Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The clan's main courtyard is located at the foot of Lijing Mountain, close to the foot of the mountain. It used to be the courtyard of the Li family at the foot of the mountain. It is guarded by two courtyards on the left and right. The entire courtyard faces south and is rectangular in shape.

The front yard is made of stone bricks and is an open-air venue. Each stone brick was tamped by the four brothers of the Li family. Li Changhu and Li Tongya laid the bricks, and Li Xiangping and Li Chijing made the joints. If you look closely at the cracks in the wall, Maybe I can still see the immature fingerprints of Jianxian at that time. My family's work was done carefully and perfectly, and there has been no flaw in the weather up to now.

Li Xiewen is now in his thirties and has become a serious and upright middle-aged man. He is wearing ordinary clothes and standing in the front yard. Li Xuanxuan is practicing in seclusion and Li Yuan is in charge of the family. Li Xiewen consciously takes care of the work in the town. He handed it over to his eldest son, Li Pingyi, to work in the clan's main courtyard.

Just like the night when Li Yesheng handed Li Jing Town into his hands, Li Xiewen held Li Pingyi's hand, and the two held candles and talked all night long, starting from the time when his eldest father Li Yesheng let ducks on the Meichi River to Li Xiewen's story. How prominent is his pulse now? Li Xiewen held Li Pingyi's hand and said solemnly:

"My lineage has been in charge of Lijing Town for generations. Your eldest father and Xiang Pinggong died together in Shanyue, while my father and I balanced the families in Lijing Town and restrained the disciples for eighteen years. You must know that I The ups and downs of the pulse are all tied to the young master, so act with caution!"

Li Pingyi is a shrewd person. He has always seen these things in his children's eyes. He has known how to follow Li Yuanxiu since he was a child. Naturally, he understands his father's hard work. He has been assisting Li Yuanxiu in running the family for just over a year now, and he has never slacked off. .

Li Xiewen stood in the courtyard. The tribesmen who were coming and going all bowed their heads and responded to him. He replied one by one. After waiting for a stick of incense, he saw his eldest son Li Pingyi walking out of the courtyard, cupping his hands and saying:

"Inquiry, Master Zuzheng has come down the mountain, please come with me."

The two of them have their own positions in the clan's main courtyard. The eyes of all clansmen are fixed on father and son. Naturally, they dare not address each other as father and son in the courtyard. Li Pingyi calls his father's position in the courtyard "inspection", and Li Xiewen He said respectfully:

"Thank you, sir."

Li Xiewen followed Li Pingyi into the middle hall, and saw many clan soldiers standing quietly in the hall. His Highness was still kneeling with two people. They both took off their shirts and were whipped with thorns. Blood splattered on the ground. The two of them gritted their teeth. Those who dared to speak out had gray-white wooden tags stuck on their heads and necks. Li Xiewen took a closer look. One of them was "bullying civilian girls" and the other was "greedy for money." It seemed that they were not his own children, and he was immediately relieved. One breath.

After bypassing the gloomy middle hall, the light in the back hall is much brighter. Windows are open on both sides, revealing a few rays of sunlight and shining bright lights. It seems to be lit by magic. There is nothing gray or black. smoke.

Sitting above him was a young man who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old. His black hair stood straight up and he wore an emerald jade crown. He had gentle sword eyebrows and smooth lines on his face. He looked over with gray-black eyes and said with a smile:

"Hearing that Uncle Xie Wen came to look for me, Yuan Xiu hurriedly went down the mountain. Please forgive me for making Uncle Xie Wen wait a little longer."

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

Li Xiewen felt relieved when he saw his sincere face, but he didn't dare to exaggerate and said in a deep voice:

"My subordinate accepted this duty of investigation and was ordered to supervise the small sect and branch monks. I got the news recently and came to report it quickly."

"Uncle Clan, please speak."

Li Yuanxiu nodded slightly, Li Xiewen cupped his hand and continued:

"The son of the Chen family became a disciple of Li Qiuyang and got married to his sixth daughter. The Chen family has already joined the Qiuyang lineage. This way..."

"My uncle has already told me about this."

Li Yuanxiu waved his hand, obviously already knowing about this, and said with a smile:

"My uncle and uncle from the Qiuyang clan are both the pillars of my family, so this matter doesn't matter."

Li Xiewen could see that Li Yuanxiu didn't want to delve into the matter, so he deliberately interrupted himself. Some of his words would offend others, so he gave up immediately and continued:

"Now there are more than 6,500 people in the Ye family branch of my Li family, and there are 1,200 people in the small sect. There are eight monks in total. The disciples who participated in the struggle between the three major foreign monks have been identified one by one. There are more than 600 mortals. …There are three monks.”

"Well."

Li Yuanxiu frowned slightly, thought for a few breaths, and said softly:

"Most of these mortals are married to monks with foreign surnames, so it is inevitable that they will be involved..."

"As for the monks in the family, the small sect is not an independent family. It has relatives and family members, who are close, distant, like and dislike. It is not easy to deal with the entangled interests."

After looking at Li Xiewen, Li Yuanxiu said softly:

"Uncle Clan spotted the talented disciples among them, and transferred them to Huaqian Mountain to practice with his uncle, away from these right and wrongs. The rest of them are just people trapped in fetal breath all their lives. If they want to fight, let him fight. , The fight in the end is nothing more than a handful of ashes, just let people keep an eye on you, and as long as you don’t look too ugly, let the rest go."

"yes."

Li Xiewen responded in a deep voice, and explained some complicated details before bowing and retreating. Li Pingyi looked at Li Yuanxiu and whispered:

"Zuzheng, do our people continue to add fuel to the flames..."

"No need, just withdraw."

Li Yuanxiu put away the wooden slips on the table, took a tea bowl and drank, and replied:

"It took a long time to get really angry, but it's not pretty. Now the intensity is just right, making them gnash their teeth but have no choice but to do anything."

"The number of monks in the family is increasing day by day, and the monks are not really indifferent to the fireworks of the world. The spiritual rice and spiritual stone can make them fight. The struggle will be a matter of time. Now with such a push, who is treacherous and who is cunning? It’s clear who is steady and who is honest, and if something happens, we will have a reference.”

Li Pingyi nodded in agreement, and Li Yuan drew on the cloth in front of him with his pen, raised his slender eyebrows, and whispered:

"But now most of the elders in the family are in seclusion. Things should be done in a stable manner. Don't alarm the elders. Send a few people to keep an eye on it. If something really happens, warn them in advance. It won't look good if someone loses their life."

"My subordinate understands."

Li Pingyi cupped his hands and recalled the reports of the past few days. Suddenly something came to his mind. Li Pingyi whispered:

"The leader of the clan, that person from the Tian family broke through the Jade Capital Wheel of the fifth level of fetal breath, thus giving birth to spiritual consciousness. All the movements around him were clear. The children in the clan were almost spotted by him many times, so my subordinates had no choice but to ask them to go ahead. Withdraw it so that your secret will not be exposed."

"The fifth-level monks of Fetal Breath have transcended the world and are inconvenient to manage. I have also considered this matter."

Li Yuanxiu put down the brush in his hand, obviously he had concerns for a long time, and whispered:

"When a monk reaches the fifth level or the peak of fetal breath, he is no longer a human being under the blessing of his cultivation. He cannot be controlled by the clan's main courtyard."

"I'm thinking of sending a letter to Meichifeng to separate the monks with the fifth level of fetal breath and above from the crowd. It would be too wasteful to let them go farming after they have spiritual consciousness. You can go into the mountains to kill some monsters or Make some talismans and don’t have to be controlled by the people under the mountain.”

Li Yuanxiu paused, thought over his thoughts for a while, and continued:

"It's just that there are still too few monks who have given birth to spiritual consciousness in the family, and it is difficult to separate them into an organization. When the monks with foreign surnames in the family slowly grow up, this matter will be put on the table sooner or later."

"The young master has considered it right."