There are no more than three generations of rich, and no more than three generations of poverty. How many famous families have declined with the entry of their ancestors? What's more, Li Luoqing is just a small gongcao? After people take the tea and cool it, the inheritance left by the ancestors is naturally gradually occupied by others.

Today's ancestral house of the Li family in Longxi is still dilapidated. There were only five old family members and two equally old mothers-in-law who were guarding the dilapidated Li Mansion.

Batches of Longxi Taishou came to urge the families who stayed in the Li Mansion to sell their ancestral properties as soon as possible. In the dilapidated Li Mansion, seven old and weak families could only stay closed.

A yellow-faced mother-in-law glanced at the bricks and tiles all over the yard, shook her head helplessly, and shouted to an old man opposite: "Dad, I just asked you to give that Longxi Taishou a spiritual hint, this is good, they are really dedicated enough, every morning, noon and evening to throw stones into the yard, how do people sleep, do you know how important sleep is for a woman?" ”

"Hehehe, Miss Helen, why don't I go out and break the necks of those dogs?" The mad dog, disguised as a housekeeper, laughed.

These seven men were led by Carlo. Gambino was made up of several people. The one who went to Huashan to send a report was Locke, who disguised himself as an old butler.

Sitting across from Helen was none other than Carlo in disguise. Gambino. "If you don't be realistic, you won't be exposed by then? Besides, when I gave that Taishou spiritual hint, I just asked him to find a way to occupy the Li family's ancestral business, who knew that he would come up with this bad idea? I haven't slept all night these days."

Jena looked at the bickering father and daughter, and shook her head helplessly, "I guess Locke has already arrived in Huashan, right?" Miho-sama said that the old way of fire will definitely send some disciples to come back with Jun Malu and them, but I don't know how many masters will come by then."

Helen glanced at him and said disdainfully, "The Huashan faction is except for the Golden Immortal powerhouse of the Flame Old Dao. The strongest remaining strength is just the late stage of Jindan, and we can kill as many monks as there are in the late stage of Jindan."

A vicious smile appeared on the face of the belligerent mad dog, "Miss Helen is right, what bullshit Jindan master can be our opponent?" His Huashan faction is now green and yellow, and he can't accept the disciples of the Huashan faction who can escort Jun Malu and them back, and he has killed twenty people. It would be nice if there were more people, but if there were fewer people, we wouldn't have enough points."

This is the plan that Miho, a genius who has developed to 40% of her brain. Using an excuse that the Flame Patriarch couldn't refuse, he brought the six people of Jun Ma Lu from Huashan, and with the situation that the Huashan faction is now in short supply, Miho believes that the Flame Patriarch, the only strong man of the Huashan faction, will definitely not leave Huashan, so he will only send some disciples of the Huashan faction to escort the six people of Jun Ma Lu back. Gambino's cultivation of the red-eyed zombie king, plus Helen, Jenna, Mad Dog, Fat John, Eight Fingers, and Locke, the seven green-eyed zombies. Even if it is against hundreds of monks in the late stage of Jindan, it will not be a problem.

Carlo. The Gambino Eight sat in the house again, enduring the non-stop harassment of three shifts in the morning, noon and evening.

Early the next morning, ten disciples of the Huashan Sect galloped with flying swords and turned into ten streamers and slowly fell into the ruined Li Mansion.

"Old man, we've arrived, you can open your eyes," the Huashan Sect disciple who was carrying Locke, who was disguised as a big butler, said softly. Along the way, Locke played the role of a mortal very well, screaming again and again, and grabbing the placket of the late disciple of the Huashan Sect Jindan with both hands.

If that Huashan Sect disciple hadn't seen that this bad old man was the family of 'Li Junhao' and the others, he would have kicked this guy who crumpled his clothes down a long time ago. The monks of the Jindan stage are only one step away from being able to break the pill and become immortals, and these mortals are just ants in their eyes.

Hear the words. Disguised as the big butler, Locke trembled and stepped down the flying sword. He patted his chest and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the familiar environment, he exclaimed incredulously, "This is here?" In less than a day, that's more than a thousand miles."

'Li Junhao' looked around, not to mention the dilapidated courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and there were stones of different sizes scattered in the courtyard, "It seems that Miho-sama has done enough work," Jun Malu said secretly.

The two Tong Qing sisters, who are pseudonyms Li Qing and Li Qian, have long been furious when they look at this dilapidated courtyard. "How did the big housekeeper become this scene today, although our Li family is not a famous family... But in Longxi, this one-third of an acre of land can be regarded as a famous person, how could he fall into such a field? ”

Locke, who disguised himself as the big butler, sighed and said with emotion: "Fifth Miss, Sixth Miss, since the master left, our Li family can still live as safe and sound as the day by relying on those fields, but three years ago, a new Taishou came, and he only wanted to collect the people's fat and people's ointment, except for the deceased master." There is no one in our Li family to be an official in the court, and there is no one to preside over the six young masters and young ladies at home, and the original two hundred house slaves have long been gone, and now only me and a few loyal family members are left."

Speaking of this, the big housekeeper wiped away the tears in his eyes with his ragged clothes, Li Jing stepped forward, supported the choked big housekeeper, and comforted: "The big housekeeper, the six of us brothers and sisters can naturally ask for justice for my Li family when we come back, you should call out the few remaining family members first."

The big housekeeper hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, burst into tears, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, the immortal arts that all the young masters and young ladies learned in Huashan will definitely be able to seek justice for my Li Mansion, alas, look at me, the young masters and young ladies are all back, and those family ladies don't know how to come out to greet them... I'm going to call them."

The big butler who hurriedly ran towards the backyard shouted, "Ah Fu, Ah Young Master Quan is back, why don't you come out to greet you quickly"

After embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, the glory and wealth of the world, in the eyes of these monks in the later stage of Jindan, is just a passing cloud, but seeing the scale of this Li Mansion, you can also imagine the glory of the past, the leading Huashan sect disciples saw the sad expressions of the six people of 'Li Junhao', and couldn't help but say: "Senior Brother Li's wealth and glory are just flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, we are pursuing great freedom, we must not be in a bad mood because of this, there are a few of us to accompany you back, naturally we will be able to seek justice for your Li family."

Li Junhao arched his hand and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for mentioning this way, you have bothered all the senior brothers."

"Yes, thank you all the senior brothers, all the senior brothers who have traveled all the way have consumed a lot, why don't you meditate first to recover the immortal yuan? When we find out the movements of that dog official and eradicate it together, we will have to bother you senior brothers," Li Jing said slowly.

"Hehehe, Senior Sister Li is polite, we are friends with the same family, and we should help each other"

"It's that Senior Brother will definitely cut off the head of that dog official for you, so that you can be angry"

"Senior sister, don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely stand up for you, a dog official in the mortal world dares to bully my Huashan disciple?"

Several Huashan disciples hurriedly responded. The flattering tone is self-evident, if one of these people can get Li Jing's favor, then it will naturally be of great benefit, with Li Jing's talent, it is no longer a problem to break through the scattered immortals in the future, and it would naturally be great if he could form a Taoist couple with Li Jing.

Li Jing smiled slightly, arched his hand towards those Huashan faction senior brothers who wanted to tie up with him, and said softly: "Then senior sister has thanked you again for your kindness, and it is better for you senior brothers to meditate first to recover the immortal yuan."

Although the Jindan stage was only one step away from the Scattered Immortals, this step was a barrier to thousands of monks. Thousands of miles away, he controlled the flying sword all the way and hurried. The consumption was really not small, and the ten disciples of the late stage of the Huashan Sect Jindan sat on the ground one after another and began to meditate to recover the consumed immortal yuan. For monks, what they yearn for is naturally immortality, and in the past, when they were in retreat, they would always choose to be in a secluded and spiritually rich place, so they didn't care whether this dilapidated courtyard was covered with dust.

After a while, the chief housekeeper walked to the six of 'Li Junhao' with seven gray-haired housekeepers and mothers-in-law.

"Young master, young lady, you are finally back, woo woo old slave, old slave still thought that I would never see you again in this life and this life," Helen, who was dressed as a mother-in-law, cried with a handful of snot and tears. With this cry, the other people who disguised themselves as family members also cried. However, these family members who were crying profusely, while wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes on the placket of their clothes, stared at the ten Huashan Sect disciples sitting cross-legged.

"Ten of them? How to divide it? If you have one, there are still two left? Don't rob any of you from me," Mad Dog secretly said, using the unique way of communication between zombies.

"What do you mean that the remaining two are yours? Each depends on his ability to see who is fast," Helen replied coldly.

Carlo. Gambino glanced at the ten Huashan disciples sitting cross-legged, and said, "What are you fighting for?" Let's see how I look at it later."

As the heir of the Li family, 'Li Junhao' naturally wanted to stand up and say a few words to comfort these loyal family members and mothers-in-law.

Locke, disguised as the chief butler, also shouted on the side: "Young master and young ladies come back, they will naturally seek justice for the Li family, why don't you hurry up and boil water to bathe the immortals?" Hurry up and bring some tea."

"Yes, yes, we're going down to prepare," said Carlo who made up her family. Gambino answered, and returned to the inner hall with the rest of the people, trembling and ready to make tea.

Take advantage of Carlo. When Gambino and the others entered the house to prepare, Li Jing deliberately walked in front of the ten Huashan disciples, and when they had not yet recovered the immortal yuan, he said, "Senior brothers, let's go into the inner hall and sit down for a while, I believe that there are ten senior brothers who will make a move, and if the dog official inserts the bid to buy the first person."

How can the ten Huashan disciples who have not yet recovered the immortal yuan resist the kindness of the beauties? Regardless of whether or not the consumed immortal yuan was recovered, they all got up and walked towards the house. (To be continued......)

PS: On the last day of work, Saturday can finally have a day off, and during this time, I get up at 6 o'clock in the morning every day, and I can't tell the day of the week