Xuanjian Immortal Clan

While Li Chenghuai was thinking, Li Zhouluo clasped his fists forward and introduced his brothers and sisters. Li Zhoufang and Li Zhouyang from Bomai were the oldest, but the two brothers were a little frightened and did not dare to say much, so he, the fourth son, did the talking.

Next is Li Zhouken of Zhongmai. Zhongmai's generation is not very talented. Although he is from Zhongmai, he is adopted from Bomai. In fact, he and Li Zhoufang are brothers, and he worships them both.

The rest of the people were not old, but they were still young. They couldn't see anything. After asking them one by one, Li Chengliao first went to see the outstanding children of the Sixteenth House. There were about thirty people. The conditions for selection were Naturally, he was one level lower than his own children. Looking around, he didn't look like stupid people, but his cultivation was mostly unsatisfactory.

"There are seven people from the An family, two from the Chen family, three from the Xitan family, ten from the Zhuwang family, and ten from the Han family..."

Li Chengliao knew well that the situation facing Chen Tian, ​​Dou Xu, Zhu Li and Jingwang was not much different from that of the main lineage of the Li family. It was also a situation where the number of direct descendants was sparse, and the number of people was naturally small.

On the other hand, in Fushan on the west and east coasts, the emerging surnames and poor families are quickly accumulating strength and establishing a firm foothold. Li Chengliao sits on the island, holding a red pen to observe this matter every night. I am afraid there are few people who are more familiar with it than him. .

"Chen Dou, Tianxu, Lijing Alley, the era of in-laws with four surnames is about to pass. Officials in the sixteen prefectures are appointed and removed. Immortals and mortals are separated from each other. There are people with the same surname but no land. The rise and fall can only take one generation."

He nodded and listened to the young man below him reporting the customs of Wutu Mansion. He nodded with a smile, but what he was thinking about was other things. The stable and worry-free situation in the Sixteenth Mansion was not due to Li Chengliao. His heart was open and he was just a I just took over the Li family, which is extremely stable and easy to manipulate.

The promotions and dismissals in the Sixteenth House, the return of the Quan Shufu, and the picketing of Qingdu in Yuting were all carefully designed by Li Yuanping and Li Xijun. They even had the idea when the Li family only occupied a corner of the east coast. After Li Xi'an and Li Xijun, they gradually integrated the new The local forces in the territory were swept away, and this framework was finally put on the sixteen prefectures in the vast lake area today.

"only…"

He still remembered the sacrifices of the four surnames with the Li family in the north. The current inability of the Zhu Wang surnames was also related to the death of the ruler. In the early days, rewards of spiritual objects and magical weapons were one thing, but intimacy was still needed.

Li Chengliao selected people of the four surnames to pay attention to them for a while, rewarded the outstanding ones from the Sixteenth Prefecture with spiritual objects, and set aside caves on the island for them to settle down and practice. The cultivators then retired first.

After he finished arranging this series of affairs, more than an hour had passed. When he went to see his children again, he found that everyone was standing aside, and they didn't dare to say a word after standing there for so long.

Li Chengliao put down his pen and said with a smile:

"Zhou Luo, bring some of your brothers up."

Li Zhouluo responded respectfully. Li Zhoufang and others approached the front of the hall, but they found that Li Chengliao suddenly felt happy in front of them. He hurriedly spoke up, avoided the main seat, and said respectfully:

"Meet the adults!"

Li Zhouluo looked back and found that there was already a woman standing in the hall, wearing a long feathered coat, silver boots, black hair tied up, a white flower in her hairpin, and a silver-white spear in her hand, standing quietly.

Her almond eyes were purple and hazy. Just standing here, the thunder on her body did not show much, but it made Li Zhouluo dare not look at it. Of course he knew who this person was.

"Ancestor Qinghong!"

Li Qinghong nodded towards him and asked:

"How long has it been?"

"Return to my lord, one year and six months."

Li Chengliao responded, and Li Qinghong put away the gun. She had not been in complete seclusion for more than a year. She often went to the sea to collect mines. Now she has more and more control over the "Six Thunders Mysterious Punishment Order" and can now use it easily. Thunder and lightning are stored in it, and it has a little more power.

The white hairpin on his hair was also obtained in the East China Sea. Although it was only at the level of Qi training, it was a rare thunder weapon that could store some thunder. Although it was not much, it was better than nothing.

"The time agreed with Xi Zikang is approaching, so I'll come back and have a look."

She stood and no one dared to sit down. She followed Li Qinghong and walked out of the hall along the steps. The woman looked at the scenery on the island and praised her. Li Chengliao said respectfully:

"Senior Kong Tingyun of the Xuanyue Sect came here a year ago. I heard that the Lord was in seclusion, so he didn't bother her. He left a message with me. I hope that the Lord would write to her after he comes out of seclusion and come to visit her."

"I'd better go to Xuanyue to see her."

Li Qinghong lowered his eyebrows and responded, without any big fluctuation in his expression.

Li Chengliao managed his family well, and at least the island already had a fairy atmosphere. She watched all the way, and when the sky turned dark, she saw silvery white lightning falling on the island.

Xi Zikang held a jade slip in his hand and wore a silver robe. He cupped his fists and saluted her and said with a smile:

"Fellow Taoist Qinghong, long time no see!"

Li Qinghong nodded lightly and said a few polite words. Xi Zikang did not hesitate, handed over the technique in his hand, and said loudly:

"Fellow Taoist, take a look, this is the 'Zhao Che Heart'!"

Li Qinghong's spiritual consciousness wandered in it for a week, and the technique Xi Zikang gave was exactly as he said. It was not a good thing, but it was only a second-grade one, called "Zhao Jian Cheng Xin Jue".

She only took a careful look and raised her head with some doubts. Of course Xi Zikang understood that the value was not equal, so he immediately replied:

"Zikang knows that this thing is inferior, but I have other things to make up for it, and it may be worth it."

He took out a jade box from his sleeve and said softly:

"This is the escape method of Yi Ming Yang Dao. It is a third-level method called [Flowing Sun Refraction]. The two combined should be comparable to the value of this [Celeboyun Method]."

Li Qinghong was a little hesitant. The Escape Technique was a rare thing in Jiangnan, and his family didn't know much about the value of [Celei Boyun Dharma]. In the Li family's view, "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" was just an ordinary third-grade martial art. It's just a method, it can't be compared to a third-grade escape method.

If you think about it in a bad way, this person is trying to get the skills to deal with himself. Li Qinghong has already changed to practice "Xiaoyun Asks Thunder". Although the Immortal Base is still the original Immortal Base, many of the key points are already different. .

She thought about it again and again, but it was better to be cautious and said softly:

""Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is my skill after all, and it involves a lot of secrets. If you can rest assured, fellow Taoist, you and I will exchange the jade slips first. When you and I come back from the East China Sea, we will exchange the unsealed ones. The formula…”

She looked at the young man's expression seriously, and found that his eyes were clear, and she said simply:

"good!"

He responded to Li Qinghong readily, showing the neat temperament of Beihai Lei Xiu. He greeted her casually, said goodbye on the way, and drove away without any regrets.

Li Qinghong watched him go away and said softly:

"I won't be here, please proceed with caution."

Li Chengliao bowed his head in response, and Li Qinghong thought:

"I guess Minghuang is about to break through, so he will go to Xuanyue, take the opportunity to go to the East China Sea, borrow a spiritual yarn from Hengzhu, and bring him back first."

No matter how much trouble Li Qinghong took to this matter, she would not mind it being troublesome. If possible, she would even consider asking Kong Tingyun to come over, just in case something went wrong along the way.

…

Zongquan Island.

Thunder falls and rises over the East China Sea, and the weather is always gloomy. Rarely, the thunderclouds in the sky disperse, and bright light falls down, shining on the towers on the island.

When the Beihai sky leaked, the sea water in the East China Sea dropped. Zongquan Island expanded for hundreds of miles, and its area suddenly became larger. Many spiritual minerals were even exposed. The income on the island suddenly improved, and there were even signs of prosperity.

There was a small courtyard set up on the barren mountain in the island. There were no guards on either side, and there were no slaves. There was only a monk who was bent over and washing clothes in the courtyard. Halfway through the washing, he looked up at the sky and murmured:

"Two years...so fast!"

Kong Heng's face was a little pale. After washing his robe, he squeezed out the water, shook it by holding it on both sides, and hung it on the rope to dry. The puffins outside the courtyard were chirping, waiting for him to light a fire to cook.

But after he changed his clothes, if he noticed something, he rode the wind and went straight up into the clouds. Sure enough, he saw a loud earthquake outside the formation, and the turquoise sea water rumbled and hummed.

"Woo..."

The faint sound of conches came from far away, and the sky was bright. Looking around, there were fish and shrimps jumping on the sea surface. The green backs were slightly exposed from the sea surface, and there seemed to be countless giant beasts stirring underneath.

The sea seemed to be boiling. Monsters rose from it and stopped in the air. They were holding knives, guns, or halberds. They were symmetrically arranged in two rows. They were all wearing armor and robes, staring with two fish eyes. .

"Um?"

Kong Heng chanted the sutra and looked at the sea surface quietly. The sea water in front of him actually parted little by little, and a giant green-scaled beast with a horse face and an ox body jumped out of it.

"Boom!"

Water like a waterfall fell from both sides. The beast stopped on the shore. It was as big as a hill and its eyes were like a hut. Its blue-black eyes stared at Kong Heng silently. The monk stopped in front of him, but he was no more than the size of a scale.

Most of the island was shrouded in the figure of this sea beast. Monk Kong Heng turned his prayer beads uneasily and held a bronze Zen staff in his hand, making a clanking sound.

"Fellow…"

Densely packed shrimps and crabs crawled down at the feet of the beast, and several water snakes walked upright, ticking the conchs. The monks on the shore were shrouded in the shadow of the huge beasts, and the horror was beyond words.

"Ding Dong..."

Kong Heng finally raised his eyebrows and caught a glimpse of the bronze chain on the sea beast, which was pulled into the deep sea, and a herring jumped out from underneath.

The herring came riding the water, with a pair of scaly wings growing under its ribs, its huge fish eyes staring, and turned into a human form, wearing a black and green robe, laughing and saying:

"Master Kong Heng! Long time no see!"

The calmness on Kong Heng's face was finally broken. He clenched the Zen staff tightly in his hand, breathed a deep sigh of relief, shook his head and replied:

"You...you...fellow Daoist Taoist Master Hu Yao! Why are you making such a big splash!"

Hu Yao chuckled and whispered:

"Master, don't blame me... Master, don't blame me... I came here under orders, so my momentum is naturally bigger, so please don't blame me..."

Kong Heng frowned slightly and asked:

"I wonder what order you were given?"

This herring was wearing a robe and looked a little more imposing. He waved his hand and said with a smile:

"congratulate!"

Kong Heng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head thoughtfully, and then he saw the clouds in the sky disappearing and the fog dispersing, the strong wind rising, the scorching gas churning, and the sky shining brightly.

'The prince has made a breakthrough...'

Hu Yao's fish face was dripping with mucus, and he laughed and said:

"This demon will congratulate the nobles on behalf of Ryuko!"

Kong Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement. This monk had a good temper and could just recite the scriptures. If it were a familiar Foundation Establishment monk who was frightened by him, he would not be able to offend him. A few words.

When Zhunan Jiao Palace changed its owner, Hu Yao specially invited monks from his family to surround and kill a monster. In recent years, I heard that he was doing well under the new owner, so he only thought that he had achieved a high status with his own help. Yes, there are many places to go to sea.

The two waited for a quarter of an hour. The grass and trees on the ground were a little tired, and clouds of yellow air rustled in the air, as big as the hood of a car. Kong Heng squinted and saw people in the clouds, and the sound of soldiers and horses neighing.

Nai Yao stared at the sky closely, and waited for a moment. All the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared, and then he landed in front of the temple.

The monk took a step, and the bright light in the temple burst out from the window sill and door, like a white blade falling on his face, illuminating the faces of the man and the demon with a bright white light.

He pushed the door open and entered. The sky was bright in the hall, and people were pouring in. He followed closely behind, looking up.

There is a dark golden halberd inserted upside down in the hall. The long branches are curved like a crescent moon, and a bright white arc is outlined in the middle. Strong light emits from it, flowing out like water.

The monster stared blankly, with the fragrance of flowers in its nose. Its eyes skipped over the halberd, and then it saw a young man sitting directly above, leaning on the throne.

The young man was dressed in golden and white soft armor with black mysterious patterns on it. His sleeves were tightly tied and he was half-leaning on the back of a chair. He gently raised his head, revealing his smooth jaw line. His eyes were slightly narrow and open quietly.

Hui Yao had seen Li Yuanjiao back then, and felt that this person's face was somewhat similar, but more generous, with longer eyebrows, slightly wider eyes, and an indescribable air.

"It doesn't look like a human being, but rather like a dragon who has transformed into a human form... Only the cunning and evil look in his eyebrows... is just like Li Yuanjiao, even a little bit better..."

Hui Yao used to not understand the cunning and evil of the human race, but he suddenly realized it when he met Li Yuanjiao. From then on, he understood that this ordinary person was cunning and evil, but he had never seen anyone like him again, but now he is right.

While he was thinking, Li Zhouwei's slow and long eyebrows were raised, and his dark golden eyes were looking at him from afar. He Yao felt a chill all over his body, his heart was slightly shaken, and he thought to himself:

"He must have practiced eye skills to intimidate others...The eldest son of the Li family...Long Zi said that the one who is least humanoid should be him. Besides, there are no other people who practice Ming Yang here."

He just felt that this person's gaze was like the light from the sky, piercing his face with pain. He couldn't help but lower his head, followed the example of the human race and bowed with his hands, and said loudly:

"The sea monster who patrols the Zhunan Jiao Palace has met the prince!"

The young man at the top stood up, his black boots hitting the ground, making a few echoes, but his voice was clear, with a bit of a smile, and echoed in the hall:

"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome!"

But Hui Yao couldn't get up, so he threw away the hem of his robe, stepped forward, and used the etiquette of a dragon to worship a big shot. He knelt down on the ground with a plop, bowed to the east, knocked his forehead on the ground, and then turned around. Worship him, with a respectful and slightly shrill voice:

"The little demon is lucky to be blessed with the dragon's life. He bows down and worships him again and again. I would like to be the crown prince of the Dragon King Bailong. He is the inheritor of Bilongzi of Chenghai Qingtang. He is the lord of Zhunan Palace in Zhulutian Sea. He will lead the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of Zhunan..."

His voice was extremely respectful and cautious, he gave a long drag, his green and black robe hung on the ground, and said:

"Please invite the Prince Immortal to come to my Jiao Palace!"