Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1119 Pear Garden
"West Sea..."

Li Suining was not unfamiliar with this name, and even felt a little dazed.

In the second life, Li Zhouwei also came to ask him, but at that time he had not been in a coma for a year. Instead, he had met Li Xuanxuan and dealt with the affairs of the west bank. When the King of Wei came to ask him, he was really embarrassed.

Because in the first life, Li Zhouwei and the other person had never been to the West Sea. If they had been there, it was only because Li Ximing had suffered a great loss in the West Sea in his early years and was unable to go there due to some strange circumstances. Li Zhouwei did not kill Guangchan and was still recovering from his injuries during this period.

The situation is completely different now.

He considered it over and over again, and finally gave his approval.

"Western Shu and Xiangxiong were fighting fiercely. Whether it was Xihai, Boluoduo, or even Longdi and Moxi, there were all disturbances, but there were also opportunities to profit from the chaos."

Therefore, in order to obtain Bi Chen Shui, Li Ximing and his companions went to the West Sea. Although Li Suining had not yet possessed the Dongtian at that time and only had the trust of Li Zhouwei, he did not know the details, but he had not heard of any injuries to Li Zhouwei and others.

'With the combined power of Zhao Jing Zhenren and King Wei, they are not enough to dominate the sea where many geniuses are born, but in that remote place, there are really few people who can afford to offend them! '

After all... the West Sea is not big, and it is difficult to control the wind. It is not a place suitable for the younger generation to practice. It is only better than the outer sea. What kind of characters are hiding in the West Sea? Either Yang Ya's people have no heart to seek the truth, no idea of ​​a sect, and only hope to be a local emperor behind closed doors, or Qing Yan's people are cultivators who have offended big people and practiced taboos and dare not go out.

As for the lower-level cultivators, they are scattered here and there, and most of them are demon cultivators.

In other words, this time Li Suining can tell Li Zhouwei honestly that the result of the trip to the West Sea was good!
Not only that, many years later, Li Suining also saw Li Quewan taking the [Xuan Gu Jiang Shui] practice method in the secret realm to suppress her injuries, and once heard her sigh:
"This water was refined by a real person in the West Sea. Unfortunately, I had not yet come out of retreat and could not assist. I did not add a little precious soil to reconcile the water and wood. If I had this little precious soil, I would have been able to correct it... Unfortunately... it is broken at the root."

Li Suining asked at the time:
"Refined in the West Sea... but with the help of the [Bi Ting Qing Yan Treasure Cauldron] in my aunt's hand?"

Li Quewan nodded and said:
'That Yin Yi San was very treacherous. He took a spiritual object back with him, but he only sent back one of the promised [Xian An White Flower]. He said that the spiritual atmosphere had changed and we should sort it out with him. Since he couldn't explain it, he might as well cut down the spiritual root!'

Li Suining also had some understanding of the latter. Originally, he had made an agreement with a monk from the West Sea. However, later on, the spiritual atmosphere in the West Sea changed, and this man refused to send the person to the lake. It was unknown whether this was true or not. By that time, the dispute between the North and the South was as tense as a string, and no one had time to care about this monk from the West Sea.

"Is it possible that the lone man saw that his family was unable to afford to go to the West Sea to ask for it? That's why he was hesitating and talking about this and that and not sending anyone."

He carefully sorted out his thoughts and replied:
"This is a good thing, but there is not enough soil. Judging from the divine power, it should be used to refine spiritual objects. It would be better to add more precious soil."

Li Zhouwei saw that what he said was so accurate, and he looked thoughtful.
"A piece of precious land..."

Li Suining immediately understood what he meant, and immediately regretted why he did not ask Li Quewan how much the so-called one piece of precious land was:

"It seems that I need to ask everything clearly from now on... so as not to cause trouble again..."

Li Zhouwei immediately understood and replied:

"I understand. So there are such considerations. It is not enough to just invest spiritual objects. How about this... If there is something to refine spiritual objects, I will postpone it if possible until Que Wan comes out of retreat. If there is something that cannot be postponed, I will consider adding some precious soil."

Li Suining's eyes lit up when he heard this. He moved the files on the table, picked up the teapot, served him tea, and said:

"That's one thing... The second thing is that there should be a division of spiritual roots, which may cause changes in the spiritual atmosphere. I hope that the real person can settle the matter at once. At worst, he can just plunder some natural resources... cut down trees for materials..."

"it is good."

The color in Li Zhouwei's eyes became clearer. He took his tea, nodded slightly, and said after a long while:
"Tian Su is quite capable... No wonder Senior Changdie was able to thrive as a casual cultivator..."

"I can't compare with my predecessors..."

Li Suining could only lower his head, his heart was filled with mixed feelings, but he saw Li Zhouwei staring at him, with bright colors in his golden eyes:
"Are you injured?"

Li Zhouwei's eyes were so sharp that he could tell with just one glance that Li Suining's foundation was damaged and his life span was shortened. This was not an ordinary thing!

For Purple Mansion cultivators, it means life, but for cultivators below Purple Mansion, the term foundation is more familiar, which usually refers to escaping from a life-and-death battle, or suffering excessively severe injuries... Once this situation occurs, it will not only be difficult to make up for it, but it is also very likely to affect subsequent practice and breakthroughs!
The injuries and loss of lifespan that Li Xuanxuan suffered in the market that year were extremely harmful, and now the situation on Li Suining was even more peculiar. In Li Zhouwei's opinion, it seemed that a lot of his lifespan had been damaged. The greater price that should have been paid on his body seemed to have been paid by the favor of Tiansu on him...

The issue of lifespan is serious and irreversible. For the Purple Gold Demon Sect, unless one surrenders one's true spirit to Shi Tu, becomes a vassal, and switches to practicing another path, there is basically no cure. Only a few magical powers can be increased, but they are few and far between.

"Although it is serious, at least it does not have a big impact on cultivation... I don't know if Senior Changdie has it, but seeing as how he was able to break through the Purple Palace... Even if he has it, it is of this kind that will not have a big impact..."

He spent a short moment thinking about this. Li Suining was stunned at first when he heard what he said, then he remembered the blood he spat out when he woke up, and quickly smiled and shook his head:

"It's not really an injury! It's just that something went wrong in my training..."

What kind of mistake would cost you your life and shorten your lifespan?
Li Zhouwei frowned, and quickly thought of his one-year retreat and his natural response when he mentioned Liu Changdie. He already had the answer in his mind:

'When I asked him about Tiansu at that time, he was still confused, but now he seems to be familiar with it...'

But Li Zhouwei did not expose him, but whispered:
"Don't rush for quick results... Take your time with this."

Li Suining was shocked. Looking at the pair of golden eyes, he didn't know how to answer. Li Zhouwei's tone had a bit of inexplicable meaning. He smiled and said:
"The 'Si Tian' sect is about heaven's calculations, and you and I are about human calculations. We have to try to know which one is better."

……

The night was thick, but the courtyard was extremely quiet. A long voice of resentment rose and fell, and the lingering sound lingered in the air.

"One family's blood, one year's hatred - I knocked on the doors of my ancestors, but how come there is no news? Could it be that the stars and the moon are gone... The loyal ones died, the treacherous ones survived, and if we follow the law of cause and effect, it will be a dark water that cannot cover the prison door!"

People in the Pear Garden stood side by side, looking up, all silent. Outside the courtyard, however, there was a flickering fire, with medicine being boiled on the roaring fire. An old man nearby had silver hair and beard, but was still strong. He gently waved a fan, waiting for the time to come, then added pills into the pot, poured out three times, let it cool, picked it up and went upstairs.

"How funny! How funny! Going to the ancestral monument, going to the ancestral monument, there is smoke everywhere, and walking through all the mountains and ridges, but I can't sleep every night..."

The lights in the attic were even dimmer, but there were not many spectators. There was only a table placed next to the fence, with a person lying on the table, and a young man standing next to the fence. There were several costumes hanging on the wall, and the dark red cuffs fluttered gently in the wind. The old man held a plate and said:

"Ancestor..."

Only then did the man at the table turn his gaze from the stage below to the stage. His hair and beard were all white, even a little dry, and he said:

"Shuya...put it down first."

"Yes."

Li Xuanxuan looked at him with his cloudy old eyes and said:

"Just let the servants do these things... You are old, so don't bother with them."

Li Shuya is Li Quewan's elder brother. He was once sent to serve Li Xuanxuan because of some troubles. Decades have passed in a blink of an eye. The young man has become an old man, but he is still meticulous.

Li Shuya felt the old man's poor health most directly. He looked at the cup and stood silently by the side waiting.

Li Xuanxuan had no choice but to pick up the cup, drink it hastily, put down the manuscript, and said:
"No matter how good the elixir is, it has a limit. It is no longer of any benefit. Report it to Jiang Zong and tell him not to send it here anymore."

"Yes."

Li Shuya silently took the cup and went out. Not long after, he heard the sound of medicine boiling and the clinking of porcelain stove outside. Li Xuanxuan could only sigh, his eyes quietly falling on the costumes hanging in the room.

This dress is all scarlet, embroidered with some gold, and worn with a colorful crown. In the opera world, actors wearing this dress usually refer to the rulers of the Li family. Sometimes they also carry a bow and a sword, such as in the recent tragedy of the Jiang and Yu families, "The Usurpation of Things", and the rise of the Li family, "The Exorcism of the Group of Evils".

'After all, in recent years, Jiangzong, Jiangqian, and Jianglong have all adopted a unified family head system, so it's not surprising that there is such a custom...'

Ever since the song "Hate the Passing Water" that year, Li Xuanxuan has been present at every folk song. Now, this song "The Usurpation Is Near" is a sad song, but there is also a costume hanging on the wall, which has another meaning - this song was composed by a direct descendant of the Li family.

It was this playboy who stood by the fence with his hands behind his back, never saying a word.

Li Zhouming.

Li Xuanxuan always had to meet with the younger generations. It was no secret that his health was gradually failing. Many people felt sympathetic or even sad, but only this playboy he met once a day, accompanied once every two days, walked with and ate with, and it seemed as if he was inseparable from her.

In his hand he held an extremely simple bamboo tube, in which were placed tokens of various sizes, each one a finger wide, with song titles written on them one after another, appearing particularly quaint under the faint light.

As the music became louder and louder, Li Zhouming turned around and found that the real person was already standing beside him in the darkness, with a bright light between his eyebrows, which shocked him.

Li Ximing waved his hand and looked at the actors on the stage below.

"Look! Look! The sorrowful tears flowed through the evil water, and he killed someone, but he said that the brothers had the same blood, and he lingered in several places, lingered in several places, and it turned out that he killed his brother - he taught his brother to be evil!"

Then he pretended to cry, and the two flags behind the actor who played the role of the young master of the Jiang family were thin and short, indicating that his cultivation was low. They were quickly carried away, marking the end of the first half of the play.

The music gradually faded away, and the old man had already stood up from his seat and said:

"The real person is here..."

Li Xuanxuan liked to call him Zhenren. It didn't sound strange, but more like pride. Li Ximing had gotten used to it over the years. He smiled and said:

"Seeing that Grandfather is so elegant, I feel more at ease."

Li Xuanxuan just shook his head, sighed, and said:

"The situation is urgent now. Don't worry about me. I'm already old enough, how can I not take care of myself?"

The old man looked a little worried:
"It's just that the real person came to look for me late at night, and I don't know what happened..."

Li Ximing smiled, his eyes swept across the vermilion clothes on the wall, and said:
"Father, you misunderstood. It's my grandson who is going to the East China Sea. It's not a major matter. I just received a letter from Senior Liu, so I took you with me to meet him and the An family and Li disciples on the island... They miss you very much, too."

The old man hesitated for a while and said:
"this…"

But Li Zhouming came over, held the old man's hand affectionately, and said:

"Didn't the old man mention Senior Liu a few days ago? He has already achieved the Purple Palace, but he can't come to the lake. It seems that he misses you very much..."

Li Xuanxuan sighed and said with a smile:

"I am afraid of mobilizing a large army and troubling the real person."

Li Ximing shook his head and waved his hand slightly. Then a green light jumped out from his sleeve and turned into a handsome boy on the ground. He helped the old man up affectionately and said:
"Does the old man remember me?"

Most of the old people like this childlike character. Li Xuanxuan only took a look and laughed:

"The Persimmon Tree became a Taoist, but it didn't want to be so naughty!"

Li Ximing couldn't help but smile. He lifted his sleeves and the thick darkness spread out. In an instant, it flew into the void and sped away. The old man was helped up and sighed:

"Changdie is a man of ability."

Li Ximing smiled but said nothing, with a strange look on his face, and said:

"Your Excellency has recently shown great interest in short plays... I also heard Zhou Wei mention it once... something like 'Hate the Passing Water'..."

The old man's smile faded a little, as if he was worried. Li Ximing said quite naturally:
"I also went to listen to the opera privately once. The opera in the opera house was good. There were sighs, sympathy, and anger in the audience. But in my opinion... the tune was a little too sad."

Li Xuanxuan remained silent, staring at his grandson who had already shed his mortal body and achieved immortality, and listened to him say quietly:
"Ming'er is not doing his job properly. His mind is not on this, but he is actually a perceptive person. He can guess a lot without Grandfather telling him. Moreover... I heard that he was the one who composed the tune for "Hate the Passing Water". How could he not know that the lyrics and music are wrong now?"

Li Xuanxuan said nothing, but listened to Li Ximing:

"And... this tune, I think it's not suitable to spread too far. Que Wan is still okay, but Jiang Qian is a suspicious person, I'm afraid it will cause trouble."

The old man said:
"I understand."

There was silence in the void, and an empty echo. After an unknown amount of time, the immortal slowly looked away, closed his eyes tightly, and opened and closed his lips without making any sound:

'A little bit of immortality is the most real.'