I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 180 You're affecting my view of the scenery
A winding path leads to a secluded place, where there is a cave deep in the courtyard.

Led by the sturdy man in gray, Li Qingyun followed the stone path and came to a quaint courtyard in Wuxianzhuang.

Although the courtyard is small, it is very exquisitely renovated. It is surrounded by green bamboos and has a winding bluestone path, making it quiet and peaceful.

There is a fence built near the cliff. Looking around, you can overlook the mountains, which are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The exquisite elegance of the southern courtyards and the grandeur of the northern snow-capped mountains are intertwined together to create a unique charm that makes people almost forget that they are on the top of a cliff.

As soon as Li Qingyun stepped into the yard, he heard a crisp "pop" sound.

A monk in his early twenties was blown away by a huge force and fell heavily to the ground.

The one who knocked him down was a burly young man holding a mace in his hand. The head of the mace was glowing with divine light, and it looked like the skill of a Taoist practitioner.

After the young man finished his move, he held his head high and said proudly, "Thank you, Junior Brother Xiuming, are you okay?"

The knocked-down monk Xiuming's face flushed red, and he was obviously dissatisfied, but he said nothing, quietly got up, patted the snow off his body, gritted his teeth and turned away.

Seeing this, the monk from the Incense Taoist sect smiled even more broadly and casually threw his mace to the ground, making a dull sound.

He then turned around and bowed to the young man in the main seat, and said respectfully, "Brother Du, please give me some pointers on the moves I just made."

Li Qingyun's gaze fell on the "Senior Brother Du". He was wearing an emerald green brocade robe, a scholar's scarf on his head, and a flawless jade inlaid on his forehead. He looked elegant and handsome, like a scholar going to Beijing to take an imperial examination. He did not look like a cultivator at all.

Senior Brother Du sat steadily on the armchair, looking relaxed, holding a few peanuts in his hands and peeling them carefully.

Facing the young man's question, he didn't even raise his head, and said in a cold tone:
"What advice can I give you? Your stick technique is slow and lacks strength. Your purification of divine light is passable, but all your moves are flawed.

"Tsk tsk, what can I say? You're far from it. Go back and practice more."

As he spoke, his hands kept moving, meticulously rubbing off the red skin on the peanut kernels. He had a focused look on his face, as if the peanuts in front of him were much more important than the competition just now.

After hearing Brother Du's comments, the monk holding the mace turned pale and angry, feeling ashamed.

He thought he would get some praise for winning against his opponent, but he was met with a ruthless scolding, and the joy in his heart instantly vanished.

Although he was full of complaints, he did not dare to refute, because this Senior Brother Du was a talented disciple of the Babao Yunxiao Temple in Mount Emei, and his cultivation had reached the fourth level of the innate realm. He was someone he dared not provoke.

So he could only endure the humiliation, smiled awkwardly and whispered:
"Brother Du's teaching is correct. I will work harder and not slack off."

"You don't agree?"

A cold voice sounded in the small courtyard. Before the voice fell, the Taoist practitioner's eyes blurred. He did not know when Senior Brother Du was standing in front of him. His movements were so fast that no one present could see his movements clearly.

The Taoist practitioner felt a slight chill on his neck and when he looked down, he saw that Senior Brother Du's knife hand was firmly placed on his throat.

At that moment, his heart suddenly shrank, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly begged for mercy:
"Brother Du, please spare my life! How dare I disobey?!"

Senior Brother Du snorted lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed the other person away. Then he returned to the armchair with an indifferent expression and continued to peel the peanuts in his hand lazily, as if nothing had happened just now.

The monk from the Xianghuo Dao sect was still in shock. He stroked his neck and took a few steps back. His face was pale. He stood aside and dared not utter a word.

Seeing this, the other disciples around him immediately began to flatter him:

"Brother Du's martial arts are truly astounding! No wonder he has reached the fourth realm in his early twenties. He is truly a role model for our younger generation!"

"That's right. Old Qin, you just won a move against Junior Brother Xiuming by chance, so you got carried away? Senior Brother Du gave you some pointers because he liked you, but you don't even appreciate it?"

"That's right, Senior Brother Du, your move just now was so fast that we couldn't see it clearly. Can you demonstrate it again? Open our eyes!"

"Old Xing, you are so shameless. With your limited skills, you want to learn Brother Du's high skills? Even if Brother Du slows down a hundred times, you can't see the changes clearly!"

Everyone was talking at once, flattering him to the utmost, their tone full of admiration and adoration for Brother Du, as if they had already regarded him as their leader.

Li Qingyun saw this and couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

He used the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong and scanned the area with his "Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils" and discovered that this "Senior Brother Du" was also a martial artist, and that he was practicing the Emei School's innate pure yang true qi, which was exactly the same as the method practiced by Bai Yunrui, the "Jade-faced Little Bodhidharma" in Kaifeng Prefecture.

However, compared with Bai Yunrui, "Senior Brother Du" is obviously much worse. Not only is his aura fluctuating, but his cultivation is also unstable. It can be seen that he has just emerged from the stage of spirit refining and entered the threshold of the fourth realm.

Despite this, he already stands out among this group of younger cultivators in the third realm. No wonder everyone respects him.

Li Qingyun shook his head slightly, knowing in his heart that this was the reality of the cultivation world.

Everything is based on strength. Whoever has the bigger fist can get more resources and respect.

The strong will naturally be admired, while the weak can only rely on others, and fawning on the powerful is the norm.

He had seen this kind of scene many times when he was mixed up with gangs in Bianliang City. In a sense, there was no difference in the behavior styles of cultivators and those despised ruffians. It was nothing more than fighting for territory and resources, but with a more pleasant name.

However, although he understood the situation, Li Qingyun did not like this atmosphere of flattery.

So he calmly walked around the crowd, planning to find a quiet place without getting involved with these people.

But even so, as soon as he entered the yard, he attracted everyone's attention.

The reason is simple. The dragon-tiger Taoist robe he wears represents the top sect in the cultivation world - Longhu Mountain!

The Emei Sect, Longhushan Sect, and Shaolin Temple are collectively known as the leaders of the spiritual practice world, representing the orthodoxies of martial arts, Taoism, and Buddhism respectively. Although they compete openly and secretly with each other, they also share a common prestige.

When the other two sects had not yet arrived, everyone naturally respected Emei.

However, now that the disciples of Longhu Mountain had appeared, they naturally attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

Everyone couldn't help but secretly look forward to seeing whether there would be any sparks between the disciples of the two factions.

As expected, when the "Senior Brother Du" saw Li Qingyun coming in, he put down the peanuts in his hand, stood up and clasped his fists:

"Are you a disciple of the Heavenly Master's House in Mount Longhu? I am Du Yichuan, a disciple of the swordsman Ma Fenggu from the Eight Treasures Yunxiao Temple in Mount Emei."

Li Qingyun had heard the name Ma Fenggu from Bai Yunrui. He heard that she was one of the four great swordsmen of Emei and also Bai Yunrui's uncle, but he didn't have any special impression of her.

So he smiled politely, bowed his head, and introduced himself as a master:

"Greetings, Senior Brother Du. I am Gao Ren'an, a new disciple of Longhu Mountain. My master's name is Feng Yaqin."

"Feng Yaqin?!"

There was a gleam in Du Yichuan's eyes, and he was obviously very familiar with the name.

Feng Yaqin is the top prodigy of Mount Longhu. Not only is she young and beautiful, and has profound Taoism skills, but her alchemy skills are also world-famous and she enjoys great prestige in the cultivation world.

Du Yichuan thought for a moment and immediately smiled, with a hint of probing and challenging in his tone:
"So it's Master Gao. I've heard of your great name for a long time! I heard that the Dragon Tiger Mountain Five Thunders True Method and the Flying Sword Immortal Technique are the two most unique skills of your sect. I wonder which one Master Gao has learned? Could you teach me a thing or two?"

He thought that he had already reached the innate level, enough to be the best among his peers.

This time, he came to Liaodong with his master and grandmaster just to show off his prowess in front of others and take the opportunity to become famous.

To achieve this goal, defeating the disciples of Longhu Mountain, one of the three major sects, is undoubtedly the best way.

Li Qingyun smiled slightly and answered honestly:

"I have just established my foundation, and I have only learned one set of 'Heavenly Thunder Body Forging Technique' and one volume of 'Golden Light Divine Curse' from Longhu Mountain. My master has not taught me the advanced techniques that Brother Du mentioned."

Du Yichuan felt as if cold water was poured over his head when he heard this. He had thought that the disciple from Mount Longhu would be his springboard to fame, but he did not expect that the other party was just a young cultivator who had just established his foundation, and was nearly thirty years old. It was obvious that he did not have much potential.

Even if you win a competition with a junior of the second realm, you will only be known as a bully, which is really not decent.

"I see,"

He smiled perfunctorily and sat back on the armchair. "That's such a pity..."

The atmosphere in the field suddenly became awkward. As disciples of the same top sect, Du Yichuan was still surrounded by the crowd, while Li Qingyun moved a chair alone and sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the scenery of the mountains, seeming a little out of place.

In the eyes of everyone, he had low cultivation and no potential, and was more like a servant who accompanied his master to run errands and serve tea and water.

In comparison, Du Yichuan, as a talented disciple of Mount Emei, will definitely become the backbone of the Emei Sect in the future. It is obviously more valuable to make friends with such a person.

Li Qingyun did not mind that no one paid attention to him. Instead, he enjoyed the peace and quiet. He took a pot of tea, poured himself a drink, and admired the scenery surrounded by mountains outside, feeling leisurely and contented.

At this moment, a low beast roar was heard from outside, and then several demon cultivators walked in swaggeringly.

The leader was a tall and majestic tiger demon, with clear muscle lines all over his body, thick leather armor, golden eyes flashing with cold light, and a strong aura emanating from his body, as if he was a peerless beast that walked out of the abyss. The arrival of the demon tribe immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

All the disciples stopped talking, and a look of vigilance appeared on their faces.

I didn’t expect that Wuxianzhuang actually invited the demon tribe to come.

The human race and the demon race are irreconcilable. It is normal for demons to eat humans and for cultivators to kill demons.

Although the two ethnic groups occasionally cooperate for common interests, in most cases they end up in unpleasant situations and eventually turn into violent conflicts.

Therefore, the arrival of several powerful demons undoubtedly made the atmosphere suddenly tense, and the cultivators all looked at Du Yichuan who was in the main seat.

The tiger demon looked at the surrounding human cultivators with a defiant look and obvious provocation. Suddenly, he stepped forward and stood in front of Du Yichuan:
"Are you a disciple of Babao Yunxiao Temple?"

Du Yichuan's eyelids twitched. As a martial artist in the Xiantian realm, he was extremely sensitive to Qi.

Although they were both in the fourth realm, the blood of the tiger demon in front of him was surprisingly rich. He had already firmly stood at the realm of "Demon King" and his aura was unfathomable.

If a real fight comes up, I have about a 40%, no, 30% chance of winning.

He made an estimate in his mind, and his eyes became sharp.

As an Emei disciple, facing the naked provocation of a "Demon King", there is no way I would retreat even if I die in battle!
Not to mention a 30% chance of winning, even if it’s only a 10% chance, I can’t lose face for my master!

Besides, he still has the protective treasure given by his master. If he strikes back at the critical moment, he may not necessarily lose.

So Du Yichuan slowly stood up. His tall stature was as big as the tiger monster. He pressed his forehead against the tiger monster's patterned head and said coldly:
"what do you want?"

The tiger demon roared in a deep roar, its ferocious golden pupils exuding a ferociousness that captivated the heart, and it growled:

"Boy, you are the first one who has the courage to speak to Master Tiger like this. Do you dare to fight Master Tiger to the death?"

Du Yichuan sneered:
"Exactly what I want!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the courtyard froze instantly, the air seemed to be frozen, the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold was biting.

No one expected that such a dramatic scene would be seen in the small courtyard of Wuxianzhuang.

Although they didn't wait until the Emei Sect's battle with the geniuses at Mount Longhu, the bloody life-and-death fight between the human and demon races was obviously more exciting.

However, many people were also worried about Du Yichuan. The Liaodong Tiger Clan was very famous, and the tiger demon in front of them obviously had a deep background and high cultivation. He was probably already at the level of a demon king for many years.

And to put it bluntly, if Du Yichuan lost this life-and-death battle, it would be fine. For the sake of Wuxian Manor, the tiger demon would definitely not kill him. At most, he would just be slightly injured.

But if one wins by accident, it will be a disaster.

The several demons behind the other party all have strong bloodlines, and there are even two demon kings among them, whose cultivation is no less than that of the tiger demon.

If they get mad because their leader is injured and rush forward together, no one on our side will be able to resist.

Even if the elders in the sect will come forward to seek justice for Du Yichuan afterwards, no one can escape this loss.

The tiger demon did not seem to expect that the cultivator in front of him would be so tough. He was slightly stunned, then laughed loudly towards the sky, shaking the whole area, revealing the cruelty and contempt unique to wild beasts.

It took off its leather armor, revealing a coat of gorgeous golden soft fur. It walked to the center of the field and waved its tiger claws at Du Yichuan provocatively, signaling him to come over and die.

Du Yichuan gritted his teeth and his eyes became more serious. The opponent's aura became stronger again at this time, and his chance of winning was probably only 20%.

But now that things have come to this, he can only bite the bullet and move forward, determined in his heart that even if it means both sides suffer losses, he will not admit defeat.

At this tense moment, a lazy voice suddenly sounded, like an untimely cheer on the stage, abruptly ruining the scenery.

"Hey...I said..."

The attention of all humans and demons was immediately drawn to the other end of the venue.

Over there, a young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe was calmly putting down the teacup in his hand, seemingly unaware of the tense atmosphere in front of him.

He raised his head and waved at the two people who were about to fight in the field, smiling, and said leisurely:

"You're blocking my view..."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's face changed color.

"Is this guy crazy?!"

This thought came to everyone's mind at the same time.

Are all the Taoists in Longhu Mountain so short-sighted?
What time is it now? The moment when two powerful fourth-level masters are about to face off, a war is about to break out!

In this situation, is there anyone who still cares about enjoying the scenery?

If such words were spoken by a master on the Earthly Demon List, they would naturally give off a sense of intimidation, as if they were spoken effortlessly and without even being angry. However, for a young Taoist priest who had just established his foundation to be so arrogant was a bit out of touch with the current situation.

Even though he has the support of Longhu Mountain and Feng Zhenren behind him, the current situation cannot be resolved by relying on reputation alone.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

The tiger demon suddenly laughed twice, turned his head, looked up and down at the Taoist priest who was sitting alone in the corner of the yard, and suddenly his body flashed, turned into a residual shadow, and suddenly appeared in front of Li Qingyun.

The shadow cast by its huge body, with a huge sense of oppression, instantly enveloped the thin human Taoist priest.

His arms, as thick as buckets, were brazenly resting on the table top where the tea cups were placed. His huge head was lowered, only a few inches away from Li Qingyun's face.

The fishy and foul evil aura rushed towards him and kept spraying on Li Qingyun's fair face.

"Master Tiger is blocking you, so what?"

No one expected that in just a short moment, the tiger demon's anger was transferred directly from Du Yichuan to this ignorant Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain.

Of course, it is because the demon race lacks etiquette and does things straightforwardly, but the Taoist surnamed Gao's ability to attract hatred is truly top-notch.

Everyone looked at each other, no one knew what to do next.

Save Li Qingyun? Of course not. Who would dare to provoke such a powerful tiger demon at this time?

Should we sit back and do nothing? He was from Longhu Mountain. If we were to be accused of not helping someone in need, how would we survive in the cultivation world?
When everyone was in a dilemma, Du Yichuan gritted his teeth and said under pressure:

"Tiger demon, your opponent is here!"

However, the tiger demon ignored him and continued to stare at Li Qingyun's face, as if facing a plate of delicious food, looking for the right place to start.

The next moment, the smile on Li Qingyun's face became even brighter.

He looked directly into the golden pupils of the tiger demon, slowly stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers wrapped in light golden light gently pressed on the threatening tiger face.

"So...get away..."

His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was chatting with an old friend, but before he could finish his words, a heart-wrenching wail erupted from the tiger demon's throat.

"Ow—"

A deafening roar resounded through the sky, carrying with it extreme pain and fear.

Everyone looked at the field in horror, only to see the tiger demon's huge body tilted and its head smashed into the ground sideways, instantly cracking the solid rock tiles and spreading spider-web-like cracked stripes.

For a moment, the whole courtyard shook.

The tiger demon tried desperately to prop himself up, but under the palm that was emitting golden light, his muscles were taut and knotted, as if they were about to explode at any time, and he was unable to move at all.

Li Qingyun remained calm, his palm gently pressing on the tiger monster's head, as if he was holding down a newly captured kitten.

Then, he calmly placed one foot on the tiger demon's back, calmly withdrew his hand, patted his palm as if there was some dust on it, and then slowly sat up straight. In the shocked eyes of everyone present, he showed a harmless smile, pointed at the tiger demon and said:

"He really blocked my view..."

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(End of this chapter)