Chapter 156 Recruiting Disciples on the Spot
When the monk saw the small sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately grabbed the edge of the low table with both hands and tried to overturn it.
But the table moved slightly, and his hands stopped, only staring at the flying sword in Li Wuxiang's hand.
Li Wuxiang also stared at him. After two breaths, the monk slowly withdrew his hand.
But the two casual cultivators next to them misunderstood and took this opportunity to shout: "What are you afraid of when there is an immortal master here? Take this person down!"
Before he finished speaking, the two men had already drawn their swords and rushed towards him. However, as soon as their bodies crossed in front of Li Wuxiang, they immediately softened in mid-air and fell to the ground with two thuds.
The remaining casual cultivators had expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces. They either held down the hilt of their swords or put their hands into their arms, looking at Li Wuxiang and then at the cultivator behind the table.
Li Wuxiang asked the small sword to spin slowly on his fingertips, and walked to the low table: "These people have no knowledge, you should not be. Immortal master, what do you call me?"
The monk's face has turned pale, but he is still sitting at the table: "Five Mountains True Form Sect monk, He Qingmiao."
"Okay, He Qingmiao, are you going to ask them to help you take me down, or are you going to ask them to stand still and save me some trouble?"
The light in the courtyard was dim, with only the light of the oil lamp shining. He Qingmiao used the light to look at the small sword at Li Wuxiang's fingertips again and again, but still couldn't see it clearly. His throat moved, and he hissed: "Don't... move, just stand still. This is... this is..."
He took a deep breath and his voice was trembling: "Golden Pill...Swordsman."
He slowly stood up and stared at the flying sword again, and finally saw it more clearly - a small sword, just hanging on Li Wuxiang's fingertips.
Before leaving the parish, he had listened carefully to what his teachers had said about swordsmen - foundation-building swordsmen mostly used swords, and flying swords were only used as hidden weapons. Only swordsmen who have reached the level of Qi refining can operate flying swords as desired, but the essence is also poured into the sword line, making it more like an extremely flexible and indestructible rope dart.
Only when the elixir is formed, there is no need to pull the sword thread. Instead, the elixir power is poured into the sword thread, and the flying sword will fly out naturally without any constraints. But at this point, the sword thread is still needed to pour the elixir power into the sword.
But at this moment, when this small sword was slowly turning on Li Wuxiang's fingertips... he felt that he couldn't see it! You can't see the sword line around his fingers or palms!
That rumor jumped into his head, and He Qingmiao felt a chill in his body——
"You... said you killed the leader of the Sword Religion..."
There was some heavy breathing behind Li Wuxiang, as if someone was still preparing to attack. But after hearing He Qingmiao's words, all those voices suddenly stopped.
"Oh, is that how it was spread?"
Li Wuxiang walked to He Qingmiao as he spoke. He Qingmiao staggered and moved aside, but his eyes did not leave the small sword on his fingertips: "You... are not Jin Dan! You are Yuan Baby! No wonder you can..."
"Oh, you think so?" Li Wuxiang sat down behind the table and pressed his hand in front of him. The flying sword immediately circled around him and then sank into his forehead.
He Qingmiao suddenly sat down.
This Li Wuxiang is really Yuanying! It has reached the point where the flying sword turns into a rainbow and enters the body!
He stared straight at Li Wuxiang, and Li Wuxiang smiled at him: "Why, does my face look good?"
He Qingmiao gasped twice and shook his head: "No...I...I am...seeing the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal for the first time in my life."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the casual cultivators in the courtyard knelt down with a thud, not daring to express their anger. But there was only one person - the one who was the first to tell the swordsman joke just now. His legs were like sieves and trembling, and he seemed to be unable to kneel down. The next moment, he suddenly squeezed out a scream from his throat, jumped up and ran towards the door.
But Li Wuxiang's forehead flashed with sword light, and the man immediately fell on the door panel and slowly slid to the ground.
"He Qingmiao, tell these people what the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal has to do."
He Qingmiao seemed to have come to his senses at this time, but also seemed to be completely confused. He was stunned for a moment, and then said in a daze: "The Yuanying Sword Immortal... The Yin God travels, and the sword follows the god. It is the Baili Sword Immortal... Within a hundred miles...within..."
"It's good that you know. Even if you escape from this door or this village, you still can't escape." Li Wuxiang took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Now I ask you to answer, no It’s half nonsense.”
"How many of you are back here?"
He Qingmiao looked at him blankly, as if he was thinking about something, but he still said the words: "Senior, I... I am just a qi refiner, just a qi refiner to become a god. I was in Dan City before, I really I don’t know much... Six of us came to Dan City... to ask Other cities are like us. Our Zhenxing Sect... has nearly a thousand Qi Refiners. Senior, if you ask the Refiner God... I heard that there are main altars and sub-alterns, and more than 40 people have come. It’s still weak...I really don’t know what my cultivation level is..."
"In addition to Zhenxingdao, people from the other five departments are also here?"
"Yes, but I really don't know anything else..."
Li Wuxiang nodded: "There is one like yours in every nearby village and town. How far is it spread?"
"Within a radius of a thousand miles... The True Form Sect is closer. Those who come now are all disciples of the True Form Religion. In the future, there will be people from the other five sects, and it will not only be within a thousand miles."
"What happened to Youjiuyuan three days ago?"
"This...I just heard..."
"You tell me!"
"Yes..." He Qingmiao said, moving his feet so that he was no longer sitting paralyzed but kneeling, "I heard... that after finding where You Jiuyuan was, some teachers who were still weak We went to Lingshan first, and wanted to enter Youjiuyuan from Lingshan... We went in a little, but it seemed that we were defeated and retreated. It seemed that we had lost three still weak commanders——"
"Where's the Sword Sect's?"
"I didn't hear..."
Li Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The Huanxu of the Six Mysterious Sect is the Nascent Soul cultivation of the Sword Sect. So before, a group of Huanxu invaded Youjiuyuan from Lingshan, but Cui Daocheng and Mei Qiulu were there, and they did not take advantage. Maybe You Jiuyuan came to this world just to get rid of the siege of those Huanxu monks.
The news came out in Jian Zong that he had killed Jiang Jie. He smiled in his heart, and didn't know what it felt like for a moment... It was a good move. I guess it was Cui Daocheng's intention. "You just said that some swordsmen were scattered?"
"Yes, after You Jiuyuan came to the Yang Realm, he happened to land near the Tianxin Sect... I heard that someone in the sect was in the Tianxin Sect, and I immediately reported the news. We are the first batch to come, and there were some before. Lian Shen and a few of the still weak teachers had a fight over there, but all of your people came out of the mountain. I heard that most of them came out of the mountain, and only a few scattered. "
When He Qingmiao said these words, his tone had become smoother, and the look on his face was no longer so scared: "Oh, also, I heard that some of the scattered swordsmen also went to Tianxin Sect, in that direction anyway, I don’t know if I will really go, but my classmate from Santai Town told me this yesterday—Santai Town is more than a hundred miles away from here.”
"You said your people were in the Tianxin sect before?" Li Wuxiang frowned and thought for a moment, "Are you trying to recruit someone to surrender?"
"Yes."
Li Wuxiang was silent for a moment. The Thirty-six Sects have always been the weaklings, and this is still the opinion of the swordsmen. Now that the world knows that the leader of the Sword Sect has been killed, and the six Mysterious Sects have come out to encircle and suppress them, they will definitely not think that the Sword Sect has a chance of winning.
The swordsman is a good man, but he is not a fool. Are those who were scattered going in the direction of the Tianxin sect?
He looked at He Qingmiao: "There are more than a hundred people in the Sword Sect. You should have recognized them all before coming here, right? Didn't your companions in Santai Town tell you who are the people heading towards the Tianxin Sect?"
"I..." He Qingmiao frowned and thought for a while, "I used the flying talisman to transmit the sound. I could hear it vaguely, so I really didn't know clearly."
"Okay." Li Wuxiang looked at the dishes on the table, "There is one more thing. For example, if I kill you now, will your fellow disciples around you know about it?"
He Qingmiao straightened up a little: "Yes! Senior, each of us has been cursed. Once the body dies, the companions around us will know, so we stay here... On the one hand, it is to cut off the swordsman's supplies, and on the other hand It is also a physical warning.”
Seeing Li Wuxiang's eyes flashing, he quickly said: "Senior, you are Yuanying. It is not difficult for me to refine my qi and destroy my body and soul, but it will definitely take some effort. Senior, I...I have a... Please give me love!”
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This man is much calmer now than he was a while ago, and the look on his face can even be called firm.
Li Wuxiang smiled: "Oh? Do you want me to listen?"
He Qingmiao immediately fell to the ground and said, "Senior, if not, just take me in!"
Li Wuxiang was stunned, and the casual cultivators in the courtyard who were kneeling obediently were also stunned, and couldn't help but raise their heads to look at He Qingmiao.
"It's rumored that you, senior, formed elixirs in Coffin City! But now that I've actually seen you, I know that you, senior, were actually an adult at that time! No wonder there was a tribulation thunder!" He Qingmiao lay on the ground and said anxiously, "Me neither You idiot, you know I will only end up with two fates tonight! One is what you want, senior! In order to avenge my fellow sect, I was killed by you and completely destroyed here! The other is that the rumors are true. Senior, you really left the sect for some reason... But with your cultivation, senior, as long as you don’t show up anymore, You can live at ease in this world! ”
"I heard that you have reached the state you are in today after practicing not long ago. Senior, you must have some magical skills. You were right just now. This is my immortal fate! A Qi-refining disciple like me was taught by the True Form Being sent to a place like this is just a meat bait... Everyone is dead, only here is the way to survive! Master... No, my ancestor, please accept my disciples' respect!"
After He Qingmiao said this, he put his hands on the ground to his chest, without raising his head, kowtowed nine times in a muffled voice, and knelt close to the ground again.
After listening to He Qingmiao's words, the swordsmen in the courtyard understood what "mind" and "qualification" were. They suddenly understood and kowtowed one after another, causing a thumping sound in the courtyard.
Li Wuxiang laughed twice, looked at He Qingmiao, and then at the casual cultivators in the yard. He tapped his fingers on the table and remained silent.
After a while, he picked up the chopsticks that He Qingmiao had put on the table and started eating the dishes slowly again.
After waiting for these people for about a quarter of an hour, he put down his chopsticks and said to the casual monks in the yard: "You all get up. He Qingmiao kowtows because he has something to do and is bearing the humiliation. Why are you kowtowing after him? Head? Do you also want to hold a mound of dirt under your chest?”
As soon as he finished speaking, He Qingmiao suddenly raised his upper body from the ground - three handfuls of loess had gathered under his chest, which was the same as what Xu Daosheng made at the gate of Ranshan Mountain that day!
It's just that what He Qingmiao inserted into the three sticks of loess was not incense - he first pulled hard on his hand and inserted three fingers into it. The mouth moved violently a few times, and the chewed tongue spurted out along with blood.
At this time, his upper body was soaked with blood, but his movements were astonishingly fast. Before the mouthful of blood fell on the loess pile, the wat board slipped out of his sleeve. It's just that this wat board is not used like Xu Daosheng did at the beginning, but inserted into the top of his head!
He immediately rolled his eyes and leaned his upper body back. However, just when he was about to touch the ground, his whole body suddenly bounced up——
This time, he did not exert force with his knees, but as if his body was straightened by the invisible force in the void, and he stood straight on the ground.
The wat plate inserted into his forehead now glowed with dazzling green light, as if it had become a high crown. At this moment, the three handfuls of loess on the ground were soaked with blood, glowing clear and red. This light complemented each other and made He Qingmiao's body seem to be filled with fresh energy and blood!
Li Wuxiang just sat at the table and looked at him. When he stood up and opened his eyes again, he smiled coldly: "I don't understand the gods of your True Form Sect, but I think this scene makes me Saw it in Coffin Mountain——"
He pointed at He Qingmiao's head: "Dongyue Taishan Lord, wearing the crown of seven Cangbi titles... Please ask God, right? But Wu Meng was not as evil as you that day. He Qingmiao, I remember you just worshiped me. What’s wrong with you, the Patriarch, now you want to play tricks on me to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?”
He Qingmiao raised his hands high and pressed them down again. The ground in the courtyard immediately sank an inch deep, bursting out flying dust: "Li Wuxiang! My cultivation is not as good as yours, and I never thought of catching you! But you are already a sword sect." The bereaved dog, as long as I Heaven can hurt you once, and your fellow disciples elsewhere can also hurt you again - thousands of disciples of Xuanjiao, let's see how long you can last! I will sacrifice my blood to the True Form Emperor of the Five Mountains, and I will go to the Wonderful Realm today! Go!”
"You!" He Qingmiao turned to shout at the cultivators in the courtyard. At this time, the blood spilled from his body was radiating into an increasingly intense divine light. Even his voice became less human, as if it was coming from all directions in the courtyard. , shouted out by many things that are not from this world, "You will die if you wait here! Fight him!"
The casual cultivators in the courtyard were shocked and confused. They looked at Li Wuxiang and then at He Qingmiao. They felt that the clear light around him seemed to be gradually gathering into blue clouds in the night. Within the clouds, He Qingmiao's appearance was blurred. , I can’t tell whether it’s a human figure bleeding all over, or a heavenly soldier with twinkling lights and shadows!
First some casual cultivators stood up on the ground eagerly, and then——
The sword flashed!
This sword light took away all the light around He Qingmiao in an instant. His body straightened up and he fell straight to the ground with a bang.
"You are exalting yourself too much. I killed two of the things you invited on Coffin Mountain." Li Wuxiang stood up from the low table and looked at the casual cultivators in the courtyard - some of them were still lying on the ground. Some were kneeling, some were halfway up, and they were all stunned at the moment, as if they were frozen in place.
The next moment, before the casual cultivators opened their mouths to beg for mercy, Li Wuxiang stretched out a finger and asked Feijian to hang on it: "He Qingmiao is right, you people have also worked hard to touch the threshold of cultivation. Today It’s not easy to get here. I met a casual cultivator like you before and helped me, so I introduced him to the Sword Sect.”
The people in the courtyard let out a sound of exhalation. They stood up and dropped their knees to the ground again. But when they were about to speak, Li Wuxiang spoke again.
"But listening to what you just said to He Qingmiao, it doesn't sound like you don't know what is going on here. So I thought, if I let you go today, will you say tomorrow that the swordsman is very stupid? You actually let us go?”
Li Wuxiang kicked over the low table in front of him. The sword light flashed at his fingertips and came back again. After a breath, the casual cultivators suddenly burst into mourning and fell to the ground. Blood flowed from their faces, and their eyes were full of blood. Only a pair of bloody holes remain!
"Get out and tell the casual cultivators who are still nearby that whoever dares to help the tyrants and reveal the swordsman's whereabouts to the Six-Bud Xuanjiao will inevitably die no matter where they go! My name is Li Wuxiang. Go and inquire about me from the Liubu Xuanjiao. What kind of person is he? Is his heart cruel enough, his hands fierce enough, and his courage enough? ”
After more than ten breaths, all the casual cultivators in the courtyard stumbled out. There were originally many houses with lights on in the village, but when I heard the sounds here before, now the lights are all out and the people are silent, as if the village has become empty.
Li Wuxiang left Taiyi Temple, but did not leave Fuxing Village too far - he went to the mountain range behind the village, chose a cliff, climbed up and found a Thuja tree growing on the cliff. Then he entangled himself in the cypress tree. From a distance, the yellow-brown cloth blends into the tree trunks, and there is almost no clue.
In the past two months, he has been on a killing spree - Xu Daosheng, Wu Meng, and more than a dozen Qi Refining monks in Coffin City. But among these people, he felt that He Qingmiao just now was the most terrifying, even scarier than Wu Meng.
This is not about the strength of his methods, but about his spirit. He Qingmiao was the first Xuanjiao monk he met who could regard death as if he were going home.
Look at it this way, this time to encircle and suppress the Jianzong, at least the Wuyue Zhenxing Sect came with all elites. I am afraid that Mei Zhangjian and the others will be very uncomfortable. Li Wuxiang didn't know if he was still a serious swordsman now, but for Jiang Jie, Mei Qiulu, Zeng Jianqiu, and Li Ke, he had to do what he could before going to Tianxin Sect to handle his own affairs.
(End of chapter)