I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 200 Deep love between master and apprentice
The mountain wind howled, blowing up the dead leaves on the ground and swirling through the valley with a bloody smell.

Li Qingyun stood quietly on this blood-stained land, looking around, and finally fell on Tiger Lao San, and asked lightly:
"Is this flesh and blood useful to you?"

Tiger Lao San slowly retreated from his original ferocious monster form back to human form, with his forehead on the ground, and spoke in a respectful and humble tone:
“Master, only a monster with true tiger blood can help your subordinates improve their strength.

"Although these human shamans can ask the gods to borrow the power of half-demon, they are not of true demon blood after all. They have no value in improving the guardian demon race of our Ten Thousand Demon Palace. However..."

It licked its lips, a trace of greed flashed in its eyes, "...It can be used as a good blood food."

Li Qingyun nodded slightly and instructed:
"Search these corpses to see if there is anything useful, and then you can enjoy the blood food."

Hu Lao San nodded in agreement, then carefully searched the five corpses and found some ancient animal skins, which he excitedly presented to Li Qingyun.

Li Qingyun took the animal skin and glanced at the strange runes on it. Although he did not recognize these words, he casually divined and knew that these were the elixir recipes of the pre-Qin alchemists. He guessed that they should have been found by the Five Elders of Liaodong from Lu Tong's cave, so he casually put them in his arms.

Then, he raised his hand and waved it lightly. A ray of light flashed, and the figure of Tiger Lao San and the bodies of the Five Elders of Liaodong all turned into flowing light, disappeared between his eyebrows, and returned to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace of the Buzhou Divine Mountain.

The valley suddenly returned to silence, with only the mountain breeze echoing in the ears.

The bloody smell in the air gradually dissipated, but the murderous atmosphere took a long time to subside.

After tidying up the place, Li Qingyun turned around and looked at Feng Yaqin who was lying on the ground not far away.

She was still lying there, her hair disheveled, her clothes stained with dust, and she seemed unconscious.

However, Li Qingyun keenly caught her slightly trembling eyelashes, and couldn't help but feel a little amused and shook his head helplessly.

He walked over slowly, leaned over, and whispered to her:
"Master, are you okay?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Feng Yaqin's body moved slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled again.

She struggled to stand up and opened her eyes. Her pale face showed some weakness, but she stared directly at the boy in front of her, her eyes filled with shock and confusion that could not be concealed:

"You...who are you?"

Her voice trembled slightly, full of mixed emotions.

Although she was slightly injured, it was obvious that Old Lady Bai had no intention of taking her life, so she quickly regained consciousness.

And the thrilling battle just now appeared in her mind scene by scene in her weak consciousness.

She saw the purple light surrounding Li Qingyun, saw him summoning the power of the thunder and electric python with a wave of his hand like a god descending to the earth, and also saw him fighting side by side with Hu Lao San.

However, the scene was so shocking that she could not tell for a moment whether she had really woken up or was still in a dream.

The young man in front of her gradually overlapped with the image of the mysterious strong man in her mind - the young man who faced the crisis alone in the Feng Village blood sacrifice was actually Gao Renan, the apprentice she had always thought of!
No wonder every time she was in desperate situation, a familiar figure would appear in time to rescue her from danger.

It turned out that the person had never left and had always been silently guarding her.

Li Qingyun looked at Feng Yaqin's eyes as warm as autumn water, feeling the dependence coming from the depths of the other party's fate, and a hint of apology flashed in his eyes.

This master has always been very good to her, but this fake disciple of hers was forced to absorb and refine part of the other party's fate in Feng Village, which led to her having this strange and complicated feeling.

Moreover, his act of hiding his identity and sneaking into Longhu Mountain had somewhat hurt her trust.

Since his identity was exposed, he did not intend to hide it, so he reached out to hold Feng Yaqin's shoulders and slowly helped her up:

"Master, my real name is Li Qingyun, and I am a lieutenant in Kaifeng Prefecture. The identity of Gao Ren'an is just a disguise.

"I entered Longhu Mountain to secretly investigate an important matter. I have no ill will towards you or Tianshi Mansion. It was just that the situation was special at the time, so I concealed my identity. I hope Master can forgive me."

As he spoke, he briefly recounted how he had seized Gao Ren'an's fate in Guixi County and became a disciple of Longhu Mountain.

Feng Yaqin leaned quietly in Li Qingyun's arms, feeling every inch of her body trembling slightly.

It was the weakness caused by the erosion of the curse, and also a reaction to the chaotic emotions in the heart.

She knew that she shouldn't trust this man who had been deceiving her and hiding his identity, but deep down she couldn't feel even a little resentment or dissatisfaction.

After a long silence, Feng Yaqin finally said something that surprised herself:
"I...how can I help you?"

Li Qingyun was stunned and almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.

He smiled awkwardly:
"Master, just don't reveal my identity. I want to enter the Tianshi Mansion. Is there any good way?"

Feng Yaqin blushed, she didn't expect that she would say such unorthodox words, she whispered:
"I will listen to you. With the talent you have shown now, as long as I report to my uncle, they will soon notice you and train you as a future Taoist disciple and send you to the Tianshi Mansion for further study.

"But by then, Uncle Master Tian, ​​or even the Heavenly Master himself, may put you through extremely rigorous tests. Can your disguise fool the Heavenly Master?"

Li Qingyun smiled slightly:
"I am somewhat confident in the art of disguise. Now that we have come this far, we must give it a try."

Feng Yaqin saw the confidence in his eyes and felt confused for a moment. She then asked:
"I promise to help you, but you have to promise not to harm Longhu Mountain. And... why did you turn Tiger Third into a puppet? Are you an evil cultivator?"

She was good at refining medicine and weapons, so her vision was naturally extraordinary. She saw at a glance that Tiger Lao San summoned by Li Qingyun was not a real flesh and blood creature, so she asked this question.

Li Qingyun still had a smile on his face as he told Feng Yaqin about how he obtained the Heavenly Book and stone tablet, and then broke into Mount Buzhou and entered the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

After hearing these things, Feng Yaqin recalled Li Qingyun's various powerful methods and could not help but be amazed.

The path of cultivation that Li Qingyun took was far beyond her imagination and was more complicated and magical than any path of cultivation she had ever heard of.

It seemed to be a road far beyond common sense, full of miracles and dangers.

Seeing Feng Yaqin remained silent, Li Qingyun knew that she had temporarily accepted his identity, so he asked softly:

"Master, if you have no other questions, let's go back to Longhu Mountain."

Feng Yaqin nodded, her eyebrows slightly frowned:

"The flying magic weapon has been destroyed, what should we do?"

Li Qingyun raised the corner of his mouth, revealing the cunning of a young man. He pinched a magic seal in his hand and used the method of "riding the clouds and mist". The true energy in his body surged, and mist rose under his feet, turning into a thick cloud cushion, which lifted the two of them and slowly rose into the air.

Feng Yaqin said nothing and let Li Qingyun carry her on his back, rising with the clouds, shuttling through layers of sea of ​​clouds, crossing the vast mountains and rivers, and galloping towards Xinzhou Longhu Mountain.

High in the sky, the strong wind blew the clothes of the two people. Li Qingyun practiced the magic formula, and his true energy continued to flow, maintaining their flight.

Feng Yaqin lay on his back, closed her eyes, and let the wind blow her long hair.

Feeling the true energy surging in Li Qingyun's body, she suddenly felt that the tranquility and stability at this moment was something she had not felt for a long time.

The sun shines on the two of them, and the soft light stretches their shadows very long, disappearing in the rising morning mist...

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Li Qingyun and Feng Yaqin flew all the way and returned to Longhu Mountain in Xinzhou in less than an hour. At this time, the sun was high in the sky, and the midday sun shone on the white jade steps outside the mountain gate, reflecting a dazzling light.

The majestic and towering momentum of Mount Longhu was once again displayed before the two of them, and the magnificent mountain gate was like a barrier guarding the heavens.

Feng Yaqin let out a long sigh among the clouds and mist. Looking at the familiar scene, the tense strings in her heart finally relaxed.

She patted Li Qingyun's arm gently, signaling him to put her down.

The two of them slowly landed in a dense forest halfway up the mountain. Feng Yaqin tidied her disheveled hair and regained her usual calm and composure.

"Let's go back and take a look."

She looked up at the palace gate and said lightly.

Yuyuan Palace is Feng Yaqin's Taoist temple in Longhu Mountain, and she usually presides over it personally.

However, during the time when she and Li Qingyun were away, the palace affairs were temporarily taken care of by the eldest disciple Chai Huizhu.

As the two approached the palace gate, they heard a burst of noise coming from the front.

Feng Yaqin frowned slightly, her eyes focused, and she quickened her pace.

In the open space in front of the palace, dozens of disciples formed a circle, three layers inside and three layers outside, blocking Chai Huizhu and other disciples of Yuyuan Palace and the miscellaneous Taoist children in the middle.

Feng Yaqin's pretty face suddenly turned cold. She walked forward and saw Chai Huizhu holding a long sword, with golden light surrounding her body. She opened her arms to protect several fellow disciples and the servants behind her.

In front of her stood an elegant middle-aged Taoist priest, with his hands behind his back, sneering and looking very leisurely.

Feng Yaqin's eyes turned cold, and she shouted in a deep voice:

"stop!"

The sound was like thunder falling in a valley, carrying with it unquestionable majesty.

When the crowd heard the sound of Fengyaqin, they dared not act rashly and made way for it.

When Chai Huizhu saw her master coming back, she was immediately surprised. She quickly put away her sword and stepped forward to salute respectfully:

"Master, you are back!"

Feng Yaqin nodded slightly, glanced sharply at the middle-aged Taoist, and asked in a deep voice:

"Wen Yufeng, why did you come to my Yuyuan Palace with so many troops? What do you want to do?"

The middle-aged Taoist was also slightly stunned when he saw Feng Yaqin, and then sneered:
"Junior Sister Feng, you're back just in time. Ask your beloved disciples what good things they have done."

Feng Yaqin glanced at him coldly, then walked forward, gently patted Chai Huizhu on the shoulder, and asked softly:
"Huizhu, tell me if you have suffered any injustice?"

Before Chai Huizhu could speak, the third disciple Wu Daoan hurried forward and reported with a fist:
"Master, it's like this - two days ago, Song Daqian from Tianchen Palace brought a batch of medicinal materials and asked us to refine a few furnaces of 'Peking Yuan Pills' on his behalf.

“You were out at the time, and I was reluctant to agree. But Song Daqian said that a disciple in their palace was about to break through and needed this pill urgently. He begged me, so I reluctantly agreed for the sake of our friendship.

Wu Daoan paused, his tone filled with a bit of resentment:

“Disciple used the fifty medicinal materials they provided and started five furnaces to refine them. Although time was short and we didn’t perform at our best, we still got thirty-seven pills, and most of them were mid-grade, which was enough to meet their requirements.

"Who would have thought that these people would think the quantity was not enough and asked us to compensate for their loss of medicinal materials. The disciple was so angry that he argued with Song Daqian for a few words and broke his arm in a fit of impulse.

"As a result, early this morning, Master Wen from Tianchen Palace brought people to the house to question me. Senior sister couldn't stand it, so she got into a conflict with them to protect me."

Feng Yaqin had made up her mind after listening to Wu Daoan's explanation.

She knew her own disciples' character very well and knew they would never do such petty thefts. However, Tianchen Palace had always relied on the profound cultivation of its head palace master Wen Yufeng to boss other palaces around.

I'm afraid that during the time I'm away, this group of people will become more aggressive and take the opportunity to bully the Yuyuan Palace, which has a weak foundation.

Thinking of this, Feng Yaqin's face darkened, and she looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest Wen Yufeng and said:

"Fifty portions of medicinal materials, thirty-seven pills were produced, Senior Brother Wen, do you think it's not enough?

"How about this, I will take out the same amount of main and auxiliary ingredients of Pei Yuan Dan right now, and ask your Senior Brother Wen to start refining on the spot. If the quality and quantity of the pills you refine exceed those of my disciple, these pills will be given to me by Yuyuan Palace for free. Otherwise, for every pill missing, let Song Daqian come and kowtow to my disciple. How do you think?"

Wen Yufeng is the head of Tianchen Palace. He has formed his Nascent Soul for more than ten years and is only one step away from the fifth level "Yin Shen". He is confident that his status and strength are superior to Feng Yaqin.

He sneered after hearing this, with a bit of disdain in his eyes:

"Master Feng, you don't even bother to ask what's right and wrong. Are you going to protect your disciple just based on his one-sided story?
“You are good at alchemy, but I didn’t learn this, so I won’t bet with you on these boring things.

"I came here because Song Daqian was beaten by your apprentice. We just want an explanation. Do you think you are justified in beating someone?"

Feng Yaqin showed no sign of weakness:
"Song Daqian falsely accused my Yuyuan Palace first, and my disciple only broke his arm. He already got a great advantage? Your Senior Brother Wen took advantage of my absence to bully the weak. He has no shame at all. What else do you want to explain?"

Wen Yufeng became furious upon hearing this, and his face immediately turned ashen.

He took a step forward, his eyes flashing like lightning, his hands suddenly flashing with lightning, thunder lingering at his fingertips, it was obvious that he was really angry:
"Feng Yaqin, don't be so arrogant! Since you and I can't agree on the dispute, how about we two masters come and settle it? Do you dare to go to the sword arena? If you win, the matter will end here; but if I win, you have to do me a favor, how about that?"

Seeing this, Feng Yaqin knew that a battle today was inevitable.

Yuyuan Palace had just established its foundation under her management. If she gave in now, not only would the morale of the disciples be frustrated, but she would also be regarded as weak and vulnerable by the various Taoist temples in Longhu Mountain in the future, and even the distribution of cultivation resources would be suppressed.

So she ignored the unhealed injuries in her body, summoned her flying sword, and said coldly:
"Alright, I've been wanting to learn from Senior Brother Wen's skills for a long time."

However, as soon as she raised her true Qi, the injuries in her body were triggered, a trace of black air appeared on her fair cheek, and pain spread throughout her body like a needle.

Feng Yaqin's face changed slightly, but she didn't want to be looked down upon by others, so she forced herself to suppress her injuries and still stood tall.

Chai Huizhu was sharp-eyed and noticed the strange behavior of her master. She immediately stepped forward and reminded him in a low voice:
"Master, you are injured..."

Feng Yaqin forced a smile, waved her hand, and said firmly:
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It's a good opportunity to spar with Senior Brother Wen and stretch my muscles. Maybe it will heal."

Wen Yufeng watched all this coldly, with a slight thought in his mind.

The reason why he frequently suppressed Yuyuan Palace was actually for another purpose, and Feng Yaqin's injury was detrimental to his plan.

Then his eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a pretentious and generous tone:
"Junior Sister Feng, if you are injured, why not rematch another day? There is no need to rush our bet."

Feng Yaqin sneered and was about to open her mouth to refute, but Li Qingyun beside her suddenly came up with a smile and said respectfully:
"Master is worth a ton of gold, how can he easily fight with others? Since Master Wen wants to spar with me, why not let me serve him and learn Master Wen's skills on his behalf?"

His tone was relaxed, but his eyes looked at Wen Yufeng with undisguised provocation...

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(End of this chapter)