Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Yuexiang didn't feel happy after hearing her brother's words. She had more things to think about, so she only said softly:

"I don't have any grievances. I'm just afraid that if I offend you too much, I'll cause trouble."

Li Xijun shook his head slightly and replied:

"There is nothing that can't be offended. Everyone is just looking for profit. The Yuan family has lost their morality again."

Li Yuexiang nodded, while Li Xijun unfolded the small letter in his hand and read it again, and said softly:

"You go down and prepare. Brother Zhi will be back soon and will take you to Qingsong Island... There are still some people left in his cave. It will be quite beneficial to practice there."

Only then did Li Yuexiang show a hint of joy and nodded lightly. Li Xijun did not want to say more and asked the two to retreat. After hearing the report of the people below, he smiled, walked out of the hall, and quickly arrived at Dan along the corridor. Pavilion.

Li Ximing was wearing an alchemist's Taoist robe and was sitting in the hall. His clothes were dry and slightly white. He had just broken through the middle stage of foundation building, and it was the time when the spring breeze was triumphant.

Li Xijun didn't know that he looked calm and composed on the surface, but he was already happy in his heart, so he accompanied him to make trouble, walked up quickly, and said in surprise:

"Brother Ming, are you so fast? Is it going smoothly?"

Li Ximing nodded happily, only tightened his cuffs, and replied:

"After all, after taking the elixir, it was easy to break through. I also nursed back to health for a while and stabilized my cultivation before I came out."

He was so excited that after saying this, he was about to explain it carefully when he suddenly looked up and down and said with surprise and joy:

"You have established a foundation!"

Li Xijun showed a smile and nodded slightly. Li Ximing quickly stood up from the ground, pressed his shoulders and said with a smile:

"What a burst of Songxue magic power!"

Li Xijun nodded gently and waited for him to calm down before saying:

"I have something to tell you."

When Li Ximing heard what Li Xuanfeng said, he frowned, shook his head silently, and said doubtfully:

"But I don't know. I have been practicing Mingyang all the way and have surpassed the direct descendants of the Immortal Sect. How can I not be suitable... I am afraid that my ancestor has a high standard in southern Xinjiang..."

He suddenly clenched his fists and said after realizing:

"If we go by what our ancestor said, if I had followed the family's arrangements back then, I'm afraid my cultivation wouldn't have been much slower..."

As he was minding his own business, Li Xijun noticed from the corner of his eye that there was a pot of orchid placed on the table. It had been in seclusion for several years, but it was still growing vigorously. It seemed that it was taken care of by someone specially.

His eyes flashed, and he quickly turned his head to look at the alchemy furnace on the other side. The flames inside flickered, and there was a heavy wind and rain in the sky and earth. Li Ximing didn't know why Li Xijun changed his color, and was a little confused.

Li Xijun paused and suddenly asked:

"Brother Ming has been fond of orchids in recent years?"

Li Ximing was slightly embarrassed and said hurriedly:

"It's just for support, it has nothing to do with Zhuo Yun!"

As soon as he said these words, he realized that the words were a little rushed, but he saw Li Xijun suddenly frowned, looked at the wind and rain outside the hall, and whispered:

"It's a vision of heaven and earth!"

Li Ximing was still organizing his words, but was blocked by his words. Li Xijun disappeared in an instant. Li Ximing drove the golden light out, stood side by side with him on Qingdu, and saw the golden light in the distance in the south.

Their immortal foundations fluctuated slowly, and they vaguely saw colorful lights rising from the distance. Li Ximing said with envy:

"I'm afraid someone has broken through the Zi Mansion!"

The illusion quickly dyed, turning into clouds in the form of various beasts and birds on the horizon, lifelike. In the middle of the sea of ​​clouds was a precious elephant condensed with white clouds. It made a long cry, and golden light emerged.

This golden light flew in like a wave, and all the grass and trees in the mountain swayed gently. The fallen leaves fell like rain, spreading golden color all over the mountain. Li Xijun slowly closed his eyes, carefully experiencing the rising inspiration in the heaven and earth.

Li Ximing also paused for a moment to react. The two brothers closed their eyes and took in the experience. After about a cup of tea, they looked at each other and Li Ximing sighed:

"[Xuanping Middle Atmosphere]...has completely dispersed!"

"It's rare to be able to last this long."

Li Xijun looked carefully at the direction where the clouds were gathering, guessed it was Heng Zhudao, and whispered:

"Heng Zhudao has another Zifu!"

The two brothers fell back to the mountain at the same time. Li Ximing said:

"I clearly remember that Heng Zhudao and Xiu Yue have always had a good relationship, but this breakthrough is said to be controllable. The vision of heaven and earth is announced to all directions. This is the last breath that overwhelms the wisdom of heaven and earth."

Although the Li family has gradually gained some knowledge now, they have almost no means to detect the [Xuanping Middle Atmosphere] and [Water Drops and Thunder Ascension], which are related to the spiritual atmosphere of the Zifu world. At the moment, they can only watch helplessly, not knowing. Know what the inspiration in heaven and earth has become.

"After all, we don't have the relevant spells. If we hadn't known that there would be changes and paid attention to experience them carefully, I might not have been able to detect even this subtle change..."

Li Xijun sighed, and Li Ximing asked:

"Why don't you ask Auntie to come back and use the thunder method? It seems that we can find out some information."

"I don't think it's easy."

Li Xijun and Li Qinghong discussed it carefully. It seemed that they could only get a glimpse of [Water Falling and Thunder Raising] because it was related to the thunder method. Now I'm afraid it would be difficult, so they only said softly:

"Just write a letter and ask Brother Zhi."

…

When Chen Mufeng returned from the hall and returned to the mansion, he never thought that his wife, Mrs. Li, was sitting in the courtyard, with two old people sitting above her.

One person is wearing a brown robe, and the cuffs of his broken arms are slightly dazzling in the air. His beard and hair are dry, and his eye sockets are sunken, showing the air of a dying man.

The other person has a much more steady aura, carrying a long sword behind him, wearing a light gray robe, with a slightly curved waist, leaning on a wooden chair.

Chen Mufeng was very familiar with these two faces. When Mr. Chen handed him over to Chen Donghe, he sat respectfully beside the two old men's cases. Chen Mufeng quickly bowed down and said respectfully:

"Mu Feng has met the master and elders."

Li Qiuyang's old face looked gloomy. This old man from a farmer's family was already one of the oldest people in the clan, but his expression remained the same as before.

He led the horse for Li Xiangping, held the sword for Li Tongya, and witnessed the ups and downs of these hundred years. Even though Chen Mufeng was much higher than him, he was not at all impatient and just bowed his head and remained silent.

Chen Donghe looked at the man in front of him, but also said nothing. The two old men sat quietly, with a solemn atmosphere that made Mrs. Li beside them stop talking.

He was beating a drum in his heart when he saw his elder Chen Donghe wave his hand and said softly:

"It's a good thing. Chen Yang's talent has caught Qing Du's eyes, but he wants to congratulate you and your wife."

As soon as these words came out, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Mufeng cupped his hands and smiled:

"Thank you two elders for your support!"

Li Qiuyang nodded slowly, put away the wooden stick in his hand, an empty sleeve floated silently in the air, his expression was serious, and he whispered:

"Feng'er! Bring this boy up and have a look."

Chen Mufeng hurriedly called for someone, and the Li Qiuyang in front of him was not only his mentor, but also his father-in-law. It was a pity that his daughter died young and he married Mrs. Li now.

Chen Donghe waited silently without speaking. When Chen Yang quietly walked up from the front of the hall, he looked carefully and frowned.

Li Qiuyang looked like his eyes were dimmed from old age. He stared at them for a long time with squinted eyes, thinking to himself:

"He looks a bit ferocious and treacherous, but when he thinks about it, these eyes are a bit like Chen Erniu back then... He has twelve thoughts hidden in his belly."

The eyes are gray-black, the eyebrows are longer than those of the Chen family, and the features are extremely familiar. Li Qiuyang has been dealing with this kind of people for almost a hundred years, and he is the main lineage of the Li family.

"This child is quite interesting. He has inherited all the cunning and intelligence of the Li family and the Chen family. No wonder Xijun asked me to take a closer look... He is indeed extraordinary!"

He paused and then said:

"Qingdu means to let this child practice with Donghe."

These words immediately shocked the couple. The couple looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.

They had thought this for a long time. Chen Yang was the most talented child in the family and should have been handed over to Chen Donghe for careful instruction.

It's just that the Chen family has always been clean and never does anything that can easily arouse suspicion. Chen Donghe has never returned to the Chen family, nor is he nostalgic for his old relationship. This thought can only be hidden in his heart for a long time.

After all, Chen Donghe was in the late stage of Qi training, and his position in the family was one of the best. Hearing that he had learned the swordsmanship of his master, Chen Mufeng was overjoyed, and was about to pull the child to thank him, but Chen Donghe said:

"You and your wife, don't be too happy because I suppressed you."

The scene suddenly became cold. Chen Yang moved his eyes slightly, raised his chin, frowned slightly, and felt a dull pain on his forehead again.

But his small expression made the two old men above him pause for a moment, and a thought quickly flashed through Chen Donghe's mind:

"Have pride."

Chen Donghe pretended to be an old man and whispered to Mrs. Li beside him:

"But I think this kid has evil intentions. My master has made repeated suggestions, but I have rejected them all."

As soon as she said this, Mrs. Li already understood, took a step forward, took the child's hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Xuan Jingling swears...swear in front of these two adults..."

The mother and son struggled for a while, Chen Yang's face was as calm as water, and he let his mother tell him what to say. Li Qiuyang knocked on the cigarette rod, and Chen Donghe silently watched the child's performance, stepped down from the steps, took his hand and came out. to the main hall.

He walked all the way to the river, pulled Chen Yang to sit down, and started talking from Li Jing, where Chen Erniu fled, to the current situation, and said softly:

"My Chen family has survived because of the kindness of the ancestors of the Li family, and has been entrusted with important responsibilities from generation to generation. This is what it is today. Cooperation will benefit both sides, but fighting will cause the pain of kinship. You must have a clean mind,"

Chen Yang's expression seemed to soften, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice:

"Yang'er understands that the master's family is very kind and powerful."

When these words fell into Chen Donghe’s ears, he only thought:

'Old Ancestor, Yang'er understands that there are many main lineage foundations, and they are even related to the Immortal Sect and Zi Mansion, so he will not do anything stupid. ’

Chen Donghe sighed, pulled him up, and said in a deep voice:

"Outside this hall is Wangyue Lake. Our Chen family relies on the kindness of our master. If you do anything disrespectful to our master in the future, the sun will shine brightly and I will destroy you both physically and mentally."

Chen Yang glanced at him blankly, looking at the slowly darkening night, and had to repeat his words.

Chen Donghe's mood was waning, he waved his hands gently and said in a low voice:

"Go back!"

The young man turned back every step of the way and couldn't help but look at the man whom the entire Chen family admired and relied on. He stepped out and quickly disappeared.

Chen Donghe sat alone by the lake for a while. When he saw Li Qiuyang coming back from the mountain, the wind he was riding was weak and swaying in the air. Chen Donghe quickly caught him and landed on the shore together. Li Qiuyang stroked his beard and lowered his head. Voice:

"Thank you Dong He."

Not many people in the Li family can call Chen Donghe this way. Chen Donghe nodded silently and Li Qiuyang said softly:

"My broken body was burned by fire. Every day when there was wind and rain, I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak. It felt like my body was shattered into pieces. My power was all gone. To this day, even riding the wind is a problem."

Li Qiuyang had been avoiding seeing people for a long time. Chen Donghe came to his door many times but could not see him. Finally, he met him once. Thinking that the wind and rain had gone bad in the past few years, Li Qiuyang must have been uncomfortable, so he had to say angrily:

"Damn that Xu family thief!"

“Winter River doesn’t have to be like this.”

Li Qiuyang whispered:

"When you and I are as old as you, there is no such thing as abhorrent. He was so talented and did not commit any outrageous things, but he was killed by me. He should be punished by me."

There was such deep tolerance on his face that Chen Donghe could only remain silent. Li Qiuyang looked at him deeply, and the old man said:

"Jing Tian has passed away, and your seven souls have gone to five. There is still a sparkle in your eyes. The younger generation can't see it, but you, Chen Donghe, are not like this."

Chen Donghe was even speechless, and Li Qiuyang lowered his head slightly. The two walked for a while by the lake at night, and Chen Donghe whispered:

"I have been with her for more than sixty years, and she...is used to it."

Li Qiuyang sighed softly, his expression was a little shaken, and he said in a pale voice:

"Donghe... why are you doing this? Not to mention Xuanxuan, even I know her a little bit. It's just a habit. She has no spiritual skills... If you treat this life like a mess, how can you love someone."

Chen Donghe's usually calm face finally had a drastic emotional change, and he said softly:

"In the end, it's my business alone."

Li Qiuyang said:

"I just don't think you can get out! You still have more than a hundred years to live... If you keep walking like a zombie, it would be better to die together in the mountains and mountains!"

Chen Donghe stopped slowly in the dark night and did not answer. The beautiful figure slowly appeared in his eyes. Chen Donghe accompanied her from childhood to adulthood, from birth to death, getting married and having a daughter. Everything seemed to be fulfilled, and he accompanied her to fulfill her wish. It ended slowly, and it seemed that even Chen Donghe himself was immersed in it.

But he had understood one thing a long time ago and deliberately put it behind him. However, this matter had always turned into various thoughts lingering in his mind like a shadow, and now it finally revealed its true form.

Li Jingtian seemed grateful to him, trusted her, and was willing to marry him and have a daughter, but she had never looked at him the way she looked at her husband.

He has long understood:

Even though she was a mortal, even though she was as weak as a piece of tofu in his hands, she still had an almost cold and stubborn resistance to everything she didn't love.