Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 430 Grasping the Light and Catch the Flame (additional update)

The towns of the Li family held a funeral in white and hemp. Li Xixi followed the will and did not make a big deal, but the Shanyue king Li Jiman hurried back and cried very sadly.

Whether the sadness was real or not, at least it made sense. Li Xiyi helped him up. This man has already practiced Qi at the sixth level, so it can be seen that he has cultivated intentionally all these years.

It’s just that for the current Li family, Qi training monks are no longer the key combat power. Even when it reached double digits, his cultivation base of the sixth floor was nothing.

Li Xijun stayed in the mountains for two months, but he saw the golden crow in the sky, and there was no cloud in the sky. He raised his arm, brushed his sleeves, and dusted off some smoke.

"The water on the lake is thousands of miles away... Where does the sand smoke come from..."

He paused, showing surprise on his face, and sighed in his heart:

"Brother Ming is done!"

Li Xijun hurriedly went down, and sure enough, he saw the bright golden light in the cave, rustling wind, a robed man standing on the arm, with a young face, the golden light and golden fire shuttled repeatedly by his side, stepped on the fire, and said with a smile:
"I have forged the foundation of Taoism. I practiced it at the age of six. It has been 27 years since I achieved the "Huangyuanguan"."

Li Ximing broke through the foundation building more than half a month ago, spent a period of time to stabilize his cultivation, and then broke through. Li Xijun in front of him calculated the time for a while, and said in surprise:
"It's only... about three years, how difficult is it, but it's a matter of course? How can it be so fast!"

Li Ximing paused and thought:

"It was the most difficult at the beginning. It was very difficult for me to gather together. Although the hope of cultivation is great, it will take five years anyway."

"But just a few months ago, I suddenly had many illusions of golden light, and the immortal foundation in my body spontaneously condensed, dozens of times faster than I worked hard, and quickly condensed... I don't know what it is."

Listening to the golden light, Li Xijun suddenly remembered the [Seeing Yang Ring]. Thoughtful, Li Ximing proudly introduced it:

"This immortal foundation is called "Huangyuanguan". It captures the light of the sky, captures the flames, steps on the light dust, exorcises evil and destroys disasters, and grows all things. The night guards ten...cough cough."

In a moment of complacency, he slipped his mouth, and then explained seriously:

"There are two great mysteries. One is the ability to [grasp the skylight] and use the skylight to cast spells, which can outperform most of the magic lights."

He pinched his fingers, and the magic light in his hand turned golden and bright, as if he had practiced some special magic, dazzling and dazzling. Li Xijun practiced the pupil technique and did not avoid it. He looked directly at it and nodded. Li Ximing then said:
"Secondly, it's called [Minghuangyang Pass], which can summon a Minghuang pass to suppress the enemy. As the cultivation base gets higher and higher, the pass will grow taller..."

He smiled and continued:

"As for the art of controlling fire, the intercourse of yin and yang, and stepping on the light dust, they are all small ways, not worth mentioning!"

After all, "Golden Palace Huang Yuan Jue" is a fourth-rank kung fu method, and the immortal base cultivated is very powerful, and has been greatly improved in all aspects. Although there is no exclusive kung fu secret book for cultivation, it is still better than the third-rank kung fu.

He was so proud that he didn't even notice the white gauze in the mountains for a while, until he saw Li Xijun's sad face, and then he belatedly changed his face.

"This…"

He was stunned, and Li Xijun in front of him sighed and said:

"Also please send my condolences to Seventh Brother."

Li Ximing shook his sleeves and suddenly realized:
"Oh!"

Li Ximing's voice choked up in an instant, the joy in his heart dissipated, he stood in the air for a few breaths, and replied:

"When did it happen? Has my father been buried?"

He asked a few words foolishly, and started to cry. After Li Xijun stepped into the air and fell into the mountain, Li Ximing said:

"Eighth brother...I just want to let it go, and see him again after Zhuji."

Ever since the Xiao family came back and had a big quarrel, Li Ximing had never seen his father again. Li Yuanping was full of disappointment and refused to take the initiative to see him. I never thought that I would delay it for many years, and my father died without being able to see him.

Now walking in the cemetery, looking at the gray steles, Li Ximing's face was full of tears, trembling from head to toe, sweating profusely, unable to stop for a moment.

Walking all the way to Li Yuanping's stele, the inscription is brand new, with some life achievements engraved on it, Li Ximing knelt down softly, while Li Xijun at the side silently backed away, wanting to leave his own time, never thought Li Ximing groaned:
"...don't go..."

He had no choice but to stand silently. Li Ximing in front of him seemed to be more confused and fearful than sad. He fell limply in front of the stele and knelt for a long time until the moon rose and the raindrops fell from the sky. Then he was terrified.

Li Ximing jumped up hastily, looked around, flew up on the wind as if fleeing, stumbled back to the cave, tripped over the threshold twice, and fell down in front of the stone table.

There is a stack of small letters on this table, which were placed outside the secret room by others during his retreat. He dazedly grabbed one of them:
"When will Ximing leave the customs? There are thirteen kinds of pills at home, and the quantity needs to be arranged. If there is time, please come and see me."

The handwriting is heavy, and it looks thoughtful. It is signed by his father Li Yuanping. About half a year ago, he took out another sheet and wrote:
"If Ximing leaves the customs, please come and see me."

The date of this one is more recent, only about three months. Li Ximing went through them one by one. There are a total of fifteen letters, each of which is more concise and more urgent.

The last letter was half a month ago. Li Yuanping finally stopped calling him Li Ximing. His father's handwriting was no longer neat and crooked. It read:

"My son, come quickly."

Li Ximing's heart was full of confusion before, and there was not much grief. It was only now that he felt an overwhelming pain in his heart. He threw away the letter like lightning, panted twice, and said:

"Dad...Dad...I was wrong...Dad..."

There was a thunderstorm in his mind, and everything in front of him was spinning rapidly, causing his whole mind to be extremely painful. Li Ximing's fingers to toes were trembling tremblingly, and the world was silent.

"thump."

Li Ximing slowly regained consciousness, and found himself lying on the table, stretched his hands, took all these letters into his arms, and rushed to nothing, the letter papers were scattered all over the place, the last one was still hanging on his cuff, four small characters He couldn't bear to look at it.

Li Ximing was only in a daze for a moment, but his Foundation Establishment cultivation made him wake up quickly. His face was pale and he stood there sluggishly.

He has been afraid to see his father, only dared to wait for his father to call him back.

Li Yuanping was stubborn and endured until the end, but in the afterglow of his father's life, Li Ximing never heard a single word from the order making excuses to the tactful invitation, from every sentence of request to the last breath of mourning.

Li Ximing's mind was like a mess, until today, he finally realized later - those things he dared not face, he will never have the chance to face them for the rest of his life.

(End of this chapter)