Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Feng Qingxiu's journey has been uneven.

He had already encountered Yiba Xiexiu after flying only a hundred miles in the air.

It was a small mountain village, a few demon cultivators were killing people to get their souls, the whole village was filled with blood and resentment.

Those demon cultivators collected grievances with magic tools, and refined energy with human blood. Feng Qingxiu killed them all without hesitation. It took more than an hour to convert the souls in those magic tools , Let the people in the small village rest in peace.

Facing the piles of corpses, Feng Qingxiu was hit so strongly for the first time in her life.

He was also born in a small kingdom in Xizhou, with a radius of only a thousand miles, but there are several Kunlai outer sect disciples in the town to protect them from the intrusion of ferocious beasts. Never attack and kill civilians lightly.

Although the monk Xizhou has a lofty status, he will never bully the common people - who knows if the next time he chooses a dragon or a phoenix, he will pick a child who bullies this family?Even if the government and business colluded to make huge profits, it would not be too much. Where there are monks making trouble, as long as they report to the ministers, they will immediately attract a lot of outside monks. There will be demon cultivators who dare to commit crimes wantonly in Xizhou, not to mention that there are still many low-level outer sect empresses who often return to their hometowns to recuperate, maybe they will meet them.

How could these monks in Central Continent let the demon cultivators act so recklessly?

There are so many wronged souls in that magic weapon, it is definitely not something that can be killed in a village!

"Is your heart alright?" A young man walked out of the forest in the distance, it was the one who fought with him last night, with his arms folded, he looked at the surrounding situation, and then at Feng Qingxiu's cold appearance , the look is a little complicated.

Feng Qingxiu's voice naturally carried a trace of disgust: "Does Ziyun Dao not care?"

This is Ziyun Dao's sphere of influence.

"You must have just come out of hidden cultivation not long ago." The young man shook his head slightly, with a slightly disappointed expression, "Actually, I was very similar to you when I first left the house. Yu, there are countless sects of practice that have entered the mortal world. Those who have a little bit of family background don’t want to practice. Many casual cultivators don’t have the financial resources to buy spiritual objects, so they go sideways. The few you killed are not orthodox magic cultivators, they just know a little bit of magic. It’s just the method of refining weapons.”

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

Kunlai also knows the method of magic cultivation, but if anyone dares to practice it——Qingnvfeng can buy ten spirit stones a piece for research.

"Do you know how many casual cultivators there are in Central Continent?" The young man couldn't help but shouted, "Besides, this village looks like a Nomura at first glance. Even if there are monks who occasionally patrol, they won't come here."

"Nomura?" Feng Qingxiu frowned and asked.

"Some families have no males and cannot pay the animal tax, so they hide in the mountains and gather to live. If they are not above the national household registration, they are nomura. Shelter." The young man was very clear about these things, shook his head regretfully, and then said to Feng Qingxiu, "You can take out ten Dabu Yuanpills in one hand, it is extraordinary to be born in the Taiqing sect, how about making friends?"

Feng Qingxiu and him looked at each other, the other person's expression was extremely sincere, but remembering the Hai Guozhu's ten-thousand-thousand instructions to never trust others in Zhongzhou, she resolutely refused: "No, thank you for sharing the inside information, and I will leave."

"Wait," the boy said immediately, "Don't go directly east. The Great Power War is starting there recently. You will be recruited in the past."

Feng Qingxiu said indifferently: "Do they dare to recruit the Taiqing faction?"

These countries are too chaotic and too bold. If any country in Xizhou dares to say that Kunlai’s inner sect is recruited in the national war, then without Kunlai’s words, the hundreds of thousands of outer disciples in Xizhou will deal with them first.

"This is Ziyun Dao's territory," the young man said with a slight smile, "If you don't have to be afraid of [-], you should be afraid of what happens. 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, turned and left.

The young man watched his leaving back disappear into the clouds, then shook his head lightly, sighed, the voice was clear and gentle, clearly the voice of a girl: "Brother Aning said that he went to pay homage to his master, it's been almost half a year , I haven’t come to look for me, but this monk, it’s so strange, obviously there is a pure Taoism in his sword energy, but how does the method of raising energy look so similar to Brother Aning? When you find Brother Aning, you can Just ask him."

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Feng Qingxiu headed east all the way, and before long, she landed outside a big city, Feng Qingxiu had learned a little qi-watching technique in the outer sect, and seeing the dragon aura lingering in the city, she knew it was the capital of a country.

Although he didn't believe all the boy's words, but this time coming here was a secret matter after all, it's better to be careful.

He restrained his breath, and paid the entry fee just like ordinary people. The crowd here is in a hurry, and occasionally there is a monk's breath, and people never talk about war, and they never get involved in it. The method taught by the Lord, lighting a special paper crane, and soon found a Xiuzhenfang city.

Hai Guozhu once told him that now all the countries in Central Continent have summoned monks, and even many of the country leaders themselves became the country leaders by relying on cultivation. Therefore, as long as it is in the capital, there must be a market set up by the royal family to recruit monks for them. Manpower, collect spiritual objects.

Although Nafang City is in the city, there is a phantom array, ordinary people can't detect it, only monks can detect something is wrong, Feng Qingxiu enters, and there are beautiful maids who come to welcome the guests, and they are all cultivated— —Although it is slightly lower, it looks like the first or second level of Qi training.

He was welcomed into a hall by a maid, and there were jade tablets with handwriting on them, which were divided into several categories, including "spiritual herbs", "dharma tools", "talents", and "cheat books". Several monks I was walking in the middle of the sign, picking it up from time to time to check.

Feng Qingxiu also took a second look. At this time, a cultivator next to him picked up a sign that said "Shuang Famous Sword, Second Grade Spiritual Weapon, Water Attribute" and gestured to the maid beside him.

"Guests come with me." The maid took off the jade card, and the monk led to the door of a private room, "Our deacon will show it for you to check soon."

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

Feng Qingxiu looked at the jade plaques with more than a dozen kinds of spiritual herbs hanging in front of him, and he picked up one casually, on which was written "One fire moxibustion root, weighing two cents and three cents, a hundred years old medicine, top grade."

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

Feng Qingxiu shook her head and put it down, thinking about the stall owners on Kunlai Mountain who were yelling to buy x spirit grass at ten point a catty at a low price, and felt that her three views had been overthrown and rebuilt.

In the end, he walked to the place where the secret books of the exercises were, and chose a sign that said "Five Spirits Escape", and was soon invited to a private room. After waiting for about half an hour, a middle-aged monk finally arrived. Carefully bring a box over, there is a simple book in it, close the door, Feng Qingxiu has a very high attainment in formations, it is natural to see that formations have been set up in this private room, the sound cannot be heard, the aura Can't pass it on either.

The other party said that the spiritual herbs, magic tools, spiritual stones, and medicines collected here can be exchanged for cheat books. You can read the three crosses first, and if you are satisfied, you can make a deal.

Feng Qingxiu bargained with him for a while, and finally settled the deal with [-] low-grade spirit stones, then he casually changed the topic.

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

"It can't be helped. Both Ba and Chen are big countries with thousands of miles around, and they also have their own countries," the monk said with a wry smile. "We can only hide far away, so as not to be harmed by innocent people."

"Why did they fight? How long will it take?" Feng Qingxiu asked. He originally collected this information. Although Hai Guozhu said a lot, those were all his experiences a long time ago.

"There are too many reasons for this. It's just people's spiritual things, money and food," the monk sighed.

So Feng Qingxiu asked him again if he knew the Xiaoyunshan sect - this is the place the master is looking for this time.

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

"Thank you."

"A little thing and, should."

After Feng Qingxiu thanked him, he chatted with him for a few more words, the other party sighed from time to time that it is getting more and more difficult to practice now, even those sects are walking on thin ice, and said let alone small sects, even if Kunlai was so big back then, there is no good end.

The word Kunlai touched Feng Qingxiu's sensitive nerves, he seemed curious and said: "Kunlai, is it a big school?"

"It's a legend, and I've heard it from people." The monk saw that he was curious, so he got up and went out, and came back soon, took a notebook and handed it to him.

Feng Qingxiu looked at the handwritten "Six Storytelling Books", thanked her, then put it aside, chatted about some small things about the monks in Central Continent, and then left.

Then he went out and left Fangshi, found an inn, and was about to open it, when he felt a warm paper on his chest, and saw Master appearing in front of him.

Feng Qingxiu understood in seconds, and immediately spread out the letter on the table, and watched it with Master.

The first is a story called "Master's Tribulation".

The protagonist of the story is the lord of the Yin Kingdom—Li Xianjing. In the first half, it is written that this ordinary person worshiped in the small sect Kunlai and practiced along the way. With the help of Kunlai, the two sides supported each other and established the Yin Kingdom. , improved the plow, paid attention to people's livelihood, improved good seeds, and came up with many ways to make the people live well. Kunlai also grew stronger and stronger with the support of the Yin State, and established a close relationship between the Ziyun Sect and Taiqing Dao. The sect of Zhongmen, Yin Guo, is also getting bigger and bigger.

In the second half, the head of Kunlai and the king split up for power. The king secretly assassinated and wiped out Kunlai's lineage, but the head escaped.However, the king regretted it. He wrote all kinds of sinful edicts and re-established the memorial tablet for the master, begging for forgiveness. In less than ten years, the head of Kunlai returned to Yin. At the gate, the lord of the country died in battle, and the Yin country was divided, which only aroused the sighs of future generations.

Feng Qingxiu was furious when she saw it, she wished she could rush in and tear up the king.

"No." Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, "It doesn't match what I saw."

"Among the legends, some are true and some are false," Feng Qingxiu hugged her master distressedly, "The lord really has eyes for nothing."

Ji Yunlai wanted to touch his apprentice with a smile, but found that he couldn't smile, so he just touched it.

"Master, what exactly are you looking for?" Feng Qingxiu asked suspiciously, this time, Master didn't say what exactly he was looking for, but only said that it might be near the Yunshan School.

"A ruined temple in a mountain, with a plaque of Kunlai hanging on it." Ji Yunlai said lightly, "I just want to confirm a small matter."

Feng Qingxiu didn't say a word, but he was instinctively worried that it was impossible for Master to do something in person.He was a little helpless, and he didn't know where the fear came from.

He hugged Master in his arms and kissed his ear tip: "Don't lie to me!"