"Oh, oh, oh."
Li Xuanxuan responded a little lonely, tidied up his sleeves, sat on the mountain for a while, watched the two juniors chatting, a little at a loss, so he had to go back to draw talismans, and the two juniors sent him down, Li Ximing said with emotion:
"Grandfather is in good spirits now!"
Li Xijun nodded and said softly:
"Although the old man's cultivation is not high, he has experienced a lot of things, and many dusty things in the past can be answered from his mouth.
The two of them were walking in parallel, Li Ximing was dressed in a golden Taoist robe, very luxurious, and paused and said softly:
"I only heard that this second uncle's archery skills are like gods, which is rare in the world, and a golden bow is invincible.
"I don't think it's difficult, since I entered Southern Xinjiang, there is no example that comes out so easily."
Li Xijun responded, as if he was thinking about what it was.
Li Xijun had actually never seen him, only heard his news in books and in the mouths of his elders, most of this joy came from the family and there would be one more elder in the middle of the foundation building, completely different from Li Xuanxuan, now calm down and began to think about the situation.
Sure enough, Li Ximing on the side wondered:
"Since the second uncle has left southern Xinjiang, why doesn't he take the time to go back to his own home...? Is there a task on hand?"
"It should be."
Li Xijun paused and hesitated:
"I heard... The Ning family married him, and after so many years, he may already have descendants... Maybe there are still a few dolls in southern Xinjiang who are the elders I am waiting for..."
"As for why you don't go home... Adults should make their own arrangements, maybe there are families that have been pinched, and they have to obey Qingchi's orders."
Li Ximing nodded and replied:
"Makes sense."
Li Xijun wrote a letter to his aunt Li Qinghong in retreat, and wrote another letter ordering someone to send it to Zongquan Island, and he also went down to practice silently.
……
Fenkuai Island, Qingchifang City.
Li Xuanfeng walked around the surrounding sea before and after, familiarized himself with the terrain, and learned the detailed information about Fenkuai Island, before falling back into Fangshi.
The spiritual mechanism of the leyline of Fenkuai Island is very peculiar, so it is impossible to set up a formation on the island, the square market of Qingchi is set up on the seabed not far away, Li Xuanfeng has explored one or two, and the spiritual mechanism of the leyline here is not much better, it is all due to the high grade of the formation.
There are many straits on the island, deep underground, dark and deep, the space is vast and boundless, it is said that it was left by the immortals when they fought.
The entire Fenkuai Island was more like a large entrance, connecting the layers of ground cracks below, where many monks collected energy, and there were also demon cultivators killing and plundering in the gorge, and the deeper they went, the more chaotic it became.
He went to the island for a walk, but did not go deeper, and silently returned to this market, where there was a Qingchi monk waiting for him next to his cave.
"I've seen the Taoist... My lord has invited me and has been waiting for a long time."
Li Xuanfeng recognized it as Ning Heyuan's person at a glance, nodded and followed him to Ning Heyuan's cave house, the door of the cave was open, and a rich spiritual energy flowed out, and Ning Heyuan was drinking himself in the cave.
"Brother-in-law is here!"