Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 281 Branches

Only after Minghui shouted, the golden hall was already on the verge of falling, trembling everywhere, and bursts of magic light flowed out. He looked terrified, knowing that the Golden Core cultivator who was hooked up would definitely be able to hear it, and hurriedly shouted:

"Senior, spare your life! Senior, spare your life! Minghui's teacher is Jinlian Maha, and the Lotus School is the lineage of Dharma and Taoism. I only ask for the life of this little monk, and I will never step on the lake in the future!"

The golden palace swayed and slowly stabilized. Minghui Xukong performed the salute for a long time before he dared to get up and fly out for a while.

Minghui tried the newly grown arm, and looked into the golden palace magic weapon, only to see a ball of dazzling colorful light ups and downs. The sound, the handsome man and the dancing girl housed in it shouted loudly, like ants on a hot pot.

"Pity!"

These people were collected by Minghui from all over the world, and they spent a lot of thought in all kinds of postures across the entire north. Seeing that they were about to be scalded to death by the colorful light, Minghui cursed in a low voice, and said:

"Give up your skins and come to my temple! Now that I have cultivated into Maha, it is close in front of my eyes. When I cultivate into a paradise, you will be happy as well!"

So he raised the golden temple above his head, opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth and pink lips, his saliva glistened like dewdrops, revealing a faint fragrance.

He turned violently, and immediately rolled down a piece of fingernail-sized people, and fell into his mouth one after another. Minghui's white and flawless teeth were biting up and down, and broken limbs and pieces of flesh flew around for a while, and bright red traces were on his pink and tender skin. It flowed on his lips, but all the waiters in the upper hall were ecstatic and jumped into his mouth one after another.

After dozens of breaths, Minghui licked his lips and said with satisfaction:

"Replenish your vitality first, and then go back and ask Maha if you can keep my golden palace."

Minghui fearfully looked in the direction of Lijing Mountain, and didn't even dare to think about Li Qinghong. He walked through life and death once, and his heart was already terrified, so he thought to himself:

"This Li family is probably the work of some venerable, and I have never heard of it. I will go back and ask the master. Let's go! Let's go!"

It wasn't until Minghui left like a bereaved dog that all the turmoil was settled. Only the foot of Yuting Mountain was scarlet. From the threshold to the steps, there were all kinds of filth. Several neighbors worked together to clean up the filth all over the floor. They all went home in a hurry.

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Yuting Mountain has been under the rule of the An family for a long time, and it has only returned to the Li family these years. The people are used to living a hard life. The magic cultivator Murong Xia did not cause too much trouble. More than 100 people died. In the eyes of these people, it is far less under the current Li family rule. Good days are important, but when you meet them, ask who died, and say, "It's a pity, it's a rare good day."

Li Yuanjiao plunged headlong into the many matters of Wutu Mountain. Li Yuanping took over the family affairs and gradually became busy. He held a vermilion pen and lightly ticked on the wooden slips in front of the case.

The congenital illness made Li Yuanping look a little weak, his eyebrows were always furrowed, as if there were so many heavy worries on his heart, it was hard to let go, even if he was sitting in the most honored seat in the courtyard, he still felt nervous .

"This year's harvest is better, and we can reduce losses."

Li Yuanping muttered something in his heart, looked at the middle-aged man serving beside him, and said softly:

"My uncle has been working in the main courtyard of the clan for many years. I am just running the family, so I ask my uncle to give me some pointers."

The old man beside him had sunken eyes, gray temples, haggard and unsightly, but his clothes were neatly packed. It was Li Xiewen, the old man who managed the family under Li Xuanxuan, the son of Li Yesheng, and he was almost 50 years old now.

People at the northern foot of Dali Mountain are precocious. They marry wives and have children at the age of twelve or thirteen. In the end, they can only live to be four or fifty years old. Li Xiewen has no cultivation. He was originally lying in bed waiting to die. It's just that he has worked so hard for so many years. I also got a few spiritual things to warm up, and it looks pretty healthy.

Li Pingyi's suicide hit the old man so hard that it made him wither. Although the master sent people to comfort him, it also meant that his lineage had completely faded out of the center of power. Do your best to save it.

Hearing Li Yuanping's question, Li Xiewen didn't dare, and replied:

"The old man has worked in the Zhengyuan for many years, so his eyes and ears are clearer, and he dare not give advice."

Li Yuanping waved his hand, and the old man introduced:
"Nowadays, there are only three non-mainline qi training monks in the family who have practiced the Dharma: An Zheyan from the seventh level of qi training, Chen Donghe from the fourth level of qi training, Tian Youdao from the first level of qi training, and as for the monks of mixed qi training, they are Li Qiuyang and Mr. Ren, the cultivator of mixed qi is just taking up the title of practicing qi, don't worry about it, "

"The remaining two are at the peak of the fetal breath, three are at the fifth floor of Yujinglun, ten are at the fourth floor of the fetal breath, and five are at the 110th floor of the lower fetal breath. Most of them are old guys who are incompetent."

Li Yuanping nodded slightly, Li Xiewen continued:

"The Clan Zhengyuan has two people on the fifth floor, three on the fourth floor, and countless mortal spies below the fourth floor. Although there are many monks with foreign surnames in the family, there are only a few people worth noting."

Li Yuanping gave a seat, asked the servants to serve tea, and said:

"Also ask the clan uncle to enlighten me."

Li Xiewen thanked him with a calm expression, and said respectfully:
"The person with the most power is Mrs. Dou of the Dou family. She is at the peak of the fetal breath, surrounded by many people, like cooking oil in a fire. Although the Dou family has no hope of a surname, it is already hoped that the surname will be real. She has a private spiritual field and makes friends. So majestic."

Li Yuanping moved the tea on the case and stared at Li Xiewen silently, but Li Xiewen shook his head unknowingly, pointed at the man with his head shrunken, as if he was going to crawl into a crack in the ground Dou Yi continued:

"The Dou family has been placed next to the young master, which can be seen."

Li Yuanping exhaled, laughed, and replied:

"I already know about the Dou family."

Dou Yi, who was at the bottom of the head, had his own cultivation, but he cowered in front of Mrs. Dou and Li Yuanping, and was pointed at by a mortal old man. Suddenly, anger rose in his heart, and he raised his head quietly, but saw Li Yuanping straight up. Staring straight at himself, he hurriedly lowered his head.

Li Xiewen nodded silently, cupped his hands and said:
"The Chen family relies on Chen Donghe, and has always been the most respected surname. He is respected by everyone. Mr. Chen is low-key and never shows off. It's just that there is a son of the Chen family called Chen Mufeng. He is 17 years old and has passed away. He is a disciple of Li Qiuyang. Excellent talent, can be promoted."

"it is good."

Li Yuanping nodded with a smile, Li Xiewen's old face was full of wrinkles, and said softly:

"As for the rest of the surnames, the Tian family is exiled, the Liu family is depressed, the Xu family's descendants are weak, and the Ren family's family is not in harmony. They can't be seen, but Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming and others are mediocre. .”

Li Yuanping suddenly realized and nodded, asked a few more questions about his family, shook Li Xiewen's hand, and said seriously:

"I'm young and immature, and I still need my uncle to give me advice on family matters."

Li Xiewen naturally responded again and again, and stepped back after a while, Li Yuanping sat down again, pinched the jade cup on the case with pale fingers, looked at Dou Yi at the bottom, and said with a smile:
"Uncle Xie Wen has been managing the family under his father's hands for many years, but it's a pity that he is weak, otherwise I would have to entrust him with a big responsibility."

So he picked up the wooden slips and read them carefully, and then sent Li Xiewen away, and saw a group of soldiers reporting, respectfully said:

"Young master, madam is here."

(End of this chapter)