of life and death? It's not just you and me. Which disciples in the city are not exhausted?"

Li Chijing refuted, smiled and greeted the other person beside him.

"Think about it."

Deng Qiuzhi patted his shoulder and whispered:

"If you are the demon king of southern Xinjiang, you will be able to send thousands of wild beasts and monsters to die in vain? If you have this intention, you will not improve your cultivation. Just these monsters can push you to the mountain city? If you send them to the subordinates of the seven sects for free, wouldn't that be a fool?"

"Besides, if the demon king wants to kill these disciples of the sect, he will just push the beast tide and waste it to death. He will come back and forth like a fool, relaxing and resting from time to time. No matter how he looks, he will feel like he is waiting for me to deliver vegetables..."

Li Chijing smiled, and said hello to the same person, interrupting Deng Qiuzhi, which made him so angry that he glared at him and attached himself to Li Chijing's ear and said softly:

"Do you know when the last time Yishan City broke!"

Li Chijing smiled and replied in a low voice:

"Twenty-five years ago, many people died in all three sects and seven sects, including Yu Yu Wedge, a foundation-building monk who practiced "The Blue Smoke Shining Moon", and swallowed the moonlight of the moon."

Deng Qiuzhi suddenly stopped, his eyes were shocked, and he replied in a daze:

"You... know..."

"Of course I know."

Li Chijing nodded with a smile, and the two of them went up the mountain without saying a word and entered Li Chijing's cave.

Li Chijing watched Deng Qiuzhi follow in, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and isolated the inside and outside. Then he silently looked at Deng Qiuzhi.

"I have been to this ghost place for five years. I have read all the secrets of the Dharma in the city. Combined with the matters in the mushroom forest, I can see that something is wrong."

"I just don't know when they will do it, and when will they raise me...it's just you, why?"

Deng Qiuzhi clenched his fists and said:

"The Qingchi Sect has long cut off the inheritance of Taiyin Moon Flower. My Deng family has a special physique, so I forced my family to practice the secret technique from generation to generation, refine it into supplements, and use it as a commodity to exchange spiritual objects with the demon king in the southern border."

"In my early years, my Deng family practiced one crazy one. Over the past few hundred years, it has gradually improved, but it has gradually stopped affecting consciousness. I just want to pretend to be crazy..."

Li Chijing said silently, took off his feather clothes and sat by the stone table to make tea.

Deng Qiuzhi sighed deeply and said:

"I have seen all kinds of spiritual medicines and elixirs given to the sect. They are all gametes that use profound medicines. This is... practicing human pills."

"Man Dan?"

Li Chijing filled the teacups in front of them and said with a smile:

"I just don't know which demon king in southern Xinjiang wants to break through. It's such a big deal."

When Deng Qiuzhi saw Li Chijing's smile on his face, he relaxed a lot and said in anger:

"You can still laugh."

"Then what can I do?"

Li Chijing shook his head and said:

"Qingchi Sect is powerful, and you and I have no way to retreat. I died in this southern border for no reason. I also sacrificed for the sect on the surface. At least I can still make some compensation for my family. Can I escape after the reason and cause the whole family to be destroyed?"

Deng Qiuzhi drank a sip of tea, lowered his head in angrily, and shouted:

"Even so... you and I have lived for nothing for a lifetime, and were born to be in the mouth of monsters!"

The smile on Li Chijing's face also restrained and he said with a lonely expression:

"People are the slaughter and I am the slaughter. Fish meat must have the awareness of fish meat. Your Deng family has endured it from generation to generation? His Qingchi Sect has been prosperous for five hundred years. Can it still flourish for generations? There will always be a day of decline. As long as the family is still there and silently accumulates, there will be a day of revenge for nine generations."

"The cultivator has a long lifespan, and there is little thing that today's hatred will be repaid tomorrow. Each generation has its own mission."

Li Chijing stood up slowly, looked at Qingfeng in his hand and said:

"Our mission is to feed Qingchi Sect so that the family can have a breather. If not, what else can we do? Can we still advance to the Purple Mansion like in the novel, so that Qingchi Sect has to take back its life?"

"Let's take a step by step."

Deng Qiuzhi sat cross-legged and said dejectedly:

"I dare not escape no matter what. If you and I escape from this Yishan City, the family will be over."

(End of this chapter)
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