Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The towns of the Li family held a funeral in white clothes and hemp. Li Xiya followed his will and it was not a big funeral. However, Li Jiman, the king of Shanyue, hurried back and cried very sadly.

Regardless of whether the sadness was real or not, at least it made sense. Li Xi'an helped him up. This man had already reached the sixth level of qi cultivation, which showed that he had been practicing diligently over the years.

It’s just that for today’s Li family, Qi training monks are no longer a key combat force. They are just helping with work in the middle level. There are a lot of monks competing for each position in several spiritual mountains. In the past two years, the Qi training monks in the Yuting Guards have It even reached double digits, and his sixth level of cultivation was nothing.

Li Xijun stayed in the mountains for two months, when he saw a bright golden crow in the sky, a cloudless sky. He raised his arm, brushed his sleeves, and dusted away some smoke.

'The water on the lake is thousands of miles away...where does the sand and smoke come from...'

He paused, with a look of surprise on his face, and sighed in his heart:

"Brother Ming is done!"

Li Xijun hurriedly went down, and he saw bright golden light in the cave, rustling wind, a man in a robe standing on the armrest, with a young face, golden light and golden fire repeatedly shuttled around him, stepping on the fire, and said with a smile:

"I have built the Taoist foundation and started practicing at the age of six. It has been twenty-seven years now and I have achieved the 'Huangyuan Pass'."

Li Ximing broke through the foundation building more than half a month ago, spent some time to stabilize his cultivation, and then broke out. Li Xijun in front of him calculated the time for a while and said in surprise:

"It's only been... about three years. How difficult is it, but it comes naturally? How come it's so fast!"

Li Ximing paused and thought:

"It was the most difficult at first. It was very difficult for me to gather it together. Although there is great hope to complete it, it will still take five years."

"But just a few months ago, I suddenly had many visions of golden light. The Immortal Foundation in my body spontaneously condensed dozens of times faster than my hard work. It condensed out very quickly... I don't know what it was."

Li Xijun listened to the golden light and suddenly remembered the [Seeing Yang Ring]. Thoughtfully, Li Ximing introduced it proudly:

"This Immortal Foundation is called 'Huangyuan Pass'. It seizes the light of the sky, captures the flames, steps on light and dust, drives away evil spirits and eliminates disasters, brings forth all things, and controls ten at night...ahem."

He was so proud that he spilled the beans, and then he explained seriously:

"There are two great wonders. One is that it can [capture the light of the sky] and use the light of the sky to cast spells, which can defeat most magic lights."

He pinched his fingers, and the magic light in his hand turned golden and bright, as if he had practiced some special magic. It was dazzling and dazzling. Li Xijun practiced the pupil technique, and did not avoid it. He looked straight at it and nodded. Li Ximing said:

"Second, it is called [Minghuang Yang Pass], which can summon a Minghuang Pass to suppress the enemy. As the cultivation level becomes higher and higher, this pass will become longer and higher..."

He smiled and continued:

"As for the art of controlling fire, intertwining yin and yang, and stepping on light and dust, they are all trivial and not worth mentioning!"

"Golden Palace Huangyuan Jue" is, after all, a fourth-grade skill. The Immortal Foundation it has cultivated is very powerful and has been greatly improved in all aspects. Although there is no exclusive secret book for practicing it, it is still better than the third-grade skill.

He was so proud that he didn't even notice the white gauze on the mountain for a while. It wasn't until he saw the sad look on Li Xijun's face that he realized his color changed.

"this…"

He was stunned, and Li Xijun in front of him sighed:

"Please also express my condolences, seventh brother."

Li Ximing shook his sleeves and suddenly realized:

"oh!"

Li Ximing's voice choked up in an instant, and the joy in his heart disappeared. He stood stunned in the air for a few seconds and replied:

"When did it happen? Is my father buried?"

He asked a few words in a daze and began to cry. As Li Xijun fell in the air and fell into the mountain, Li Ximing said:

"Eighth brother... I just want to let it go and wait for Zhuji to see him again."

Since the Xiao family came back and had a big quarrel, Li Ximing has never seen his father again. Li Yuanping is full of disappointment and refuses to take the initiative to see him. Li Ximing is so afraid that he puts off facing his father's face day by day. I never thought that after many years of delay, I could not see my father even after he died.

Now walking in the cemetery, looking at the gray stone tablets, Li Ximing's face was filled with tears, he was shaking from head to toe, and he was sweating coldly, and he couldn't stop it for a moment.

Walking to Li Yuanping's monument, the inscription was brand new and some of his life's achievements were engraved on it. Li Ximing knelt down softly. Li Xijun silently stepped away, wanting to leave him some time. Unexpectedly, Li Ximing groaned:

"...don't go..."

He had no choice but to stand silently. Li Ximing in front of him seemed more confused and frightened than sad. He collapsed in front of the monument and knelt for a long time. It was not until the bright moon rose and rustling raindrops fell from the sky that he felt horrified.

Li Ximing jumped up in a hurry, looked around, flew up on the wind as if running away, stumbled back into the cave, tripped over the threshold twice in a row, and fell down in front of the stone table.

There was a stack of small letters on the table, which were placed outside the secret room by others during his retreat. He drowsily picked up one of them:

"When will Ximing leave seclusion? There are thirteen kinds of elixirs at home, and the quantity needs to be arranged. If you have time, please come and see me."

The handwriting was heavy and looked thoughtful, and it was signed by his father, Li Yuanping. About half a year ago, he took out another one and wrote:

"If Ximing comes out of seclusion, please come see me."

This one was more recent, only about three months old. Li Ximing read it one by one. There were fifteen letters in total, each one more concise and more urgent than the last.

The last letter was half a month ago. Li Yuanping finally stopped calling him Li Ximing. His father's handwriting was no longer regular and crooked. What he wrote was:

"My son, come quickly."

Li Ximing's heart was full of confusion and daze before, and there was not much grief. It was only now that an overwhelming sting filled his heart. He threw away the letter as fast as lightning, gasped twice, and said:

"Dad...Dad...I was wrong...Dad..."

There was thunder in his mind, and everything in front of him was spinning rapidly, causing his whole mind to be extremely painful. Li Ximing's fingers and toes were trembling with fear, and the world was silent.

"thump."

Li Ximing slowly regained consciousness and found himself lying on the table. He stretched out his hands, took all the letters into his arms, and threw them away. The letters were scattered all over the ground, and the last one was still hanging on his sleeve, with four small words. He couldn't bear to look at it.

Li Ximing was only confused for a moment, and his foundation-building cultivation quickly made him wake up. His face was pale and he stood there sluggishly.

He has never dared to see his father, only waiting for his father to call him back.

However, Li Yuanping was stubborn and endured until the end. As a result, in the afterglow of his father's life, from excuse orders to tactful invitations, from requests to the last breath of mourning, Li Ximing never heard a word.

Li Ximing's mind was like a ball of mush. To this day, he finally realized that those things he did not dare to face would never have the chance to face him again in the rest of his life.