Chapter 776 Thunderstorm

Li Minggong rested for a while and carefully healed his wounds. After a long time, Li Chenghuai came in from outside the palace. His expression was solemn, half happy and sad, and he whispered:

"Eldest sister, Situ Mo has died. I heard that the master of the family took action on Xianhu Lake. He killed Situ Mo first to avenge his death. Then he killed Yu Nanzi against the Changxiao six people and told the Changxiao disciples to retreat."

Li Minggong quickly raised his head, showing some relief from his hatred, and said worriedly again:

"What's next?"

Li Chenghuai replied:

"I heard that they were supported by the Cheng family and retreated to Wanyu."

Li Minggong immediately breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved, and replied:

"Just get away. Both ends are safe. Just ask him to stay outside... to save his life."

Li Chenghuai nodded, Li Minggong coughed and asked:

"I can't hold on for too long. I'm going into seclusion soon. Let's take care of your brother's funeral first so that the old man won't have to worry too much. Then I hope you can take a look at the house and make some decisions for them. Do you... have any plans."

Li Chenghuai hesitated immediately and replied:

"I hope to share the family's worries, but my younger brother's father is the master of the Zhutian Pavilion, and his mother is an immortal descendant of Qingchi. If I were to make the decision, I'm afraid it wouldn't look good... Ji Mai has always gone to Qingchi to practice, and I became the master of Qingchi. Du is already an exception, and there is no example of him presiding over continental affairs and being the head of a clan.”

Li Xizhi is the master of the Zhutian Pavilion, and he is valued and promoted by the Si family. He is definitely a monk from Qingchi. The Yang family is also an imperial clan attached to Qingchi. Li Chenghuai's identity is indeed a bit sensitive, but there is no one available in Li Ming Palace at the moment, so he can only He sighed and replied:

"Just keep it quiet and don't have to show your face. Now that things are over, no one will take action easily. I'm afraid someone has the intention to use you to drag the third uncle into the water and ask Qingchi to use the topic to get involved. Zifu is not here at home. Unable to resist, he ended up in a daze.”

Li Chenghuai said softly:

"My father was too involved in the collapse of the Chi family. Zhenjun has not returned, and Chi Buzi is away. I don't know what the end will be. That's why my father and Zhenren considered not returning to the family back then... It's better to be careful."

Li Minggong finally nodded and replied:

"This matter is not troublesome. After all, there is Cui Jueyin. He has strong cultivation, profound Taoism, and is the best in character and ability. With him watching over the clan, nothing will happen."

Li Minggong was just discussing with him. Seeing the music outside the palace, he didn't recognize him and asked quickly:

"Did you find Ding Weizuo?"

Qu Bushi looked strange, shook his head repeatedly, and replied:

"Guan Lingyin from Duxian Dao is here to see you."

Li Minggong was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and replied:

"Then... let her come up first."

Li Chenghuai frowned, took a step forward, and stood beside his eldest sister. Li Wen also hurriedly stepped back. The two of them surrounded the woman on the left and right, and then they saw the woman in colorful skirt entering the hall.

Guan Lingzhen did not come alone. Several escorting guests stayed outside the palace. Only Gongsun Baifan, who was wearing a raincoat, followed him. This woman finally recognized her and stopped at a distance, a little embarrassed. Half soft and half hard:

"I've met Fellow Daoist Li."

"Fellow Taoist, this is...?"

Li Minggong put away the fatigue in his expression and responded politely as usual. Guan Lingzhen then said:

"My family has a [Capital Bell] in the hands of a noble, and now I'm here to exchange it for it."

Although Du Xiandao seems to be capricious and has a changeable temperament, Li Minggong will never offend Du Xiandao now. It is too late to relent, so he only said softly:

"Fellow Taoist, please speak."

As soon as she said this, the little girl's temperament Guan Lingjin immediately put down her arrogance, relaxed her tense body, and replied:

"During the competition in the past, Situ Mo sent a guest from the noble family over. I, Du Xiandao, always entertained him with delicious food and drinks. Now I want to send him back as a thank you gift from the nobleman for returning the Du Dao bell."

'An prepares for danger...'

Li Minggong felt relieved suddenly, raised his eyebrows expectantly, and asked:

"Is this true?"

Guan Lingchen paused and whispered fluently:

"In the past, there were many frictions and misunderstandings. Most of them were instigated by Xuanyue and forced by Changxiao. They were forced to do so..."

She talked for a while. Li Minggong saw that she spoke fluently and did not look like someone who could say these words. She might have carried it from Guan Gongxiao's side. He waited patiently for her to finish speaking and took out the coin from his sleeve. A dark bell came and whispered:

"The magic weapon is here. Fellow Taoist, please help me."

Guan Lingzhen was immediately overjoyed and gave Gongsun Baifan a few words to let him go down. Not long after, Qu Wushi also came up. The old man walked around Guan Lingzhen, and when he reached the end of Liming Palace, he whispered:

"The Immortal Dao people at the foot of the mountain released An Keqing. His breathing is stable and he is not seriously injured. All his previous injuries have been healed."

Li Minggong handed back the magic weapon, and Guan Lingyin inspected it. He breathed a sigh of relief and left without saying anything more. After a few breaths, he finally saw An Siwei coming in from outside the palace.

An Siwei's breathing was steady, his clothes were clean, and the spear was slung behind him. He was still the same as when he left, except that his eyes were a little red, and his face had obviously aged in just one and a half years. There is no gray hair, but his temperament is obviously declining.

Du Xian Dao actually doesn't care much about An Siwei. In Guan Gong Xiao's eyes, An Siwei is just a guy who achieved enlightenment through spiritual atmosphere and jade essence and built a foundation by luck. He almost forgot it in the dungeon, but An Siwei's heart The struggle and anxiety became stronger day by day, tormenting him for a long time.

Now the Li family used a top-quality magic weapon to exchange him. It was too sudden. He was released suddenly. An Siwei was still a little uneasy and said:

"Thank you, sir."

As such an old man, An Siwei was actually more like an elder. Li Minggong only comforted him and whispered:

"Please rest for a while. There are still affairs on the Ming Palace side, so there are not many guardians left. The old man is worried on the other side. It is good news, let the old man hear it."

An Siwei bowed again and retreated quickly. Li Minggong managed to get up, got down from the main seat, looked at the thunder in the sky with some confusion, and said:

"Brother Huai, go catch some thunder and bring them back... seal them in bottles so that you can bury them in the family tomb."

Li Chenghuai took out a dark copper-colored vial from his sleeve and replied:

"I caught it yesterday..."

Li Minggong sighed and followed him out of the palace. Waiting in front of the main door was a young man with golden eyes and black hair and an ordinary appearance. He was the second young master Li Jianglong.

Li Jiangqian ordered to go down some time ago, and the arrangements at home have been completed. The few of them rode the wind in silence all the way to the lake. After crossing the river, the Fei family on the north bank had already hung up their white gauze.

Li Cheng guarded the North Bank back then and saved many of the Fei family members from Fuyun Cave. He spent a lot of time on the North Bank in those ten years, and the Fei family members were even more familiar with him, and he could be heard crying at this moment.

After crossing the north bank, the lake was completely deserted. Even though Li Chenghuai asked him to keep it as simple as possible, the ground was still white all around. It was surprisingly quiet, and there were no noisy cries until he reached the island.

A white cloth was hung in the hall, and there were many respectable old people on both sides. Young people and teenagers were kneeling under it. The coffin was placed in the middle, crying quietly, just waiting for something to come.

Li Minggong changed into white clothes, and as soon as he stepped into the main hall, he cried loudly, and every one of them howled. The people who were whispering to each other below saw her, and they all cried at the top of their lungs, with or without tears. Li Xuanxuan in the middle burst into tears.

There was a young man kneeling in front of the coffin, crying very sadly. Li Minggong stood aside silently, and the spiritual object representing the remains was sent up. Li Xuanxuan took charge of the affairs one by one, and the young man cried until he died. Almost fainted.

Li Minggong waited for a long time, and everyone looked at her, obviously waiting for her to announce her inheritance. She felt really uncomfortable, so she turned outside the palace. When the sun set, Li Chenghuai and the old man came out first, and then they started discussing.

Li Minggong was still a little hard to accept, but he still had to divide the things first to avoid problems, so he reluctantly asked in a low voice:

"My brother is not married, let alone have any heirs. Treasures like the [Six Thunders of Mysterious Punishment Order] must be returned to the clan. The remaining spiritual material, food, foundation-building weapons, and Qi training robes must all be passed down according to the law of inheritance." "It's quite valuable. Do you have someone to choose from?"

Li Chenghuai, who had been in charge of Qingdu, immediately replied:

"My elder brother once thought about this matter. He had no children, and he thought about adopting his brother's heir. The elder thought that he was not old, and was afraid that he would have a son later, which would cause unpleasantness, so he stopped it."

No one could have imagined that Li Cheng died so early. Li Xuanxuan had no tears left. He only clutched his sleeves and did not speak. Li Minggong asked:

"Who are your closest friends right now?"

Li Chenghuai replied:

"There are three of them. One of them is the closest one by blood. He is the youngest son of a clan brother. He is about to be adopted. He is now thirteen years old and has never seen his brother. The one who was crying to death in the hall just now is the clan brother. Bring this child here early in the morning and ask him to kneel down and take his place..."

Li Minggong's eyebrows were filled with worry and he whispered:

"Who do I think is...crying too hard! I'm afraid he's good at pretending and showing false feelings to others. Using this as his heir, I'm afraid my brother's reputation will be ruined."

Li Chenghuai continued:

"There are two others. The older one is also very close to my brother. He is good in everything, but he has a bad temper and is outspoken. He was kneeling in the hall just now and did not cry."

"There is another one who is younger and has a longer bloodline than the elder brother. For a period of time, he often visited his elder brother's house. I heard that his elder brother also liked him... but he went to the east coast to guard and did not come back."

Li Minggong was silent for a while and asked:

"I look at the scene in the palace. Most of the people in Zhouxing love their own family and their own family. There are only a few who love themselves. There are very few who are attracted to the clan. Instead, they all look like disciples of the sect. This is not limited to my family. Xiao Chen This is a common problem in aristocratic families, so it’s not a mistake at all. Let’s leave the orthodoxy to these three people and wait until we examine it carefully in the future… and then talk about inheritance.”

She hesitated for a moment and listened to Li Xuanxuan's voice:

"Gong'er... take all three of them to Zhouli and don't let them have other thoughts. It won't look good then."

After Li Xuanxuan said this, both of them nodded in agreement, and then they saw a slight commotion below, and hurried footsteps in the corridor. A man in red arrived late, pulling his white clothes to change while riding the wind, his face dressed up. He was somewhat handsome. When the old man looked at his face, his heart went cold and his lips began to tremble.

Li Chenghuai glanced quickly, and it turned out to be Li Ximing's grandson Li Zhouming. He disappeared just now. Li Chenghuai and Li Minggong both tacitly agreed not to mention it. Who knew that this child was bumping into the knife.

"Evil beast!"

After all, Li Xuanxuan had been practicing at the ninth level for many years. The old man lifted up his sleeves and caught him in mid-air. Li Zhouming wanted to take the opportunity to sneak in, but he never thought that the three of them were waiting at the door, and he felt panic in his heart.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to struggle, so he knelt down with a plop.

"You...you! Your uncle died for clan affairs. You...are so brave! You dare to be late for the funeral!"

Li Xuanxuan felt sad and angry in his heart. As the direct grandson of Zifu, Li Zhouming should have been the pillar of the family together with Li Zhouwei and Li Zhouluo. But now he is unable to achieve this kind of virtue, which makes his eyes black. .

Now the young man is only kneeling on the ground. The string of gold locks that Li Xuanxuan gave him when he was born is shaking and shining. His face is full of fear. He hugs Li Xuanxuan's legs and mourns:

"Master, don't be anxious...Master, don't be anxious! Worry about your health!"

His life was not bad, he was a bit smart, well-groomed, and had some grace if he wasn't kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. Li Ximing just disappeared, and Li Xuanxuan didn't want to do anything to him, he only had a cold face.

Li Minggong never liked him, so he turned his head away and let Li Zhouming talk to Li Xuanxuan on the ground.

'Harmful…'

After all, it was a funeral, so Li Xuanxuan gave him a kick and told him to get out. Li Chenghuai never commented on such matters, and even comforted the young man with a few words.

Li Minggong nodded sadly and glanced around the hall. As soon as the three people left, the crying suddenly became quieter, but there were still a lot of people crying hard. She was disappointed and couldn't help but say:

"I'm just afraid that the ambitions of six generations of my family will end up in the same group..."

"Ming Gong!"

The old man stopped her wooden stick in his hand and interrupted her words. Li Xuanxuan clearly had tears in his eyes, but his voice was very vigorous:

"There are so many people...it is inevitable that there will be mediocre people...weep here and then go back...The selection of candidates on the island is still very clear and fair, Jiangque is not bad at all, don't say those depressing words."

Li Minggong nodded quickly. Although Li Chenghuai said nothing at the side, he still had something to say in his heart and sighed secretly:

'If it weren't for Zhou Wei, Zhou Xing would be exhausted. If it weren't for the good children Zhou Wei gave birth to... how many people in Jiangque would be able to take action now? The boss likes to look at the bright side of everything...'

The three of them gradually became silent. The rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, and the water in the lake was turbulent. Li Minggong suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise, cast his eyes into the sky, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Someone broke through!"

Li Chenghuai also raised his head. His expression was much more surprised. He took a step forward, inspected a little, and looked at the eldest sister:

"'Jinglong King'!"

"Chen Yang has been in seclusion for several years and has already made a breakthrough! No wonder...it should be with the help of the power of [Intentional Chongxuan]."

The lake water rippled. Li Chenghuai nodded to his eldest sister, took off in the wind, and shuttled through the heavy rain for a moment. Sure enough, he saw a circling gray dragon rising from Qingdu Mountain, with teeth and claws, a fierce gaze, and an extremely long beard.

A young man dressed in black rose up on a dragon, with broad shoulders and long eyebrows, light gray eyes, and black hair disheveled in the heavy rain. He circled around and landed in front of Li Chenghuai. With a smile on his face, he cupped his hands and said:

"I've met my lord!"