Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Minghui just shouted, and the golden palace was already crumbling, trembling everywhere, and bursts of Dharma light flowed out. He looked horrified, knowing that the golden elixir monk who was hooked up would definitely hear it, so he hurriedly shouted:

"Senior, have mercy on me! Senior, have mercy on me! Minghui learned from Viola Lotus Maha, the Lotus Sect is the Dharma and Taoism. I only ask for the life of this young monk. I will never set foot on the lake in the future!"

The golden palace shook and then stabilized slowly. Minghui bowed in the air for a long time before he dared to get up and fly out for a while.

Minghui tried her newly grown arm and looked into the golden palace's magic weapon. She saw a dazzling colorful light rising and falling. The broken arm had turned into a pool of white water, and the golden palace was stretched so hard that it creaked. There was a loud sound, and the handsome man and dancer housed inside screamed like ants on a hot pot.

"Pity!"

These people were collected by Minghui from all over the north, with various postures, and they spent a lot of thought on them. Seeing that they were about to be burned to death by the colorful light, Minghui cursed lowly and said:

"Let's all put down our skins and come to my temple! Now we are close to achieving Mahatma. When I cultivate to the Paradise, I will be as happy as you are!"

So he raised the golden palace above his head and opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth and pink tongue and lips. His saliva was as shiny as dewdrops, and faintly revealed a hint of strange fragrance.

He shook it vigorously, and a piece of people the size of a fingernail rolled down and fell into his mouth one after another. Minghui's flawless white teeth bit up and down, and for a while, broken limbs and pieces of meat flew everywhere, and bright red marks were left on his pink lips. There was flow on his lips, but all the waiters in the palace above were ecstatic and jumped into his mouth one after another.

After dozens of breaths passed, Minghui licked her lips and said with satisfaction:

"First replenish your energy, then go back and ask Maha if you can keep my golden palace."

Minghui looked at the direction of Lijing Mountain with fear, not even daring to think about Li Qinghong. He had walked away at the critical moment of life and death, and his heart was already extremely frightened, so he only thought to himself:

"I'm afraid this Li family is the work of some venerable master. I've never heard of it. I'll ask Master when I go back. Let's go! Let's go!"

It wasn't until Minghui staggered away like a bereaved dog that all the turmoil was calmed down. Only the foot of Yuting Mountain was scarlet, and there were all kinds of filth from the threshold to the steps. Several neighbors worked together to clean up the filth all over the floor. Everyone went home quietly.

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Yuting Mountain has been under the rule of the An family for a long time, and it has only returned to the Li family in these years. The people are used to living a hard life. The demon cultivator Murong Xia did not cause much trouble. More than a hundred people died. In the eyes of these people, it is far less than the current Li family rule. It's important to have good days, but when you meet them, ask who died and say: It's a pity, it's a rare good day.

Li Yuanjiao plunged into many matters in Wutu Mountain. Li Yuanping took over the family affairs and gradually became busy. He held a red pen and lightly touched the wooden slips in front of the case.

The congenital illness made Li Yuanping look a little frail, and his eyebrows were always furrowed, as if there were so many heavy worries weighing on his heart that he couldn't let go. Even if he was sitting in the highest and most distinguished position in the courtyard, he still felt a sense of fear. .

"This year's harvest is better, and we can suffer less losses."

Li Yuanping muttered something in his heart, looked at the middle-aged man serving beside him, and said warmly:

"My uncle has been working in the clan's main courtyard for many years. I am new to running the family, so I would like to ask my uncle for his guidance."

The old man beside him has sunken eyes, gray temples, and is ugly, but his clothes are neatly packed. It is Li Xiewen, the old man who managed the family under Li Xuanxuan back then. He is the son of Li Yesheng, and he is now almost fifty years old. .

People in the northern foothills of Dali Mountain are precocious. They get married and have children at the age of twelve or thirteen. In the end, they only live forty or fifty years old. Li Xie has no cultivation and is at the age where he would be lying in bed waiting to die, but he has worked hard for so many years. , I also got a few spiritual things to nourish me, and I look pretty healthy.

Li Pingyi's suicide had such a great impact on the old man that he was left withered. Although the master's family sent people to comfort him, it also meant that his lineage had completely faded away from the center of power. Li Xiewen was reluctant to leave power because he wanted to Try your best to save some.

Hearing Li Yuanping's inquiry, Li Xiewen didn't even dare to say anything and replied:

"I have been working in the clan's main courtyard for many years, so my ears and eyes are clearer and I dare not give any advice."

Li Yuanping waved his hand and saw the old man introduced:

"Nowadays, there are only three people in the family who are not Qi Practitioners in the main channel and have achieved the correct method: An Junyan who is on the seventh level of Qi Lian, Chen Donghe who is on the fourth level of Qi Lian, Tian Youdao who is on the first level of Qi Lian. As for the miscellaneous Qi cultivators, they are Li Qiuyang and Mr. Ren, the Zaqi cultivator is just taking the name of practicing Qi, so don’t worry about it,”

"There are two remaining at the peak level of Fei Xi, three at the fifth level of Fei Xi, Yu Jinglun, three at the fourth level of Fei Xi, and one hundred and fifteen at the lower level of Fei Xi. Most of them are incompetent old guys."

Li Yuanping nodded slightly, and Li Xiewen continued:

"The main courtyard of the clan has two people from the fifth level of Feixi, three from the fourth level, and countless mortal spies below the fourth level. Although there are many monks with foreign surnames in the family, there are only a few of them worth noting."

Li Yuanping gave him a seat, asked his servants to serve tea, and said:

"Please give me some advice from my clan uncle."

Li Xiewen thanked him, looked calm, and said respectfully:

"The most powerful person is Mrs. Dou of the Dou family. She is at the peak of her cultivation. She is surrounded by many people, like a burning fire cooking oil. Although the Dou family has no hope of having a surname, it has the reality of a surname. She has a private spiritual land and has friends with superiors and subordinates. It’s so majestic.”

Li Yuanping moved the tea on the table and stared at Li Xiewen silently. Li Xiewen shook his head without realizing it, pointed down and shrank his head, as if he was about to crawl into the cracks in the ground. Dou Yi continued:

"The Dou family has placed themselves beside the young master, which is evident."

Li Yuanping exhaled, laughed, and replied:

"I already know about the Dou family."

The subordinate Dou Yi himself had some cultivation, but he shrank in front of Madam Dou and Li Yuanping. Being pointed at by an old mortal man, anger suddenly rose in his heart. He quietly raised his head, only to see Li Yuanping straight. Staring straight at himself, he quickly lowered his head.

Li Xiewen nodded silently, cupped his hands and said:

"The Chen family relies on Chen Donghe and has always been the leader of the surname. He is respected by everyone. Mr. Chen keeps a low profile and never makes any publicity. However, the Chen family has a descendant named Chen Mufeng. He is seventeen years old and is already at the fourth level of fetal death. He is a disciple of Li Qiuyang. , He has great talent and can be promoted.”

"good."

Li Yuanping nodded with a smile, and Li Xiewen's old face was full of wrinkles and said softly:

"As for the rest of the surnames, the Tian family has been exposed to the outside world, the Liu family is in depression, the Xu family has few heirs, and the Ren family is not harmonious. It can be seen that there are only a few people like Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming. The rest are all mediocre people and cannot be used. .”

Li Yuanping nodded in sudden realization, asked a few more questions about his family, shook Li Xiewen's hand, and said seriously:

"I am young and young, and I still need my uncle's guidance on matters at home."

Li Xiewen naturally responded repeatedly, and after a while he left. Li Yuanping sat down again, pinched the jade cup on the table with his pale fingers, looked at Dou Yi who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Xie Wen has been running the family for many years under my father, but unfortunately he is weak, otherwise I would still have entrusted him with such a big responsibility."

So he picked up the wooden slip and read it carefully. After sending Li Xiewen away, he saw a group of soldiers reporting and respectfully said:

"Sir, madam is here."