Wanting to go home early, Li Xiuyuan didn't stay long in White Jade City.

Because Nalanyu brought five thousand forbidden troops to Baiyu City the next day. After meeting with Li Xiuyuan, the group headed towards the Fuchun River in a mighty manner.

Xiao Hei slept with Nalan Yu all winter, and his feathers became brighter again.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked: "Brother has sent out so many people, are you going to fight?"

Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and replied calmly: "General Nalan is going to help us hold the battle. You accompany me up the mountain to find someone to collect debts."

"Quack! Debt collection is Xiao Hei's favorite thing to do."

Flying from Nalan Yu's body to Li Xiuyuan's shoulder, Xiao Hei whispered in his ear: "Brother, can Xiao Hei rob?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and replied: "That should be okay, right?"

Then he looked at Nalan Yu and asked, "Brother, how many days does it take to get to Qingcheng from here?"

Nalanyu called Li Xiuyuan to get on the carriage and quietly replied: "Three days!"

The two discussed it several times in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, but in the end they did not bring 50,000 troops. In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, 5,000 was enough.

As long as a momentum is created and the real action is taken, it depends on him and Xiao Hei.

Even Nalanyu would not take Qingcheng with him.

Sitting in the carriage, Xiao Hei thought for a while and asked: "Why doesn't my brother want to ride a horse? Is he not good at it? Can I ask General Nalan to teach you?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head, smiling bitterly: "I'm not in a hurry, why bother myself?"

Xiao Hei shook his head and flew out with a thump: "Brother Nalan, wait for me."

…

On Phoenix Mountain, inside the living room of the wooden building where Xu Jingyun lived with Guan Wushuang.

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at the leader in front of them, with a look of deep worry on their faces.

The headmaster calmly saw the secret letter in his hand, sighed heavily and said: "The Imperial City has assembled an army and is heading to Qingcheng."

Boom! A spring thunder struck!

Suddenly, the first spring rain began to fall on Phoenix Mountain, which scared the elders in the house.

He covered his chest and said, "What a danger!"

In order to cope with the dangerous situation that Phoenix Mountain has never encountered before, the leader and several elders had to reluctantly meet the dynasty's requirements, and finally got the peaceful situation in front of them.

At the same time, the imperial advisors and generals personally marched to Qingcheng, just to seek justice for the dead.

Although Qingfeng told the leader in front of him that the imperial master was a young man without even a trace of cultivation.

But who dares to believe that a dynasty's national advisor who has soared in the battlefield of Beihai will still be a mortal when he returns?

For the future of Phoenix Mountain, she didn't dare to gamble.

After all, those are the lives of hundreds of disciples and elders.

Qingfeng thought for a while and asked carefully: "Judging from the tone of the Imperial Master, he doesn't have a good impression of Elder Xu and the ascended junior sister. Did they meet in the sky?"

After all, when Qingfeng mentioned the two of them that day at the Imperial Master's residence, Li Xiuyuan immediately frowned tightly.

This seemed unbelievable to him. You must know that Elder Xu and Junior Sister lived in the Imperial Master's residence for almost two years.

Before the leader in front of him could reply, the Supreme Elder on the side said quietly: "Why? Because in the Beihai War that year, not a single disciple or elder from Phoenix Mountain participated."

This is the eternal pain between Phoenix Mountain and the dynasty. As long as the current emperor does not leave, this scar will always hang there.

It always reminds future generations that Phoenix Mountain betrayed the entire Five Regions at some point.

Mingyue, who was standing aside, was a little confused when she heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "Qingcheng sent many disciples to Beihai back then, this time..."

The head thought for a while and replied quietly: "If my guess is correct, the imperial master will give those elders and disciples a way out."

…

Above the nine heavens, deep in Mount Sumeru.

In front of a cliff covered by mountain vines and weeds, a shrill, vicious, and dying roar sounded. The sound gradually faded away and was almost inaudible.

But it is like a sharp sword piercing countless clouds, trying to break through the sky and scatter in all directions.

But for some unknown reason, it was tightly sealed under the cliff, like a fish at the bottom of a lake, unable to see even a drop of the spring of the abyss out.

The handsome man in monk's robes fell heavily on the edge of the cliff. He lay on the ground holding on to the vines on the cliff and coughed. A stream of blood spurted out, instantly staining his chest and clothes red, making him look a little miserable.

He sighed and continued to look down the cliff, his fearful eyes gradually calming down as he stared at the bottomless abyss.

There is no trace of fear or resentment anymore, and there is even an inexplicable joy.

It was like finally throwing away a stone that I didn't want to hold in my hands, completing something I had been planning for a long time, and letting out a long breath.

He pinched a corner of his sleeve, gently wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and then laughed quietly.

Ever since he took the pills given by the old monk in the cave, he had trouble sleeping and eating day and night, for fear that the old monk in the cave would tell his secret.

"Look, that guy took my forbidden medicine, and now he is no longer a Buddhist, he is a devil!"

After having nightmares too many times, he wanted to remove the source of the nightmares from his heart, and the only way was to make the old monk in the cave unable to speak forever.

This painful state of mind tortured him all the time, and even affected his daily practice and his determination to go down the mountain to see his parents and Xia Wutong.

So, after thinking about it, I finally thought of a way to do something to the old monk.

That is to put a trace amount of Hua Gong Powder in the food. A trace amount of poison does not pose any threat to a peerless master like the old monk, so the old monk in daily life has no doubt that he is there.

In his view, all this is a legitimate reward.

He gave Mr. Wu the pills to break the situation, and Mr. Wu provided me with delicious meals. This can be regarded as giving each other what he needs, or it is a kind of reward.

It's just that a drop of water can pierce a stone, and a little can add up to a lot.

No matter how little poison is, it is still poison after all. As time went by, Hua Gong Powder finally accumulated in the old monk's body, and the ten thousand-foot tall tower was destroyed by the ant nest.

To this day, when the old monk discovered that there was something wrong with his body, he was already helpless.

Waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime moment, Wuhuagong finally showed his fangs, and without saying a word, he took the old monk who had lost his cultivation out of the cave and threw him into the abyss beyond the cliff.

At the moment of taking action, Mr. Wu said: "Senior, until you die, I will never be able to sleep!"

At the moment when he fell into the abyss, the old monk used the last strength in his life to burn his essence and blood and hit Wu Hua Gongzi with a palm, knocking him to the cliff behind the cliff.

With a sound of "Bang!", the old monk shouted the last curse in his life: "Wuhua, I curse you, master and disciple, to die in the hands of the weakest person one day!"

The life-burning blow of the old monk should not be underestimated, so the unsuspecting young man was knocked away. He hit the stone wall, causing rocks to fly around, and he fell heavily on the edge of the cliff.

However, compared with the injuries on her body, Wuhua felt a sense of relief.

Wu Hua Gongzi, who was lying on the edge of the cliff, murmured to himself: "You are dead, just leave quietly!"

A breeze blew by, but Master Wuhua stood in front of the cliff, looking at everything in front of him, with no expression on his face.

Wuhua was shocked. He did this secretly and did not even tell his master.

You must know that the person who was pushed off the cliff by him was the old monk's senior brother. It was the presence of him who called him "Senior Uncle".

In this way, he is deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

The frightened Wuhuagongzi suddenly fell to the ground, stunned and unable to say a word. How to explain? How to explain? Could it be that the uncle doesn't want to live anymore? Is he tired of living?

"master……"

The old monk stood beside him quietly, looking into the abyss in the dusk, with no intention of questioning him.

Instead, he said calmly: "Since you have already made a decision in your heart...if you do it, do it. If you do it, don't think about it and regret it."

Upon hearing this, Wuhuazi knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old monk twice, and said in a daze: "Master, I'm afraid that one day he will tell the secrets in my body..."

If there was anyone else in the world that Wuhua could trust and believe with all his heart, it would be his master, and not even his own parents.

Because only the master and the disciple have the same thoughts. They both want to break through the restrictions of this world one day and fly to the other world.

Ever since he climbed Mount Sumeru, he had never trusted anyone except his own master.

Even his wife Xia Wutong who stayed in Tianluo City, Wuhua did not tell her all his secrets.

In his opinion, no one can be trusted except the master.

"Every year in the back mountain, my uncle who is in seclusion passes away. You don't need to worry about this matter. It will be over after it has passed."

After thinking for a while, the old monk continued: "If we don't get the method of ascension and liberation, we will all die in this world. It's just a matter of time whether we leave early or late."

There has been no news about the jade dish since the death of the old man from Niujiao Town Baozi Shop.

Without the fragments of the jade disc, it would be difficult for the master and the disciple to realize the great truth and escape from this world.

However, no matter how much the master and the disciple have reached this point, they must find the jade disc fragments no matter how much it costs, even if it takes decades, or even hundreds of years.

Thinking of this, the old monk couldn't help but look a little confused.

Mr. Wuhua thought for a while, looked at the old monk and said, "Master, don't worry, when the disciple comes to the world in a few days, as long as we put more effort, we will always get some news."

The old monk sighed and said quietly: "Whether it takes fifty years or a hundred years, we will always find those lost jade dishes."

Mr. Wuhua nodded solemnly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said quietly behind his chest: "This is the fate of our master and disciple. The disciple will definitely live up to the master's expectations."
To be continued...