Chapter 306 He Ming (Part 1)

Li Yuanyun is now in his mid-twenties and is dressed in brocade clothes. Although he is a mortal, he still has a good life relying on his father and siblings. He has given birth to three sons and two daughters, and they are flourishing.

Li Yuanyun was lower in the Yuan generation, but he looked to be in his thirties. Compared with his brothers and sisters who had been cultivating for many years and were still fifteen or sixteen years old, he aged so fast that his servants no longer called him Young Master, but Young Master. Call him master.

Li Tongya, who was at the head, looked pale and looked at his eldest grandson, kneeling blankly holding the wooden box.

Although the old man's vitality was sluggish, his eyes were still sharp and became more and more shining. His eyes stayed on Li Yuanyun's smooth and delicate hands for a while, silently.

These hands were white and stubby. They had never wielded a knife or a gun. Now even the calluses left by holding a pen when he was young were gone, revealing the luxury and tenderness of a carnivore. A trace of disappointment flashed in Li Tongya's eyes, and he said hoarsely:

"Yun'er, come up."

Li Yuanyun was as cautious and fearful as a child in front of this big father. He wiped the tears on his face, carefully moved up and knelt at Li Tongya's knees.

Li Tongya looked at him carefully, only to find some depressed melancholy between his brows, and no other bloody resentment, so he said:

"After you finish mourning for your father, go to Fangshi to start working."

"yes……"

Li Yuanyun didn't dare to say anything more, so he agreed in a low voice, holding the wooden box and retreating. Li Tongya looked at the faces of the juniors one by one and said warmly:

"Although this injury is serious, I can still survive for a few years. If I can find some spiritual objects like stalactites and jade liquid, I can survive for a few more years. Don't be careful, just let me do it."

"Ancestor..."

Li Yuanjiao offered the jade box with both hands, but Li Tongya gently pushed it away. The old man was extremely tired, but he still showed a little smile and replied:

"Just keep it."

He stood up gently, took off the Qingfeng from his waist, and hung the Qingchi Sword on his head. The Qingfeng had been warmed and cultivated for many years and had become a spirit of its own. As soon as it was taken away from his big hand, it immediately buzzed and swayed unsteadily. , Li Tongya turned around and said with some worry:

"Don't go out of your way to find any medicine for me, let alone think about blood sacrifices, think about yourself in everything."

"yes!"

All the juniors agreed. Li Tongya stood with his hands behind his back and walked slowly out of the hospital. He stepped on the green plank road paved by Li Xiangping back then and walked step by step towards the Meichi Mountain Cave House.

Several juniors came forward to comfort Li Qinghong in the courtyard, discussed Li Xuanling's funeral, and finally went down the mountain to get busy.

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As summer went to autumn and the rain became scarce, Li Xuanling's funeral was simply held on the mountain. The white silk hanging in the courtyard was only hung for a few months. As Li Yuanyun went to Fangshi, Li Qinghong guarded Yuting Mountain, and the white silk was quickly removed. Keep it simple.

The first batch of elders of the Li family have also passed away one after another, and they can hear about funerals every day. The Li family has long been used to it. It can take as little as half a month, as long as a few months, to end it hastily. It has already come to the season of harvesting spiritual rice, and there is no time to be busy. sad.

Dongshanyue.

Birds were chirping on Wutu Mountain, and newly polished stone benches and chairs were placed in the courtyard. Li Yuanjiao, dressed in plain clothes, sat quietly by the stone table. He put down the jade cup in his hand and whispered:

"It's been a long time since I last saw my cousin."

The middle-aged man at the bottom laughed, with a dark complexion, a jade crown on his head, wearing a robe, his eyes slightly purple, and said with a smile:

"I heard something, it was said that the ancestor killed Maha with his sword in Yanshan Mountain and achieved the sword essence. This rumor was flying all over the sky. Many people came to ask me to ask you, brother..."

"oh."

Li Yuanjiao chuckled, stared into his eyes with a smile, and replied:

"true."

"this!"

Mori originally had a relaxed smile on his face, thinking about hearing the truth from Li Yuanjiao. When he heard this, he felt like he was struck by thunder. He immediately sat up straight and said in disbelief:

"Then...that's Maha?!"

"He is the reincarnation of Maha."

Li Yuanjiao responded, and Mo Li almost couldn't hold the cup and murmured:

"Even if he is the reincarnation of Maha, how can he be able to defeat the foundation... Maha with the sword... Xu Yue is famous... Ancestor... Ancestor is really a god!"

Shou Moli is only at the third level of qi training. He uses miscellaneous qi to practice qi. Naturally, his progress is slow and he is easily surpassed by Li Yuanjiao. The small thoughts in his heart have long been extinguished. Now after hearing the news, he is actually like Yourong Yan. , his eyes flickered, and he said happily:

"good!"

Li Yuanjiao's expression did not change, and he raised his glasses with a smile and drank together. Moli looked excited and said in a loud voice:

"Since the destruction of Wushan Mountain, various cultivators have carved up Shanyue and established some kind of Xishanyue and some kind of Shanyue Kingdom. None of my Dongshanyue family takes it seriously. These Shanyue foundations clearly don't take the master's family seriously! Brother! I am always troubled in my heart.”

"Unexpectedly, in the past few days, these Shanyue countries have sent messengers to come to see them respectfully. I told them what was going on. It turned out that it was the ancestor who killed Maha with his sword and powerfully suppressed Xu Yue!"

After saying this, he took out several boxes, both of wood and jade, and arranged them one by one on the table. Mori said seriously:

"I have brought these gifts one by one, and I don't dare to have any intention of keeping them for myself."

"Brother, it's a joke."

Li Yuanjiao just scanned his spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual objects in several boxes appeared in his mind one by one. These mountain-mountain foundation builders were all masters who never saw rabbits or let go of hawks, and the spiritual objects they gave were only at the level of Qi training. How many Just a thought, put the box away.

The performance of Shao Moli was within Li Yuanjiao's expectation. As the monks who came here or passed by the Li family to congratulate him poured into Lijing Town, not only the King of Shanyue, but also several Wang surnames under the rule of the Li family were all excited and excited. Yourongyan is an unexpected surprise.

As Mori was old and talkative, he talked in detail about a bunch of little things about the Tian family and the Shanyue nobles. Li Yuanjiao listened carefully and nodded before sending him down the mountain.

Watching Hao Moli go down the mountain and ride away slowly on the honor guard of the King of Shanyue, Xiao Guiluan came from the house, Danfeng blinked slightly and said with a smile:

"This Mori is not as bad as the rumors say."

Xiao Guiluan now also has the peak level of fetal breath cultivation. She practices the Xiao family's direct lineage method of cultivating the wheel, which is a fourth-level method. It is one level better than the Li family's, so it is naturally faster to practice.

"After all, he has been sitting on the throne for more than ten years."

Li Yuanjiao put away the jade cup on the table, treated his wife much more gently, and said softly:

"It's a good thing that he keeps an eye on the Tian family and the Shanyue nobles."

Xiao Guiluan chuckled, sat down next to him, and said softly:

"The Xiao family also sent people here. The sisters who are familiar with my family were amazed. There are all kinds of strange rumors. It is said that my family is inherited from the sword. There is an immortal sword in the family, and the person who pulls out the sword can become the head of the family."

"Although your cultivation level is high, you are not recognized by the sword, so you have to be a young master. Yuan Ping is weak and sick, but his sword skills are so powerful..."

Xiao Guiluan spoke carefully, which made Li Yuanjiao laugh and replied:

"That group of casual cultivators with miscellaneous fetal breath love rumors the most. Can you believe this?"

"I don't believe it."

Xiao Guiluan lowered his eyebrows and said warmly:

"The family has always tabooed rumors about ancestors or inheritance, and they have always been tightly controlled by the clan's main court. Now this matter has become so widespread that it makes me doubtful."

"you say."

Li Yuanjiao's smile slowly disappeared. He turned back to look at her and saw her eyelids trembling. She looked at him with those red and phoenix eyes. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Xiao Guiluan said calmly:

"Ancestor...is he still in good health?"