Chapter 406 A Century of Changes

Jingzhou, Qixuanmen.

With ups and downs, more than 200 years ago, it was once prosperous, and once went out of Jingzhou, reappearing the glory of the past across several states.

But just 150 years ago, Qixuanmen suddenly began to shrink its sphere of influence. It is said that a very tragic civil war broke out internally, and external forces intervened, slaughtering the top leaders of the headquarters, and had to give up expansion.

Of the four big families that controlled Qixuanmen at that time, only one survived.

One day, Xu Qingyang and his partner stepped into Jingzhou, Caixia Mountain, and learned the news. They further understood that the so-called four big families at that time were all familiar names, Li, Xu, Han, and Bai. Hearing this, Xu Qingyang and his partner looked unhappy. They could judge the origins of the first three.

The Li family must be the descendants of Li Feiyu.

As for the Xu family, Xu Qingyang's original family, after he left, they must have received special care from Li Feiyu, and transformed from a poor family into a martial arts family. It is likely that the Han family also left the poor mountain village for this reason.

As for the last Bai family, Xu Qingyang fell into deep thought.

Because in the story, the Bai family is the only family that survived among the main forces of the Seven Profound Sect and now controls the Seven Profound Sect.

It can be said that they have turned the Seven Profound Sect into a family sect, which has been passed down for more than a hundred years. During this period, they took the initiative to give up the strategy of competing for hegemony outside, and turned to wholeheartedly operating Jingzhou, turning Jingzhou into their own territory. Outsiders cannot get in, and local forces also need to rely on them to survive.

"So, the Bai family was the perpetrator and the winner back then..."

"Alas, I dare not say that!"

At the foot of Caixia Mountain, in a small town restaurant, the waiter was a big mouth, and he said everything he should and shouldn't say. Now he was so scared that his face turned pale. If it weren't for the two guests being so generous, he really didn't dare to talk about the Bai family of Qixuanmen at first. Now, no matter how they asked, he was unwilling to say it again.

Xu Qingyang nodded and threw another ingot of silver over.

When the waiter left in fear, Xu Qingyang's face was not very good, and Han Li's eyes were cold enough to freeze the air.

"Brother Xu, I'll go back to the village first!"

Xu Qingyang originally wanted to comfort him and tell him not to worry, but when he thought of Han Li's possible extermination, he swallowed his words and nodded, saying, "You go back first, I'll go up the mountain to take a look." After that, the two of them had no intention of staying any longer. They left the town and went their separate ways. Han Li hurried back to the small mountain village, and Xu Qingyang went straight to Caixia Mountain to find out what happened.

He probably knew who the Bai family was. To be honest, it was still his fault.

At that time, a lively wedding banquet was being held on Caixia Mountain. The protagonists of the wedding banquet were the head of the Qixuan Sect, Bai Ling'er, the daughter of the Bai family, and the descendants of the Xu family who were rumored to have been exterminated.

With the status of the Bai family today, the wedding banquet was naturally very lively.

Bai Zhentian, the current head of the Bai family and the head of the Qixuan Sect, sat at the head, and his beloved daughter and son-in-law completed the wedding steps in an orderly manner in the hall.

Xu Qingyang walked down the main peak, and his vague memories gradually became clear. He remembered that it was also a wedding. It was held for Li Feiyu who stayed to enjoy life before he decided to leave, to make up for the guilt in his heart at that time. Time has passed, and the old friend is no longer there, and even the descendants don’t know whether he is still alive. The memory and reality are intertwined in front of him, and Xu Qingyang’s mood is getting more and more depressed. He has to find out the reason first, and then

Damn, all of you, go to hell!

"Visitors coming down the mountain, please report your name!" The waiter asked, and the old man picked up the pen.

"Qi Jue Tang, Xu Qingyang!"

The old man immediately wrote it down, and the waiter said loudly: "Qi Jue Tang, Xu Qingyang sent a gift..."

The scene paused, and the Qixuanmen disciples guarding nearby looked sideways: "Slow, Qi Jue Tang, Qi Jue Tang was disbanded a hundred years ago, brother, which hall are you from?"

Several people around felt something was wrong and silently put their hands on the knife handle.

There is nothing new in the martial arts world. For example, the enemy deliberately rushed to make trouble on their wedding day to humiliate them. Just when the atmosphere was tense, a handsome young man in white clothes and a folding fan came forward, folded the fan and waved it at the guards. When everyone saw the face of the person, they immediately let go of their weapons and bowed their heads respectfully. The young man looked at Xu Qingyang with interest.

"Brother, today is my sister's wedding day. If you want to congratulate, my Bai family welcomes you. If there is any grudge, please don't choose this time..."

He said confidently, and his words were calm and clear.

But the guests around who found out about the situation were all nervous. To offend the Bai family in Caixia Mountain, Jingzhou, was like an old man drinking arsenic. This was not the way to seek death. They all carefully backed away, fearing that they would be involved. A middle-aged team leader was about to leave to greet people, but was stopped by the young man.

He stared at the target, as if he really wanted to know what the other party would choose.

Xu Qingyang could still vaguely see some familiarity in the boy's face, but the boy was not so arrogant when he faced him for the first time.

What on earth made the other party so bold.

Xu Qingyang pursed his lips: "You are a descendant of the Bai family, right? Who is Bai Xiaojiang to you?"

The boy was stunned, and the guards beside him could not help but scolded: "You bold lunatic, I am the founder of Qixuanmen, and you can call me by my name!!"

"Qixuanmen, founder?"

"I remember that back then, he was just a boy from a fisherman's family, with a family feud and a worrying situation. Later, he met a benefactor and brought him back to Qixuanmen to train him. He should be regarded as a disciple of Qixuanmen. When did he become Qixuanmen? The founder of the mountain!"

"Nonsense, who are you!"

More than two hundred years have passed, and these people seem to have no understanding of the past.

The only thing that was different at the scene was the young man. His calm demeanor dropped and he said coldly: "The guest actually knows so much about my Qixuan Sect's past. It seems that he is not necessarily an outsider. Tell me, you are Which family is the remnant? I know that my sister’s marriage will definitely catch some rats from the gutter."

"Yi Ni, do you know the name of the person who brought Bai Xiaojiang back to Qixuanmen back then?"

The young man thought subconsciously, but he had no answer. Even his direct descendants did not know the details of the family's early fortune. Only each generation of the family could understand a little bit.

But this is not important, the other party must be the remnant of the three families.

"Get him!"

The young man put his hands behind his back and gave the order directly.

What greeted him was not that the enemy bowed his head and knelt down to beg for mercy, but that his vision suddenly went dark, and a big hand pinched his head. With a little force, five grooves were made on the skull, and the boy was bleeding from all seven holes, and he was in agony. "Stop" "Let go of the second young master". Several martial arts masters stared angrily, yelling and cursing, and swarmed forward. Xu Qingyang didn't bother to take a second look. The sword energy on his body spread like a storm. In a circle, the sky was filled with red mist, and not a single bone could be found.

There was no one left alive on the entire mountainside.

Xu Qingyang's anger was far from extinguished. He twisted and pulled the palm holding his head and strode towards the summit of the wedding.