"Thump thump thump --"
As soon as the morning bell struck its seventh strike, the back mountain of the Qingyun Sect was bustling like a vegetable market. Just as Li Guanhai left, Elder Li, along with a group of conservative elders, rushed to the forbidden area. There were more than twenty of them, each with a face darker than the bottom of a pot, and their spirits were piled up, shaking the branches with ice chips falling down.
The leader was Elder Li, dressed in ochre robes, with the two golden lines of "Law Enforcement" embroidered on his chest, and his back was straighter than a sword. He raised his hand and pointed, and his spiritual power, accompanied by a sound, rolled into the forbidden area like thunder -
"Ling Qingxue, Chu Xuan, privately formed an evil contract, suspected of violating Article 7 and Article 3 of the clan rules, come out immediately for investigation!"
Before the echo faded, the white mist at the entrance of the forbidden area was torn open with a "whoosh", and a graceful figure emerged slowly. Ling Qingxue was still dressed in white, but the cuffs were no longer plain. The ice-blue spirit pattern spread along the hem of the dress, like a mandala blooming in the snowy night. She raised her eyes, which were colder than the cold wind: "Uncle Li, the seventh rule of the sect says' Do not collude with other sects. 'Both of us are disciples of Qingyun. How could there be other sects?"
The elder Li was choked for a moment, unable to hold back his old face, and shouted angrily, "Stop nitpicking words for me! The mark of the Dao contract is either my Qingyun inheritance or an evil method! If you don't hand over Daozi today, don't blame me for doing it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the four elders behind him stepped forward at the same time, and the spirit pressure crashed down. The air thickened instantly, and the ice on the ground cracked with a "crack" like a spider web. Chu Xuan, looking leisurely, poked his head out from behind Ling Qingxue and laughed with sharp teeth: "Oh, five old men, take a group walk early in the morning? It's a pity that the forbidden area is slippery. Be careful not to fall."
"Yellow mouth!" The elder with the horse face on the left shouted angrily, and with a flick of his sleeve, a wind blade came crashing down on his head. Before the wind blade reached, the sharpness had already cut Chu Xuan's cheek with pain. Just as he was about to turn sideways, Ling Qingxue raised her hand first, her ice finger flicking -
"Click --"
The wind blade was frozen into thin slices and dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces. She said in a soft voice, "Take one more step and don't blame me for freezing your cultivation."
Elder Li's face turned bluish. With a sudden hand sign, a crimson copper magic sword emerged behind him, its blade entwined with flames, and the heat forced the ice crystals around to vaporize instantly. "Ling Qingxue, you can protect him for a moment, for a lifetime? I'll clean up the sect today!"
The crimson bronze sword roared out, and the flames dragged out three zhang of tail flames, like a fiery dragon charging straight at Chu Xuan. Ling Qingxue's eyes turned cold and she did not retreat in half a step. The ice-blue spiritual power burst from beneath her feet and turned into an ice mirror, with cold stars speculating on the mirror surface
"Cold Star Sword Domain · Mirror Flower!"
"Bang --"
The fire dragon crashed into the ice mirror with a deafening explosion. The ice mirror shattered into countless hexagonal lenses, each reflecting Elder Li's distorted face. The next moment, the lenses rolled back, turned into a storm of ice crystals, and bounced back!
"Siss --"
The elder Li's sleeve was cut several times, the crimson bronze sword let out a wail, the fire went out, and the blade was covered with frost. He staggered back, his face turning from blue to purple, and roared, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go!"
More than twenty elders simultaneously cast out their magical artifacts, with flashes of inspiration, fireballs, wind blades, golden hammers, wooden vines... It came crashing down like a deluma. When Chu Xuan saw this, instead of retreating, he stepped on the side of Ling Qingxue in one step, the lotus platform in his palm emerged, and the six levels of spiritual pressure of the foundation were released without reservation --
"Two Realms of ice and fire, Twin Lotus!"
"Boom --"
The ice-fire dual-color spirit wave exploded around two people, like a huge lotus blooming with a roar. Wherever the petals passed, the fireball went out, the wind blade froze, the golden hammer rolled back, and the wood and vine turned to ashes. The elders were tossed about by the air waves, and a few of them, slightly weaker in cultivation, plopped down on the ice, their faces turning red.
Chu Xuan stopped his position, shook his wrist and laughed with a face full of a beating: "Old men, are your bottoms cold? Shall I light a fire for you?"
"Little brutes!" The elder Li was so angry that his beard trembled. Just as he was about to make another gesture, he suddenly heard a cold shout --
"Enough!"
Ling Qingxue raised her hand, and the ice-blue spiritual power transformed into a huge palm, "bang" it slapped in front of Elder Li, and the ground instantly sank three feet, with ice flakes flying. Her voice was not loud, but each word was like a knife --
"Li Guanhai has left, but you trespass in the forbidden area and attack Daozi. Who gave you the power?"
The face of the elder Li changed and he gritted his teeth and said, "The elders' council is united and the rules are above. You, though above, cannot control everything with your own hands!"
"The Elders' Council?" Ling Qingxue sneered, and with a flick of her ice sleeve, a jade pendant flew into the air. "The ancestral token is here. Seeing the jade is like seeing the ancestors. The elders? Ask it first!"
The jade slips shone brightly, and an illusory figure emerged. It was the first patriarch of Qingyun, the oppressive force swept away, and the elders instantly became half a height, and several knelt down on one knee, drenched in cold sweat.
Chu Xuan took the opportunity to stick his head out and made a funny face at Elder Li: "Old man, if your knees are weak, don't force yourself. Be careful not to strain your back." "
Old Li trembled with rage, but dared not move any more. The phantom of the patriarch dissipated slowly, and the jade slip fell back into Ling Qingxue's palm. She scanned the crowd, her voice icy cold: "If you dare to move again, you will be punished as a rebel!"
The air froze and the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. Just then, an old voice came from the main peak, with an unquestionable majesty --
"Ling Qingxue, Chu Xuan, go to the main peak at once to be questioned by the elders. No mistake!"
It was the voice of Li Guanhai, the master of the sect, from dozens of miles away, still numbing the eardrums. The elder Li, upon hearing this, lifted his spirits and looked smug: "Did you hear me? How dare you disobey the master's summons?"
Ling Qingxue's eyes flickered slightly, but the hand under the ice sleeve quietly grasped Chu Xuan's wrist and whispered: "Don't panic, I'm here."
Chu Xuan grinned and replied, "What are you afraid of? I'm just going to the main peak for a free meal. I've heard that the Eight Treasures duck made by Lingchu is really delicious."
Ling Qingxue's lips curved slightly, and her icy face melted in an instant, like a little flower suddenly blooming in the snow. She raised her eyes and said in a soft voice, "Since the master has invited us, we will surely accompany him. But --"
She changed the topic, her icy eyes swept over Elder Li and the others, and her voice suddenly became sharp: "If anyone dares to strike again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The icy sword intent soared into the sky, transforming into a hundred-foot ice sword hanging above the elders' heads, piercing with its sharpness. No one dared to respond.
Chu Xuan stretched and waved to Elder Li: "Old man, see you at the main peak. Remember to bring your antihypertensive medicine."
With that, he walked side by side with Ling Qingxue, with a dashing back, leaving the elders stunned on the ground and the teasing remark that made Elder Li almost spit blood.
The main peak hall was brightly lit and filled with sandalwood incense, but it couldn't hide the surging undercurrents.
Li Guan sat high in the main position, and the golden thread qilin on the black robe was baring its teeth and claws; The elders stand on either side, the conservatives have stern faces, and the reformists look at their noses and hearts. The atmosphere is colder than the night wind outside the hall.
Chu Xuan stepped over the threshold and sniffed first: "Wow, a thousand years of snow sandalwood? The master is really willing to go all out."
Ling Qingxue coughed lightly, saying, "Stop talking." The young man shrugged his shoulders and stood with his sleeve hands, and the pale golden mark on his brow shone in the light, like a lamp that took an unconventional path.
Li Guanhai was too lazy to exchange small talk and came straight to the point: "Elder Ling, Chu Xuan, privately opening up the forbidden land and arbitrarily entering into external contracts, do you have any excuses?" "
The voice was not high, but it was wrapped in the power of the divine, pressing directly on the two souls.
Chu Xuan felt a heaviness on his shoulders, the lotus platform in his dantian spun spontaneously, and the ice and fire dual-color spiritual power gushed out of his body. With a "whoosh", he cut the pressure in half. He laughed with sharp teeth and a sharp tongue: "Master, this is a self-defense rebound, not a defiance, is it?"
There was a sudden murmur in the hall - "The sixth floor of Foundation Building can tear apart the divine pressure?" "That mark is indeed strange!"
Li Guanhai narrowed his eyes slightly, and the conservative elder took the opportunity to attack. Bai Mei, the elder, rose up with a bang: "The sect's iron law - all those who are not of the Qingyun lineage are heretic! If we do not strip the covenant of the Dao today, how can we convince the people!"
"To the people?" Ling Qingxue stepped forward, her icy eyes swept across the entire venue, "The ancestral token is here, recognizing Chu Xuan. I'd like to ask, when will it be your turn to represent the ancestors of Qingyun?
The jade pendant was suspended in the air, the ice-blue light turned into the phantom of the first patriarch, the pressure swept away, the white-browed elder sat back in his chair with a "plop", his old face flushed.
"Even so," Li Guanhai spoke slowly, "the origin of the Daoist contract is unknown, and it may bring trouble to the sect. According to the law, his cultivation should be temporarily sealed and he should be taken to the cliff of Thought for investigation."
"Detained?" Seal the cultivator? The air inside the hall froze instantly. Chu Xuan scratched his ears and said lazily, "Master, Si Guo Ya Feng is strong and I am weak. If I catch a cold and infect the elders, it will be bad."
The conservatives' faces turned ashen, but some of the innovators chuckled softly.
Li Guanhai remained expressionless, raised his hand and pressed it, and the hall fell silent again: "Within a quarter of an hour, self-proclaim the Spirit sea, hand over the Dao seal, and you can avoid physical pain."
"What if I don't hand it over?" Chu Xuan raised his eyes, a flash of ice and fire in them.
"Then follow the law - forcibly strip!" As Li Guanhai 's voice fell, footsteps rumbled outside the hall, and thirty-six law enforcement disciples entered in formation, each holding a chain of spirit locks, flashing with cold light.
Ling Qingxue raised her jade hand, the Cold Star Sword emerged, the tip of the sword pointed straight to the ground, ice-blue sword intent surging: "To move him, ask me first."
The atmosphere was tense and on the verge of eruption.
At that moment, Chu Xuan suddenly chuckled and stepped forward. With a flip of his palm, the "Mountain and River Together" jade seal emerged, glowing gently but with an inviolable majesty.
"Master, elders --" the young man's voice was clear, but each word struck the hearts of the people, "the covenant of the Dao has been established, heaven and earth are witnesses, forcibly stripped, it is the same as going against the will of the patriarch. May I ask, who can bear this cause and effect?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the jade seal shone brightly, and an illusory door emerged from the top of the hall. Behind the door, the shadow of Kunlun Mountain was faintly visible, and the fourth bell rang out with a roar --
Thump!
The bell waves, like ripples, swept across the entire field. With a "splash", the spirit chains in the hands of the law enforcement disciples all fell to the ground, and the spirit light vanished.
There was a deathly silence in the hall.
Chu Xuan put away the jade seal, bowed his hands and smiled very kindly: "It seems that the patriarch would not detain me either. Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Li Guanhai tapped his finger lightly on the armrest, his face changing, and finally rose slowly, his voice deep: "Since that's the case, the Kunlun Secret Realm is about to open, and the Qingyun Sect needs to send its disciples there. Since you two have formed a pact, you will represent the sect to go out - if you dare to damage the reputation of Qingyun, we will discuss the punishment!"
With these words, he shook his sleeves and turned away. The conservative elders followed one after another, and before leaving, they looked at Chu Xuan as if they wanted to devour him alive.
The door of the hall closed, and the reformist elders finally breathed a sigh of relief, and someone gave Chu Xuan a thumbs-up: "Lad, you have guts!"
Chu Xuan humbly bowed his hands and said, "Elders, you are too kind. I'm just afraid of death, so I'm living with all my might."
The crowd burst into laughter and the atmosphere relaxed.
Ling Qingxue put away the Cold Star sword and sent a voice into her ears: "Set off in six days. The secret realm of Kunlun will be even more perilous."
Chu Xuan stretched his body and replied lightly, "What are you afraid of? With you here, even the most perilous is the scenery."
The snow in the woman's eyes melted, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly: "Smooth-talking."