When Chen Yuan said this, he thought about all the possible actions of the boy in front of him, but he held that he had not said anything wrong, and his cultivation was high, so he only lowered his head slightly and made a humble look.
"Am I not a bad ruler? What can you do?'
But he didn't hear an answer for a long time, his eyes quickly stopped on Li Zhouwei's face, his black pupils moved to the corners of his narrow eyes, revealing a gloomy look of speculation, not bowing, and even a little condescending.
His glimpse was exactly in front of the eyes of the prince in front of him, and his heart was suddenly empty, and his heart was full of gloom and arrogance, as if he had been seen cleanly, and he said in his heart:
"It's broken."
In an instant, Li Zhouwei in front of him suddenly took a step forward, Chen Yuan only felt a tightness in his throat, and a pair of hands suddenly went up his neck like lightning, clasping it tightly around his neck.
"You!"
He never thought that Li Zhouwei in front of him would suddenly burst out, but it was like a tiger or leopard hitting him, with a strong force, his body was unstable for a while, and he was pushed to the ground with a thud.
"Bang!"
Chen Yuan's back of the head hit the stone ground hard, and his eyes flashed with gold stars, this impact was not heavy, if it weren't for his cultivation of the fourth layer of fetal breath, such a collision would most likely lead to a coma.
The poisonous fire in his heart suddenly burned in his throat, his hands grabbed empty, and several spells appeared in his mind, which restrained his anger, only to find that the other party had already straddled him, pressed his chest, and supported his hands on both sides, unable to pinch any spells for a while.
Chen Yuan couldn't breathe, but he was controlled to cast spells again, and he suddenly panicked, but he was not a simple person, and he quickly reacted in his mind and only broke his hand.
"His cultivation is much lower than mine, as long as I use my mana, I can immediately counter him!"
He just came up with this idea, but Li Zhouwei let go very decisively, freed his hand, picked up the ink inkstone on the case, and simply smashed it on his head.
"Fuck you."
After all, Chen Yuan was a fourth-layer cultivation of fetal breath, and he reacted after just a moment of confusion in front of his eyes, and his contempt and anger finally couldn't be contained, and he pulled his hands on Li Zhouwei's clothes, trying to pull him up.
Chen Yuan is not an ordinary child, the Chen family has also had a lot of swordsmanship and means in the past hundred years, to say that the foundation of qi cultivation is not as good as the Li family's direct lineage, but the means of the fetal breath level are really not bad, and the blue light has already lit up in his hand.
"Clang."
But Li Zhouwei was once again beyond his expectations, he only heard a cold clanging sound, the table was kicked over, and Li Zhouwei had already pulled out the halberd under the table.
The blue light in Chen Yuan's hand stopped in his hand, and the edge of the halberd shining with cold light was directly against his neck, and the cold metal cold air stimulated him to stand tall, and the anger and hatred quickly disappeared and converged.
"Damn it... Who would put a halberd under the table! It's not a personal sword! He is always on guard against someone assassinating him!'
But before he could think about it, his throat tingled, Chen Yuan hurriedly walked back, met the dark golden eyes, and couldn't see any emotion.
Li Zhouwei didn't say a word, his eyes were calm, and he forced him to the corner step by step, and then he said the first sentence:
"Don't look at me with that look."
Chen Yuan paused, restrained the expression on his face to the extreme, and quickly disguised himself, and those cunning, contemptuous, and judgmental actions were all gone.
But he felt that Li Zhouwei's hand was getting tighter and tighter, and the halberd moved forward, and when he hit it hard, Chen Yuan only felt incredulous, and said wildly in his heart:
"He's crazy!"
"Pfft."
The halberd poked into the wooden wall behind him, Chen Yuan's heart finally frightened like a landslide, sweat flowed down his head and face, his legs were pumped, and he knelt down softly, and then he lowered his head, but his chin was lifted by the person in front of him.
He was forced to look at those dark golden eyes, seeing that the large and small ring-like objects in it were gently contracting, as if they were black rings falling in the golden water, rising and falling.
Li Zhouwei saw the look of horror from his eyes, so he silently let go of his hand and let Chen Yuan soft in front of him, while Chen Yuan barely supported himself, and vaguely saw three people standing quietly in front of the courtyard.
One person was wearing black gold armor and broad shoulders, while the other was dressed in white and carrying a sword behind him, without speaking, watching quietly, only an old man walked up quickly, supported the table, and asked:
"What's going on!"
Chen Yuan's blood mixed with ink dripped from Li Zhouwei's forearm little by little, and the boy replied with his hands clasped:
"My lord, it's just playing and playing."
Li Xuanxuan sighed, waved, let the white ape waiting outside the courtyard come in, and said in a low voice:
"Take it down first and use a meditation spell to soothe it, this child is frightened, I'm afraid he needs to rest for a while."
Chen Yuan was picked up by the white ape and quickly carried out of the yard, Li Xuanxuan frowned and looked at the mess on the ground, casually pinched a few spells, and used mana to arrange various objects before sitting down.
Waiting for Li Xuanfeng to sit down, Li Xijun sat down with a smile on his lips, made tea, and said softly:
"This kid from the Chen family... It's a bit interesting."
Li Xuanfeng only observed Li Zhouwei carefully and said casually:
"It's a bit fierce."
Li Xuanxuan was silent, but Li Xijun showed no worries and said with a smile:
"More than cunning, not enough cautious, arrogant in relying on talent, can't bow your head, you have to be talented, you can kill people and start a career in today's world, but sooner or later you will die of arrogance."
Li Xijun said this, Li Xuanxuan nodded slightly, but Li Zhouwei, who was sitting obediently on the side, blinked, as if he understood that he meant something else, and accepted it silently.
"I just hope that I can change after suffering setbacks."
Li Xuanfeng moved his cup and said in a low voice:
"This kind of person can't be changed, just like Gani Xi back then, everything is used lightly, no one is an enemy, and when a big event comes, it is just death."
Li Xuanxuan pondered for so long, and finally opened his mouth and replied softly:
"This child of the Chen family can only be subdued by my family's heir."
Li Xuanxuan diverted the worries of several people with one sentence, touched Li Zhouwei with a smile, and said softly:
"It's only been less than two years, and it's already the second layer of the fetal interest Chengming Wheel."
Li Xuanfeng had been observing him carefully, and after a long time, he said:
"I have been running back and forth between Southern Xinjiang and the East China Sea these days, and I have paid special attention to many things, so I will explain it clearly to you."
He paused and said softly:
"The first is this Mingyang, in the past, Taoism was scarce, only a few overseas islands had Mingyang leftovers, but now because of the East Fire, there are Mingyang foundations at home and abroad, and they are gradually becoming known."
"This foundation is the most suitable for descendants, but practitioners often have a fierce temperament, either becoming more domineering, or more stubborn, and are affected by the immortal foundation."
Li Xijun frowned slightly, thinking of Li Ximing on the mountain, Li Xuanfeng continued:
"In yin and yang, 'Ming Yang' corresponds to 'Jueyin', and Taoism complements and clashes, so pay attention to one or two."
"Wu Guo is close to the West Sea to the northwest, called Jizhong, there is a Chen Guo, also known as the country of daughters, and the practice is 'Jueyin'.
Li Xuanfeng instructed, Li Xijun nodded silently, the old man casually said something about recent things, Li Xijun was very alert and asked:
"I don't know about the Golden Gate Situ Chen..."
Li Xuanfeng's face did not change color, and he said no:
"It has nothing to do with me."
The young man in white nodded thoughtfully, while Li Xuanfeng pulled Li Zhouwei and asked:
"Wei'er, Mingyang is a domineering way to govern people, I heard that it helps to practice, and you will need to take care of the affairs at home in the future."
"Zhou Wei understands."
Li Zhouwei nodded, Li Xijun finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked:
"Why... Brother Ming practices Mingyang, but it is a little different from many descriptions."
Li Xijun explained the situation before and after Li Ximing, Li Xuanfeng twisted his beard and said softly:
"I don't think Xi Ming is the material for cultivating Mingyang! Mingyang is the Tao of entering the world, like Xiyu and Chengliao to cultivate with such a mind, he should cultivate some Taoist traditions such as the Twelve Qi and Yuzhen, but the current mind is inconsistent with the Taoist system, and it goes against his will everywhere, but it is boring."
"So that's how it is!"
Li Xijun only felt numbness in his hands, so he put the jade pot on the table in a daze, and suddenly remembered that one moonlit night, Li Ximing seemed to have a premonition of something, and gently handed [Jin Yang Huangyuan] to him, wanting to exchange the exercises of the two.
A burning pain rose in the young man's heart, and his voice was low and deep:
"I'll wait... How can I understand, I just hope to leave the best for him..."
Li Xuanxuan listened from the sidelines, looking at Li Xijun's appearance, a rare anger rose on his face, and he only said:
"Don't say who blames whom! How can such a thing happen!"
Li Xuanfeng read the blame from his brother's gaze and said softly:
"I shouldn't have said that the grade of the "Minghua Huang Yuan Jing" at home is extremely high now, and Ximing has never suffered a loss, even if he chooses it himself, he will choose a higher grade for his great road."
Li Xuanfeng didn't know that Li Xijun and Li Ximing had thought about exchanging exercises when they were young, but Li Xijun remembered clearly, his face quickly regained his calm, and he said in his heart:
"These two pieces...... I'm sorry for Brother Ming."
Li Xuanfeng only talked for a moment, without delay, got up and took out his bow, and said to several people:
"I'll go first, and I'll go home and take a look in a few years."
Li Xijun and Li Xuanxuan sent him out together, Li Xuanxuan was in a good mood, and did not notice that the calm appearance of his nephew and younger brother on the side was full of turbulent waves and sadness.
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Steep Fushan, Song family.
The Song family's territory is in the south of the Mushroom Forest Plain and the north of Helin County, and the territory is neither big nor small, and it can be regarded as a long-standing family.
The Song family's current territory is a bit disproportionate to its own strength, especially after the fall of the last foundation builder, the mere Qi training family should not occupy such territory.
It's just that the Song family once had a female cultivator, who would rather commit herself as a concubine and marry a disciple of the Immortal Sect who came down from Qingchi Mountain at that time, and later this disciple became the head of Qingchi, and the Song woman also benefited from breaking through the foundation, and the Song family developed all of a sudden.
I never thought that this disciple named Chi Wei would later break through the Purple Mansion, and this blessing would last endlessly, even if Song Nu was just a concubine, she would be able to keep her family prosperous for a hundred years.
"It's a pity that future generations are not up to the task, and they have come to such a point!"
Yuan Hu stood quietly in the noisy courtyard, his appearance was much younger than Yuan Huyuan, his eye sockets were sunken, and his nose was higher, making him look a little gloomy.
The courtyard below greeted and laughed, but no one dared to come forward to talk to him, only the head of the Song family stood behind him with a flattering face, saying something painless or itchy.
Yuan Fuyao was dressed in a red robe, standing in the courtyard with a smile, his childhood sweetheart was wearing a hijab in the backyard, he could be described as a spring breeze, treasures and beauties were all in his pocket, his face was slightly red, showing his color.
Yuan Hudu squinted his eyes quietly, observing back and forth in the courtyard, and soon saw an old man in black and gold armor standing on the very edge, standing with his hands folded, looking coldly at the scene in front of him.
Yuan Hudu did not use his spiritual consciousness to test it, but intuitively felt that this person was unusual, so he quickly asked someone to come up and said softly:
"Go and check, which one in the Li family has white hair and gold."
Yuan Hu vaguely guessed who he was, at least nine out of ten was the Li family who came, but he was not afraid at all, and even expected it earlier.
"I can really endure it, I have been wandering outside every day during this time, and I have finally waited for you!"
Yuan Hu thought that he would definitely not be able to bear this tone if he changed himself, and he understood that the Li family would come sooner or later, but he was waiting for the Li family to come.
"If you break off the engagement, can you kill me, it's nothing more than a scolding, it's best to fight and even injure me."
The more stiff the two families quarreled, the more obvious the meaning to the Chi family, anyway, no matter how they couldn't lose their lives, Yuan Hu was so happy.
"It's just that no matter who it is... Even if it's Li Qinghong... Don't be this fierce god..."
When his subordinates came up and whispered a few words, Yuan Hudu's face suddenly became ugly, and he murmured:
"Sure enough, it's him! [Jin Geng Gang Xian] Li Xuanfeng!"
Yuan Hu was not trained as a family master alone, and he was not as talented as Yuan Chengdun, he spent most of his life just cultivating to build a foundation, how could he not be afraid?
He was not very talented, and he was not good at fighting, he relied on elixirs when he broke through, and he could only rank in the middle of the clan cultivation, where was Li Xuanfeng's opponent! Even if Li Qinghong came, he could most likely take his life within a hundred rounds.
Yuan Hu exhaled deeply, and when he looked closely, he found that those eyes that were not angry and self-assured were already looking at him.
"Damn it!"
Yuan Hu showed a reluctant and stiff smile, and the hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly grabbed the sleeve.
Finally, he saw the man step by step, approaching little by little in the crowded laughing crowd, and the crowd unconsciously separated a path, allowing him to move forward calmly.
Yuan Hudu seemed to have only the cold sound of the black gold boots stepping on the ground in his ears, and he forcibly resisted the urge to run away and pretended to stand calmly.
Li Xuanfeng walked all the way to him, until Yuan Hu could clearly see the lines of the black gold spirit armor on his body, and then he saw him slightly tilt his head and said quietly:
"Yuan Hudu?"
This cold voice was very clear in the noise, making him break out in a cold sweat.