Xuanjian Immortal Clan

When Lu Jiangxian was brought back to the stone platform, he silently scanned the surroundings of the courtyard with his spiritual consciousness. Looking at Li Mutian, who slowly walked into the courtyard and leaned against the door frame with his eyes closed and panting, he suddenly felt a lot more emotion in his heart.

It turns out so long has passed.

On the day when Li Xiangping picked up the Dharma Book from the river, Li Mutian was still a patriarch with a solemn expression and powerful eyes that were weathered, but now he is an old man in his seventies who is too old to walk.

Since time travel, Lu Jiangxian has always been half asleep in the mirror. Nearly twenty years have passed in a daze, and in his perception, only about a month has passed. The Li family has established a firm foothold and has become a new immortal cultivating family.

In front of him, Li Mutian was getting weaker day by day. The rapid growth of the Li family seemed to be the result of the breath he had exhausted from his chest. This breath has now reached the end of his life.

Under the inspection of Lu Jiangxian's spiritual consciousness, he could clearly see that Li Mutian's vitality was disappearing, and he could no longer survive the past few days.

Li Mutian was sitting peacefully by the door, his solemn expression filled with a hint of smile. Looking at Li Xuanfeng who was holding a bow and chattering in front of him, his throat twitched. He had not made any request in more than ten years and issued the third order. An order.

Li Mutian said:

I want to eat mutton noodles.

Li Xuanfeng was stunned for a moment, then Li Mutian spoke again:

Your eldest father really wants to eat mutton noodles.

Li Xuanfeng responded and hurriedly ran out without looking back. The strange way his father spoke left a huge shadow of worry in his heart. His words did not sound like an order, but a kind of pleading, which made him He, who had always been smart, shuddered.

Aye wants to eat mutton noodles!

Li Xuanfeng's words made Ms. Ren stunned. Looking at the tears flowing down the child's face, she quickly called several women at home, patted Li Xuanfeng's shoulder, and whispered with a secret sense of instruction:

Call your father back quickly.

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The hot mutton noodles are sprinkled with some chopped green onion, and the crystal noodles are sparkling with oil stars. The aroma is fragrant. It is placed in a porcelain bowl with a small chip on it and placed on the wooden table. A pair of wooden chopsticks are placed next to the bowl, which looks like Clean and crisp.

The bowl was one that Li Mutian had used for thirty-one years, and the gap was caused by a knock made by the young Li Xiangping, for which he received a severe beating. The pain made him scream and walk around Li Mutian for several days.

Li Mutian slowly moved to his seat and picked up a handful of noodles with trembling chopsticks. The hot and sour noodles and the strong aroma of the mutton soup made his limbs tremble. The smell made him cry bitterly. He recalled that his father Li Genshui personally cooked for him. That bowl of mutton noodles.

That bowl of mutton noodles was far less delicious than this bowl. There was less vinegar, more spicy, and not enough soup. But both mother and Li Mutian understood that his father was apologizing, but he still threw the bowl and ran away from home. Eighteen years.

Li Mutian scolded his father for being indecisive, which would only ruin the whole family, while Li Genshui scolded his son Li Mutian for being a wolf-hearted man, the offspring of his wife and a wolf. He pointed a knife at his father, and looked at his father Li Genshui's lips turned purple with anger, and his face was stained with anger. Tears stained.

Twenty-eight years later, when Li Mutian returned home, his father indeed died at the hands of the Yuan family. He sneered and sent the heads of the Yuan family to his father's tomb, and divided the fields without expression. When he woke up at night, he often found Wet pillow.

The memories only lasted for a dozen breaths in Li Mutian's mind, because he fell straight down after taking only one bite of noodles.

Li Mutian felt like a piece of charcoal was stuck into his chest, burning his skin and flesh. Steel knives were tumbling in his belly, and there was a strong pain from head to toe.

Charcoal jumped from his chest and rushed into his mouth. His tongue and throat all became dry, and his hands and feet became stiff, so stiff that even the surrounding female family members could not help him up.

Big Father! Big Father!

Li Mutian vaguely heard Li Xuanling's crying. This child was Li Tongya's eldest son. Although he was only five years old, he was already extremely calm, just like Ya'er when he was a child.

He was a little anxious, and he licked his tongue hard, trying to make some noise to prove that he was fine, but he could only make a few barking sounds like a dog.

Move to the bed! Move to the bed!

Ren screamed with tears. She had just sent away her father Ren Ping'an a few years ago. She saw that the old man was about to die, and knew that she could not let the old man die on this cold ground like this. Everyone helped the old man up together.

Where's mother?

Tian Yun asked hurriedly, and then she found out that Li Mutian's wife and everyone's mother, Mrs. Liu, had just gone down the mountain to visit her parents' house some time ago.

Several people moved the stiff Li Mutian to the bed and started tossing around hurriedly. Lu Jiangxian in the backyard felt complicated, and quickly performed a meditation technique, and then released the power of the moonlight to hang himself for the old man. Seeing Li Xiangping and others hurriedly came up. After reaching the mountain, he stopped.

This is the end of my life.

Lu Jiangxian felt Li Mutian's aura gradually weakening. Li Xiangping and Li Tongya finally entered the courtyard, followed by Li Xuanfeng who was still crying.

Li Tongya held Li Mutian's hand with a worried look on his face, and the magic power at the peak of his fetal breath slowly entered Li Mutian's body. Li Mutian shuddered, exhaled deeply, and finally opened his eyes.

Xiang Ping...Tongya...

Li Mutian murmured, his eyes wandered around the people around him, his mouth opened and closed, and he said something in a very low voice.

Li Tongya hurriedly leaned down with tears in his eyes and heard Li Mutian murmur:

Chen, Tian, ​​Liu... all the families have deep roots in the village. They recalled their whole families to Lijing Village and promoted the village to a town. Unexpectedly, they became powerful...

Father...you need to rest first and then talk when you feel better...

Li Xiangping tried to dissuade him with choked sobs. Li Mutian looked at him, shook his head, and uttered the words with all his strength:

Many of the Li family's descendants are domineering, and they must be rectified and controlled... The four direct lineages are designated as the main lineage, the rest of the Li family are the small lineage, and the further ones are branch lines, which flow up and down, and you can take care of it...

Xuanxuan can take care of the family, but needs to be cared for. Xuanfeng is wild and smart, but you have to guard against his indulging in killing. Xuanling is steady and calm, and can accomplish things... Jingtian... has beauty... must beware of harm... The higher the mountain, the farther away the harm will be. Be very... very careful!

Li Mutian's voice became smaller and smaller, and Li Xiangping approached him with tears in his eyes. He saw the old man suddenly raised his hand and pinched his wrist. The force was not like someone who was about to die. There was a ruthless light in his dying eyes. Writhing on the couch, the voice in his mouth suddenly became louder, and he gritted his teeth and said:

If necessary... all the four villages and places can be abandoned... don't imitate the Wan family... as long as one of my Li family members escapes... everything can... be accomplished...

Li Xiangping burst into tears and said harshly:

Father...all the children will remember it!

Li Mutian suddenly let go of his hand and gave out his breath. Everyone burst into tears, but the old man's eyes were still staring at the bowl of mutton noodles on the table next to him.

The soup is full, sour and spicy, and still steaming.

Li Mutian is a character that I have been developing for a long time. The family history in my mind is not a story of eternal happiness and rapid progress, but a story of death, separation, failure and decline.

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