Chapter 173: Unpeaceful
In a small valley somewhere in the Panchi Mountains, a ripple appeared in space.
Then a man and a woman walked out hand in hand.
The man and woman are naturally Qin Ziling and Xiao Qing.
As soon as he walked out, Qin Ziling released a spiritual soul to explore the surroundings, and then quickly put the beast bag containing the Hua Chi and the bag containing the elixir into the corpse-raising ring.
Xiao Qing was no longer surprised to see the bag in Qin Ziling's hand disappear out of thin air.
Two hours later.
A luxurious carriage drove out of Jinliao County and headed all the way to Fangliao County.
The carriage was driven by two men as big as iron towers.
There was one man and three women in the car.
This luxurious carriage is naturally the Xiao family's carriage.
After Qin Ziling and Xiao Qing decided to participate in the hunting in the dragon vein area of Panchi Mountain, they made arrangements for Xia Yan and others to wait for them in Jinliao County.
Qin Ziling leaned back against the soft pillow, closed his eyes and looked relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
In fact, his soul was closely observing everything going on around him at this moment, and he was thinking about the gains this time and the next development plans.
Xiao Qing seemed to be thinking about something very important. He said nothing and had a serious expression.
Xia Yan and Yun Xiwu are both smart people. They know what to ask and what not to ask.
Xiao Qing and Qin Ziling didn't say anything, so they all remained silent and didn't ask about the dragon vein land.
However, Xia Yan and Yun Xiwu looked very relaxed at this moment. In the three days before this, they were worried every day.
While the carriage was completely quiet, with only the occasional sound of carriage wheels rolling over the ground outside, other places in Qinghe County were quite uneasy.
At the foot of Panchi Mountain, in a makeshift house.
"Six! They actually hunted and killed six Chi Luos, which is two more than the previous highest number!" The bearded man from the Chi Luo Sect said with a distressed look on his face.
"Uncle Master, do you want to investigate?" a man came forward and asked.
"He's already been killed, what's there to investigate? Besides, this is the Great Qi Kingdom, what does it have to do with us who gets the Hua Chi?" said the bearded man, waving his hand.
Not far from Panchi Mountain, a crane's cry suddenly sounded in the sky.
A huge crane with a wingspan of more than ten meters rushed out from the sky and landed on a meadow in the jungle.
The crane's entire body was snow-white without a single stray hair. Its head was golden, its eyes were golden, its beak was iron, and its claws were like copper hooks that could pierce through gold and stone.
This crane is called the Golden-Crowned Crane, a third-grade exotic bird.
The golden-crowned crane landed and an old Taoist jumped off its back.
The old Taoist was short and fat, with kind eyes. Like all elderly people, his face was full of wrinkles and age spots. If he hadn't been riding a golden-crowned crane, he wouldn't have looked anything special.
"Master!" The old Taoist just jumped down from the golden-crowned crane when someone walked out of the jungle with a beast bag in his hand. He bowed slightly to him. It was Feng Ziluo, the current leader of the Golden Sword Sect.
As for the other surviving disciples, they were naturally sent away by Feng Ziluo and acted separately.
The short and fat old Taoist, Jian Bailou, glanced at the beast bag in Feng Ziluo's hand. His seemingly cloudy eyes emitted a sharp light like a sword, and the beard on his chin trembled.
"Great! Let's go!"
"Yes, Master." Feng Ziluo responded and jumped onto the golden-crowned crane with Jian Bailou.
A crane cry sounded and reached the sky.
The golden-crowned crane spread its wings and flapped them continuously, stirring up a gust of wind. It carried Master Jian Bailou and his disciple up into the sky and flew all the way towards the Golden Sword Mountain.
However, before the golden-crowned crane flew far, a white dot appeared in the distance, flying through the clouds towards it like an arrow.
The white spot continued to grow larger, and it turned out to be a big crane.
This huge crane is also completely snow-white. When it flaps its wings, mist rises all around it. It looks like the legendary fairy crane.
However, the eyes of this big crane did not have much intelligence, and it was obvious that it had not yet gained any intelligence or spiritual power. It could not be considered a spiritual crane, but a third-grade exotic bird, the Flying Cloud Crane.
Sitting on the flying cloud crane was an old Taoist man wearing a white Taoist robe, a star crown on his head, and holding a whisk in his hand. He had a childlike face and white hair, and looked like an immortal.
When the old Taoist saw the golden-crowned crane spread its wings and flew towards him, he swung the whisk in his hand forward. Suddenly, clouds and mist rolled in front of him, like a rolling river stretching across the sky, blocking the golden-crowned crane's way.
"I wonder what Elder Wen means?" Jian Bailou gently patted the Golden Crowned Crane's neck, and the Golden Crowned Crane floated in the air and flapped its wings.
"Humph, I was just about to ask what your disciple meant. He actually killed my junior brother, Elder Shen Yan!" Elder Wen said coldly.
"Since we have entered the land of dragon veins, we should leave life and death to fate. Today, seeing that your junior brother was killed and you are inevitably feeling sad and angry, I will not bother with you. Please go back." Jian Bailou said lightly.
"Jian Bailou, do you still think you are still the Jian Bailou of the past? You are just barely surviving! Today, you let Feng Ziluo go back to Biyun Sect with me and explain everything clearly, otherwise..." Elder Wen said with a proud face and murderous intent on his face.
"What else?" Jian Bailou asked calmly. He was originally short and fat, looked kind, had wrinkles and age spots all over his face, and looked no different from an ordinary old man, but suddenly he became sharp, like a sword unsheathed, piercing the sky.
"Otherwise, I will never give up!" Elder Wen looked at Jian Bailou with a hint of timidity flashing across his eyes, but then a hint of ruthlessness appeared.
"Let old man Qingsong say this to me! You are not qualified!" Jian Bailou said, patting the Golden Crowned Crane's neck.
The golden-crowned crane let out a cry and spread its wings before soaring into the sky.
"Where are you going!" Elder Wen's face changed slightly when he saw this. He swung the whisk in his hand, and suddenly thousands of silver threads broke through the air and shot out towards Jian Bailou's master and disciple. They were so dense that they looked like arrows in the sky.
Jian Bailou looked at the thousands of silver threads breaking through the air without saying anything. He raised his hand and a ray of golden light shot out, transforming into a golden flying sword.
The flying sword stirred in the air, and a golden vortex appeared in the air, and thousands of silver threads were sucked into it.
Jian Bailou made a sword gesture and the flying sword swung in the air again.
Suddenly, thousands of golden cold rays appeared in the golden vortex.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sounds like the breaking rang out frequently.
Thousands of silver threads were cut off by the golden cold light.
Specks of silver light rolled back.
Elder Wen rode back on his Feiyun Crane, his ruddy face turning slightly pale, and the silk thread of the whisk in his hand hung down, its luster dim.
A golden light broke through the air, like a golden rainbow piercing the sky.
"You!" Elder Wen was angry and shocked when he saw this, and he quickly threw his whisk into the air. The silver threads fluttered, rolling up thick clouds and mist, covering the golden rainbow.
A golden rainbow rushed through the clouds and mist like a golden dragon causing trouble in the sea.
The clouds and mist were surging, and Elder Wen's true energy was surging. His face became paler and paler, and he was shaking on the Feiyun Crane as if he was about to fall down.
"Hiss!"
A golden rainbow broke through the clouds and mist and shot towards Elder Wen.
Elder Wen finally showed a hint of panic upon seeing this. He raised his hand and an ice-crystal-like shield continued to expand in the air, trying to block the golden rainbow that was coming through the sky.
However, Jin Hong did not attack the ice crystal shield, but turned back in mid-air, turning into a small golden sword and falling back into Jian Bailou's hand.
"Get out!" After putting away the flying sword, Jian Bailou looked at Elder Wen with his eyes as sharp as swords and shouted coldly.
This time, Elder Wen said nothing. He put away his whisk and rode away on his Feiyun crane in an instant.
Not long after Elder Wen left, Jian Bailou looked old. He no longer had the imposing manner and momentum that he had before, with his sword piercing the sky.
There was a faint hint of darkness on his face.
"Master!" Feng Ziluo looked worried when he saw this.
" Don't worry , with the Hua Chi you brought back this time, your master can still hold on for another five or six years. But five or six years is still too short a time for you!" Jian Bailou waved his hand and said.
"Master, is there really no hope for you to break through?" Feng Ziluo asked.
"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!" Jian Bailou shook his head and said the word "difficult" three times in a row.
Feng Ziluo shut up and remained silent after hearing this and stopped asking questions.
As the leader of the Golden Sword Sect and a great Qi-refining master at the True Yuan Realm, Feng Ziluo knew how difficult it was to enter the Fa Yuan Realm. He was just unwilling to do so. Now that he had the Hua Chi in his hands, he had a lucky mentality, so he asked this question.
But the three words "difficult" from Jian Bailou had clearly told him that he shouldn't be optimistic.
In silence, the golden-crowned crane spread its wings and flew towards Jinjian Mountain like lightning.
Qinghe County City, outside the south gate.
The soldiers, dressed in shining armor and full of murderous aura, stood upright with weapons in their hands.
In the middle of the army, an old man with white hair and beard and a body as tall as a mountain was riding on a clouded leopard horse.
On the left of the old man was a short and sturdy man who was also riding a clouded leopard horse. His big palm held a big hammer across the horse's back.
This big man was naturally none other than Cui Shanhe.
The old man was none other than Cui Baiming, the old man of the Cui family.
In front of them, there were more than ten people blocking their way.
The leader was a man in his sixties, with a dignified demeanor, and vigorous energy and strength that was no less powerful than Cui Baiming, dressed in brocade clothes.
"Hou Yuehong, although I am an old man, I am not dead yet! When will it be your turn to block my way? Get out of the way!" Cui Baiming shouted at the man in brocade clothes, his white hair and beard fluttering, and his aura of majesty.
"Of course I dare not block Mr. Cui's way, but Cui Shanhe killed the elder of my Hou family, so he must stay and give an explanation." Hou Yuehong said in a deep voice.
"What do you mean? If your Hou family can't afford to play, then don't send people into the dragon vein. Since you want to play, then just leave it to fate. You come to block the way of my Cui family's patriarch and want to keep him. Do you really think my Cui family is easy to bully?
Do you really think that I dare not order a fight to the death with your Hou family? If so, Hou Yuehong, do you think the Hou family can afford the consequences? "Cui Baiming said coldly.
As soon as Cui Baiming finished speaking, the armies on both sides behind him roared in unison, pointing their weapons at Hou Yuehong and others.
"How dare you point weapons at Lord Hou!" The people around Hou Yuehong shouted angrily.
But the soldiers around Cui Baiming were not moved at all.
Hou Yuehong's expression changed from gloomy to bright.
Finally, Hou Yuehong raised his hand, turned his horse around, and led his men away.
"Shanhe, you shouldn't have killed Hou Hu. The Hou family will definitely not let this go!" An old man on Cui Baiming's right said with a gloomy face.
"Hmph, do you think that if Shanhe doesn't kill Hou Hu, the Hou family will let the Cui family go? Shanhe killed Hou Hu and obtained the Huachi. At least Shanhe's cultivation can be further improved, and I can protect the Cui family from storms for a few more years!" Cui Baiming's face sank and he scolded the old man on the right.
"Uncle is right!" The old man on the right's expression changed slightly when he heard this, but he still bowed quickly.
"Let's go!" Cui Baiming glanced at the old man and sighed secretly in his heart.
How could he not understand the thoughts of these members of the Cui family?
Now with the old man of the Cui family keeping things under control, the members of the Cui family dare not have any second thoughts and can still unite against external foes.
The trusted and loyal soldiers trained by his Cui family in the army would not have any second thoughts.
But what if he passed away? With Cui Shanhe's experience and strength, it would be difficult for him to control the situation.
We need to give him at least another ten years, maybe then he can truly grow up!
But can he last another ten years?
"Time!" Cui Baiming sighed secretly in his heart again, and whipped the clouded leopard horse hard.
"drive!"
Cui Baiming took the lead and led everyone into the South Gate with high spirits, as if they had returned from a victorious battle.
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In Qinghe County, the lobby of a martial arts hall.
This martial arts hall is a branch of Jin Liemen in Qinghe County.
An old man wearing a golden robe, a star crown on his head, with a long and narrow face, prominent cheekbones, white hair and beard, and unusually cold eyes, with a cold demeanor and a sense of majesty without even getting angry, sat on the left side of the square table at the top.
The old man's face was extremely gloomy and ugly at this time, and there was a terrifying and powerful aura constantly emanating from him, giving people the feeling that a volcano was about to erupt at any time.
Beneath the old man stood a Hua Jin martial artist who didn't even dare to breathe.
