Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Several people came out of the secret room. Li Xuanfeng, wearing black gold armor, walked in front. He sat down at the top first, and the others stood on both sides. He sat up straight and asked:

"Have you ever gained enlightenment?"

Several people nodded, and there was a wave just now, and they all had insights emerging from the talisman. The color of the talisman in the sea of ​​​​qi became brighter, and several mantras appeared in their minds. Everyone could sense through the talisman. Go to the Immortal Mirror in Taixu and recite the mantra silently to get the feeling.

When Li Xuanfeng saw everyone nodding, he paused lightly and said in a deep voice:

"It's a good thing. Xi Zhi should have some resonance in the sect."

Everyone nodded next, but the mourning period had not passed yet, so everyone was not in high spirits and did not show much joy. Li Xuanfeng paused for a moment and said softly:

"Although Yu Muxian is dead now, please don't act rashly on the lake for the time being. When I return to southern Xinjiang, I will understand the compromise of interests within the clan through the Ning family's writings, and then I will reply to a letter before doing this."

Li Qinghong nodded and replied:

"I'm waiting for news in the clan, but... there was a man in the Yu family who was good at swordsmanship, and he was called Yu Mujian."

When she talked about this, only a few people in the hall were impressed. Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly, and Li Qinghong turned to explain to a few juniors:

"When the Yu family was at its peak, several brothers each had their own abilities. Yu Muxian was talented and intelligent, Yu Mugao was ruthless in his methods, and there was also a man named Yu Mujian who was defeated by his eldest father. He devoted himself to seeking the way north and has been missing ever since. .”

"If this person is still alive, he may have broken through the foundation. There are still a few things to be careful about."

As soon as he said this, Li Xiyao, who had been running the family at the foot of the mountain, understood and replied:

"In the past few years, Father Zhong, Father Ji and others have been running the house successively, and they all have their own factions to respond, causing the Yu family to be scattered. I'm going to check if there is any correspondence or where they have gone."

Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly, feeling that these people were all capable, so he waved his hand to let people go, leaving Li Qinghong behind.

he asked:

"I heard...the Fei family has not been very close to my family in recent years, or is it because Fei Qingyi is practicing at Yuanwu Peak?"

Li Qinghong nodded, gave an overview of the situation, and said softly:

"That's right... The Fei family hasn't written to my family for many years. The kindness we had back then was forgotten a long time ago."

Back then, the young master of the Fei family, Fei Yihe, went to southern Xinjiang with him. Li Xuanfeng still had the letter Fei Yihe asked him to take home. After hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:

"I'm going to Fei's house."

Li Qinghong was a little worried and said quickly:

"I...will go too."

Li Xuanfeng did not stop them, and the two of them flew up on the wind, flying out of the large formation on the mountain, heading north, and happened to fly over a continent full of ruins and formations.

"The Zhoufang City in Huzhong back then."

Li Xuanfeng took a brief look. This market has been visited countless times by casual cultivators. The Forbidden Formation is still functioning from time to time. He said:

"I estimate that in about ten years, with a few foundation builders and an array master, we should be able to wipe out the remaining arrays in the lake, and we can take them to stay. The continent in the lake is rich and can support us. Monk."

Li Qinghong nodded, he had already made this idea, and they flew over together. The north bank of Wangyue Lake was higher, with spiritual veins gathered, and the mountains and rivers were gorgeous. Cliffs, stone walls, and snow peaks appeared in front of him. Li Xuanfeng took a look at it, and walked towards Han with him. The cloud peaks fall.

A middle-aged monk in white clothes came straight up to meet him. He was wearing a cold air. He raised his eyebrows and felt his heart beating secretly.

The woman in front of her eyes is stepping on thunder and lightning. She is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. She has willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. She looks about twenty-eight or nine, and she looks familiar.

Looking at the woman, she no longer looked ordinary. The other person was wearing black gold armor. One look at it made one's eyes sore, her face was like a knife, and she made a judgment in her heart:

"He is a descendant of the Immortal Sect."

For a moment, he bent down to the bottom, bowed his head respectfully and said:

"This is the Hanyun Fei family, I don't know the two seniors."

Li Xuanfeng didn't say anything, but Li Qinghong was polite and said warmly:

"Qingdu Li Qinghong."

As soon as these words came out, the man in front of him felt as if he was struck by lightning. His face turned pale and his lips trembled slightly. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer. He hesitated for a breath and said in a low voice:

"It turns out...it turns out to be a noble...I, Fei Tongcai, have met two seniors."

Only then did Fei Tongcai understand why she felt familiar. Li Qinghong had been staying at Fei's house for three years, and she had met Fei Tongxiao and others a few times. She took a deep breath, lowered her head and said:

"I don't know, you two..."

Li Xuanfeng finally spoke and whispered:

"The two families are old friends. Now that I'm visiting, I can't even enter Hanyun Peak."

Fei Tongcai was sweating profusely and didn't know what to say. He could only bow slightly and replied:

"Young people speak softly...you have to ask the head of the family to come and greet you in person."

He hurriedly retreated, and Li Qinghong on the side replied in a low voice:

"The Fei family was ordered not to practice the 'Jian Dao Jin'. The centuries-old system of exercises was completely invalidated, and everything had to be started from scratch. In the past few decades, not even a single foundation has been completed."

Li Xuanfeng stood with his hands behind his back and replied:

"The world seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, and the Fei family's choice is not a mistake. It's just that every time I think of Father Zhong leaving the entire Fei family behind with his sword, but getting such a reward, I always feel a little uncomfortable."

Li Qinghong was about to speak, but his expression changed slightly. He saw a bright light rising from the Hanyun Peak below. The [Clouds Gathering to the South] formation that the Fei family had relied on for many years suddenly rose up, blooming with white colors, and the entire building was illuminated. Immortal peaks shrouded it.

Li Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows, and saw a person flying from a distance. He looked 70% similar to Fei Yihe. He had a suave appearance, but now his face was ugly. He came over in the wind and whispered:

"Fei Tongyu, the head of the Fei family, has met two seniors."

The Fei family launched a large formation, almost putting their distrust on the table, and Li Tongya saved the lives of his family. This move can be said to be extremely offensive, but the head of the family, Fei Tongyu, came to greet him in person, risking his own life and showing up. The contradictory behavior made Li Qinghong shake his head secretly:

"Brother once said that this person is a stoat busy spending the winter. He looks exactly the same. Just take precautions... Even if you offend him, you can't offend him cleanly. He has the temperament of a wallflower..."

Li Xuanfeng looked at him carefully, with a somewhat unclear smile on his face, and said in a deep voice:

"You are Fei Tongyu! Okay!"

He took out a letter from his arms and said with an indifferent expression:

"Your father asked me to bring this to you! Take care of yourself from now on!"

He threw the letter and a storage bag with a bang into Fei Tongyu's arms, turned around and drove away. Li Qinghong naturally cooperated and stepped forward, saying eagerly:

"How could fellow Taoist do this! It's too rude!"

Fei Tongyu heard the news about his father for the first time in decades. He was hit so hard that he felt dizzy. He was also looked down upon by Li Xuanfeng's pupil skills. He was already in a state of chaos. He was in disarray from top to bottom. He only said:

"Me!...This! Harmful!"

Li Xuanfeng smashed away the other party's offense. Li Qinghong blushed and said softly:

"Fellow Taoist! This is not a fun thing to do!"

As if in a dream, Fei Tongyu paused in the air, looking a little dull, tightly holding the letter written by his father in his hand, with tears in his eyes, and said in a pleading tone:

"I'm just afraid... that's all... I'd like to ask fellow Taoist to sit on the peak."

Li Qinghong knew that Li Xuanfeng had not gone far, so she nodded slightly and rode the wind down with him. Fei Tongyu hurriedly wanted to lead her into the cave, but Li Qinghong did not intend to stay longer and only said:

"You and I can just walk on this peak."

Li Qinghong is now a senior cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. Fei Tongyu didn't dare to say anything. He bent down and led the way. Then he landed on a peak covered with white snow. When he raised his eyes, he saw a sealed hall. Looks weird.

Li Qinghong also stayed in the Fei family for a few years and knew the Fei family's habits. They always open the courtyard to admire the moon and snow. Glancing at it with some confusion, Fei Tongyu quickly explained:

"That's where my brother lived during his lifetime. He never admired the moon, and even specially sealed the top of the hall."

"In life?"

Li Qinghong looked shocked and asked:

"What's the situation now? Where is your brother Fei Tongxiao!"

Fei Tongyu bowed his head, his face flushed, showing a very low posture, and replied:

"He failed to break through the foundation building and has turned into cold wind and snow and disappeared."

"Fei Tongxiao is dead?"

Li Qinghong paused seriously. He never thought that this man would actually have the heart to attack the foundation. An old friend left like this, and he was speechless for a moment.

Fei Tongyu cried and said:

"What happened a few years ago..."

Li Qinghong was silent, and the two of them walked in front of Fei Wangbai's tomb. The tombstone was covered with purple moss and looked particularly lonely in the snow.

After all, after performing the master-disciple ceremony, Li Qinghong paid his respects for a while, and then the two of them slowly walked up the cold mountain covered with pine and snow. After climbing over the mountain, they saw the familiar attic at a glance.

Back then, she practiced shooting in that building, and Fei Tongxiao came to look for her every day, always climbing up the mountainside. Now, decades later, this small attic is still there.

Fei Tongyu took her in. The two pots of wintersweet in front of the door were well maintained and covered with white frost. The door panels were painted clean with white paint. The stone steps were polished smooth and shiny, but no one had stepped on them for some time. , covered with thick frost.

The two sat down in front of the stone table in the courtyard. Fei Tongyu began to cry as he sat, showing the decadence of a middle-aged man who had been tortured by time, and whispered:

"My younger brother... passed away three years ago and left me a letter, asking me to hand it over to you. I was told by Qing Yi that I never dared to send anyone there."

He took out a small letter from his storage bag, which was no more than the size of a palm. Li Qinghong's almond-shaped eyes were slightly drooped, and a few lines of words were simply written on it:

"Senior sister, Tong Xiao is dull and incapable of success. He was reckless and disruptive when he was young. Fortunately, he did not miss the path of senior sister."

"But senior sister, for forty-eight years in the cold mountains, pines and snow, my heart is as stubborn as a green mountain and has never wavered."

Fei Tongxiao once practiced under Fei Wangbai's disciples with him, but everyone understood that it was just a transaction between two families. Fei Wangbai never taught anything real and never mentioned it again after leaving.

Senior sister, I haven't heard this sentence for decades.

This handwriting was a simple ink color. Li Qinghong looked at it carefully, turned his head and whispered:

"Does your brother have any heirs?"

Fei Tongyu replied:

"He never took a wife, nor did he take any concubines."

Li Qinghong put it away, turned his head, exposing his snow-white neck, and replied in a dry voice:

"Why is this necessary..."

Fei Tongyu closed her eyes and shed tears. She held her father's letter tightly in her hand, but never dared to open it. She just lowered her head and stared at the cracks in the floor. The two of them fell silent, each with their own thoughts.

After a long time, Li Qinghong raised his head as if he had woken up and said softly:

"noble…"

The words "be self-sufficient" lingered in his throat for a while. Li Qinghong didn't say it out, so he said goodbye. He gently raised his delicate hand, picked a plum blossom from the wintersweet in the pottery pot at the door, and drove away with the thunder light.

Fei Tongyu knelt on the spot, opening the letter bit by bit, looking at the familiar fonts on the letter, and let out a low cry.

…

Li Qinghong rode the wind out, and Li Xuanfeng was standing by the lake, looking blankly at the scenery in the middle of the lake. Seeing Li Qinghong falling down, he murmured:

"What do you think of Father Zhong, who has black hair and white clothes, coming here with a sword?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Qinghong. Seeing that her expression seemed a little depressed, he asked:

"how?"

"nothing."

Li Qinghong shook his head and replied:

"An old friend... failed to break through and died."

Li Xuanfeng rode the wind back south with her, paused, and said:

"Don't think too much... I will see a lot of these things if I live a long life."

Li Qinghong nodded silently, and the two landed on the peak together. Li Xuanfeng said:

"I'm going to find a few more. You can go and practice on your own."

Li Qinghong had already lost his mood. He nodded in agreement and returned to the peak with all his strength. He saw heavy rain falling again, with drops of rain falling all over the mountain.

She had only walked a few steps, and Li Xijun was waiting for her at the top of the mountain. When he saw his aunt coming down, he took a step forward and whispered:

"Most of the things at home have been arranged, and Li Wushao's spirit has been taken out again and handed over to Yuexiang. Yuexiang and his aunt have to take a closer look at the things at home in the past few years."

As soon as Li Qinghong heard this, he immediately understood. As expected, Li Xijun said:

"My nephew will be practicing in seclusion right now, preparing to break through and build the foundation."

Li Qinghong asked:

"Have you prepared any elixir?"

Li Xijun smiled slightly, took out a white jade bottle from his arms, and replied:

"Sui Yuan Dan, the one that Brother Ming had at that time was left to me."

Li Qinghong breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"He still has some conscience!"

Li Xijun laughed and seemed to be in a good mood. He hesitated for a few breaths and said softly:

"If...I can't succeed...please ask the elders to be more forgiving to Xi Ming...Cheng Liao in the family is smart and capable...As for Chenghuai...although his talent is not as good as his father's, he is still pretty good, so we should treat him well..."

He repeated a lot of words. After Li Qinghong listened carefully, he said:

"Go, go, say all these unlucky things!"

Li Xijun smiled, put his hands together, and bowed deeply. Li Qinghong looked at the rain clouds in the sky, counted with his fingers, and thought to himself:

"I don't know when the rain will stop, or whether this year's winter will be delayed..."

She spoke:

"After all, you are breaking through the foundation building, so it is better to go to Yuting Mountain. There are pines and snow there, and the imagery is very consistent."

Li Xijun must have thought about this when he broke through the foundation building. He frowned and said:

"But that area of ​​inspiration is not strong enough..."

"Come."

Li Qinghong patted the storage bag, and a cyan jade bottle flew out from it, and said softly:

"This is the foundation-building spiritual object [Yuwa Spiritual Liquid]. It was brought back by our ancestors. I learned a technique in the East China Sea that can atomize this spiritual object and use it to increase my spiritual energy for several years, which will give you a breakthrough. "

Li Xijun couldn't tell that this book was reserved for Li Ximing, but he could understand the priorities and didn't talk back. He responded respectfully:

"Then I'll trouble my aunt!"