The clouds and fog on Wutu Peak were shrouded, the sun shuttled through the pale white clouds, the young man in black exhaled slowly, and the inspiration and aura poured into his lips and teeth like clouds, scrambling to be the first, quite magical.
"Huh..."
On the big bluestone on the side sat a woman, handsome, wearing jade armor, with a gun horizontally on her knees, holding a light-colored jade slip in her jade hand like a tender onion, reading it with some fascination, and a few small characters were carefully engraved on the corners of the jade slip.
"Folding Feather Gun"
The woman gestured silently in her hand, the young man on the side let out a long breath, exhaled white clouds, opened his eyes, the morning glow on the horizon was slowly rising, his face was full of worry:
"The ancestor has been there for a few days, and I haven't heard any news."
Li Qinghong on the side put down the jade slip in his hand, picked up the spear on his lap, and went down from the bluestone, and said in a muffled voice:
"Why don't you let me go out to find him!"
"No!"
Li Yuanjiao shook his head, quickly got up to stop it, and said solemnly:
"When the ancestor left home, he specially ordered me to take good care of you, so I called you to Wutu Mountain to guard you personally, just to prevent you from going out to look for ...... alone."
Li Qinghong turned her hand and put away the jade slip, shook her head a little depressedly, and replied:
"If it looks like this, who can calm down? I read the marksmanship that this ancestor got from the Xiao family over and over again, and I can't help but worry about his old man.
Li Yuanjiao shook his head and took out a warm jade from his arms, the warm jade was dark, and there were faint cracks emerging, Li Qinghong came over to take a look, opened his mouth, and said nothing.
Originally, he wanted to use things such as soul wood soul lamps to show misfortune, fortune, life and death, but the cost was jumped, so he could only choose this cheapest life jade.
As long as this life jade is warmed up after the blood is dripped, it can show the life and death of the blood-dripping monk, the cost is already expensive, and it requires at least qi cultivation, so only a few qi training monks of the Xuanzi generation and Li Tongya have built it.
This thing was supposed to be in the ancestral hall, Li Xuanling and Li Xuanxuan took it to Fangshi, Li Xuanfeng's life jade has lost its effectiveness because it has not been warmed for too long, and Li Yuanjiao specially took it out and looked at it from time to time.
Now seeing that this fate jade is dim and dull, the brother and sister looked at each other, both saw the worry in each other's eyes, Li Qinghong sighed, her willow eyebrows curved, and said softly:
"In the past, my father and grandfather were on top, and my heart was always at ease, but now I want you and me to support the family.
"Not bad!"
Li Yuanjiao felt the most deeply among the sons, Li Tongya personally entrusted the Li family to his hands, he only felt extremely heavy when he took the jade box, and he couldn't breathe, and now he took a breath of thought and said in a low voice:
"The effect of Qi Swallowing Spirit is very good, I have now practiced Qi for four layers, and I may be able to build a foundation within twenty years......"
Li Qinghong had just broken through the third layer of qi training, and was a little envious when she heard this, and replied:
"As expected of the foundation-building level, it's really good, your cultivation speed was not as fast as mine back then, but now you surpass me!"
The two were chatting, and a person came up from below, his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Chen Donghe, he looked about twenty years old, but he already had the cultivation of the fourth layer of fetal breath, it was Li Qiuyang's disciple Chen Mufeng, who was now transferred back from the market and worked beside Li Yuanjiao.
"Young master, miss."
Chen Mufeng saluted respectfully and said:
"Young Master Yuanping has a request, saying that there is news!"
"What!"
The brother and sister were overjoyed, looked at each other, and didn't care what else to say, and hurriedly drove to Lijing Town together.
Wutu Mountain is not far from Lijing Town, Li Yuanjiao's [Qi Swallowing Spirit] has the effect of stirring up clouds and mist, Li Qinghong's [Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow] also has the effect of blessing flight speed, flying faster than ordinary qi refining monks, the two landed in the courtyard one after another, Li Yuanping had already waited for a long time, and hurriedly greeted him:
"Brother! Sister Hong! I have already received news from the ancestor!"
Li Yuanping didn't wait for the two of them to ask, and quickly told the news he had obtained.
"Okay! Okay!"
After thinking for a while, he immediately wondered:
"Could this news be true?"
"About 70% ......"
Li Yuanping also knew that there were many doubts, and replied:
"Before the ancestor left, he felt that it was a life and death, and it was difficult to save his life, but who knew that this news was so amazing...... I don't want to build a foundation, but it is somewhat credible to change to a purple mansion..."
"Sword Slash Maha Reincarnation......
Li Yuanjiao smiled bitterly and replied:
"If you think about it, you will know that it is impossible, how much difference is there between Maha and foundation building? What's more, Maha played with fate and wanted to die on purpose...... I'm afraid I'm in a hurry to have another child!"
Li Qinghong admired her grandfather to the extreme, but she believed the news for eight points, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile, and said softly:
"It should be that Maha has suffered, since the matter has been concluded and Wen Yu has not yet been broken, I will wait quietly for the ancestor to return."
"That's ...... theory."
Li Yuanping nodded, looked at the warm jade that Li Yuanjiao showed off, and slowly felt relieved, several people whispered a few words, Li Qinghong spoke:
"Now that the ancestor has made a name for himself, I am afraid it will slowly spread in a few days, and he will have to publicize the so-called "Sword Immortal Family" again, and the families on the lake and around will come to congratulate him and give him some small gifts..."
With that said, Li Qinghong's face was not happy, his willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the two brothers Li Yuanjiao also looked at each other, Li Yuanping nodded and said:
"The ancestor has not returned yet, and it is inevitable that there will be some trouble under the fame... I can only bite the bullet and accept these congratulatory gifts first, and adapt to the situation!"
"This is a small matter."
Li Yuanjiao rubbed the scales on his waist and replied:
"I'm more afraid of something... The ancestor cut off Maha's reincarnation, I don't know how many Buddhist cultivators he will offend!"
As soon as these words came out, both of them nodded, with a look of horror, obviously they had already thought of it, Li Yuanping sighed and said in a muffled voice:
"It won't be long before the entire Jiangnan and Jiangbei will resound the reputation of the ancestor, how many sword cultivators and scattered cultivators along the river, how many small temples are cultivated, and some are troublesome!"
Li Yuanjiao looked at his younger siblings, first stabilized his position, and said aloud:
"Fortunately, the ancestor is fine, so wait a moment."
A few people were chatting, but they saw a person falling from the sky, dressed in a gray robe, with a well-groomed face, solemn and solemn between his eyebrows and eyes, but full of mourning, with a little wet marks on his sleeves and dust.
"Father!"
"Master!"
This person is Li Xuanxuan who is sitting in Fangshi, and now that the wind is falling, the three juniors hurriedly bowed, but Li Xuanxuan waved his hand, took out a few pieces of jade from his sleeve, and lamented:
"Xuanling, he is dead!"
Li Xuanxuan's words sounded like thunder in the ears of the three of them, Li Yuanping and Li Yuanjiao both turned pale, Li Qinghong raised his head in a daze, his face turned pale for a while, staring at a piece of broken jade in Li Xuanxuan's hand, and muttered:
"Dead?!"
Her face suddenly turned pale like blood, Li Xuanling was her biological father, and now that she heard the news, how could she not break her heart, just sat down softly, covering her face and saying nothing.