Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Qingdu Mountain.

It has been nearly ten years since Qingdu Mountain was moved here. The ground has changed. Three small peaks have risen on both sides. They are scattered in height. The tallest one is about a hundred feet tall, just halfway up the main peak of Qingdu Mountain. The shorter ones are fifty or sixty tall. They have been built. Many houses.

The highest Zuofeng is called Fu Feng, and it is reserved for Li Xuanxuan to live in all year round. Several apprentices of Fu Dao live on it. As for the lower ones, they are reserved for brothers Li Chengwei and Li Cheng of Xiaozong.

These two brothers have now become Yujing, and they follow Li Xiya to manage affairs in the clan, and they are considered reliable.

'Xi'ao behaves according to the rules. The two brothers were also raised in Qingdu Cave. They are loyal and reliable. ’

Li Yuanjiao rode the wind and fell back into Qingdu Mountain. The entrance to the cave on the top of the mountain was brightly lit, and two people were guarding the door. He followed the stone steps all the way down, and suddenly it became clear that the cave was so bright and vast.

This is naturally the Snake Demon Cave of the past. Today's Qingdu Cave has been repaired by the Li family for decades. The holes on the wall are very regular. Although the spiritual power is not rich, it is wide and large and can accommodate several people. Foundation-building monks practice.

The burden of supporting foundations and building foundations is heavy, so the family has very high requirements for the land. Thanks to Li Tongya who occupied this place many years ago, now that the Li family has more and more foundations, it is not a problem that they have nowhere to practice.

‘The fire veins of Wutu Mountain have been built, and Kong Guxuan of Xuanyue Gate is still guarding Wutu to make it gradually stable. Ximing started to move it... Qinghong is in retreat again, no wonder it is so deserted. ’

Just as he was watching, Li Xijun came riding the wind and said respectfully:

"I've met Father Zhong."

Li Yuanjiao nodded and asked:

"When will the retreat break through?"

Li Xijun acted prudently and had been staying at the fifth level of Qi training for a while to polish his cultivation. Now seeing that his aura was thick and refined, he said respectfully:

"That's it for the past few days."

Li Xijun and Li Yuanjiao walked around the Qingdu Cave for a while, and there was a faint sound of voices coming from one place. Li Yuanjiao said:

"Ahead is..."

"Most of the children of the Chengming generation have already entered the mansion to practice."

Li Yuanjiao suddenly understood:

"Unknowingly, more than ten years have passed, and Chengming's junior has grown up..."

The two of them rode the wind forward. A group of teenagers were gathering in the small courtyard. A pair of them grabbed each other and shouted at each other.

All the boys and girls are naturally the children of the Chengming generation in the family.

Li Yuanjiao even saw this group of children for the first time. He touched them gently and hid his figure. These children had not even mastered the Jade Capital Wheel, so naturally they had no use for the Xuan Wen Bottle.

Li Xijun went into seclusion a few years ago. He practiced hard and didn't have much time for activities. He also had not seen him a few times. He also used a spell to hide himself and stood in the clouds to watch.

The youngest of these children is only six years old, and the oldest is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Their cultivation level is between the Xuanjing Wheel on the first level of Fetal Breathing and the Zhouxing Wheel on the third level of Fetal Breathing.

"No wonder Brother Fu said there is no one superior to him. Most of these children's cultivation talents are above average."

Li Xi'ao, the least talented member of the Xiyue generation, also had Zhou Xinglun when he was fifteen years old. Although the Chengming generation is prosperous, most of them are descendants of the small sect. Except for Li Xi'an, the Xiyue monks have not yet given birth to children, so they don't seem to have any children. There is no such thing as a talented person.

Li Xijun's eyes lingered on the dozen or so people in the courtyard. There was no one with outstanding temperament, but the oldest boy was very tall and his words were quite bold and generous.

He has thick eyebrows, twinkling eyes, and holds a gun in his hand. He is standing in the yard. He is also the oldest man, in charge of a group of brothers and sisters, and everyone respects him.

Li Xijun stared at him carefully and found it somewhat interesting when he saw him cleaning up the fight between the brothers, giving advice to his younger brother, and dragging the injured to heal.

Looking at Li Yuanjiao on the side, the clan uncle was very focused. The boys and girls below gathered together to chat. Li Yuanjiao looked a little pleased, and he immediately fell down.

…

"Brother Liao!"

Li Chengliao is sixteen years old this year. He is the oldest among the disciples. He has thick eyebrows. There is nothing unusual about him. He just stands with his sword raised. A group of disciples are finishing their training and he is greeting them to sit together.

After all the brothers and sisters were seated, Li Chengliao sat in the middle. One of them said:

"Brother Liao, what are you talking about today?"

Li Chengliao only said:

"You all come to ask me one by one. There are only a few ways to achieve foundation building at home. As for how magical it is, can't you just practice it on your own?"

"Brother, what you say makes no sense."

The girl on the side smiled, her eyes rounded and her eyebrows arched, and she said:

"How many people in the family only build the foundation? You are the direct lineage and have high talent. You can achieve anything you cultivate. We are not as talented as you, so we just listen and enjoy it. How can we achieve it?"

All the boys and girls nodded slightly, all looking dejected, but a child in the corner spoke and said crisply:

"Sister Gong's words are meaningless. My father said that my great-great-grandfather only broke through Yujing when he was more than 20 years old, and he still became the [vast sea]. Foundation building is not just about talent."

For this group of teenage boys and girls, Foundation Establishment is already a rare person with great magical powers, and the Immortal Foundation has its own magic. Word of mouth spreads, and the more it is spread, the more mysterious it becomes. Naturally, everyone is thinking about Foundation Establishment.

Li Chengliao nodded and said in a very elder-like tone:

"Cheng is right. We all practice hard. We are all disciples of the sect, and we have entered Qingdu. Even if we cannot build the foundation, we must cultivate Qi no matter what. We must not lose the face of our own lineage."

All the disciples responded in a very harmonious manner. Although a few teenagers looked at each other very competitively, the atmosphere was still good.

Li Chengliao looked at the brothers and sisters with a smile, and then said:

"But I heard that there is a new method in the clan, called "Pheasant Fire Long Walk Kung Fu". It is a dignified fourth-level method. After swallowing "Long Walk Pheasant Fire", you can cultivate the Immortal Foundation [Pheasant Li Xing]."

The girl on the side, Li Minggong, quickly asked:

"What's so magical about it?"

"How do I know?"

Li Chengliao responded angrily, and the teenagers began to discuss happily, with longing in their eyes. Li Cheng also thought about it, lowering his head and thinking silently.

Li Xijun stood sideways beside Li Yuanjiao and said softly:

"They are all pretty good. At least they all grew up in Qingdu Cave. They are taught every day and there are no playboys."

Li Yuanjiao nodded slightly, and his nephew said regretfully:

"It's a pity that although these children's talents are much better than their parents' generation, they are all mediocre and have little hope of building foundations."

Li Xijun's words were very tactful. In fact, if these children didn't have any adventures, they might not even be able to touch the ninth level of Qi training. Li Yuanjiao hummed, with rare tenderness in his eyes, and said with a smile:

"In the past, my uncle was average among the four sons. He only had the hope of practicing Qi. Who would have thought that he would become famous in the south of the Yangtze River? As long as he has a spiritual aperture, there is hope after all."

"Unfortunately…"

Li Yuanjiao paused slightly:

"These children have never been favored by immortal weapons. They can be the mainstay, but not the leader."

Li Xijun lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, Li Yuanjiao smiled and said:

"Go down and have a look."

Li Chengliao was picking up the wooden weapons on the ground when the noisy voices of his brothers suddenly disappeared. The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pindrop, only Li Minggong's nervous voice:

"Brother Liao...Brother Liao..."

Li Chengliao was called to his left and right, and he raised his head in response. Only then did he realize that there was a young man standing in front of him. He was dressed in white clothes and had a sword behind him. He had an extraordinary temperament.

His eyes suddenly became excited and he said nervously:

"Liao'er has met Ji's father!"

Li Xijun was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this child was the eldest son of his brother Li Xi'an, whom he had met before. He had not been named when he was born, but after ten years, he no longer recognized him.

"Your name is Li Chengliao?"

He was slightly embarrassed and said warmly:

"Liao'er... came... to meet my uncle."

Only then did Li Chengliao realize that there was a middle-aged man beside Li Xijun, with short eyebrows and slender eyes. He was dressed in a simple black robe and had a sword behind him.

‘Uncle? ! ’

Who else could be called 'uncle' by Li Xijun so respectfully? Coupled with Li Yuanjiao's attire, Li Chengliao was suddenly in awe and ecstasy. He bowed in disbelief and even trembled a little:

"Cheng Liao pays homage to...uncle!"

The heads of all the boys and girls who had just raised their heads lowered in an instant. They no longer even dared to raise eyebrows. They bowed down together and said in unison:

"Junior pays homage to my uncle!"

Li Chengliao's gaze was so adoring that Li Yuanjiao looked away slightly, raised his palms slightly, lifted everyone up, and thought to himself:

‘If uncle Tongya were here, these little brats would go crazy with joy. ’

Thinking in his heart, Li Yuanjiao has always been very kind to his family, and said warmly:

"Which lineage are they all disciples of?"

"The direct eldest son of Zhongmai, Li Chengliao!"

Li Chengliao stood up first. The girl beside him, Li Minggong, was the eldest sister and said respectfully:

"The eldest sister of Bo Maiyuan's Wanzhi, Li Minggong."

"Zhongmai Yuanzhi Youji, Li Cheng."

"..."

The twelve people answered according to their age. Li Yuanjiao nodded and calculated their ages. It turned out that the most talented people, Li Minggong and Li Cheng, were only similar to Li Xiyao. He only said softly:

"They all work hard to practice. There are many techniques in the clan, except for a few that are too difficult to collect. You can read them and choose the ones you like to practice."

The young men responded. Li Yuanjiao looked at the weapons scattered on the ground. Sure enough, they were either guns or swords. Occasionally there were one or two bows, and he ordered:

"You can learn whatever weapons you like. You don't have to just focus on these three. There must be someone in the family who can learn each weapon. The clan can go to the market to find techniques for you."

After speaking, he said softly:

"Have you ever killed anyone? Have you ever killed a demon?"

Seeing all the disciples shaking their heads, Li Yuanjiao had something to think about and said to Li Xijun:

"Tong Xi'an, let me tell you, there are many qi practitioners at home now. Don't kill the fetal breath monsters caught in various prefectures and towns easily. Send them in so that the children can see their blood."

"yes."

Li Xijun responded with a smile, but the Chengming generation didn't feel scared, they all looked eager to try. Li Yuanjiao paused and said in deep thought:

"As for killing people...there will be plenty of opportunities in the future...it doesn't have to be so early..."

Not to mention the direct descendants of the Li family who died, there are now more than fifty guests and monks who died unexpectedly, either killed by monsters or by passing demon cultivators. Although Jiangnan is calmer than the East China Sea, Killing people to seize treasures can still be seen everywhere.

Li Yuanjiao gave guidance on the children's practice, and then reluctantly showed the [Jinglong King] to the juniors at Li Xijun's cheerful request.

Li Chengliao and others were still cheering at first, but when the blue-gray snake opened its teeth and claws, they turned pale in horror, and they all dropped their weapons and fell to the ground.

After rejecting Li Xijun's suggestion to divide the Immortal Base into snakes, shrimps, crabs and fish and beat up all the Chengming generation, Li Yuanjiao took Li Xijun away and disappeared into the sky above the cave.

The children calmed down after the two left for a long time, but they became even more admired for the power of the foundation. Li Chengliao's heart was pounding, and he looked at the brothers and sisters on the left and right, all very excited.

"Come on, come on, practice!"

Li Yuanjiao looked at the cheerful look of Li Xijun next to him, and finally laughed a little, and said in a low voice:

"He is really an aunt and nephew. When you play around, you look just like Qing Hong! There is no formality."

Li Yuanjiao said softly:

"When she was a child, she insisted on using a gun to hook a peach, and then tricked Yun Di to pick it up. The hit made Yun Di cry, but she still smiled happily, and she would only give up when Brother Xiu scolded her with a smile."

Li Xijun pursed his lips and smiled, and he could clearly see the smile in Li Yuanjiao's eyes. The eldest brother did not say anything to the second brother, but just listened obediently and responded hummingly.

Li Yuanjiao said a few words and broke away from the memories. Later he realized that he had lost his composure and returned to his serious look, but his tone was much gentler:

"The kids are all good and very cute."

Li Xijun also held up his hands and said softly:

"I have already asked Brother Ming about Uncle Xuanxuan. He has always wanted to meet you."

"good."

Li Yuanjiao said in a deep voice:

"I'll go there right now."

Li Xijun nodded and left, heading towards Wutu Mountain first to remind Li Ximing to avoid embarrassing things happening to Li Yuanjiao.

Li Yuanjiao knew it clearly in his heart, but he knew it, and he didn't want to break it in person. He waited until the time was almost up, and then slowly fell towards Wutu Mountain.

Wutu Mountain.

Li Ximing had already packed up and was waiting. The uncle and nephew sat down. Li Yuanjiao listened to him respectfully finish the matter. He resisted the urge to ask, "Did Xijun teach you this?" and said in a deep voice:

"Things are good... Hengzhu Sect has been operating this way for many years. What does your eldest father say?"

Li Ximing said quickly:

"Xi Jun went and asked. The old man insisted on finishing drawing the talismans for the next two years before leaving. It will take some time."

"Just go if you want."

Li Yuanjiao looked him up and down and praised:

"Not bad, I'm almost at the seventh level of Qi training."

Li Ximing said quickly:

"I could have made a breakthrough, but I just thought that the progress has been too fast recently, and I was afraid that the foundation would be unstable, so I haven't made a breakthrough yet."

"Um."

Li Yuanjiao nodded. The teachings Li Ximing received in practice were in line with the methods of the Xiao and Li families, so he would not make such a mistake.

He glanced around the courtyard and saw a painting hanging in the corner. Most of the painting was finished. The painting showed Li Ximing sitting leaning on him. He was dressed in white and had a very plain expression on his face.

Li Yuanjiao narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly:

"The painting is really lifelike."

Li Ximing nodded awkwardly, and Li Yuanjiao turned his head and looked at him:

"Do you still like it?"

Li Ximing was stunned and replied:

"It's just a painting, no one may like it or not."

Li Yuanjiao just sighed and went out with his hands behind his back.