Chapter 92: Fight for the True Dragon [Second Update]

"Hao'er."

Seeing Li Hao, Li Tiangang showed a smile on his face and said: "Let's go, follow my father to the ancestral hall to visit our ancestors."

"Okay." Li Hao nodded.

After leaving Shanheyuan, the two of them walked in the air, one behind the other, towards the deepest part of the Divine General's Mansion.

In front of the ancestral hall on the hillside, Li Tiangang and Li Hao in white flew over, landed on the square outside the ancestral hall, and then walked towards the magnificent ancestral hall, which carried the millennium of glory of the Li family.

"Fifth Master!"

Li Hao saw Fifth Master Li Qingzheng at the door of the ancestral hall and immediately called out.

Hearing Li Hao's call, the solemn Li Tiangang's face changed slightly, and he immediately frowned. He glanced at Li Hao, who was already one step ahead of him and trotting towards his fifth uncle in the ancestral hall.

"It's Hao'er."

When Li Qingzheng heard Li Hao's cry, his eyes lit up slightly and he turned his head with joy:

"Why did you think of coming over to see me?"

Then he noticed the tall man behind Li Hao: "Well, Tiangang is back too."

"Fifth Master, with your chess position, Heizi is going to lose again." Li Hao glanced at the chessboard in front of Fifth Master and suddenly smiled.

Fifth Master bared his teeth slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, the winner has not been decided yet."

At this time, Li Tiangang came over. His face was solemn and respectful, and he bowed slightly:

"Uncle Fifth, how are you doing lately?"

Li Qingzheng paid no attention to Li Hao, the hateful boy who watched chess and talked too much. He looked up at Li Tiangang and said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. You have grown a lot stronger. Why do you still have a beard? In Yanbei How was your stay there, was it hard?”

"fine."

Li Tiangang smiled: "It's just a little bit of wind and sand. I'm used to it. I often go to war outside the Great Wall. I don't have time to clean it up, so I'm used to keeping it."

Hearing this, Li Hao raised his head and glanced at him. Sure enough, compared with the vague figure in his memory, his father now had changed from a tall and handsome young man to a middle-aged man with a beard.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to lack some care for his father.

"You've grown up, you're not as naughty as you used to be."

Li Qingzheng said with a smile, with a little emotion in his eyes.

The young men of the past have grown up, and they are also old.

Although they can live for a long time in their realm, the difference between the human race and the demon race is that the demon race's longevity is similar to hibernation, and most of the battles are just for hunting and filling their stomachs.

Most human beings only live two words in their lives:

Favor.

Where there is love, there is desire, so the human race fights everywhere, performs chivalry, and competes for fame, which results in injuries all over the body. Some old injuries have not healed, and new injuries have been added, so life span will also be reduced.

It is not difficult to live a long life. If you live within the territory, enjoy wealth and honor, do not touch weapons and swords, and become a living Bodhisattva, you can live in freedom for hundreds or even thousands of years.

However, in this whirlpool of rivers and lakes in the city, it may be extremely difficult to stand tall in it for hundreds of years without killing anyone.

For example, if your neighbor who has been with you for a long time gives you some eggs and vegetables from time to time, but one day he is bullied by evil people, if you can't stand it, you will get involved.

If you can continue to look at it, your Taoist heart may be damaged and you may feel unhappy.

Hundreds of years are so long.

"After all, I am a father."

Li Tiangang smiled, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

The wind and frost of the years will make that young and soft heart continue to be polished by the wind and frost until it develops calluses and becomes harder and more restrained.

"Fifth Uncle, I'll bring Hao'er here to pay homage to our ancestors and ask them about the true dragons of this generation."

Li Tiangang stopped talking about old times and returned to the topic.

Li Qingzheng also expected the purpose of his coming here, nodded slightly, and looked at Li Hao next to him.

His eyes also became soft and smiling, and he said: "Hao'er is extremely talented, surpassing Brother Qin Jiu. He is the fastest person in our Li family to reach the fifteen-mile realm in thousands of years. It can be said to have broken the record."

"Back then, Jun Ye became the true dragon of your generation. Unfortunately, he died young and you were in charge temporarily."

"But Hao'er's generation is truly unparalleled. It is so far ahead of others that no one can even catch up."

Hearing Uncle Wu's praise, Li Tiangang smiled on his face.

Indeed, in terms of talent, his son is the best!

And this also made him feel proud and proud in his heart.

"Go ahead."

Li Qingzheng said with a smile.

Li Tiangang nodded, bowed to him again, and then turned around and led Li Hao to the futon in the ancestral hall.

"Li Tiangang, the one hundred and seventh generation descendant of the Li family, comes to pay homage to his ancestors!"

"Li Hao, the one hundred and eightth generation descendant of the Li family, comes to pay homage to his ancestors!"

A father and a son knelt down and kowtowed together.

In the ancestral hall, many tablets suddenly trembled and glowed slightly, and souls appeared on them.

Li Hao raised his head after praying. He didn't take a closer look last time, but this time he saw that although there were many ancestors' souls enshrined here, there were also many tablets, but they were dim and dull, and no heroic souls appeared on them.

Among them, a familiar name is engraved on the nearest tablet:

The god of Li Junye, the 107th generation descendant of the Li family.

On the left side of the tablet is the title: Marquis of Zhenguo.

On the right is the military position: General Tianming

This is the tablet of Uncle Ninth, but there is no heroic spirit emerging on it.

For other ancestors, the left and right sides of the tablets are filled with titles, military positions, or meritorious deeds. Only a few of them only had titles but did not join the army, so they wrote a eulogy on the other side.

If it were a tablet in an ordinary people's home, it would be even simpler. One tablet reads "The God's Table of Ancestors of All Past Dynasties", which directly summarizes all the ancestors and lineages, and worships them at once.

After all, most people are occasionally displaced from place to place. Over time, their family trees are lost, so this is the only way.

Only a family that can be called a "noble family" can have a relatively complete genealogy and inheritance. The ancestors and clans are clearly written down and clearly recorded.

"Tiangang, I heard that you were fighting in Yanbei. How many demons did you kill?"

A chuckle came.

Li Tiangang looked up and saw his third uncle Li Xuanyin.

His heroic soul is still in its prime, only thirty years old, with a handsome face and a rich spirit like jade.

Li Tiangang's eyes fluctuated slightly. When he was a boy, his third uncle loved him the most. Unfortunately, his third uncle died young.

There were six brothers in my father's generation, but three of them died in the war, leaving only the second uncle, the fifth uncle, and the fourth uncle who had been away for many years.

My father and my third and sixth uncles have all passed away.

However, the heroic souls of father and uncle Liu have not returned yet, and are trapped in the Dead River, unable to escape.

Demon disasters have occurred frequently in the past hundred years. They have suffered heavy sacrifices guarding the border and cannot save them.

And even if you have the spare power, it will be difficult to do it, because it is the Youdu-level Minghe, and if you want to rescue it, you must clear the Minghe.

This is something that is difficult to achieve even in the Four Realms, unless it is possible to join forces with several others.

"My nephew has met my third uncle."

Li Tiangang bowed first and then said: "Almost all those who crossed Yanzhou were killed."

"good!"

Li Xuanyin burst out laughing. He hated monsters the most in his life, because the person he loved died in the hands of monsters, so he hated them deeply.

"Where's Qingqing, why didn't you bring her here?" Li Xuanyin asked.

Li Tiangang's face changed slightly and he whispered: "She's gone."

Gone... Li Xuanyin was slightly startled. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly noticed Li Hao next to him. He immediately stopped, and then his energy began to float, and he transmitted a message:

"Did you leave?"

Li Tiangang's expression remained unchanged and he replied: "Yes."

Li Xuanyin couldn't help but show a bit of regret on his face. He was quite satisfied with the niece-in-law, not to mention that she had a good identity. He was the first one to jump out and agree with her.

"You brat, you can't stop reminiscing about old times. Isn't he coming to talk about business?"

At this time, a scolding came from Li Xuanyin's head.

Li Xuanyin shrank his neck and turned around to look. When he saw it was his father, he couldn't help but smile and said:

"Dad, Tiangang is still here, and his son is also here, can you always give me some face?"

"I think you deserve a beating. Our trip to wake up will consume some energy. It's your business to use it up if you want, and let the ancestors also use it up. I want to fucking kick you!"

"Dad..." Li Xuanyin immediately lowered his head, a little aggrieved.

Li Hao was stunned.

The Third Master, who just looked like an elder and seemed to be steady and romantic, was actually being scolded like a grandson in the blink of an eye.

Oh, I should say son.

But having said that, this great-grandfather had a bit of a bad temper.

"What are you yelling about? Xuanyin only said a few words. What's wrong with reminiscing about the past? You only have so much energy. If you can't afford it, go back!"

At this time, above Li Xuanyin's great-grandfather, a shadowy figure of an old man with white hair and beard yelled angrily.

My great-grandfather, who had been grumpy just now, suddenly trembled and turned around helplessly: "Dad, this kid just needs to be dealt with..."

"I think you need to take care of yourself." Great-grandfather snorted coldly.

"You brats, what are you yelling about? Are you acting like elders? Let's get down to business. After that, I'm going to bed." Another voice spoke.

The great-great-grandfather's face changed slightly, he nodded quickly, and at the same time glared at his son.

The great-grandfather was a little helpless and turned around to glare at Li Xuanyin.

Li Xuanyin looked embarrassed, smiled at Li Tiangang, and did not dare to speak any more.

Li Hao couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

It's really lively to have hundreds of generations of ancestors gathering together.

The ancestors of the Li family made great achievements with the late emperor and established a thousand-year family. The thousand-year family is not just a thousand years old, but more than three thousand years ago. It is one of the two oldest among the five divine generals' mansions.

The Yu Dynasty has a history of more than 3,500 years, so it is now entering its twilight years.

It's a pity that the awakening of these ancestors' souls consumes energy, otherwise I will make a mahjong for them to play someday... Li Hao thought to himself.

Thinking about that scene made him happy.

"Thief Sun, do you dare to mess with your grandfather?"

"Tianhu? You dare to touch your ancestor's cards, I can't beat you to death!"

"Touch me? Come on, who is this little brat's son? Come and take care of it..."

Thinking of this, Li Hao's mouth felt a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

An ancestor's heroic spirit above spoke.

Li Tiangang nodded respectfully and said solemnly: "Tiangang came here today to ask all the ancestors to determine the number of true dragons."

"Tell me about this generation first." An ancestor hero said.

Li Tiangang nodded and immediately explained what he had learned from his sister-in-law in the past two days.

"In that case, there are not many qualified heirs in this generation, but your son's talent is so monstrous, he is better than us when we were young, and he can match several of them."

"If there is no suspense, there is really no need to dawdle, not to mention that we have already started practicing."

"But we can't just give it to him. We have to see his character and convince others. The selection will be the same as before, but the time can be advanced. Let's set it two months later to give others some time to prepare."

The ancestors discussed it quickly and made a decision.

Li Tiangang nodded and kowtowed respectfully again.

Seeing this, Li Hao followed suit and kowtowed.

"Boy, take good care of your son and don't let him become the next Jun Ye." Before leaving the ancestral hall, an ancestor from dozens of generations ago warned.

Li Tiangang nodded quickly.

The spirits of the other ancestors also gradually calmed down.

"Let's go."

Li Tiangang wanted to take Li Hao away.

Li Hao looked at Wu Ye and said, "Can I play with Wu Ye here for a while?"

Li Tiangang was slightly stunned and frowned, saying, "Wu Ye doesn't have time to play with you. The real dragon will be decided in two months. You still have a lot to prepare. Although you are the most talented, you can't be too inferior in other aspects, so as to avoid people's private gossip."

Li Qingzheng smiled and said, "Who dares to argue about Hao'er's talent? Tiangang, don't think too much, but I, the old man, won't delay Hao'er. You just came back, so you and your son should get along more."

Li Tiangang nodded and bowed to him and said goodbye.

Seeing this, Li Hao had to wave to Wu Ye and said, "Then Wu Ye, I will come to accompany you next time."

"Go, go." Li Qingzheng smiled and waved.

Then he watched the father and son walk away.

In the ancestral hall that had returned to silence, there were only countless silent tablets, the lonely chessboard in front of Li Qingzheng, and himself sitting alone.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the chessboard in front of him. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand, picked up a white piece and put it down, whispering:

"It's your turn."

After a moment, he reached out and grabbed a black piece from another chess box, and gently put it down while thinking.