Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Yingdu was the ancient capital of the Yin Kingdom back then. The monarch of the Yin Kingdom passed away 600 years ago and no prince was established. Never changed.

Tianchuan and Ronghe River meet here to form a vast plain with gentle water flow, abundant fish and rice, and abundant products. At that time, the Yin State built embankments and arch dams on the Ronghe River, dug trenches and ditches, turned water damage into water conservancy, and even made use of the terrain to develop Creating a canal will not only make this area prosperous, but also allow excess water to flow from the canal into Tianchuan when the flood comes, preventing the dam from breaking.

In order that the canal would not be abandoned due to dredging in a hurry, the talented and generous Lord Li also took great pains to make compound soil with lime, clay and river sand for paving roads and building houses. It can be purchased by farmers on both sides of the strait. The fertility is excellent and the supply exceeds demand.

Therefore, compared with other countries, the citizens of Yingdu can be regarded as peaceful and peaceful, and they will change dynasties occasionally, and they will not hurt the civilians too much.

Now Yingdu is a single city-state named Ying, which controls the surrounding plains for tens of thousands of miles, and guards several mountain passes at the western foothills, so it is not afraid of foreign enemies.

Back then, Lord Yin Li Xianjing visited many times and found that several wetlands in the river mouth were very suitable for the growth of a kind of elixir called "Luochuan flower". After many years of experiments on the river, he found out how to cultivate it. It is suitable for monks to refine their bones and bodies, and attracts many casual cultivators. Therefore, Yingdu now relies on this feature. There is an immortal city opened, and the royal family is attached to the Taiqing sect, and barely survives the day.

Today, however, a flying peak suddenly landed in the distance. After circling several times, it landed on a river beach outside the city.

For a time, the people in the city were in panic all day long, and their hearts were fluctuating. Many monks and dignitaries dragged their families and fled from the city overnight.

Feng Qingxiu walked on the busy street, found a tea house in the downtown area, sat there for a while, and then hooked up a waiter.

"What's the matter, guest officer?" The waiter looked only in his early twenties, with a worried expression on his face, and a hint of panic in his words.

"My little brother, I'm an outsider. When I first arrived here, I don't know why everyone in the city is panicking?" Feng Qingxiu had a handsome face and extraordinary demeanor, and her spring-like smile calmed the waiter's uneasiness a little, "What's the big deal? , why are these people saying 'Kun-Lai is coming! Run'?"

Their Kunlai is sought after by thousands of people in Xizhou, and this is really the first time they have encountered the current situation.

"Tell me about this," the little girl sighed heavily, "Guest officer, you don't know that it was a grievance between Kunlai and Emperor Li that year, which caused the prosperous Great Yin country to disappear in smoke. It is said that when the head of Kunlai killed the God Palace with one person and one immortal, the blood of the monks blocking the way flowed into rivers, and the entire Huanbo Mountain was flattened. Now that Kunlai is coming again, I am afraid that he will take revenge again."

"It's just overthinking. After hundreds of years, why do you need revenge?" Feng Qingxiu asked suspiciously.

"Who knows, but Kunlai is definitely not a good man who can kill Yin Wang Lidi, who loves the people like his son." When the second boy mentioned Kunlai, he looked disdainful, "It is true that His Majesty killed some of their disciples by mistake, but later It has already been said that the villain was deceived, not to mention the guilt, but also their innocence, not only that, but also the canal and weirs are all thanks to Kunlai, who created the Hall of Merit for them and invited them into the spiritual position, but they refused Forgive me, if you insisted on killing His Majesty, it caused us to be in turmoil for many years... Those who died couldn’t come back, and they killed so many people just for the sake of breathing, do you think he is a good person?”

The mistress seemed to have been holding back resentment for a long time, and when asked, he said everything in a crackling voice.

"According to what you said, those Kunlai disciples died in vain?" Feng Qingxiu said calmly.

"It doesn't matter if they died. His Majesty Lihuang back then was the lord of the people, so he absolutely didn't deserve to die." The waiter in the shop thought he had listened to a lot of books, and when he mentioned the prosperity of the Yin Dynasty, he was very yearning, "We Almost every family here worships His Majesty, and these Kun-Lai people must have come here this time!"

"Is that so?" Feng Qingxiu nodded, but stopped asking.

The little girl was very interested in talking, seeing that Feng Qingxiu didn't want to talk anymore, she rolled her eyes, and went back to busy with his business.

Feng Qingxiu watched the people coming and going outside the window, raised her hand to pour a cup of tea, stared at the ups and downs of the green leaves in the cup, and never spoke.

There was a figure around him, a slender plain hand stretched out, touched the tip of his ear, and said with a light smile, "Xiaoqing, why are you angry, they never said anything wrong."

"..." Feng Qingxiu just grabbed his sleeve, pulled him to her side, and hugged him.

"They have nothing to do with Kunlai in the first place, and even we wouldn't care about the conflicts between sects over the years. Besides, I really didn't care about the family, country and world here at that time." Ji Yunlai recalled some memories that came to mind. , since taking back the slough, whenever he touches some old places and old things, his memories before that will come back, but there is no emotional involvement, just like watching a silent movie, which can't touch too much emotion.

After a pause, Ji Yunlai sighed softly again: "This is also the place where I poured my heart and soul into. At that time, I moved here from the Yunlai School with my family. This place was just a barren river beach with a sparse population. It’s just a town that has been plagued by floods all year round. The man wanted to restore his country, so he chose this place to start a business. It took decades to wipe out the surrounding beasts, and the number of people gradually increased.”

Speaking of this, he smiled again: "When the Rongjiang Weir was first set up, I was not familiar with water conservancy, and I didn't leave enough flood outlets, which made the water spread even more that year. I learned a lot of lessons before I got it right. After that, it took more than 30 years."

"Don't mention the past, I don't want to hear about it!" Feng Qingxiu said fiercely, what happened back then was a scar in Master's heart, and he didn't want to touch it at all.

"You little heartless," Ji Yunlai distanced himself and said with a smile, "This is the embryonic form of Xizhou. I practiced here back then, and the true species of Yunfu at that time also grew more Luochuan flowers here. I just thought of the idea of ​​planting spiritual roots, and I still have a lot of ideas, but at that time I was in Central Continent, surrounded by enemies, even if these things were just prototypes, it would be the end of the Miemen Destruction faction, so I never said it, but I didn’t expect it... ...the end is still the same.”

"How could they treat you as an enemy." Feng Qingxiu was very worried, "You made those things! You spent hundreds of years doing it!"

"Xiaoqing, you are jealous." Ji Yunlai was elated for a moment, and every time he saw Xiaoqing's depressed look, he wanted to push Xiaoqing down.

"Yes!" Feng Qingxiu admitted generously that he was just angry, but not at Shizun. He let out a muffled breath before hugging Shizun back and burying his head in his arms, "I understand the truth. It's just that it's hard to calm down."

"Yeah, if I follow the normal routine, I should let him go for the sake of the people of the world." Ji Yunlai thought about it for a while, then shook his head slightly, "But, I just don't want to."

At that time, I thought about committing suicide directly, and went to accompany the teacher to go up and down, but in the end I didn't.

So many constraints, so what?

The righteousness of the family and the country, the lives of the living beings, and the lives of the masters all come to an end with the sword in his hand, and with the souls of the dead under his sword.

"Don't think about it!" Feng Qingxiu raised her head suddenly, pushed the master back to the paper figurine, touched the paper figurine with her finger for a moment, then put it back on her chest, someone came, and he didn't want any messy people to see the master.

On the opposite side, a young man with an extraordinary bearing had already walked over and sat down beside Feng Qingxiu calmly.

His face is as jade-like, with no blemishes, and his appearance is among the best among monks who are basically extraordinary. He is dressed in a green robe with white lotuses looming at the hem, and he wears a jade hairpin. Sitting in a magnificent palace.

Feng Qingxiu poured him a cup of tea.

The two raised their glasses at the same time and touched each other lightly.

No sound.

The green-robed monk took a sip, put down his teacup calmly, bowed his head politely and said yes, and left without looking back.

Feng Qingxiu chuckled and put down her teacup.

There was a ring of cracks on his ordinary white porcelain cup, but there was no trace on the opposite porcelain cup.

Putting down the tea money, he turned and left.

Xiao Er quickly came over to clean it up, saw the ice cracked on the teacup, frowned slightly, and put it in the tray, but when he touched the other teacup, he didn't touch it at all, it went straight through.

He widened his eyes and rubbed his eyelids, but saw the teacup fade away like a phantom.

What the hell!He shrank his neck, looked around, and walked away quickly.

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In the Taiqing sect, the young man sat on the main hall with a cold expression.

"What's the matter?" The elder next to him didn't eat his cold noodles, and asked directly, "Can you handle it?"

Youth indifference.

"I took a look from a distance. They should be Wendou. He just suffered a disadvantage, otherwise he wouldn't have such a face." An elder beside him said with certainty.

The young man said nothing.

"Speak up, can you take it down? If you can take it down, hurry up and go up together. You can't invite your ancestors, right?" an elder urged.

The young man looked at them indifferently, raised his hand, with dozens of deep strangulation marks on the slender fingertips, silently telling the result.

"So your white lotus dharma body can't withstand his invisible sword energy?" The elders looked sad, "Then the undamaged cup just now was an illusion you used to save face?"

"That's enough!" the young man said coldly, "Help them publicize that the Kun-Lai Dao Seed will be sold in Yingdu. If the goal is achieved, let him leave as soon as possible."

After a pause, he added: "Look for a chance and give him the best Ziyun map."