Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After tossing all night, Xiaoqing fell asleep peacefully, and Ji Yunlai sat silently by the bed, looking out the window, a little bit wanting to smoke a cigarette.

He bent his fingertips, and a familiar cigarette from his previous life fell into his fingertips—with the power of a human being, it is not difficult to turn such inanimate objects into reality.

Once lit again, the smell of smoke made the air a bit choking, he smiled lightly, flicked his fingertips, and the smoke disappeared.

Ji Yunlai actually liked Xiaoqing's rare initiative.

After all, Xiaoqing is usually relatively passive, and will come back fiercely at the slightest provocation.

Their relationship is always separated by a layer, and they both know it.

Xiaoqing can't pass the hurdle of respecting the teacher, and dare not be too presumptuous, and Ji Yunlai can't force him too much.

So compared to other caring and considerate things, although the Lord of Kun-Lai likes it very much, he actually needs this kind of thing, the old house is on fire, there is no way.

The thought of regaining what was lost made him always want to hold Xiaoqing in the palm of his hand.

The reason for Xiaoqing's sudden irritability, he actually somewhat guessed.

It's because of that thing...

So, he actually didn't want to take Xiaoqing with him.

He just goes right there.

When he came here, he already had a faint feeling that he knew where it was.

After all, he has used that thing for hundreds of years.

To stay, and to fall into other hands, is always a disaster.

He looked at Xiaoqing who was already asleep, smiled lightly, and raised his hand to summon a formation, which delayed the time in the formation for a little bit.

Although he only splits the soul, as long as there is no battle between humans and immortals, with that spiritual source, the consumption of transforming into a body can be almost ignored.Just like a smart phone consumes power when surfing the Internet, it can be used for a long time in standby.

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Pushing open the door, Ji Yunlai walked down the stairs to the inn. The morning sun shone through the doors and windows, and the helpers were cleaning the lobby. It reminded him of when he first came to Yunshan Town at the age of 16, the inn was smaller and dirtier. But the cost is very high, and the occupancy is very full every year, because there are always mortals from all over the world who listen to the legend and want to worship the fairy gate.

At that time, he was running around in order to practice, and he wanted to become an outside monk in the huge Yunshan School with elders of Jindan. He often hunted and killed fierce beasts together, and then struggled to survive all kinds of black and white. ——No way, which cultivator does not want to earn a little more life, live a little longer, and gain a little more hope?

But now, when he comes again, a thousand years have passed.

Thousands of years later, that small town has become a big city, and Yunshan is still outside the city, but there is no school anymore.

That year, he left the family and walked for nearly a year before coming here. He wanted to learn from a teacher, and only then did he realize that his spiritual roots were inferior and the sect would not accept him.

So I lived in Yunshan Town at the foot of the mountain. The town is a small fairy city, relying on the existence of the Yunshan Sect, casual cultivators collect some spiritual objects, sell them to the sect for some inferior dharma, thinking that they can Can't wait for an opportunity.

He walked through the gate of the inn, and no mortal could find him. An old storyteller was telling a story by the side of the road. He was talking about a year when monsters were raging. , fighting against monsters and beasts, both bodies fell, it was said that the sky collapsed and the earth was torn apart, and there were countless deaths and injuries, and it was said that the landslide was difficult at that time, thanks to the city lord Yue who stepped forward and protected Yunshan City with a large formation, it was possible to avoid a great disaster... That's right. The ups and downs are very moving, but few passers-by stopped to listen. I think he has said it many times.

Ji Yunlai understood for a moment that the highest level of the Yunshan sect was no more than the cultivation base of the golden core, and how cruel the path of cultivation is. If a sect has no strong people to sit in the formation, it will soon be divided and swallowed by other forces around it. Those who can stay are legends .

The same is true of Kunlai in Central Continent, and the same is true of Yunshan School.

He walked along the market and walked along the street. People in the city came out early to look for work, some helped to transport goods, some came out to sell vegetables, set up a tea house, and peddlers selling needles and thread. Walking through the streets and alleys, a group of ragged The children chasing each other in the street for a clay baby are almost the same as they were thousands of years ago. These ordinary people, who are so far away from the road of practice, are also trying to live their lives well.

In the deep mountains of Central Continent, there are mostly city-states. Big countries occupy the rich plains, and small countries stand alone in the mountains. Occasionally they are destroyed, and sometimes they rise. I don’t know if this Yunshan City has ever declined.

He could also see the weak aura of the city, turbulent and dormant. On the king's flag on the city wall, he was a little familiar with the Yue characters, which seemed a bit like rubbings of his own characters.

At this time, he was thinking about Kunlai and Xizhou.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a strong momentum attacking him. He raised his head and seemed to see another self in the street, cold and lonely, standing quietly among the crowd, silently looking at him.

But that was just a phantom that Immortal Yu warned - there is actually a formation left by him in this city.

Ji Yun came to a moment of enlightenment, no wonder that thing can still be kept, it turns out that he came here 600 years ago, and he should have come here with Qing, who was still a demon, and the traces left behind made those immortals Haven't moved here.

If those immortals entered by force, his formation should be able to teach them some lessons.

Ji Yunlai continued to leave according to the feeling in his heart.

Halfway he felt someone following him.

Is that Zhao Hao?

Ji Yunlai glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that his subordinates were holding a basket of steamed buns, with a shocked expression on his face, and he almost followed him with his hands and feet.

But it should be done together, Ji Yunlai thought of this and let him follow.

Walking out of the mountain city, he walked along the river into the forest. There were many beasts in the mountain, but none of them could see him.

Soon, he saw a Taoist temple in the mountains.

The Taoist temple is very dilapidated, the moss on the plaque hanging on it has grown, but it has not fallen, and the main entrance is dilapidated, almost submerged in the small bushes.

But Ji Yunlai could recognize the words "Kunlai School" on the plaque, which was written by him himself.

"1000 years ago, when I was still young, I was persuaded by a crazy old man to join a sect called Kunlai." Ji Yunlai smiled softly, and with a wave of his sleeves, all the bushes and moss receded, leaving only Old bluestone bricks and tiles, dilapidated walls.

He walked into the small Taoist temple, which only covers an area of ​​more than ten acres, and there are no traces, but he just knows that the outer lobby is used to meet guests, and the land on the east side of the courtyard is used to grow some medicinal herbs. Cabbage greens are planted in the ground, garlic seedlings are planted on the west side, there should be a rattan pepper tree in the corner, and there should be many rabbits in the backyard—as well as chickens and ducks.

He brought up a dozen children here, most of them were his younger brothers and sisters, and one became his apprentice.

There are three houses in the backyard, all built by him and his juniors later, one for the juniors, one for the juniors, and a small house for the old man.

There are many pottery bowls in the kitchen that they burned themselves, and the main hall is used to teach them to read.

I can't remember exactly, but it should be a good memory.

Ji Yunlai thought about it. Later, it seemed that there were more and more people and they couldn't live there anymore. In order not to conflict with the Yunshan faction, they moved together.

The younger brothers and younger sisters seemed to cry a lot when they moved. Bai Shuixian and Yan Zhao also took away the chickens, ducks and rabbits in the backyard. Yue Wanci and Zhou Xiaozhang hugged his legs one by one, saying they didn't want to leave.

Thinking back, Ji Yun couldn't help chuckling.

Who else did they quarrel with, because that person said that there is nothing to be reluctant about this small place?

Who said that?

Ji Yunlai raised his hand, drew a rune in the air, and walked into his room.

There, there is already a trail, quietly opened.

He went down.

The tunnel was very long, but it was well repaired. There were about a few hundred levels. When he walked through it, he saw a large underground door.

It simply says Kun-Lai Dungeon, and the notes are a bit familiar, but they are not his own.

Without hindrance, he opened the door and went in.

In the long corridor, there are doors on both sides, one of which is opened, and there is a spiritual tablet inside, and a coffin with only clothes.

The spirit seat reads "the spirit of Zhou Xiaozhang, a disciple of the first generation of Kunlai". The offerings below have long since withered, and no one has replaced the incense, but the words "Li Xian, a rebel of the second generation of Kunlai", in the corner are very dazzling.

Ji Yun took a look and continued to walk forward without opening any doors on either side.

After passing through more than [-] doors, there is a magic circle in front of it, which blocks all spiritual thoughts and makes it impossible to enter.

Ji Yun didn't even look at it, so he walked in.

The magic circle did not hinder him at all, and he never triggered a single trap inside.

He came to a huge mountain dome.

Light shines through the center.

It lands in the middle, on the person who sits in the middle.

The man was 24, with sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, warm and moist as jade, with a calm and steady expression, and the long sword was in front of him, silently.

The surrounding space is filled with countless black ice, making this place like a world of ice and snow.

With a sweep of his spiritual thoughts, he knew that this cultivator did not die at the end of his life, but committed suicide by destroying his altar.

Although it was well placed by posterity, his hands were completely broken from the shoulder bone down, and even the fingertips were full of scars.

However, the path of cultivation is inherently dangerous and rebirth, and there is nothing unusual about the monk's slough.

Except for one thing - he looks exactly the same as him.

Ji Yunlai sighed softly and turned around.

Followed behind him, apart from Zhao Hao, who looked at the slough for a while, and looked at himself for a while, with a face full of panic, and the apprentice Xiaoqing who came after him out of nowhere.

Ji Yunlai hugged the disciple whose tears were already dripping down in a comforting manner.

He coaxed him softly: "It's okay, he's dead, but I'm still alive."