Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Yuanjiao read "Yueque Sword Code" for a while in the mountains, and took the time to write a letter back to Li Xizhi, telling him everything about his family.

The Li family is now preparing to go overseas. With their current strength, it is not difficult to catch a foundation-building monster and bring it back. They can take the Qi and give it to Li Xizhi. Li Yuanjiao was thinking about this and wrote a letter to ask.

He waited for more than a month, but Kong Heng had not returned yet, but Li Xizhi's letter arrived first:

"...The child has already broken through the seventh level of Qi training, and has a solid foundation. It will take three to five years to break through to the eighth level. After taking the elixir, he can already touch the foundation. That Qi can increase his cultivation. It is a waste to use it at this time. , it’s better to wait for the child to break through the foundation and then go home..."

Li Yuanjiao understood what Li Xizhi meant and nodded secretly. Li Xizhi was a disciple of the Immortal Sect and could practice many spells. He was not in a hurry to break through the foundation building. He could even delay it. Li Yuanjiao gave up his thoughts and waited for him to build the foundation. Say it again.

Counting the days, Li Xizhi was thirty-five years old this year. Li Yuanjiao felt a sudden realization. Looking back, he was also in his fifties, but he had achieved qi training very early, so he still looked like he had just entered middle age.

"It's a pity that I was injured one after another, which delayed my practice. Otherwise, I would have hit the corner of the middle stage of foundation building."

Li Yuanjiao's Lun Qi blessing cultivation speed was clearly reflected during Qi training, but the foundation building only had three levels, so it was not reflected for a long time, and he felt a little behind.

"It's inevitable."

He held the light purple jade slip in his hand, and a man came up from below. He had a broad face, a tall build, and a middle-aged appearance. He said respectfully:

"Xi'ao has met the ancestor."

Li Xi'ao has broken through the fourth level of Qi training. He has worked hard over the years and behaved in an orderly manner without making any mistakes. Li Yuanjiao asked in a gentle tone, and Li Xi'ao replied:

"Reporting to the ancestors, something happened in the devil's cave to the east... I have sent people to keep an eye on it, but there has been no big movement in the past few years. Only in the early morning, fighting continued, blood was flying into the sky, and killing sounds were everywhere. The people who came back reported, That devil's cave has been destroyed."

"How many people are here?"

Li Yuanjiao asked in a deep voice, and Li Xiya replied:

"No more than one person."

"Foundation building?"

Li Yuanjiao frowned slightly, while Li Xi'e hesitated and said:

"Hearing that the man was coming from the east, all the cultivators in the Devil's Cave swarmed towards him, but he actually killed seven or seven hundred and eighty-eight people. In the end, only three or five escaped."

When Li Yuanjiao heard this, he frowned and said:

"It's not foundation building? It's Qi training..."

These demon cultivators are not fools. They will definitely turn around and run away when they encounter Zhuji, and they will definitely not confront him again. If Dangtang Zhuji takes action, they will not be able to fight for a while and then let three or five of him escape.

Li Xiya nodded slightly and replied:

"The person came holding a golden hammer, spitting flames from his mouth, and fought for a long time. The hard work caused all the demon cultivators to scatter and flee. Maybe they were Donghai cultivators..."

After he finished speaking, a streak of purple lightning fell from the sky, and Li Qinghong also emerged from the barrier in high spirits. Li Yuanjiao waved his hand and asked Li Xi to fall down, and he pondered for a long time.

Li Qinghong stopped Li Xi'an and listened to him carefully before letting him go and said:

"Zhang Yun personally escorted him, and also specifically intimidated the surrounding families not to come near. It seems that he was just waiting for this person to come to his door!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded and judged:

"Perhaps I deliberately wanted to send some skills and magic weapons into this person's hands. I specially set up this trap, leaving clues, and pretending to get it into this person's hands... It was the layout of the Golden Feather Sect, to win over someone, or someone else. It’s just using him.”

The Li family is already an aristocratic family. Over the years, they have understood many methods of the three sects and seven sects. In the past, they were just starting out and were in the middle of the game. Now, Li Yuanjiao saw it at a glance. He breathed a sigh of relief and said thoughtfully:

"Back then, when Maha was making plans, these aristocratic families must have looked at my Li family the same way... They could only remain silent and trembling, waiting for the follow-up before reacting."

Li Qinghong nodded. She finally understood. No matter who that person was, the Li family would not dare to touch him for fear of harming their own family. Li Qinghong said softly:

"As long as there is a result, it will be good. The matter in this devil's cave is over, Zhang Yun leaves, and we can relax."

The brother and sister were relieved. The fine-eyed monk Kong Heng fell into the formation in the dusty wind, announced a release signal, and said:

"Fortunately, the young monk lived up to his mission."

After handing over a letter, Li Qinghong looked at him with a gun in his hand. The monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, sweating slightly. He said a few polite words and hurried back to the outside of the mountain.

Li Qinghong raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Li Yuanjiao on the side just glanced up and down and had already finished reading the letter sent by Kong Tingyun.

Kong Tingyun's handwriting was elegant and her words were casual. In the letter, she scolded Situ Mo, saying that he was cunning, cunning and dishonest. She warmly invited the Li family to stay, saying that she wanted to disgust Situ Mo.

Her tone sounded like she was speaking with a smile to her face, without any sense of alienation, and she mentioned something at the end:

"In late June, a group of disciples from the sect will come overseas. If it is convenient for Brother Jiao, we can come together and protect my children along the way, so as to save me from having to make another trip..."

‘That’s not bad. ’

Li Yuanjiao secretly nodded. If he could go there together with the Xuanyue disciples, they could take care of each other and prevent Shi Xiu from causing mischief.

Li Qinghong on the side took the letter in his hand, looked at it twice, and said with a smile:

"This Kong Tingyun is pretty good."

She silently looked at her brother's face with her almond-shaped eyes. Seeing that Li Yuanjiao's expression did not change and he was just planning thoughtfully, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and said to herself:

'After all, my sister-in-law is a little less talented. Now she only has the seventh level of Qi training. I will send her a pill after she breaks through. Although the brother-in-law and his sister-in-law have a deep love, they can't be too different...'

Li Qinghong and Xiao Guiluan had been together for many years and were still very affectionate. Li Yuanjiao had always been on the same page as Li Tongya and never showed favoritism. Therefore, Xiao Guiluan did not have any good resources. Only Li Qinghong sent some pills from time to time.

Li Qinghong was thinking about this, and Li Yuanjiao could tell that she was absent-minded just by scanning her eyes, and asked a question. Li Qinghong shook his head repeatedly, and then Li Yuanjiao said:

"The agreed date is coming soon, so pack your things and go out together."

Li Qinghong held the gun and replied:

"There's nothing to clean up, let's go!"

Li Yuanjiao then summoned brothers Li Xi'an, Li Xijun and Li Wushao, and told them to run the house carefully and not to act rashly. Then he and Li Qinghong called Kong Heng and rode the wind together.

Afraid of Shi Xiu's calculations, the few people flew very fast. When the day was about to pass, Genius Mengmeng showed that Shanji County of Xuanyue Sect had appeared in front of them.

An old man came forward. He had an ordinary face and two small moles. He had jade pendants of various sizes hanging on his body, making a jingling sound. He came up laughing:

"Xuan Yue Kong Yu, I have met all of you fellow Taoists!"

Kong Yu was invited by Li Xuanxuan to move the mountains of the Li family and revealed the news about the "One Stick of Incense Family". He was considered a friend of Li Xuanxuan. At that time, Li Yuanjiao had never seen him in seclusion, but Li Qinghong had seen the old man and said politely:

"I've met senior!"

"Ah! If you don't dare to take it seriously, I'll be disgraced!"

Kong Yu had a wry smile on his face. When he came to the Li family, Li Qinghong was still a qi-training monk. He had no problem relying on his elders to become a senior. Now in the blink of an eye, Li Qinghong has become a foundation-building monk. How could Kong Yu dare to rely on him? He refused again and again and asked:

"Is Brother Xuanxuan okay?"

"My father is still in good health."

Li Yuanjiao replied, and they chatted for a moment, and then several boys and girls flew up from below. They were all practicing Qi. They looked at the two of them with envy and said respectfully:

"I've met two seniors!"

Li Qinghong still looks like a girl now, with jade armor and silver boots, and a dashing appearance, which made the male disciples of Xuanyue stare straight at her. They were obviously afraid but couldn't help but look at her, which made Kong Yu very embarrassed.

Li Yuanjiao looked more mature and didn't look like a decent person. Naturally, no one dared to look at him. Li Yuanjiao only looked at the group of disciples and thought to himself:

"The cultivation level is worse than that of my family Xijun, and he is not as dignified as a disciple of the sect. He should not be a direct descendant of the core family."

The group of people met together and quickly set off, heading down the river towards the East China Sea.

…

Wutu Peak.

Li Ximing slowly exhaled, and two bright flames seemed to light up in his eyes, leaping and rising, turning into a piece of gold, slowly dissipating and becoming invisible. Then he took a gentle breath and swallowed the [Long Line of Yuan Fire] in front of him into his belly.

Two years ago, he took Lu Dan and broke through the ninth level of qi training. He recharged his energy and polished his cultivation for a while, and he had perfected his cultivation.

Li Tongya's generation lacked elixirs, and polishing one's cultivation was a hard work, which often took three to five years. By his generation, various elixirs had gradually become abundant, and Li Ximing had no shortage of them, so he was naturally very fast.

He turned his hand and revealed a jade bottle, which was Suiyuan Dan, and thought:

"Brother Zhi's elixir... I don't really need it... It's best to leave it to Xi Jun..."

Li Ximing did not dare to say anything else. He was full of confidence in his spiritual practice. He devoted himself to the Tao and had a spiritual fire of heaven and earth in his belly. Over the years, men and women had sex, swallowed fire and swallowed fire. He had a vague premonition that he would coincide with this. Dao, you have a lot of confidence in foundation building.

Despite this, Li Ximing was still a little hesitant. Failure to build the foundation would be the end of life and death. If it had been anyone else, he would have rotted away in his stomach and refused to let it go even if he was 99% sure.

But Li Xijun is not someone else. There are few things that Li Ximing cares about in his life, and Li Xijun is definitely one of them. This younger brother who is a few days behind him comes to visit him every day, and he is so eager to let go.

Gritting his teeth, Li Ximing put the jade bottle on the table, resisted the urge to pick it up, locked the door, and turned around and went out.

In front of her, Meng Zhuoyun's black hair was disheveled, and the ends of her hair were tied with a red rope, with a small green gold orchid hanging on it. Li Ximing urgently needed to forget about the bottle of Suiyuan Pill, so he just hugged her.

Meng Zhuoyun curled his lips and undressed and took off his belt in a familiar manner. Li Ximing muttered that she just let him do whatever he wanted and hesitated to make any decision.

She suddenly asked:

"Brother Ming, will you keep me?"

Li Ximing frowned, as if he had repeated it a hundred or two hundred times in the past:

"You can take care of yourself."

Li Ximing was also thinking about something. The two of them had already been close to each other. Naturally, they were both absent-minded. Meng Zhuoyun put his hands on his chest and suddenly said:

"Li Ximing."

It was the first time that Li Ximing saw her calling her by her first name, and he was stunned. Meng Zhuoyun said softly:

"You just rely on the Li family..."

"Do you think you are a genius? You only rely on the shadow of your father's generation and deprive you of everything the Li family has given you. Where can you meet people? Huh?"

A few drops of sweat rolled down Meng Zhuoyun's soft face. He was panting, but his eyes were calm and he said softly:

"Even without a family background, Li Yuanjiao can be a general, Li Xijun can be a swordsman, and Li Xi'an can be a shopkeeper. What about you? You are just a coward."

Li Ximing closed his eyes, as if he had touched some painful spot, and after a few breaths he whispered:

"Stop talking...stop talking..."

Meng Zhuoyun parted his hand, took a deep breath, and said softly:

"I bid farewell."

She stood up from the ground neatly and poured out the contents of the storage bag: elixirs, secret techniques, paintings, Li Ximing's clothes, and smashed them on him.

Almost in Li Ximing's unbelievable and unprepared look, Meng Zhuoyun put on his robe, performed a clothes purification technique, and walked out of the hospital, with his black hair flying and a determined look on his face.

She had only taken two steps when she saw a young man in white standing in the forest, blocking her way.

He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, holding a sword in his arms. Even though Meng Zhuoyun was in a mess and half-white, Lu only lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, turning his face away politely.

Meng Zhuoyun shook his head gently, the lapis lazuli orchids in his hair sparkling in the moonlight, his soft eyes were clear in black and white, full of stubbornness:

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Li Xijun stretched out his hand and said politely:

"I also hope to take a look at fellow Taoist's storage bag."

Meng Zhuoyun saluted and handed over the storage bag. Li Xijun checked for a while and found that there was indeed nothing related to his home. He apologized and handed the storage bag back, but still did not move his feet.

Meng Zhuoyun had no choice but to cast a spell and swore a mysterious oath not to reveal any information about the Li family. However, Li Xijun did not give up. He lowered his eyebrows guiltily and said softly:

"I heard that fellow Taoist master has a wonderful painting style?"

Although he was very polite, the [Han Lin] behind his back was shining brightly. Meng Zhuoyun was not a fool. He understood immediately. After adding a few oaths, Li Xijun apologized:

"Fellow Taoist has refined a lot of elixirs at my house. I'm sorry for this, brother Ming. These are cultivation qualifications and only make up for the elixirs that fellow Taoist has refined over the years."

He took off a storage bag from his waist and handed it over politely. Meng Zhuoyun suddenly changed his face, feeling ashamed and annoyed, but seeing the sincerity in Li Xijun's eyes, he knew that this man did not mean to humiliate him, so he silently took it and whispered road:

"Thank you."

After saying that, he drove away in the wind and disappeared into the horizon.

Li Xijun sighed and stepped into the hospital. There was still a mess inside. Li Ximing arranged his clothes, and Li Xijun laughed bitterly:

"You did good things, but you asked me to clean up the mess..."

Li Ximing said nothing. The painting in the courtyard was still hanging high. Although Li Ximing in the painting was smiling, he looked cold and heartless, with indifferent eyes, as if he was looking at something.

Li Ximing looked irritated, took it over with a wave of his hand, folded it up, put it in his arms, and waved his brother out.

Turning back to put away the paintings scattered all over the courtyard, Li Ximing suddenly lost interest, moved out of the alchemy furnace, and started refining the elixir again.

I originally planned to add an update, but the report I wrote was returned, so I have to write it again^sorry, and it may take two days to start adding updates.