Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After tossing all night, Xiaoqing went to sleep peacefully, Ji Yunlai sat on the side of the bed silently, looked out the window, and wanted to smoke a cigarette.

With the bend of his fingertips, a cigarette he was familiar with in his previous life fell into his fingers-the power of human beings and immortals, it is always easy to turn such a lifeless thing into reality.

When it was lit again, the smell of smoke made the air choke. He smiled lightly, flicked his fingertips, and the smoke disappeared.

Xiaoqing's rare initiative, Ji Yunlai actually likes it very much.

After all, Xiaoqing is usually passive, and comes back fiercely after a little teasing.

Their relationship is always separated by one level, and they actually all know it.

Xiaoqing couldn't pass the hurdle of respecting the teacher and valuing his way. He didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and Ji Yunlai couldn't force him too much.

So compared to other caring and considerate, 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.

That kind of lost and recovered mind made him always want to hold Xiaoqing in his palm.

He actually somewhat guessed why Xiaoqing's sudden irritability was.

The reason for that thing...

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

It's fine for him to go directly.

When he came here, he actually had a faint feeling, and he knew where he was.

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

Leaving, if it falls into the hands of others, it is always a disaster.

He looked at Xiaoqing who was already asleep, smiled lightly, raised his hand to beckon a formation, let it delay the time of formation a little.

Although he was only distracting souls, as long as there was no battle between humans and immortals, there was a source of spirit, and the consumption of a little body could be almost ignored. Just like a smart phone consumes electricity when going online, it can be used for a long time in standby mode.

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Pushing the door open, Ji Yunlai walked down the stairs to the inn. The morning sun shines through the door and window. The helpers are cleaning the lobby, which reminds him of the smaller and dirty inn when he arrived in Yunshan Town at the beginning of sixteen. , But the cost is very high, and every year is very full, because there are always mortals from all directions who listen to the legend and want to worship the fairy gate.

At that time, in order to practice all kinds of rushing, he wanted to join the huge Yunshan sect with Jindan elders as an outer monk. He often hunted and killed the beasts together, and then struggled to survive in all kinds of black food. ——No way, which practitioner doesn't want to earn more life, live longer, and have more hope?

But now that we come again, it is a thousand years past.

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

That year, he left his family and walked for nearly a year before he came here. He wanted to apprentice, only to realize that his spiritual roots were inferior and his sect was not accepted.

So I lived in Yunshan Town at the foot of the mountain. The town is a small fairy city. Relying on the existence of Yunshan School, casual practitioners collect some spiritual relics and sell them to the sect to exchange some inferior magical minds. Can't wait for any chance.

He walked through the gate of the inn, and no mortal could find him. An old storyteller was telling the story on the side of the road. He was talking about the raging monsters of a certain year. The ancestor of the Golden Core sent by Yunshan came forward hundreds of years ago. , Fighting against monsters, both of them fell. It was said that the sky and the earth were broken, and there were countless deaths and injuries. He also said that the disaster of the landslide at that time, thanks to the Lord of Yuecheng stepping up and protecting Yunshan City with a large formation, it was not a difficult situation... The ups and downs were very moving, but few people passing by stood up and listened. I think he has said it many times.

Ji Yunlai knew for a while, the Yunshan Sect was the highest but the golden core cultivation base, how cruel the road of cultivation is, if a sect does not sit in the battle, it will soon be divided and swallowed by other surrounding forces, and what can be left is a legend. .

The same is true of Central Continent Kun-Lai, and the same is true of Yunshan School.

He walked across the street along the bazaar. People in the city came out early to find work. Some helped deliver goods, some sold vegetables, raised tea houses, and sold needles and threads, and walked through the streets and lanes, a group of ragged clothes. The children in the street chased each other for a clay baby, almost the same as a thousand years ago. These ordinary people, who are so far away from the path of cultivation, are also trying to live their lives well.

In the deep mountains of Central Continent, there are mostly city-states, big countries occupying the plains and fertile land, small countries stand alone in the mountains, occasionally being destroyed and sometimes rising, this Yunshan City, it is not known whether it has declined.

He could also see the weak luck of the city, turbulent, dormant, and on the king flag of the city wall, the Yue characters typed on it made him a little familiar, and it seemed a bit like his own characters were rubbed off.

At this time, he was a little worried about Kun-Lai and Xizhou.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a strong aura attacking him. He raised his head and seemed to see another himself on the street, cold and lonely, standing quietly among the crowd, looking at him silently.

But that was just the phantom warned by the immortal-there is actually a formation left by himself in this city.

Ji Yunlai was somewhat clear for a while, no wonder that the thing can still be kept. It turned out that he had been here six hundred years ago, and he should have also been here with the Qing who was still a demon. Only the traces left by those few people Sin hasn't moved here.

If those human beings enter forcibly, their own formation should be able to teach them some lessons.

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

Halfway through, he felt someone coming.

Is that Zhao Hao?

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

But it was time to end it together, Ji Yun came to think 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 no one could see him.

Soon, he saw a Taoist temple in the mountain.

The Taoist temple is very dilapidated. The moss on the plaque hung on it has survived, but it has not fallen. The main entrance is broken and it is almost submerged in small shrubs.

But Ji Yunlai could recognize the three characters "Kun-Lai School" on the plaque, which he wrote by himself.

"A thousand years ago, when I was still young, I was persuaded by a crazy old man to join a school called Kun Lai." Ji Yunlai smiled softly, and between waving his sleeves, the bushes and moss all retreated, leaving only Under the old bluestone bricks and tiles, ruined walls.

He walked into the small Taoist temple, but it was only a dozen acres in area, and there was no trace, but he knew that the lobby outside was used to meet guests, and the ground on the east side of the courtyard was used to grow some herbs, in the middle. The land is planted with green cabbage, the west is used for planting garlic seedlings, there should be a rattan pepper tree in the corner, and there should be a lot of rabbits in the backyard—and chickens and ducks.

He brought up more than a dozen children here, most of whom were his juniors, and one became his apprentice.

There are three houses in the backyard, all of which he built together with his juniors later, one for the juniors, one for the juniors, and one small house for the old man.

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

Although I can't remember it, 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 anymore. In order not to conflict with Yunshan faction, they moved together.

The younger brother and younger sister seemed to cry a lot when they moved. Bai Shuixian and Yan Zhao took away the chickens, ducks and rabbits in the backyard. Yue Wanzi and Zhou Xiaozhang both held his legs one by one and said they didn't want to leave.

Ji Yun thought back and forth, couldn't help but chuckle.

Who else did they quarrel with, because that person said what's so reluctant to do in this little broken place?

Who said it?

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

There, there is already a trail, quietly opening.

He went on.

The tunnel was very long, but it was well repaired. At about several hundred levels, he walked over and saw a large underground door.

He wrote about Kun-Lai Underground Palace very simply, and his notes were a bit familiar, but not his own.

Without hindrance, he pushed the door in.

In the long corridor, one of the doors on both sides was opened, there was a spiritual seat inside, and a coffin with only clothing.

The spiritual position reads "The Spirit of Kun-Lai's First Disciple Zhou Xiaozhang", and the offering below has long been withered, and the incense has not been replaced, but the words "Kun-Lai Second Generation Rebellious Li Xian Li Xian Lixian" in the corner are very dazzling.

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

After passing about more than eight hundred gates, there is a magic circle in front of it, blocking all spiritual thoughts and unable 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 one of the various traps inside.

He came to a huge mountain dome.

There is light in the center.

Fall in the middle, fall on the person who sits in the middle.

The man was twenty-four-five, trimmed his eyebrows and phoenix eyes, was gentle and jade-like, his expression was quiet and steady, his sword stuck in front of him silently.

There are countless mysterious ice covering the surrounding space, making this place like a world of ice and snow.

When he swept away his spiritual thoughts, he knew that this monk didn't end up evolving, but destroyed his spiritual platform and killed himself.

Although he was put up well by posterity, his hands were already shattered from the shoulder bones, and the fingertips were all scars.

However, the road to comprehension is inherently dangerous to rebirth, and this monk's legacy is not unusual.

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

Ji Yunlai sighed softly and turned around.

Following him, in addition to looking at the ruin for a while, looking at himself for a while, Zhao Hao, who was full of panic, and his apprentice Xiaoqing, who did not know where to follow.

Ji Yunlai comfortably hugged the apprentice whose tears had dripped down.

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