Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 208
"In the third month of spring, the Yu family hid it in a precious pearl with magical techniques, and put it in the green crow. It was dug up by the servants and presented to the son Xiu. Sometimes thunder and fire came out, and the house collapsed, and Xiu Sui died."

Li Yuanyun has grown up a lot, his black hair is also tied up, and he has the appearance of a boy. He looked up at the half burnt wooden slip, his eyes felt sore, and he continued to write:

"A lot of the people mourned, and everyone knew nothing about it, so they knew that the young master of Yu's family was vicious and vicious."

Li Jingtian was pregnant, leaning on the table and squinting his eyes sleepily, Chen Donghe had already returned to the mountain to take care of his wife, he picked up two oranges and peeled them under the setting sun, the pale golden setting sun fell on the white robe of the middle-aged man, A few golden spots lit up.

"Auntie, take a look."

Li Yuanyun presented the finished book, Li Jingtian looked at it, and said softly:
"can."

Li Yuanyun took it again, checked it twice, then put down the pen, picked up the half-burned wooden slip and looked at it. The characters on it were burnt black, and only scattered strokes remained. A few complete words are a signature.

"...Gift to Brother Cloud"

Li Yuanyun was still looking at the wooden slip in his hand, Li Jingtian on the side took the orange handed over by Chen Donghe, and said in a low voice:

"Yun'er, in the current situation, there is no one in charge at home, so you have to go down the mountain to do something..."

Li Jingtian's words were straightforward. Li Yuanyun knew that Li Jingtian was asking him if he intended to be the head of the family. He shook his head and replied:

"My nephew doesn't have this idea. Firstly, my nephew doesn't like to take care of things. Secondly, there is brother Jiao here. He has a spiritual aperture, so he is more suitable than me."

"A mortal is too weak in front of a cultivator. If a mortal were to take care of this cultivator who is breathing in the fetus, it may damage the dignity of my family."

Li Yuanyun explained his concerns, and Li Jingtian nodded slightly, and replied softly:

"Too."

She looked at Li Yuanyun who was reading with his head down, and continued:

"It's just that you have reached your age. If you stay on the mountain all year round, you probably won't find a woman you like..."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Chen Donghe, who obediently peeled the oranges, and asked:
"Is there a Lingqiao child of the right age at the foot of the mountain?"

Chen Donghe raised his head and thought for a while, then replied softly:
"No, the young ones haven't grown up yet."

Li Jingtian thought for a while, and had no choice but to give up, leaning against the desk and narrowing his eyes sleepily, both Li Yuanyun and Chen Donghe fell silent, the setting sun in the courtyard was golden, and only the sound of her even breathing was left.

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"Homeowner."

With the white cloth still tied on his forehead, Li Xiewen arched his hands towards Li Xuanxuan who was at the side, and said in a low voice:
"Shanyue sent someone here."

"Oh."

Li Xuanxuan raised his eyebrows, his face was still in his 30s, but his expression was quite tired, he looked much older, he thought for a while, and asked:

"What happened to Li Moli's heirs left behind in the Li family?"

Li Xuanxuan and Li Xiewen are old partners. Although they haven't run a house for a while, they are familiar with the road. Li Xiewen made preparations before going up the mountain, and said respectfully without thinking:
"All of you are only three or five years old, and you can't see anything. They are studying together in the school of the children of the clan."

"I see, let people come up."

Li Xiewen withdrew in response, and Li Xuanxuan sat back in his seat, polished the ink, and spread out the talisman paper to draw the talisman.

Li Xuanxuan is now dealing with affairs on the mountain. It takes a long time to go up and down the mountain, and he has to pass through the Sunny Xuanguang formation, which is a lot of trouble. Then people entered the small courtyard.

The second talisman in Li Xuanxuan's hand was not finished yet, the bright red tip of the brush was outlined on the light yellow talisman paper, the messenger did not dare to make a sound, knelt down on the ground and waited tremblingly for a moment, Li Xuanxuan finally drew the pen Lifting, heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded with satisfaction.

Li Xuanxuan's current success rate of drawing talismans is two to three out of ten, and now he has succeeded twice in a row, which is rare, so he thought to himself:
"Since I made a breakthrough in Qi training and completed the "Dongquan Che Ling Jue", this technique is quite compatible with the talisman technique, and it has become more and more smooth to draw talismans!"

Only then did he raise his head to look at the envoy, and seeing him dressed in white with a layer of sackcloth, Li Xuanxuan said in a low voice:

"Why did the messenger come?"

"The king of Shanyue was very sad when he heard that his son Xiu was killed, so he asked his subjects to bring tribute and offer 360 slaves for his son's funeral..."

Now that Shanyue has become a vassal, the envoy no longer dared to call Li Moli the king of my family, but called him the king of Shanyue, and even called himself a subject, with a low posture. Li Xuanxuan frowned after hearing this, and said in a deep voice:

"My family doesn't like the idea of ​​burial, so the slave will be sent back."

"Yes."

The envoy was stunned, kowtowed his head hastily, knelt down on the ground, Li Xuanxuan raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and asked:
"What else?"

The envoy was sweating profusely, with the white clothes sticking to his body, revealing his bronze-colored rough skin, and replied:
"The king of Shanyue has sorted out the affairs of the country these days, and the people's livelihood has settled down. He just feels lonely and lonely without a son and a half daughter to serve him. His four sons and a daughter are still in the east, so he thinks... then thinks... then Let's go back together..."

The messenger knelt down and shivered, but Li Xuanxuan didn't say a word, stared at him quietly, and thought to himself:
"Moli probably didn't notice the problem with the exercise, but just thought about whether he could take these protons back and cultivate them one or two times."

Li Xuanxuan raised his head and said in a low voice:

"Then take the princess back."

The envoys below hesitated slightly. Li Moli didn't care about his daughter. He only wanted to bring back a few boys, but he didn't dare to say more. He got up as if he had been pardoned, and said repeatedly:
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Ah."

Li Xuanxuan responded, the man hurriedly retreated, Li Xiewen stepped forward and handed over a piece of cloth.

"Several spiritual objects offered by Dongshan Yue are recorded together, most of which are things of the fetal breath level."

Li Xuanxuan took it over and looked at it, then thought twice, sneered, and said in a low voice:
"Ling Ling always looks like a lot, and they will not exceed three spirit stones together. Judging from the news we have found out, it is not easy for Li Moli."

Li Xiewen nodded next, while Li Xuanxuan took out another talisman paper, outlined it with a vermilion pen, and thought to himself:

"Moli won't be able to discover the sequelae of this exercise for a while. After he has been married for more than ten years, he will definitely find out that something is wrong, and then he will rush to find a son."

In front of Li Xuanxuan's eyes, Li Moli appeared again, holding a sledgehammer and shooting thunderously. He was a little worried, and thought deeply:

"If Father Zhong fails to break through, he should be besieged and killed. "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is a profound skill after all. Although this person swallows miscellaneous energy, it should not be underestimated. After all, how much does Shanyue have? With a population of [-], a disturbance at a critical moment can be a disaster."

(End of this chapter)