white jade in pairs

Chapter 12

There is a small practice city at the foot of Qingyang Mountain. It is said to be a city, but in Bai Yuetang's view, it is just a small town.A simple array was deployed outside, and a small square city was formed in the middle area, providing a place for nearby monks to communicate with each other.

Generally, such small towns are jointly controlled by nearby sects, alliances, and families.They are responsible for the security and defense of the town, dispute resolution, and also manage and operate the place to drive the flow of local cultivation resources and attract more monks to come.With the flow of more monks, the local area will naturally prosper slowly.Then it can attract more large chambers of commerce to settle in, thereby attracting more powerful monks to sit in the town. In the long run, all kinds of forces in the vicinity can benefit, and the level of cultivation in the entire region will gradually increase.It is precisely because of these benefits that some local forces have given some low-level casual practitioners and some mortals who cannot cultivate a place to settle down, which can be regarded as increasing the popularity of such a small town.

There is also such a small town at the foot of Qingyang Mountain, and of course, this small town is called Qingyang City.The atmosphere in Qingyang City has been tense these days.The major families moved around frequently, and other nearby sects waited and gathered, precisely because the Qingyang sect, the original local snake here, the third-rate sect, was wiped out overnight!And that person didn't kill them all, a large number of outer sect disciples fled to Qingyang City at the foot of the mountain, and even brought the news with them, all forces moved after hearing the news, some were eager to try, some were secretive, and their reactions were mixed.

Qingyang sect is the largest sect within a thousand miles nearby, and it is also the only third-rate sect. It governs many small sects, guilds, cultivating families and loose cultivating alliances nearby.For Qingyang City alone, the Qingyang faction earns no less than 10 taels of low-grade spirit stones every year, not to mention the collection and sales of some spirit ores, medicine pills, magic weapons, and array materials.

Although the Qingyang sect is tight with its disciples on weekdays, it doesn't look very rich.But the families and relatives of those elders and core figures are still living a good life. At least when practicing, there are enough spirit stones. If the talent is good, they can also get extra rewards from the sect. will know.

The core disciples are still like this, let alone Li Qingniu, who is the Supreme Elder, and Li Changfeng, the head of the sect.However, the higher the level of cultivation, the greater the consumption of cultivation resources. This is a matter recognized by the cultivation world. Although the Qingyang Sect is the last of the third-rate sect, it is more than enough to support two Jindan Daoist people, and it should be able to save A lot of money.

However, this Li Qingniu has been living and tossing and tossing, and has been obsessed with collecting all kinds of geniuses and treasures, strange skills and magic arts, which has consumed a lot of his wealth.Even so, over the past several hundred years, the spiritual stones and treasures accumulated by the Qingyang sect are still very impressive, which solved Bai Yuetang's urgent need of money.

At this time, Bai Yuetang was nestling on a warm jade beauty couch covered with purple fox fur, holding Bai Xiaoman in her arms, feeling comfortable all over her body, but she was quickly calculating in her mind, and finally said with emotion: "Tsk, robbing others to get rich Just hurry~"

Ling Zhui, who was standing next to him, was helping him pour a good cup of Yunwu Spiritual Tea, showing no sign of impatience on his face, but standing next to him was a real person at the early stage of Jindan, who was timid and timid, not as dignified as a Jindan cultivator at all. , there seemed to be some bruises on his face, and he couldn't help shivering when he heard this, as if he was very frightened.

He is the head of the Qinggan Sect of Qinggan Mountain near Qingyang Mountain. He has just broken through the Jindan stage for less than ten years. He was just at the time when he was ambitious and wanted to develop the sect. Suddenly, he received a letter one day. In the future, the Qingyang faction will be destroyed.He didn't take it seriously at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Finally, he took the elite disciples of the sect to the Qingyang sect gate to check on time. When he arrived, he found that not only his family had arrived, but also many small gangs nearby. They all came, and before they went up the mountain, they realized that the atmosphere was really different that day, even the disciple who guarded the gate was missing from the huge Qingyang Mountain.

The people were so courageous, and all the gangs walked up the mountain together, and found the entire frozen mountain top, and a man in black standing on the top of the mountain. This made them very terrified, and the group of people dared not move forward immediately, but in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared. Everyone only thought that the Qingyang faction was really weird, and some people had already retreated.

But fortunately there was Yang Yunfeng, the Jindan real person of the Qinggan sect, and everyone was somewhat confident, and after a while they regrouped and continued to explore upwards.Then they saw the ice sculptures all over the mountain shining brightly in the sun. The ice sculptures were crystal clear, but for some reason, they were so dark and cold that they couldn't even be melted by the sun.A courageous monk found a branch and poked a slanted ice sculpture, and immediately the ice sculpture and the contents inside melted into a pool of blood-colored ice foam, even the bones were frozen into scum!

The timid sect saw this scene and left in a hurry, but the other sects gritted their teeth and stayed.They didn't come here with courage to admire these ice sculptures, they must bring some results back today.

In this world of comprehension, if a sect is destroyed, the other sects who come here will get a share of the pie by default. The higher the strength, the more they will naturally get. The disciples went down the mountain to return to their own mountain gates, who would have thought that they would meet this evil star on the way!

Daoist Yang Yunfeng was knocked out without even seeing the face of the person who attacked him. When he came back, he found that he and the other disciples were controlled by this group of men in white clothes, and the position they were in now was the head of the Qinggan Sect. In the conference hall, there were not a few key disciples and real power managers. Many of them, like him, had the marks of being beaten on their faces that had not faded. They stood tremblingly in the corner, as if they had been terrified.

Yang Zhenren was bitter in his heart, thinking about which god he had offended, but he hadn't waited for him to come up with any results.The good-looking monk who looked like a banished fairy summoned him alone and asked him if he wanted to replace the Qingyang sect and become the third-rate sect recognized by the Qingyun sect here.

Yang Yunfeng naturally thought about it, he dreamed about it, but the Qinggan Sect currently has no more than a thousand disciples including handymen, most of them are below the fifth level of Qi training, and their strength is really weak. Bai Yuetang didn't seem to care about establishing his Qinggan Sect as a local third-rate sect, and said in a casual voice, "Why don't we make a deal."

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Ten days later, the Qing Yunzong team who came to investigate the matter finally arrived, led by an elder at the early Jindan stage. Since it had been so long, most of the ice sculptures had been shattered and turned into powder, and only the core ice sculptures remained. It didn't collapse and shattered, even so the Elder Jindan was shocked, surprised by this person's powerful cultivation base, and thought to himself that he was definitely not an opponent.Originally, their so-called investigation was just a show, mainly to support the new local forces. If they could catch the murderer along the way, fulfill the obligations of the next emperor, and do a face project, but if it is inconvenient, such as now, they found that this People are too strong, so naturally there will be other explanations, and he will naturally not involve himself in it.

The Qingyang faction was already in ruins, bloody and ghostly, and the envoys naturally refused to wrong themselves to live in such a place, so they stayed in the most luxurious restaurant in Qingyang City that night, each rest.

Xiao Lin is also in the investigation team this time, because he is in charge of recruiting disciples in this area, which has been the case for a hundred years, and this time he came as a guide.His cultivation base is the ninth floor of foundation building, but due to his limited talent and lack of resources, his cultivation base has been stuck here for a long time and he cannot make any progress. He is already disheartened and feels that there is no hope of forming alchemy in this life.During the foundation building period, the maximum lifespan was three hundred years old, and he was already over 270 years old. At this time, he was no longer the high-spirited appearance before, and there was already a dejected and old look on his brows.

He was disheartened and didn't have much energy to do anything. After the others went back to their room, they practiced meditation, but he walked to the street bored and found a tavern to drink.

As they drank and drank, more people appeared on the opposite side, with picturesque eyebrows, dressed in top-grade cassocks made of Jiaoyu, automatic without wind, like waterfalls of blue silk, only pulled up by an ancient white jade hairpin, holding a small baby in his arms. The fox, sitting lazily across from him, came uninvited, but it seemed that he was the master here.

Xiao Lin's drunken eyes were hazy, "You... are very similar to someone I know", he stopped and drank another glass of wine.

"Oh, what was he like?"

"Beauty...beauty, but...it's a pity that she's dead...dead." Xiao Lin said with his tongue out.

"Then do you remember his name?" The person opposite was still lazy, and he didn't seem very curious, just looking for something to say.

"Bai... Baiyue... Yuetang... hiccup."

"However, I heard that the person who wiped out the entire Qingyang Sect this time was also a person named Bai Yuetang."

"!" Xiao Lin raised his head suddenly, "Impossible! He obviously..." He rubbed his eyes suddenly, and they suddenly opened wide, "You...how is it possible!" The drink he drank immediately evaporated out of his body , the whole person woke up, "You are not dead, you really are not dead!"

"Long time no see, do you want to chat?" Bai Yuetang still said in that casual tone, and stood up after speaking.

Xiao Lin hesitated a little, took a picture of a spirit stone on the table, and followed suit.

Outside Qingyang City, on the top of the Bamboo Sea, Bai Yuetang's clothes fluttered, like a butterfly about to fly under the moonlight.Xiao Lin later stood three feet away from Bai Yuetang, and asked hesitantly, "Then you really killed the Qingyang faction?"

"The Bai family was slaughtered by the Qingyang faction, and now I'm just taking revenge." Bai Yuetang looked at Xiao Lin, "Tell me about you, how are the others doing now?"

Xiao Lin seemed to be filled with emotion: "After you were framed by them, we returned to the sect. Because Chu Luoye and Li Yingxue were both talented, we barely made the job, but I was punished and lost the sect because of the bad guards. A chance to be promoted and rewarded. Afterwards, Qiao Lingshan recommended herself to be the No. 60 concubine of Elder Qi. After 30 years, she broke through to the Golden Core, and now she is an elder in another third-rate faction under the Qingyun Sect. Her status is already very valuable. Chu Luoye is very talented, and he was accepted as an inner disciple by an elder on the main peak, and he is now in the middle stage of foundation establishment," Xiao Lin smiled wryly, "they all have a bright future."

Bai Yuetang looked at him quietly, "I think you should know who I'm most interested in."

"Li Yingxue," a trace of resentment flashed in Xiao Yun's eyes, "she was accepted as a disciple by Xuejian Yuanjun and brought to Shangqingzong! Before she left, she made things difficult for me and cut off all my escape routes, so I am still the same now. He is just an ordinary outer sect deacon, his lifespan will be exhausted, and there is no hope in this life." After finishing speaking, a wry smile appeared on Xiao Lin's face.

"You, do you still want to form alchemy?" Bai Yuetang's voice was a little bewitching.

Xiao Yun suddenly raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.

"You need to do something for me."

The two talked for another quarter of an hour, and then Xiao Lin left, but Bai Yuetang took out her phoenix flute, stood on top of the bamboo sea, and began to play it by herself.The breeze came slowly, the sound of the flute drifted far away, and after a while, the sound of the flute was heard in the distance. The sound of the flute was clear and clear, and the momentum was like a rainbow. The two sounds seem to be entangled together and reach the nine heavens, lasting forever!

After the song climbed to the highest point, the two players who played it stopped at the same time, which made people feel unsatisfied.Bai Yuetang put down her phoenix flute, panting slightly, and at the end she suddenly smiled, seemingly very happy, that smile was different from a cold smile, a distant smile, a sarcastic smile, a charming smile, that smile made people feel that he was really very happy. Happy, that is the smile of finding a confidant.

He stared at a mountaintop for a long time before looking away. With a flash of his figure, he disappeared under the moonlit night bamboo sea, and the black figure on the distant mountaintop disappeared in the blink of an eye.