Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Xuanfeng cried so much that he hiccupped. He lay on Old Man Xu's body and rested for a quarter of an hour. He slowly got up until the hiccups stopped.

He grabbed Old Man Xu's left foot and dragged it hard to a tombstone half a man's height. Only then did he realize that the old man's body was as light as a pile of firewood, and even a child like him could pull it.

Li Xuanfeng lifted up his upper body and leaned him against the tombstone. Li Xuanfeng tried hard to smooth the old man's painfully twisted face, trying to make the old man look more peaceful.

Woo——

Looking at the old man's wrinkled face that looked both crying and smiling, Li Xuanfeng burst into tears, quickly turned around and ran towards the mountain while wiping his tears.

After walking for a while, until he looked up and could see the courtyard under the golden sunshine, Li Xuanfeng quickly wiped away his tears and walked toward the courtyard with his mouth pursed.

Upon entering the door, there is a floor paved with blue bricks. A little girl wearing a small leather jacket is sitting quietly at the table, holding a snow-white kitten in her hand and murmuring.

The sun shines on her lowered eyebrows, and her beautifully curved eyes make people want to laugh with her.

It is Li Jingtian, the only girl in the Li family. Liu Rouxuan gave birth to a son for Li Tongya, named Li Xuanling. He is currently studying in the academy, so Li Jingtian is left alone in the academy.

Brother Feng.

The girl raised her head, put the white kitten in her hand on the table, and said with a smile:

Who were you bullied by?

How can anyone dare to bully him? He has always bullied others.

But he saw a young man walking in the main courtyard. His eyebrows were slow and long, his eyes were gentle and soft, and there was a hint of Li Changhu between his eyebrows. He interrupted with a smile.

Brother Xuan, are you out of seclusion?

The girl's eyes lit up, she skipped over with a smile, took Li Xuanxuan's hand, and said expectantly:

But what about the third layer of fetal breathing wheel?

Li Xuanxuan smiled and nodded, but seeing that Li Xuanfeng remained silent, he bent down to ask him.

What's wrong with Feng'er?

Li Xuanfeng replied dully:

Uncle Xu is dead.

What?!

Li Xuanxuan paused for a moment, and the gentle smile on his face finally disappeared. His eyes were full of sadness, and he opened his mouth without saying anything.

Li Xuanxuan lost his father when he was born. Although his grandfather Li Mutian doted on him and loved him, the old man was stern and always sat quietly on weekdays. Li Xuanxuan himself didn't know whether to respect him more or love him more.

When he grew up, Li Xiangping took him with him every day. He, Li Xuanxuan, was also extremely cautious every day, carefully pondering his uncle's words and orders without daring to relax.

During his more than ten years of childhood, only Old Man Xu folded grass and crickets for him, made portraits for him, and told him stories about his father Li Changhu...

Although he was in great pain, Li Xuanxuan quickly calmed down his expression, patted Li Xuanfeng on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

Take me to see it.

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Li Chengfu bent over and walked over the high threshold of the lobby. There were several old people sitting in the hall discussing things with serious faces. At the top sat a majestic middle-aged man, wearing a gray wolfskin coat, with his head lowered. He drank tea carelessly.

Chief, Old Man Xu is dead.

Li Chengfu is now gray on the temples, but his skills are still strong. He bent down to the middle-aged man and whispered.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and asked:

What did the master say?

Buried in the mountain, as ordered by the young master.

The middle-aged man nodded, thought for a few moments, put the tea bowl on the table, clapped his hands, and whispered:

Let's discuss it here today. There are still important matters to deal with on Lijing Mountain, so Ye Sheng will not keep you all here.

Li Yesheng has been in charge for more than ten years and is now thirty years old. He has a certain dignity in his eyes. In the mountains where the average life expectancy is less than sixty years old and people get married at the age of thirteen or fifteen, he can be said to be in his prime. Even his eldest son Li Xiewen is already twelve or thirteen years old.

Ren Pingan died of illness the year before last, and the person in charge of Jingyang Village now is his uncle Liu Linfeng. After hearing Li Yesheng's words, these people immediately stood up and resigned, and returned to the village under the escort of their servants.

Li Yesheng saw that everyone was gone, then he took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice:

Go and call Xie Wen, and come with me to Meichi Mountain to report to the family master.

Li Xiangping has been in charge of things for more than ten years now, so the people below him naturally call him the head of the family.

The young master of the family came out of seclusion. My Qiuyang went up the mountain to pay homage. When he came back, he said that his strength was equal to Qiuyang's.

Seeing Li Xiewen hurriedly enter the room, Li Chengfu raised his head and glanced at Li Yesheng, his face was full of joy, and he smiled lowly.

Thanks to Li Xiangping's unremitting efforts and generous teachings to Li Xuanxuan for more than ten years, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Li Xiangping really cultivated Li Changhu's posthumous son as the next generation head of the Li family. Li Xuanxuan is the young head of the family.

Congratulations, Uncle Fu.

Li Yesheng also smiled and cupped his hands towards Li Chengfu.

Hey, hehe.

Li Chengfu laughed twice, looked at each other for a few seconds with Li Yesheng, nodded, bent down and clasped his fists, and retreated.

When Li Yesheng saw Li Chengfu bending down and retreating, he snorted coldly and said in a deep voice to Li Xiewen:

Do you know why my father wishes to congratulate this Li Chengfu?

My child doesn't know...

Li Xiewen scratched his head and looked at his father with confusion.

On the contrary, Uncle Chengfu has come to me every day over the past few years to ask me how my brother Xuan's cultivation is. It's not true if I tell him, and it's not true if he doesn't tell me...

Li Yesheng sighed deeply, frowned and cursed:

I told you to stop fooling around every day and learn more from me, but you didn't listen!

In front of my family, only Li Xuanxuan has a spiritual aperture. I don't know how talented Li Xuanfeng and Li Xuanling are. You, Li Qiuyang, have been practicing for a long time. If you can practice faster than Li Xuanxuan, can your family not be afraid?

Li Xiewen suddenly realized it, and after thinking for a few moments, he replied:

That's it! My father is afraid that when this generation is all withered, the remaining two people, Li Xuanxuan and Li Qiuyang, will dominate the weak branches and the strong...

It's still early.

Li Yesheng waved his hand and said coldly:

The master has a long-term plan and may not be afraid of him, but I am surrounded by the main line and have to pay attention. If the day comes that the world is turned upside down, no one will die! Fortunately, Xuan'er has a better talent, and Li Qiuyang can let go Use your hands and feet, don't have to be wary of each other with the master.

As he spoke, Li Yesheng took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice:

I will give you a test for my father. If Li Xuanxuan is really slow in cultivation, do you know what to do?

Li Xiewen lowered his head and thought hard for a while, then whispered:

To find out whether Li Qiuyang lied about his cultivation level?

Yes, children can be taught. You can imagine that this level is extremely difficult.

Li Yesheng nodded and said seriously:

If he lied about his cultivation, how could the master not see it? That old fox is not that stupid. He will only ask Li Qiuyang to slow down his cultivation speed to observe the changes. You can deploy your manpower and wait for the master's orders.

Li Xiewen, you have to remember that you and I have done too much for our master's family, and there are no immortal cultivators in our family. There is no way out except relying on our master's family, unless...

Unless what?

Li Xiewen and Li Xuanxuan had grown up playing together and had a deep relationship. After hearing this, they frowned and asked.

A trace of fear flashed across Li Yesheng's face, and he spoke with a slight trembling:

Unless a hundred years later, all the four branches of the master's family will wither, there will be no son with a spiritual aperture.