Chapter 430: Grabbing Light and Catching Flame (Additional Update)
The Li family held a funeral in all its towns. Li Xiyi followed the will and did not hold a big funeral. However, the Shanyue King Li Jiman hurried back and cried very sadly.
Whether this sadness was true or false, at least the meaning was conveyed. Li Xiyi helped him up. This man had already reached the sixth level of Qi training, which showed that he had been practicing hard over the years.
However, for the Li family today, Qi training cultivators are no longer considered a key combat force. They are just helping in the middle level. There are many cultivators competing for each position in the several sacred mountains. In the past two years, the number of Qi training in the Jade Court Guard has reached double digits. His sixth level of cultivation is nothing.
Li Xijun stayed in the mountains for two months, and saw the golden crow in the sky, which was bright and cloudless. He raised his arm, brushed his sleeves, and dusted off some smoke and dust.
‘The lake is rippled for thousands of miles… Where does the sand smoke come from…’
He paused, his face showing surprise, and he sighed in his heart:
“Ming Ge’er has made it!”
Li Xijun hurried down, and indeed saw the golden light in the cave, the rustling wind, and a man in a robe standing with his handrail, with a young face, and golden light and golden fire shuttled repeatedly beside him. He came on the fire and smiled:
“I have already built the foundation of Taoism. I have been practicing since I was six years old. It has been 27 years since then, and I have achieved the ‘Huangyuan Pass’.”
Li Ximing broke through the foundation building more than half a month ago. He spent some time to stabilize his cultivation, and then broke through the pass. Li Xi in front of him Jun calculated the time for a while and said in surprise:
"It's only been... three years. How difficult is it? It's a natural process? How come it's so fast!"
Li Ximing paused and thought:
"It was the most difficult at the beginning. It was very difficult for me to condense. Although there is a great hope of success, it will take five years at least."
"But just a few months ago, I suddenly saw many golden light illusions, and the immortal foundation in my body spontaneously condensed, dozens of times faster than my hard work, and it condensed quickly... I don't know what happened."
Li Xijun listened to the golden light and suddenly remembered the [Seeing Sun Ring] , as if thinking about something, Li Ximing has already proudly introduced:
"This immortal base is called 'Huangyuan Pass', it grabs the light of the sky, captures the flames, steps on the light dust, drives away evil and breaks disasters, creates all things, controls the ten nights... cough cough."
He was so proud that he let it slip, and then he explained seriously:
"There are two great wonders, one is that it can [grab the light of the sky], use the light of the sky to cast spells, and can beat most of the magic lights."
He pinched his fingers, and the magic light in his hand really became golden and bright, as if he had practiced some special magic, dazzling and dazzling. Li Xijun practiced pupil skills and did not avoid it. , looked straight at him and nodded, then Li Ximing said:
"Second, it is called [Minghuang Yangguan], which can summon a Minghuang Pass to suppress the enemy. As the cultivation becomes more advanced, the pass will become longer and higher..."
He smiled and continued:
"As for the art of controlling fire, the union of yin and yang, and stepping on the light dust, they are all minor techniques and not worth mentioning!"
"Golden Palace Huangyuan Jue" is a fourth-grade technique after all. The immortal foundation cultivated is very powerful, and there are great improvements in all aspects. Although there is no exclusive technique secret book to practice, it is also better than the third-grade technique.
He was very proud, and for a while he didn't even notice the white gauze in the mountains, until he saw Li Xijun's sad face, and then he changed color belatedly.
"This..."
He was stunned, and Li Xijun in front of him sighed:
"Please condole with me, Seventh Brother."
Li Ximing shook his sleeves and said with sudden realization:
"Oh!"
Li Ximing's voice choked up in an instant, and the joy in his heart disappeared. He stood in the air for a few breaths and answered:
"When did it happen? Has my father been buried?"
He asked a few stupid questions and began to cry. As Li Xijun stepped into the air and landed in the mountains, Li Ximing said:
"Eighth brother... I just want to let him go and see him after building the foundation."
Since the big quarrel after returning from the Xiao family, Li Ximing has never seen his father again. Li Yuanping was full of disappointment and refused to take the initiative to see him. Li Ximing was very scared and dragged his feet day by day to avoid facing his father's face. He never thought that after dragging it on for many years, he could not see his father until his father died.
Walking in the cemetery, looking at the gray tombstones, Li Ximing's face was full of tears, shaking from head to toe, sweating profusely, unable to stop for a moment.
Walking to the tombstone of Li Yuanping, the inscription was brand new, and some of his life achievements were engraved on it. Li Ximing knelt down softly, and Li Xijun beside him quietly stepped back, wanting to leave time for himself, but Li Ximing groaned:
"...Don't go..."
He had to stand silently. Li Ximing in front of him seemed to be more confused and frightened than sad. He knelt in front of the tombstone for a long time until the bright moon rose and the raindrops fell from the sky. He was horrified.
Li Ximing jumped up hurriedly, looked around, flew up on the wind as if escaping, stumbled back to the cave, tripped over the threshold twice in a row, and fell in front of the stone table.
On the table was a stack of small letters, all of which were placed outside the secret room by others during his retreat. He picked up one of them in a daze:
"When will Ximing come out of retreat? There are thirteen kinds of elixirs in the family, and the quantity needs to be arranged. If you have time, please come to see me."
The handwriting was heavy and looked thoughtful. It was signed by his father Li Yuanping. About half a year ago, he took out another letter and wrote:
"If Ximing comes out of retreat, please come to see me."
This one was more recent, probably only three months. Li Ximing read them one by one. There were fifteen letters in total, each one more concise and urgent than the last.
The last one was two months ago. Li Yuanping finally stopped calling him Li Ximing. His father's handwriting was no longer regular, but crooked, and it said:
"My son, come quickly."
Li Ximing was confused and dazed before, and there was not much grief rising in his heart. It was not until now that he realized that a tidal wave of pain was spreading in his heart. He threw away the letter like lightning, gasped twice, and said:
"Dad... Dad... I was wrong... Dad..."
Thunder was roaring in his mind, and everything in front of him was spinning rapidly, causing his entire mind to be extremely painful. Li Ximing's fingers and toes were trembling in fear, and the world was silent.
"Plop."
Li Ximing slowly regained consciousness and found himself lying on the table. He stretched out his hands and took all the letters into his arms, but he pounced on nothing. The letters fell all over the floor with a rustle. The last one was still hanging on his sleeve. The four small words made him unable to bear to read.
Li Ximing was only confused for a moment, and his foundation-building cultivation made him sober quickly. He was pale and stood there in a daze.
He had never dared to see his father, and only dared to wait for his father to call him back.
Li Yuanping was tough and endured until the end. As a result, in the afterglow of his father's life, from excuses to euphemistic invitations, from requests to the last breath of grief, Li Ximing never heard a word.
Li Ximing's mind was like a mess. Today, he finally realized that he would never have the chance to face the things he dared not face in his life.