Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The clouds and fog cover Wutu Peak, and the sun shines through the pale white clouds. The young man in black exhales slowly, and the inspiration and spiritual energy flow into his lips and teeth like clouds, scrambling for the first place, which is quite magical.

"call…"

Sitting on the big bluestone on the side is a woman with a beautiful appearance, wearing jade armor, with a gun across her knees, and her green onion-like jade hands holding a light-colored jade slip, reading in a trance. A few small characters are carefully engraved on the corners of the jade slip.

"Breaking Feather Spear"

The woman gestured silently with her hands, and the young man beside her took a long breath and exhaled white clouds. When she opened her eyes, the morning glow on the horizon was slowly rising, and his face was full of worry:

"Ancestor has been there for several days, and I haven't heard any news at all."

Li Qinghong on the side put down the jade slip in his hand, picked up the spear on his knee, lowered it from the bluestone, and said in a muffled voice:

"Why don't you let me go out to find him!"

"No!"

Li Yuanjiao shook his head, stood up quickly to stop him, and said solemnly:

"When my ancestor left home, he specifically asked me to take good care of you, so I called you to come to Wutu Mountain to take care of you personally, just to prevent you from going out alone to look for..."

Li Qinghong turned over and put away the jade slips, shook his head somewhat depressedly, and replied:

"If it looks like this, who can calm down? I have read the marksmanship that my ancestor learned from the Xiao family over and over again, and I can't help but worry about him. As I practice, I will take a look at the sky from time to time. The same thing There is no improvement.”

Li Yuanjiao shook his head and took out a piece of warm jade from his arms. The warm jade was dull and dull, with faint cracks emerging. Li Qinghong came over to look at it, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

After the Li family became an aristocratic family, Li Tongya specially searched for someone to build this object. He originally wanted to use something like a soul wood soul lamp to show misfortune, good fortune, life and death, but the cost dropped so he could only choose the cheapest life jade. .

This life jade can show the life and death of the monk who dropped the blood as long as it takes a while to warm up after the blood is shed. The cost is already high, and it requires at least Qi training. Therefore, there are only a few Qi training monks of the Xuan generation and Li Tongya has built it.

This thing should have been in the ancestral hall. Li Xuanling and Li Xuanxuan took it to Fangshi. Li Xuanfeng's life jade had lost its effectiveness because it had not been warmed and maintained for too long. Li Tongya's was left at home, so Li Yuanjiao took it out specially and looked at it from time to time.

Now seeing that the life jade was dim and dull, the brother and sister looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes. Li Qinghong sighed, her eyebrows curved, and she said warmly:

"In the past, with my father and eldest father looking up to me, my heart was always at ease. But now I want you and me to support the family. At first glance, the road ahead is dark, the sect is dangerous, and people work hard day and night, which makes people secretly scared."

"good!"

Li Yuanjiao felt the deepest feeling among all the disciples. Li Tongya personally entrusted the Li family to him. When he took the jade box, he felt it was extremely heavy and made him breathless. Now he thought for a while and whispered:

"The effect of Qi-Swallowing Linglu is very good. I have now reached the fourth level of Qi training. I may be able to build a foundation within twenty years..."

Li Qinghong had just broken through to the third level of Qi training. Hearing this, he was quite envious and replied:

"As expected of the foundation-building level of Lu Qi, it's really good. Back then, your cultivation speed was not as fast as mine, but now you've surpassed me!"

The two were chatting, and a person came up below. His facial features were somewhat similar to Chen Donghe's. He looked about twenty years old, but he had already reached the fourth level of Fetal Breath. It was Li Qiuyang's disciple Chen Mufeng, who is now from Fangshi. Transferred back to work next to Li Yuanjiao.

"Sir, miss."

Chen Mufeng bowed respectfully and said:

"Young Master Yuanping invited me, saying there is news!"

"What!"

The brother and sister were immediately overjoyed. They looked at each other and without saying anything else, they hurriedly rode the wind to Lijing Town together.

Wutu Mountain is not far from Lijing Town. Li Yuanjiao's [Qi Swallowing Spirit] has the effect of moving clouds and mist. Li Qinghong's [Sky Bird] also has the effect of increasing the flight speed. It can fly faster than ordinary Qi refining monks. Hurry up, the two of them landed in the courtyard one after another. Li Yuanping had been waiting for a long time and hurriedly greeted him:

"Brother! Sister Hong! I have received news from my ancestor!"

Li Yuanping didn't wait for the two to ask questions and quickly told the news. Li Yuanjiao was overjoyed at first and said repeatedly:

"well!"

He thought for a moment secretly, and then said doubtfully:

"Is this news possible?"

"About 70%..."

Li Yuanping also knew that there were many doubts and replied:

"Before my ancestor left, he thought he was in danger of dying. It was difficult to save his life. Who would have thought that the news would be so shocking... I don't think it was done by Foundation Establishment. If it were replaced by Zi Mansion, it would still be somewhat credible..."

"The Reincarnation of Sword-Zhan Maha..."

Li Yuanjiao smiled bitterly and replied:

"When you think about it, you know it's impossible. What's the difference between Maha and Zhu Ji? What's more, Maha is playing with fate and dying on purpose... I'm afraid he's in a hurry to give birth to another child!"

Li Yuanjiao took pleasure in his misery and made a little joke. Li Qinghong admired his great father extremely, but he believed the news. He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth and said softly:

"It should be Namohe who suffered the loss. Since the matter has been settled and Wen Yu has not broken into pieces, I can just wait quietly for the ancestor to return."

"That's the truth..."

Li Yuanping nodded, looking at the warm jade that Li Yuanjiao showed, and slowly felt relieved. Several people talked in low voices, and Li Qinghong said:

"Now that our ancestor has gained fame, I'm afraid it will slowly spread in a few days, and the so-called "Sword Immortal Family" will be promoted again. The families on the lake and surrounding areas will come to congratulate them and send some small gifts..."

After saying this, there was no joy on Li Qinghong's face, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. The two brothers Li Yuanjiao also looked at each other. Li Yuanping nodded and said:

"The ancestor has not returned yet, so he is bound to have some troubles due to his great reputation... I can only accept these gifts and adapt accordingly!"

"This is a small matter."

Li Yuanjiao rubbed the scaly dragon plate around his waist and replied:

"I'm even more afraid of something... The ancestor killed the reincarnation of Maha, and I don't know how many monks he will offend!"

As soon as these words came out, both of them nodded with horror. Apparently they had already thought of it. Li Yuanping sighed and said in a low voice:

"It won't be long before the reputation of our ancestors will be heard all over the south and north of the Yangtze River. There are so many casual sword cultivators and monks cultivating small temples along the river. Some of them are troublesome!"

Li Yuanjiao looked at his younger siblings, stabilized his position first, and said:

"Fortunately, my ancestor is fine, please wait a moment."

A few people were chatting when they saw a man falling from the horizon. He was dressed in gray robes and had an upright face. His eyebrows were solemn and solemn, but his eyes were full of mourning. There were wet marks on his sleeves and he was covered in travel dust.

"Father!"

"Master!"

This person was none other than Li Xuanxuan, who was in charge of Fangshi. Now he was riding the wind and falling. The three juniors quickly bowed down, but Li Xuanxuan waved his hand, took out a few jade fragments from his sleeves, and mourned:

"Xuanling, passed away!"

Li Xuanxuan's words sounded like thunder in the ears of the three of them. Both Li Yuanping and Li Yuanjiao turned pale. Li Qinghong raised his head blankly, his face turning pale, staring at the piece of broken jade in Li Xuanxuan's hand, and murmured:

"Dead?!"

Her face turned pale as if she had lost blood. Li Xuanling was her biological father. Now that she heard the news, how could she not be heartbroken? She just sat down softly and covered her face in silence.