"No, no......" Li Huancheng got up, clenched his hands into fists behind his back, and paced around the desk, "It's not proper, it's not proper......" His face was cloudy, his brows were sometimes stretched, and sometimes he was wrinkled.

Dao Mu didn't understand what Li Huancheng was, but Dao Mu knew that he didn't have the talent of the world, maybe he was too idealistic. Therefore, Dao Mu was not in a hurry, and leisurely tasted tea and waited for Li Huancheng to give him the final answer.

About ten breaths passed.

Syllable!

Li Huancheng stopped abruptly and slapped the thick desktop with one palm. The pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and books all jumped a lot, and the tea almost spilled on the whole table.

Li Huancheng propped his hands on the table and leaned forward, "I will completely give that piece of land to your name, and it will be out of the jurisdiction of the Immortal Fiefdom!"

Li Huancheng is not afraid that the living water may turn into a tsunami, smashing and engulfing the broken ship of the Li family.

Directly giving that piece of land to Dao Mu is equivalent to manually filling out a safety island. In the end, even if the Li family's broken ship sinks, there will be survivors ashore.

Perhaps, Li Huancheng hopes more than anyone else that the broken ship of the Li family will sink to pieces, and it will not stand if it is not broken.

"It's like the relationship between the plough mountain and the weaving heavens?" I don't know what Li Huancheng thinks, the Li family is not capable of negotiating conditions with Lishan, let alone on an equal footing.

"What does it matter, you are the landlord, you have the final say. Or you can ask Lishan to send someone to talk to me on your behalf. Li Huancheng picked up the half-cold teapot and drank it violently.

From that time when Dao Mu secretly persuaded his son to help him escape, he knew that this kid was very restless. Therefore, the probability that Dao Mu will not be able to mix with the chaos of Muxing Town is very large.

With this piece of land, Daomu is the bearer, and the fiefdom of Qixian and the plough mountain are the heavy objects at both ends of the flat burden. Although the weight is not equal, if one side drops, the other side will also fall.

Which way the bearer goes, how fast or slow, how to seek benefits for himself, and increase the weight at both ends all depend on the wisdom of the bearer.

In this way, in the future, when the thoughts and deeds of the Taoist pastor are too extreme, there will be a scruples.

"Okay. Dao Mu agreed neatly, and had already guessed some of Li Huancheng's intentions, so he was also secretly laughing at Li Huancheng for not understanding himself.

If you do this, you can make Li Huancheng feel at ease, why not do it.

Seeing that Daomu agreed, Li Huancheng did not discuss with others, and decided to make a contract with the case, and his resolute personality remained unchanged. It's no wonder that the uncle said that there is no one more suitable to be the patriarch than the second uncle.

The aunt was still preparing meals and had no time to spare, so Dao Mu wanted to go and see where his biological father and mother were sleeping. Li Huancheng led Daomu to the cemetery, which was originally a place to bury Mu Cang and Mu Qing, but now he has become Daomu's biological father and mother.

Dao Mu placed offerings, lit incense and candles, and the smoke drifted away with the cool and gentle mountain breeze. The trees shook their branches and shh

"Your uncle has proposed that the remains of your parents be moved here. Li Huancheng sprinkled three glasses of wine in front of the grave and looked at the blank tombstone, "Everyone doesn't know the real names of your parents, and your uncle can't ask if your parents have been reincarnated." ”

"What sect does Uncle worship in? The gods are mysterious and secretive, and his behavior is strange, and sometimes he gives people an indescribable coldness. Dao Mu got up, brushed away the dirt on his forehead and other places on his body, his expression was slightly complicated, and his eyes were gloomy, "I'm afraid it's not a perennial pot and a stove at night?"

"I also suspected that he had become a grave robber, but he denied it, and he didn't say that he was a teacher. Li Huancheng was a little distressed, and he had nothing to do about his younger brother Li Huanbai. Parents are useless, and those clan elders can't suppress Li Huanbai.

"Recently, does the second uncle have any news of Xiaopang?" asked Dao Mu again.

Li Huancheng was full of sadness, and bluntly said that Li Huanbai gave him a life card, only knowing that the life card was intact, Li Xiaopang was not dead, but there was no other news.

Dao Mu comforted Li Huancheng, and when he arrived at Muxing Mountain, he felt that the fiefdom of the immortals was far away, and ordinary people only went back and forth between two cities in their lives, and now they are separated by a galaxy, the foundation is unstable, and it is normal to break the connection.

Li Huancheng smiled reluctantly, and said that Li Huanbai once said that Chubby was blessed, and said that Chubby was fine, so eight or nine were not far from ten. When speaking, Li Huancheng was a little empty, obviously worried, but helpless.

The ancestor Li Taibai is still alive, and he can know about immortals and the underworld. Now the fiefdom of Qixian is like an old man in the twilight, with the wind and candles in his last years, his limbs are inconvenient, his eyes are dazzling, and he will die at any time.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull, the candles were hunting, the cigarettes were curling, and the offerings were fragrant. The uncle and nephew have their own thoughts, and their expressions are complicated and different.

When it was time to pour the wine again, Dao Mu poured wine for the wine glass, and said softly, "The second uncle can have a token, and the little nephew will fly to Vega and visit Xiaopang's master." ”

Li Huancheng took out a sword talisman and handed it to Daomu, saying that it was a token of the little fat master.

Seeing that he was taking it out of his personal belt, Dao Mu sighed that it was "pity the hearts of parents in the world", took the sword talisman, and promised that if he found Xiaopang at that time, he would try his best to send them a message.

"There's no need to be in a hurry, most immortal cultivators only ascend to Vega at the age of forty, after all, immortal stars are not ordinary stars. Although Li Huancheng couldn't wait to know Li Xiaopang's current situation, he knew that Vega was different.

If the foundation is not stable, he will soar to Vega, and it will be easy to die, which is why he is so concerned about Li Xiaopang. At the beginning, when Xiao Fat flew to Vega with the peach tree, he had just broken through to the Beginner Ground Sword.

Dao Mu did not say a word, and after a period of silence, he knelt down on his knees again, poured his parents one last wine, and kowtowed three more times. He sighed as he brushed the dust off his body.

"Don't hide it from the second uncle, whether the little nephew flies or not, it has nothing to do with the cultivation realm of the little nephew, all of this depends on my master. My master has a strange and cold personality, and he never plays cards according to the routine, and maybe next year's Qixi Festival, he may be abandoned by his master Vega. ”

Dao Mu threw the paper and other yellow and white things into the incense burner to burn, the flames reflected the two tombstones, and the gray smoke was sprinkled into the offerings and wine glasses with the whirlwind, or with the thoughts of Dao Mu, drifting away with the wind.

Li Huancheng looked at the slowly extinguished incense burner, half-squatted, put the gold and silver ingots and other paper money on the side into the incense burner, and said curiously, "I have never listened to you in detail, your teacher." ”

Dao Mu turned his head and smiled bitterly, admitting that he knew very little about Mujian Mountain, and he still didn't understand whether Mujian Mountain was a good ship, a broken ship, or a thief ship.

Li Huancheng looked at Dao Mu's expression carefully, and he didn't seem to hide it, so he didn't ask any more.

After burning the yellow and white things, Dao Mu revived a native herd seed with pastoral power and pressed it into the ground of the grave. The mountains sway gently, and the native pastures are brilliant and colorful, and through the cracks, the valleys are gorgeous.

The flowers and vines are woven into a courtyard, and the old mansion is reproduced in 100% proportions, the only difference is that there are two more tombs in the house. But where there is soil, flowers and trees rise from the ground, and a pastoral house frames those dead family members in it.

It was originally a bare valley full of cold and gloomy graves, but at the moment it was surrounded by earth and covered with all kinds of flowers and trees. The mountain breeze is gentle, slightly cool with a little warm breeze, and you can vaguely hear the curious bird calls. It is believed that in the near future, more creatures will move to this mountain.

"This is what a mountain should look like...... Daomu looked around with satisfaction.

Mountains don't necessarily have gods, but they do have spirits. We must not destroy the home where they still live because they have built a resting place for the dead. Life and death do not conflict, they can live in harmony.

Back at the Li family, the second aunt warmly entertained Daomu, asked questions about the long and short, asked the cold and the warmth, and cared very much about the emotional life of the Daomu. In the past, when Li Xiaopang was there, the second aunt was also very enthusiastic. Now that Li Xiaopang has gone to Vega, the second aunt has poured the love that originally belonged to Li Xiaopang into Daomu.

Under the kindness of the second aunt, Daomu didn't know how to refuse, so he stayed overnight. Write down a spiritual note and send it to the Huang brothers in Lishan, except for asking the Huang brothers to come to Xiancheng, it is a matter of controlling the beast.

Write another spirit note and send it to the fat sister and his wife in Sword Star City, asking them if they are willing to move to Immortal City.

He also wrote a spiritual note to the lord of Huashan to inform her of her recent situation, and asked her to inform the lord of the mansion Tong Zhen about the beast control of the Zhai. Finally, write a spirit note and give it to Senior Brother Mo Guihai, so that he can participate in it and share the big cake of Beast Zhai. As for the Sword Machine Pavilion, Dao Mu had other plans.

Machine Sword Town.

A long sword, more than a thousand feet from the ground, towering into the clouds.

The hilt of the sword is surrounded by clouds and mist, bathed in the sun, and the sunlight shines through the cracks in the clouds on the sword body, and the six vigorous characters attract people's attention - the sword of the world, the first sword.

Behind Jijian Town is an endless mountain forest, looking from afar, Gusen is like the sea, lush and lush, a gust of wind comes back, and the blue waves ripple. The mountains are craggy, like dragon teeth, rising from the ground and reaching into the sky.

Half of the mountains are golden, and half of the mountains are in golden autumn.

In the blue sea, there is also a giant sword, the whole body is dark, rising from the ground for thousands of feet, as if a big mountain carved out of thin air. Around the giant sword, the mountains are like dragon teeth like lock nails, and thirteen dragon-like chains are connected one after another, crisscrossing the world and binding the giant sword.

"Sword Machine Pavilion, Sword Yixing. ”

The six words on the sword body are as dazzling as the sun, burning people's eyes, and ordinary people dare not look up for a long time. After looking at it for a long time, I even felt that my skin was hot, hot, and sweaty.

The scale of Jijian Town is huge, and it can no longer be called a town, but it is just a habit, and people are too lazy to change it.

One man and one beast, standing on the side of the street not far from the city gate, Dao Mu looked at the busy city gate and muttered to himself, "At this time, shouldn't it be the off-season?"

If it weren't for the city gate, the three words "Machine Sword Town" engraved with great vigor, as well as the blocked fairy sword. Daomu also thought that he had hallucinated and came to the wrong place.

Walking into the city gate, the scattered self-built low houses, all kinds of messy stalls, and the tea shops and wine shops that can be seen everywhere are all gone. Neat high-rise buildings have risen from the ground, and the street stalls are also neatly arranged.

Now, when the sun has just set, the atmosphere of the night market is already permeating. Barbecue, sugar water, wine, hard dishes, accompanied by the noise of pedestrians and the shouting of shops, permeate the entire Jijian Town.