Chapter 306: Harmony (Part 1)

Li Yuanyun is now in his mid-twenties and is dressed in brocade clothes. Although he is a mortal, he still has a good life relying on his father and siblings. He has given birth to three sons and two daughters, and they are flourishing.

Li Yuanyun was lower in the Yuan generation, but he looked to be in his thirties. Compared with his brothers and sisters who had been cultivating for many years and were still fifteen or sixteen years old, he aged so fast that his servants no longer called him Young Master, but Young Master. Call him master.

Li Tongya, who was at the head, looked pale and looked at his eldest grandson, kneeling blankly holding the wooden box.

Although the old man's vitality was sluggish, his eyes were still sharp and became more and more shining. His eyes stayed on Li Yuanyun's smooth and delicate hands for a while, silently.

These hands were white and stubby. They had never wielded a knife or a gun. Now even the calluses left by holding a pen when he was young were gone, revealing the luxury and tenderness of a carnivore. A trace of disappointment flashed in Li Tongya's eyes, and he said hoarsely:

"Yun'er, come up."

Li Yuanyun was as cautious and fearful as a child in front of this big father. He wiped the tears on his face, carefully moved up and knelt at Li Tongya's knees.

Li Tongya looked at him carefully, only to find some depressed melancholy between his brows, and no other bloody resentment, so he said:

"After you finish mourning for your father, go to Fangshi to start working."

"yes……"

Li Yuanyun didn't dare to say anything more, so he agreed in a low voice, holding the wooden box and retreating. Li Tongya looked at the faces of the juniors one by one and said warmly:

"Although this injury is serious, I can still survive for a few years. If I can find some spiritual objects like stalactites and jade liquid, I can survive for a few more years. Don't be careful, just let me do it."

"Ancestor..."

Li Yuanjiao offered the jade box with both hands, but Li Tongya gently pushed it away. The old man was extremely tired, but he still showed a little smile and replied:

"Just keep it."

He stood up gently, took off the Qingfeng from his waist, and hung the Qingchi Sword on his head. The Qingfeng had been warmed and cultivated for many years and had become a spirit of its own. As soon as it was taken away from his big hand, it immediately buzzed and swayed unsteadily. , Li Tongya turned around and said with some worry:

"Don't go out of your way to find any medicine for me, let alone think about blood sacrifices, think about yourself in everything."

"yes!"

All the juniors agreed. Li Tongya stood with his hands behind his back and walked slowly out of the hospital. He stepped on the green plank road paved by Li Xiangping back then and walked step by step towards the Meichi Mountain Cave House.

Several juniors came forward to comfort Li Qinghong in the courtyard, discussed Li Xuanling's funeral, and finally went down the mountain to get busy.

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As summer went to autumn and the rain became scarce, Li Xuanling's funeral was simply held on the mountain. The white silk hanging in the courtyard was only hung for a few months. As Li Yuanyun went to Fangshi, Li Qinghong guarded Yuting Mountain, and the white silk was quickly removed. Keep it simple.

The first batch of elders of the Li family have also passed away one after another, and they can hear about funerals every day. The Li family has long been used to it. It can take as little as half a month, as long as a few months, to end it hastily. It has already come to the season of harvesting spiritual rice, and there is no time to be busy. sad.

Dongshanyue.

Birds were chirping on Wutu Mountain, and newly polished stone benches and chairs were placed in the courtyard. Li Yuanjiao, dressed in plain clothes, sat quietly by the stone table. He put down the jade cup in his hand and whispered:

"It's been a long time since I last saw my cousin."

The middle-aged man at the bottom laughed. He had a dark complexion, a jade crown on his head, and a robe. His eyes were slightly purple, and he said with a smile:

"I heard something, it was said that the ancestor killed Maha with his sword at Yanshan Mountain and achieved the sword essence. This rumor was flying all over the sky. Many people came to ask me to ask you, brother..."

"oh."

Li Yuanjiao chuckled, stared into his eyes with a smile, and replied:

"true."

"this!"

Mori originally had a relaxed smile on his face, thinking about hearing the truth from Li Yuanjiao. When he heard this, he felt like he was struck by thunder. He immediately sat up straight and said in disbelief:

"Then...that's Maha?!"

"He is the reincarnation of Maha."

Li Yuanjiao responded, and Mori almost couldn't hold the cup and murmured:

"Even if he is the reincarnation of Maha, how can he be able to defeat the foundation... Maha with the sword... Xu Yue is famous... Ancestor... Ancestor is really a god!"

Shou Moli is only at the third level of qi training. He uses miscellaneous qi to practice qi. Naturally, his progress is slow and he is easily surpassed by Li Yuanjiao. The small thoughts in his heart have long been extinguished. Now after hearing the news, he is actually like Yourong Yan. , his eyes flickered, and he said happily:

"good!"

Li Yuanjiao's face did not change, and he raised his glasses with a smile and drank together. Moli looked excited and said in an authentic voice:

"Since the destruction of Wushan Mountain, various cultivators have carved up Shanyue and established some kind of Xishanyue and some kind of Shanyue Kingdom. None of my Dongshanyue family takes it seriously. These Shanyue foundations clearly don't take the master's family seriously! Brother! I'm always worried."

"Unexpectedly, in the past few days, these Shanyue countries have sent messengers to come to see them respectfully. I told them what was going on. It turned out that it was the ancestor who killed Maha with his sword and powerfully suppressed Xu Yue!"

After saying this, he took out several boxes, both of wood and jade, and arranged them one by one on the table. Hemo Li said seriously:

"I brought these gifts one by one, and I didn't dare to have any intention of keeping them for myself."

"Brother, it's a joke."

Li Yuanjiao just scanned his spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual objects in several boxes appeared in his mind one by one. These mountain-mountain foundation builders were all masters who never saw rabbits or let go of hawks, and the spiritual objects they gave were only at the level of Qi training. Just a thought, put the box away.

Li Yuanjiao expected the performance of Moli. As the monks who came to Lijing Town for congratulations or came to Li's house, not only the Shanyue King, but also several other families under the Li family were all excited and proud. It was an unexpected surprise.

Moli was getting older and more verbose. He talked about a lot of trivial matters between the Tian family and the Shanyue nobles. Li Yuanjiao listened carefully and nodded to send him down the mountain.

Watching Moli go down the mountain and slowly go away with the Shanyue King's ceremonial procession, Xiao Guiluan came out of the house gracefully, blinking her phoenix eyes and smiling:

"This Moli is not as bad as the rumors say."

Xiao Guiluan now has the peak of fetal breathing. She practices the Yanglun method of the Xiao family's direct lineage, which is a fourth-grade method, one grade better than the Li family's, so it is naturally faster to practice.

"At least he has been on the throne for more than ten years."

Li Yuanjiao put away the jade cup on the table and treated his wife much more gently, saying softly:

"He is always keeping an eye on the Tian family and the Shanyue nobles, which is a good thing."

Xiao Guiluan chuckled, sat down next to him, and said softly:

"The Xiao family also sent people here. My sisters who are familiar with the family are amazed. There are all kinds of rumors. It is said that my family is inherited by the sword. There is a fairy sword in the family. The person who pulls out this sword can become the head of the family."

"Although you have a high level of cultivation, you are not recognized by the sword, so you have to be a young master. Yuanping is weak and sickly, but he is a master of swordsmanship... "

Xiao Guiluan explained it in detail, causing Li Yuanjiao to laugh and answer:

"Those casual cultivators with mixed breath love rumors the most. Can you believe this?"

"Of course I don't believe it."

Xiao Guiluan lowered his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice:

"The family has always been taboo about rumors about the ancestors or inheritance. It has always been strictly controlled by the clan's main courtyard. Now this matter is so rampant that I have doubts."

"You say."

Li Yuanjiao's smile slowly disappeared, and he turned his head to look at her. He saw that her eyelids trembled and she looked at him with her phoenix eyes. The two looked at each other for a few breaths, and Xiao Guiluan said calmly:

"Are you still healthy, ancestor?"