Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 403

Qingdu Mountain.

It has been nearly ten years since Qingdu Mountain moved here, and the terrain has changed. Three small peaks have risen on both sides, with different heights. Nice houses.

The tallest Zuo Feng was called Fu Feng, and it was reserved for Li Xuanxuan to live all the year round, with a few Fu Dao apprentices living on it, while the lower one was reserved for Li Chengyu and Li Cheng brothers of Xiaozong.

These two brothers have now become Yujing, and they follow Li Xijiao to manage affairs in the clan. It is said that they are reliable.

Xixi acted according to the rules, and the two brothers were also raised in the Qingdu Cave Mansion since they were young, they are loyal and reliable. '

Li Yuanjiao rides the wind and falls back into Qingdu Mountain. The entrance of the cave on the top of the mountain is brightly lit. The two of them guard in front of the gate.

This place is naturally the Snake Demon’s Cave Mansion back then. Today’s Qingdu Cave Mansion has been repaired by the Li family for decades. The openings on the walls are very regular. Foundation-building monks practice.

The burden of supporting the foundation is heavy, so the aristocratic family has high requirements for the site. Thanks to Li Tongya who occupied this place many years ago, now that the Li family is seeing more and more foundations, there is no place to practice, and it is not a problem.

'The fire vein of Wutu Mountain has been built, and Kong Gu Falcon of Xuanyue Gate is still taking care of Wutu, making it gradually stable. Ximing is moving there...Qinghong is closed again, no wonder it is so deserted. '

Just watching, Li Xijun came over riding the wind, and said respectfully:
"Meet Zhongfu."

Li Yuanjiao nodded and asked:

"When will the retreat break through?"

Li Xijun acted prudently. He had already stayed at the fifth level of Qi training for a while, polishing his cultivation. Seeing that his aura was thick and refined, he respectfully said:
"It's been a few days"

Li Xijun and Li Yuanjiao wandered around the Qingdu Cave Mansion for a while, when there was a faint voice coming from one place, Li Yuanjiao said:

"Ahead is..."

"Most of the children of the Chengming generation have entered the palace to practice."

Li Yuanjiao suddenly understood:
"Unknowingly, more than ten years have passed, and Chengming's junior has grown up..."

The two of them stepped forward, a group of teenagers gathered in the small courtyard, they were catching each other and shouting and shouting.

A group of teenagers and girls are naturally children of the Chengming generation in the family.

It was the first time for Li Yuanjiao to see this group of children, and he gently stroked his hands to hide his figure. These children have not even cultivated the Jade Jinglun, so naturally they can't use the Xuanwen bottle.

Li Xijun retreated a few years ago. He practiced hard and didn't have much time for activities. He also hadn't seen him a few times. He also performed a spell right now, hiding his body and watching from the clouds.

The youngest of this group of children is only six years old, and the oldest is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Their cultivation bases are between the Xuanjing wheel on the first floor of the fetal breath and the circle of the third floor of the fetal breath.

"It's no wonder Brother Yu said that there are no superior figures. Most of these children's cultivation talents are above average."

Li Xiyue, who was the least gifted in the Xiyue generation, had Zhou Xinglun when he was 15 years old. Although the Chengming generation had a thriving population, most of them were descendants of the big clan brought up by the Xiaozong. Except for Li Xiyue, the few Xiyue monks had not yet had children, so it seemed that they had no children. Extraordinary person.

Li Xijun's eyes stayed on the dozen or so people in the courtyard, and there was no one with outstanding temperament, but the oldest boy was very tall, and his words were quite bold.

He has bushy eyebrows, twinkling eyes, holds a gun in his hand, stands in the yard, and is the oldest person. He is in charge of a group of brothers and sisters, and everyone respects him.

Li Xijun stared at him carefully, seeing him tidying up the battle between the brothers, giving advice to the younger brother, and dragging the wounded to heal, he thought it was interesting.

Looking at Li Yuanjiao who was at the side, the clan uncle was very focused. The boys and girls below were chatting together.

……

"Brother Liao!"

Li Chengliao is 16 years old this year, the oldest among the disciples, with bushy eyebrows, nothing out of the ordinary, just standing with a sword, a group of disciples are finishing their training, he greeted him to sit around.

When the brothers and sisters were all seated, Li Chengliao sat in the middle, and one of them said:

"Brother Liao, what are you talking about Xianji today?"

Li Chengliao only said:
"All of you come to ask me, there are only a few ways to achieve foundation building in the family, as for how miraculous it is, can't you just cultivate it yourself?"

"Brother, what you say makes no sense."

The girl on the side smiled, with round eyes and eyebrows, and said:

"How many people in the family have built the foundation? You are a descendant with high talent, and you can accomplish anything in cultivation. I am not as talented as you, so just listen to it. Where can I cultivate?"

All the boys and girls nodded lightly, all of them looked downcast, but a child in the corner spoke, and said crisply:
"Miss Gong's words are meaningless. My father said that my great-grandfather only broke through Yujing when he was in his twenties, and he still became [The Vast Sea]. Foundation building is not only about talent."

For this group of teenage boys and girls, Foundation Establishment is already a rare supernatural power. Immortal foundations have their own magic, and word of mouth, the more they spread, the more magical and mysterious they are. Naturally, every one of them thinks about Foundation Establishment.

Li Chengliao nodded, and said in a very elder tone:

"Cheng said it is true, everyone cultivates with heart, everyone is a disciple of Dazong, and they are also in Qingdu. Even if they can't build a foundation, they must cultivate a qi no matter what, and they must not lose face of their own branches."

The group of children answered yes, they looked very harmonious, although a few teenagers looked at each other very aggressively, the atmosphere was not bad.

Li Chengliao looked at the brothers and sisters with a smile, and said again:

"But I heard that there is a new method in the family, called "Pheasant Fire Long Walking Kung Fu", it is a dignified fourth-grade method, swallowing "Long Walking Pheasant Fire" and cultivating the Immortal Foundation "Pheasant Li Xing."

The girl at the side, Li Minggong, hurriedly asked:
"What's so wonderful?"

"How do I know?"

Li Chengliao replied angrily, and the teenagers started discussing happily, eyes full of longing, Li Cheng was also thinking about it, and lowered his head in thought without saying a word.

Li Xijun stood sideways beside Li Yuanjiao, and said softly:

"They're all pretty good, at least they all grew up in the Qingdu Cave Mansion, taught them every day, and there are no playboys."

Li Yuanjiao nodded slightly, and the nephew beside him said regretfully:
"It's a pity that although these children's talents are much better than those of their parents, they are all quite satisfactory, and there is little hope of establishing a foundation."

Li Xijun's words were very tactful. In fact, if this group of children didn't have any adventures, they might not even be able to touch the ninth level of Qi training. Li Yuanjiao hummed, with rare tenderness in his eyes, and smiled:
"In the past, my uncle was quite well-behaved among the four sons. He only had the hope of practicing Qi. Who would have thought that he would be famous all over the south of the Yangtze River? As long as there is a spiritual aperture, there is hope in the end."

"Unfortunately…"

Li Yuanjiao paused slightly:
"These children have never been favored by immortal artifacts. They can be the pillars and cannot be the leaders."

Li Xijun lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, Li Yuanjiao smiled and said:
"Go down and have a look."

Li Chengliao was picking up the wooden weapons on the ground, when the noisy voices of his brothers suddenly disappeared, the surrounding was so quiet that a needle could be heard, only Li Minggong's nervous voice:

"Brother Liao...Brother Liao..."

Li Chengliao raised his head in response to the calls from the left and the right, only to find a young man in white clothes standing in front of him, with a sword behind his back, with an air of dust.

His eyes became excited at once, and he said nervously:

"Liao'er met Father Ji!"

Li Xijun was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this child was the eldest son of his elder brother Li Xiyi, whom he had seen before. He hadn't been named yet when he was born, but after ten years, he no longer recognized him.

"Your name is Li Chengliao?"

He was a little embarrassed, and said softly:

"Liao'er...come...to meet my uncle."

It was only then that Li Chengliao realized that there was a middle-aged man beside Li Xijun, with short eyebrows, slender eyes, a simple black robe, and a sword behind him.

'Uncle? ! '

Who else could be called 'Uncle' by Li Xijun so respectfully?Coupled with Li Yuanjiao's suit, Li Chengliao was immediately in awe and ecstasy, bowed down in disbelief, and even trembled:
"Cheng Liao pays homage to...uncle!"

All the boys and girls raised their heads and lowered them for a moment, not even daring to flirt with each other. They all bowed down and said in unison:
"Junior pays respects to uncle!"

Li Chengliao's gaze was too admiring, causing Li Yuanjiao to look away slightly, he raised his palm lightly, lifted everyone up, and said in his heart:

'If Uncle Tongya is here, these little brats will go crazy with joy. '

Thinking in his heart, Li Yuanjiao has always been very kind to his family, and said in a gentle voice:
"Which lineage are they all descendants of Dazong?"

"The eldest son of Zhongmai, Li Chengliao!"

Li Chengliao started first, and the girl beside him, Li Minggong, was the elder sister, and said respectfully:

"Bomaiyuan's eldest sister, Li Minggong."

"Zhongmai Yuan Yunzhi Youji, Li Cheng."

"..."

The 12 people answered according to their ages, Li Yuanjiao nodded, counting their ages, Li Minggong and Li Cheng, who are the most talented, are only similar to Li Xijiao, so they only said softly:
"And they all work hard to practice. There are many exercises in the family, except for a few auras that are too difficult to collect... You can read them all, and choose the exercises you like to practice."

The youngsters responded, and Li Yuanjiao looked at the weapons scattered on the ground, they were indeed either guns or swords, occasionally a bow or two, and ordered:
"What kind of weapons you like can be used to learn, don't just focus on these three, there must be someone who can learn each weapon in the family, and the family can go to the square market to find skills for you."

After finishing speaking, he said softly:

"Have you ever killed a person? Have you ever killed a demon?"

Seeing that all the disciples shook their heads, Li Yuanjiao had some calculations in his heart, and said to Li Xijun:

"Tong Xiyu, let me tell you, there are a lot of qi trainings at home now, don't kill the fetal breath monsters caught in various prefectures and towns, and send them in for the children to see their blood."

"Yes."

Li Xijun responded with a smile, but the Chengming generation didn't feel scared, they all looked eager to try, Li Yuanjiao paused, and said in a deep voice:

"As for killing... There will be opportunities in the future... It doesn't have to be so early..."

Not to mention the dead descendants of the Li family, there are now more than [-] Keqings and monks who died accidentally, or were killed by monsters, or were killed by casual cultivators passing by. Although the south of the Yangtze River is calmer than the East China Sea, Such things as killing and seizing treasure can be seen everywhere.

Li Yuanjiao pointed out the children's practice, and at Li Xijun's cheerful request, he reluctantly showed [Jinglong King] to the younger generation.

Li Chengliao and the others were still cheering at the beginning, but when the blue-gray snake opened its teeth and danced its claws, they turned pale with horror, and one by one dropped their weapons and sat down on the ground.

Rejecting Li Xijun's proposal to divide the immortal base into snakes, shrimps, crabs and fishes to beat up all the Chengming generation, Li Yuanjiao took Li Xijun away and disappeared into the sky above the cave.

The two left for a long time before the children calmed down, but they admired the power of the foundation even more. Li Chengliao's heart was pounding, and he looked at his brothers and sisters on the left and right, all very excited.

"Come, come, practice!"

Li Yuanjiao looked at the cheerful appearance of Li Xijun beside him, and finally let out some laughter, he said in a muffled voice:
"You're really my aunt and nephew, you look just like Qing Hong when you're playing around! You're out of shape."

Li Yuanjiao said softly:

"When she was young, she insisted on picking peaches with a gun, and tricked Brother Yun to pick them up, which made Brother Yun cry. She still smiled cheerfully, and she would not give up until Brother Xiu laughed and scolded her."

Li Xijun pursed his lips and smiled, he could see the smile in Li Yuanjiao's eyes clearly, the elder brother didn't talk about the second younger brother, he just listened obediently, and responded with a hmm.

After Li Yuanjiao said a few words, he broke free from his memory, realized that he had lost his composure, and changed back to a heavy look, but his tone was much gentler:
"The kids are all nice and cute."

Li Xijun also cupped his hands and said softly:

"I have already asked Brother Ming about Uncle Xuanxuan, he has always wanted to see you."

"it is good."

Li Yuanjiao said in a deep voice:

"I'll go right now."

Li Xijun nodded, retreated and left, and drove away to Wutu Mountain first, reminding Li Ximing to save Li Yuanjiao from encountering some embarrassing things.

Li Yuanjiao naturally knew it clearly in his heart, but he knew that he knew it, and he didn't want to smash it face to face. He waited for the time to come, and then slowly fell to Wutu Mountain.

Wutu Mountain.

Li Ximing had already packed up and waited. The uncles and nephews were seated. Li Yuanjiao listened to him finish the matter respectfully, resisted the urge to ask "Did Xijun teach you?", and said in a deep voice:

"Things are good... Hengzhu Sect has been operating for many years, what does your father say?"

Li Ximing quickly said:

"Xi Jun went to ask. The old man insisted on painting the talisman for the next two years before leaving, and it will take a while longer."

"It's good to go if you want to."

Li Yuanjiao looked him up and down and praised:

"That's right, I'm about to practice Qi level seven."

Li Ximing quickly said:

"It was possible to break through, but I just thought that the progress has been too fast recently, and I was afraid that the foundation would not be stable, so I haven't broken through yet."

"Ah."

Li Yuanjiao nodded. The teachings Li Ximing received in terms of practice were in line with the ways of the Xiao and Li families, so he would not make such mistakes.

He glanced at the courtyard, and saw a painting hanging in the corner, most of it was finished, it showed Li Ximing sitting leaning, dressed in white, with a very plain expression on his face.

Li Yuanjiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly:
"The painting is very lifelike."

Li Ximing nodded in embarrassment, and Li Yuanjiao turned his head to look at him:
"Do you still like it?"

Li Ximing was taken aback for a moment, and replied:

"It's just a painting, who doesn't like it."

Li Yuanjiao just sighed and went out with his hands behind his back.

(End of this chapter)