Li Xuanfeng cried so much that he lay on Old Man Xu's body and rested for a quarter of an hour, and slowly got up until he stopped hiccuping.
He grabbed Old Man Xu's left foot and dragged him hard to a half-man-high tombstone, only to find that the old man's body was as light as a stack of firewood, and even his child could pull it.
Lifting his upper body hard and letting him lean against the tombstone, Li Xuanfeng tried to smooth the old man's painful and distorted face, trying to make the old man look more peaceful.
"Ugh-"
Looking at the old man's wrinkled face that looked like crying and laughing, Li Xuanfeng burst into tears, and quickly turned his head and ran towards the mountain while wiping his tears.
After walking for a while, until he looked up and saw the courtyard under the golden sun, Li Xuanfeng quickly wiped away his tears and walked towards the courtyard with his mouth deflated.
When I entered the door, there was a green brick floor, and a little girl in a small leather jacket was sitting quietly at the table, holding a snow-white kitten in her hand, murmuring.
The sun shone on her lowered eyebrows, and her curved eyes were beautiful, making people want to laugh with her.
It is the only girl in the Li family now - Li Jingtian, Liu Rouyan gave birth to a son for Li Tongya, called Li Xuanling, who is now 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 are you bullied by?"
"How dare anyone bully him? He has always bullied others."
But I saw a young man walking in the main courtyard, with slow and long eyebrows, gentle and gentle eyes, and a bit of Li Changhu's appearance between his eyebrows, and he interjected with a smile.
"Brother Xuan, are you out of the customs?"
The girl's eyes lit up, she walked over with a smile, took Li Xuanxuan's hand, and said expectantly:
"But the third layer of fetal breath circumference?"
Li Xuanxuan smiled and nodded, but saw that Li Xuanfeng was still low and not speaking, so he bent down to ask him.
"What's wrong with Feng'er?"
Li Xuanfeng replied sullenly:
"Uncle Xu is dead."
"What?!"
Li Xuanxuan suddenly froze, the gentle smile on his face finally disappeared, his eyes were full of sadness, he opened his mouth, and did not speak.
Li Xuanxuan lost his father as soon as he was born, although his grandfather Li Mutian doted on him and loved him, but the old man was unsmiling and always sat quietly on weekdays.
When he grew up, Li Xiangping took him with him every day, and he Li Xuanxuan was also extremely cautious every day, carefully pondering his uncle's words and orders, and did not dare to slack off.
In his more than ten years of childhood, only Old Man Xu folded grass crickets for him, painted a portrait of him, and told him the story of his father Li Changhu......
Despite the extreme pain in his heart, Li Xuanxuan quickly restrained his expression, patted Li Xuanfeng's shoulder, and said in a deep voice:
"Take me to see."
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Li Chengfu bent over and stepped over the high threshold of the lobby, where several old people were discussing things with straight faces, and at the top sat a middle-aged man with a majestic expression, wearing a gray wolfskin coat, bowing his head and drinking tea casually.
"Boss, Old Man Xu is dead."
Li Chengfu is also gray at his temples now, 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 does the master say?"
"Buried on the mountain, the young master of the family."
The middle-aged man nodded, thought for a few breaths, put the tea bowl on the table, clapped his hands, and said in a low voice:
"Let's discuss it here today, there are still important matters to deal with on Lijing Mountain, so Ye Sheng will not leave you behind."
Li Yesheng has been in charge for more than ten years, and now he is thirty years old, and he has his own majesty between Gu Pan, in the mountains where the average life expectancy is less than sixty years old, and he gets married at the age of thirteen or fifteen, and even his eldest son Li Xiewen is already twelve or thirteen years old.
Ren Ping'an had died of illness the year before last, and now it was his uncle Liu Linfeng who was in charge of Jingyang Village.
Li Yesheng saw that everyone was gone, so he took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice:
"Go and call Xie Wen and go with me to Meichu Mountain to report to the head of the family."
Li Xiangping has been in charge of affairs for more than ten years now, and the people below naturally call him the head of the family.
"The young head of the family left the customs, and my family Qiuyang went up the mountain to meet him, and when he came back, he said that his strength was already comparable to that of Qiuyang."
Seeing Li Xiewen hurriedly enter the house, Li Chengfu looked up at Li Yesheng, his face was full of joy, and he smiled lowly.
Thanks to Li Xiangping's tireless efforts and generous teaching of 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 of the Li family.
"Congratulations to Uncle Fu."
Li Yesheng also smiled and bowed towards Li Chengfu.
"Hey, hehe."
Li Chengfu laughed twice, looked at Li Yesheng for a few breaths, nodded, bent down and clenched his fists and retreated.
Li Yesheng saw Li Chengfu bending over and retreating, so he snorted coldly and said in a deep voice to Li Xiewen:
"Do you know why my father is happy with this Li Chengfu?"
"The child doesn't know..."
Li Xiewen scratched his head and looked at his father with a puzzled expression.
"It's just that Uncle Chengfu has been asking me about Brother Xuan's cultivation for several years, and the child said no, and it wasn't ...... if he didn't say it."
Li Yesheng sighed deeply, his eyebrows furrowed, and he scolded:
"I tell you to fool around less every day! Learn more from me, you don't listen!"
"Only Li Xuanxuan has spiritual apertures in front of the master, then Li Xuanfeng and Li Xuanling don't know what their talent is, you Li Qiuyang has been cultivating for a long time, if you cultivate faster than Li Xuanxuan, can the master not be afraid?"
Li Xie Wen suddenly realized, and after thinking for a while, he replied:
"I see! My father is afraid that when this generation withers, the remaining two Li Xuanxuan and Li Qiuyang will be weak and strong......"
"It's still early."
Li Yesheng waved his hand and said coldly:
"The master is a long-term strategist, and he may not be afraid of him, but I am surrounded by the main vein, so I have to pay attention. Fortunately, Xuan'er has good talent, and Li Qiuyang can also let go of his hands and feet, so he doesn't have to be wary of each other with the master."
Saying that, Li Yesheng took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice:
"Test you for your father, if Li Xuanxuan is really slow in cultivation, do you know how to do it?"
Li Xiewen lowered his head and pondered for a while, and said in a low voice:
"Investigate whether Li Qiuyang lied about his cultivation?"
"Yes, children can be taught, you can think of this level is already very difficult."
Li Yesheng nodded and said seriously:
"If he lies about his cultivation, how can the master not see it? That old fox is not so stupid, he will only ask Li Qiuyang to slow down his cultivation speed and observe the changes in the times.
"Li Xiewen, you have to remember that you and I have done too many things for the main family, and there are no immortal cultivators in the family, so there is no way out except for relying on the main family, unless ......"
"Unless what?"
Li Xiewen and Li Xuanxuan have played since childhood and have a deep relationship, and after hearing this, they frowned and asked.
A trace of fear flashed on Li Yesheng's face, and he said with a slight trembling:
"Unless the four veins of the main family wither after a hundred years, they will not be born with a son with spiritual orifices."