Xuanjian Immortal Clan

"Fifth Grade Zifu Kung Fu, "Ming Hua Huang Yuan Jing"."

The weight of these words was so heavy that every sentence picked out of them was enough to make people jump. Li Xuanxuan's eyes widened when he heard this, and he asked in shock:

"Zi Fu Kung Fu!"

It's not that the Li family doesn't have Zifu Kung Fu. Even compared to other places in the country, Wangyue Lake can be said to be the place with the richest and most complete Kung Fu techniques due to the split of the Jiang family.

If you change it to the Yuan family's Mushroom Plains and Qingchi counties, not to mention the same technique to build the foundation, even the six wheels of fetal breath must be divided into six parts to save, and you will be stuck step by step, just like looking at the moon. Only when the lake loses its overlord can there be such a complete circulation of exercises. As for other places, it is even more strict.

But this is the Zifu Kung Fu, the same Zifu Kung Fu that can be practiced! It’s not a fragment, it’s not some lost ancient spirit.

Not to mention that the martial arts are strictly blocked in China, even overseas where chaos is indulged in, the Zifu Kung Fu is still a secret and is not taught. It is the best method that can truly realize the transformation of aristocratic families into immortal sects. After listening to these words, How could the three of them not be shocked?

The old man's beard was trembling. He only picked up a slip from the case and scattered it all over the wooden coffin. He copied the pen with his other hand and said hurriedly:

"Weier, come on...write it down first!"

His tone was urgent, as if he was afraid that he would run away, with a hint of coaxing the child. Li Zhouwei just took the wooden slip, picked up the pen, held his little hand, and muttered:

"It's a pity...this skill can only be practiced to the early stage of Zifu. What is it...the first magical power?"

"It's really Mingyang Zifu Kung Fu..."

Li Qinghong actually looked a little envious. Her own skills were only in the late stage of foundation building. No matter how talented she was, she didn't even have a chance to attack the Zi Mansion. She stared at the wooden slip and said softly:

"What a great opportunity..."

Li Xijun showed a surprised smile and suppressed the expression on his face for a long time. Many of the arrangements in his heart were originally disrupted, but he burst into laughter and asked:

"Is Xi Ming still in seclusion?! He is also a man of good luck! I thought too much about him before, but now I have bumped into him. He also has a path to follow."

"You should still remember him!"

Li Xuanxuan laughed, but his eyes never moved away from this precious child. He only felt that his actions and behavior were quite familiar. This familiarity quickly passed by and he could no longer recall it.

Not long after, Li Zhouwei had finished compiling the technique. After taking it, Li Xuanxuan read it from beginning to end, and slowly sat down to the side, smiling so much that the wrinkles on his face broke out.

He held the exercise and read it carefully, then patted his thigh:

"What a fifth-level skill! It's Jinyang Huangyuan! It's Huangyuan Pass!"

Li Xuanxuan took three shots in a row, with a look of admiration on his old face. Li Qinghong couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled softly. He pulled Li Xijun and whispered:

"I don't know how long it has been since the old man was so happy. I have never seen him like this since I became sensible."

The aunt and nephew looked at each other and smiled. Li Xuanxuan looked at it for a long time, and then he looked over as if waking up from a dream. He found that the elder and the younger were staring at him and laughing. He quickly calmed down and said seriously:

"Come and see everyone!"

Li Qinghong took over the technique and only briefly glanced at the previous parts. He focused on the chapter in the last part where the Immortal Foundation cultivated magical powers. It described nine methods and formulas for cultivating and catalyzing magical powers, and overcame various difficulties and obstacles one by one. , you can achieve magical powers.

She couldn't help but read the last descriptions of the magical powers and murmured:

"Fire burns in the heart, and Yangming appears both inside and outside, and the bright and brilliant magical powers are realized. The light shines for more than nine feet, the purple flames shine, the colorful clouds rise, and the golden armor and golden clothes come from all over the sky... The sun shines in the east, and the evil spirits burst out in the south. So I traveled to Taixu and forged golden lotus..."

The Li family once obtained a book called "The White-headed Knocking on the Pavilion Sutra", which was the most powerful exercise in the world. It was also at the Zifu level. Compared with the current "Minghua Huangyuan Jing", the "White-headed Knocking on the Pavilion Sutra" is very long. Short, let alone this description.

Li Xuanxuan looked at the yearning look on her face and said:

"How many people practice, how many people build the foundation, and how many people break through the Zi Mansion... How many people can create such a majestic person."

Li Qinghong smiled and didn't say much. He asked Li Zhouwei carefully to confirm that he had not obtained the Taiyin Breathing and Nourishing Wheel Sutra, and said softly:

"Perhaps the body of Ming Yang conflicts with Tai Yin... I have no choice but to practice cultivation. Zhou Wei is a sensible person. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to tell your father about this matter, for fear of hurting him in the end..."

When she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zhouwei's golden pupils, as if she was discerning his emotions. Li Zhouwei only nodded slightly, without any ups and downs of emotions, and said quietly:

"Weier understands."

He didn't say much, but he felt inexplicably convincing. Li Qinghong paused slightly, said "hmm", and said softly to the two people beside him:

"Send Zhou Wei down first, don't let Cheng Liao wait in a hurry."

The two nodded naturally. Li Xuanxuan just picked up the tea cup and took a sip. When he put down the cup, Li Qinghong was already standing in front of the hall again. He went back and forth like thunder and landed beside him. Then he said seriously:

"I came back this time not just for this matter."

She whispered:

"I passed by Qingsong Island and met with Xi Zhi. According to the news in Qingchi, Li Encheng of [Fu Chen Peak] is approaching his end of life. He is preparing to attack Zi Mansion and has come to my family for help..."

Li Xuanxuan was stunned for a moment and replied:

"This person... I'm afraid he doesn't have the Zifu Kung Fu, right?"

Li Qinghong nodded and said with some concern:

"There is no technique. It is only said that he borrowed similar techniques from the sect and made some medicine himself to save his life before he died."

Li Xuanxuan suddenly looked embarrassed and said helplessly:

"Speaking of it, my family wants him to do something, but it hasn't been done yet! But the person is about to die... all the effort was in vain..."

Li Qinghong nodded. She had obviously thought of this as well and only replied:

"More than that, Xi Zhi said that Li Encheng couldn't help with his own affairs... he was going back and forth like this."

She took out a jade book from her sleeve, which contained many names. She whispered:

"I want both precious medicine and spiritual water. I said that I will be rewarded after a breakthrough. But who doesn't know how many possibilities there are for a breakthrough if he never comes back..."

Li Xijun took the jade book and looked at it carefully. There were dozens of things like [Tiaoyuan Water] and [Changshan Spiritual Stone], all of which were of great value. In the end, it was marked with a small handwriting:

‘If we can find clues to [Tian Yi Chun Yuan], there will definitely be a heavy reward! ’

Li Xuanxuan looked at the jade book and sneered, saying:

"If my family had [Tian Yi Chunyuan], a high-quality spiritual water, would I still take it out and give it to him? That would be ridiculous!"

Li Xijun read it twice and said softly:

"My family really can't afford these things. What do aunt and brother mean?"

Li Qinghong said:

"Then Li Encheng's younger brother, Li Enxi, a dignified foundation-building monk, put down his body and begged in your brother's hall, bursting into tears, using the friendship between the Suiyuan Pill and the friendship between Wei and Li... There is something wrong with your brother. reject…"

"I see."

Li Xijun put away the jade book very naturally and said softly:

"I collected one or two of them, and replaced the rest with Qi-training spiritual objects of the same gender. I spent some spiritual objects on the left and right and sent them to Qingsong Island."

"We have built a new array at home, and we are indeed not well off. If you talk to Li Enxi carefully, he should be able to understand."

Li Qinghong nodded slightly and whispered:

"That's all it can do!"

Li Xuanxuan only felt pain in his flesh and reminded:

"Why do you keep giving him so much advantage in vain? Li Encheng has done nothing for my family..."

Li Xijun understood that he was distressed and said softly:

"Since Brother Zhi has agreed, he will naturally have his arrangements. We will do our best to support him."

Apart from anything else, Li Xuanxuan still trusted Li Xizhi and said immediately:

"It's true, then it's settled."

Li Qinghong nodded, recounted the news along the way, and said softly:

"There is no rush to come or go. Jun'er will arrange to collect spiritual objects first. I will wait for a few months before leaving."

Lijing Town.

Li Chengliao waited on the mountain for a long time and gradually became anxious. Then he saw Li Qinghong sending Li Zhouwei down and smiled:

"How long have you been carrying it with you, why are you so reluctant to part with your treasure?"

Li Chengliao smiled awkwardly, picked up Li Zhouwei and flew down in the wind, crossed the lake and entered the main hall. After a closer look, he was obviously the same as before, but he felt that there were some changes in him, so he only asked:

"Weier, how are you on the mountain?"

Li Zhouwei seemed to still be recalling the scene just now, and said softly:

"Back to father, there are many Du Ruo on the mountain."

Li Chengliao was stunned, and suddenly realized that this child was playing riddles with him, but there were not many simple people sitting in this central hall. He raised his eyebrows slightly and thought carefully.

He quickly pulled out an incident from his dusty memory. He was only twelve years old that year, and was sent to the mountain to survey for qualifications. His father Li Xi was not around, and he was accompanied by several younger siblings.

"Ancestral Hall...cushion...Ming Palace...Cheng..."

The fuzzy memory gradually became clearer, and Li Chengliao slowly remembered that his five senses had been sealed, and he knelt down somewhere. Finally, he was slowly pulled out and learned a spell.

His current knowledge is far from what it used to be, and he lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:

"But I took you to the ancestral hall?"

Li Zhouwei raised his eyebrows and met his eyes. His dark golden eyes moved and he said softly:

"Father has been there too?"

Li Chengliao nodded silently, a look of thought appeared in his eyes. His thoughts were so quick, and he whispered:

"Of course I've been there, I can't seal your eyes... No matter what, Wei'er must know."

Li Zhouwei was a little surprised, paused, and replied:

"Father asks too many questions."

Li Chengliao woke up from a dream and was speechless for a moment. He was stunned for several breaths before he picked him up with a big smile and said softly:

"But it's my fault. I lost my composure for a moment. My child is so divine, he won't let anyone down."

He sighed:

"It's just what's best for the family..."

Li Zhouwei stared at his expression, as if he was observing his expression. His dark golden eyes inadvertently showed a wildness like a tiger and a leopard when he looked at him wantonly. He only listened to these words in his heart and thought silently:

'It's just what's best for the family...'

He smiled brightly, pulled Li Chengliao into the hall, grabbed the halberd on the side, and said with a smile:

"My halberd technique has improved again, let me show it to my father!"

…

Dongshanyue.

The rain was dripping. Yuan Fuyao patrolled the town for a week and soon returned to his cave. Two servants came up to him and asked for news.

Yuan Fuyao waved his hand and replied:

"The climate in North Vietnam seems to be gradually returning to normal. I don't know how far the fight between the two sects has reached."

He sat at the stone table and couldn't help but ask:

"How's it going with the second elder at home?"

The struggle in the Yuan family ended slowly like this climate. Yuan Fuyao had spies in his home, so he knew nothing about it. His uncle Yuan Huyuan no longer dared to go back home. There was no news about his father. Now he has It was the second elder Yuan Hu who controlled the situation alone.

Yuan Fuyao had actually expected that the Chi family was the backer behind the second elder. How could he still be defeated? From beginning to end, it was a meaningless battle between trapped beasts, a waste of one's own strength.

Now that the dust has settled, the second elder Yuan Hudu originally had a good relationship with Yuan Fuyao, but he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed:

"Okay, why have you settled on the Li family? I used to have some kinship with Yuan Hudu, and he took care of me a lot, but now I have become Yuan Hudu's enemy... The world is so big, but we can only be trapped in this town. land!"

He was lamenting in the courtyard, but he never thought that the two attendants below came up happily and shouted:

"Sir! There's a letter from home!"

Yuan Fuyao quickly took it and read it carefully from beginning to end. His hands trembled when he saw it. He felt that the handwriting was very sharp. When he looked at the signature carefully, he saw that it was really Yuan Hudu!

Yuan Hudu was very polite to him, analyzed everything for a while, explained everything to him frankly and clearly, and wrote:

"Now that I have taken care of the family, I pretended to gain the trust of the Chi family and asked Hu Yuan to search for the traces of the peak master. This was after careful discussion with your father. I have made an engagement for you to be Miss Song's wife, and I hope to return home quickly."

"Your father has promised you a long time ago that he has to let you go. The betrothal gift is expensive and the Li family must ask for it. If you have already obtained it or have clues, don't make it public. Find an excuse to escape from Wangyue Lake and come back quickly. As long as you If you can come back safely, I will personally come to ask for it for you...I am afraid that you will fall into the hands of others and become an adult, and you will never have a chance again."

Yuan Hudu explained it clearly to him carefully, and even made it clear which faction of the Immortal Sect each elder represented behind him, and reminded him:

"The Li family is already on the side of the Ning family. The Ning family has been in southern Xinjiang for many years, and the Chi family has long been dissatisfied... Your father's only heir is you! Don't want to be buried with him!"

Yuan Fuyao was sweating profusely after seeing this, and felt a sudden realization, and thought to himself:

"Is that true?! It turns out that father had already discussed this! It turns out that the elders were all pretending."

He thought about it again and again, and after thinking for a while, he felt that Yuan Huyuan's expression that day was not deceptive. He was tangled in his heart, not knowing what to do, but he saw the Yuan family attendant beside him saying:

"Young Master... the person who sent the message said... I will be waiting for you in the south at midnight... This is..."

Yuan Fuyao was immediately horrified and cursed:

"Why are you telling me now?"

Looking at the moonlight in the sky, his heart suddenly became chaotic. He was not a decisive person to begin with. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to run out, but also wanted to wait and think again, so he just stamped his feet and said:

"What should I do?"

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