In the Wuli Valley, Lu Li's slender figure stood upright, facing the breeze, his face thoughtful.

At this time, five years have passed since what happened in Yuntuo Mountain that day, and later returned to Qingxi Town with Xin Yinhua.

At the same time, he brought back the harvest to Qingxi Town, as well as the long sword he dug up, as well as the swordsmanship secret book called "Wind Cutting Thunder".

After returning from Yuntuo Mountain, Lu Li changed some of his initial thoughts, he did not hand over these two things to the second uncle to check, but after several years of body refining and cultivation, he practiced this set of swordsmanship on his own.

"Chopping the wind..."Lu Li muttered with his head down, his fingers pressed against the hilt of the sword and rubbed it gently.

And after all these years of tempering, his body has reached the "Iron Spirit Realm" required for the introduction of swordsmanship, and after that, he began to practice swordsmanship.

Today, it has been a small success.

"It is worthy of being said to be the ultimate in mortal martial arts, 'swordsmanship is great, and it can cut the wind and thunder', it is not false at all, but I am still far behind..."Lu Li laughed bitterly and laughed at himself, remembering a passage in the secret book.

And while Lu Li was thinking wildly, a small finch flew down from the sky and landed on his shoulder, and its little head like a pom-pom ball spun around, and his eyes met him.

"Little melon seeds!"

Lu Li looked at the little finch on his shoulder, called affectionately, then raised his hand and gently stroked its little head, and asked, "Dad is looking for me?"

"Little melon seeds" is the name of the little sparrow, a few years ago in the cold winter, the little guy fell in the yard and was rescued by his father, because he likes to peck melon seeds, his father gave it such a name.

But although this sparrow is small, it is full of spirituality, and the unusually psychic little melon seed has lived in the courtyard of the father and son since then, and occasionally can play the role of delivering messages for the father and son, which is already a habitual thing for Lu Li, who often runs to Wushan outside the town.

At this time, the little finch came here, wasn't it sent by his father?

His fingers teased the bird on his shoulder, and Lu Li laughed softly: "Let's go, let's go down the mountain together!"

With the little sparrow, Lu Li turned around and left Wuta Valley, and went home.

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It is said to be a town, but it can also be called a small city, the two main streets that run through the whole Qingxi Town show a cross shape, extending vertically and horizontally, dividing into four areas, and the people of the town call it "gate".

In this area of the South Gate, there is a huge mansion deep courtyard located here, this deep house compound that occupies the top of the South Gate regardless of the area and wealth is the famous Lu family mansion in the town.

As a business giant in Qingxi Town, the Lu family not only owns the two mountains of medicine and mines around the town, but also has countless family industries, and is one of the "three wealthy families" in Qingxi Town.

The Lu family's mansion, in the Spring Mud Garden.

Lu Chuanzhi, who has passed the age of sixtieth year, came to the garden to take a short rest in the afternoon as usual.

In the Qingyun Pavilion, the old man with his hair already snow-white was leaning back on the Taishi chair, and on the sandalwood Eight Immortals table in front of him, all kinds of delicate pastries were placed.

At this moment, the old man picked up a cup of fragrant tea and took a sip.

The tea is sweet and slightly sweet, the tea fragrance is refreshing, it is the best tea produced in the Lujia Tea Mountain, Lu Chuanzhi tasted it, and the old eyes looked at the scenery in the garden, but there was an indescribable melancholy.

On weekdays, the people of the Lu family occasionally witness this sadness in the eyes of the old lady, and among the young people of this generation, they don't seem to be able to understand where the melancholy in the old lady's eyes comes from.

In the eyes of others, the old man in his later years enjoyed glory and wealth, and he had children and grandchildren under his knees, and the eldest son would inherit the position of the head of the family and take care of the affairs of the Lu family, but this old man, who should have enjoyed his old age, could not erase the loneliness and melancholy.

Where the old lady's sorrow comes from, others don't know, but knowing his father Mo Ruozi, the current head of the family Lu Huaying is very clear, he knows that the long-cherished wish in his father's heart, which has been passed down for three generations, has not yet been realized, but at this time, that long-cherished wish seems to have gained a hope.

When Lu Huaying couldn't hide the excitement in her heart and hurriedly came to the outside of Chunni Garden, she was stopped by a pretty girl wearing a light blue dress.

Outside the Chunni Garden, the girl opened her warm and white arms like jade, stood up with a slightly proud graceful figure, blocked in front of Lu Huaying, puffed out her cheeks and said angrily: "Dad! Grandpa is resting in the garden!"

This girl in the prime of her life is Lu Ning, Lu Huaying's daughter.

Lu Huaying, who was stopped by her daughter, saw that she seemed to be a little unhappy with her recklessness, and Lu Huaying, who was middle-aged, said with a smile: "Hehe! ”

Then he said tentatively: "Xiao Ning, if you don't tell your grandfather, just say that your father has something to find him." ”

"No way!"

Before the words fell, he was rejected by his daughter: "If there is anything, you have to wait for grandpa to call someone, dad, you are really, I don't know if grandpa doesn't like to be disturbed during the lunch break?"

"This..."

Lu Huaying was speechless for a while, of course he knew his father's temper, but the good news he brought was incomparable, if he didn't tell his father in time, I was afraid that it would cause his father's anger.

Therefore, he wanted to say something, but he saw his baby daughter glance at him, and suddenly the words were swallowed in his throat again.

But at this moment, an old voice came from the Spring Mud Garden.

"Huaying, come in if you have something, the old man is awake. ”

When Lu Huaying heard that it was his father who called him, his face was happy, and he grinned at his daughter like a fool, then turned sideways and slipped into the garden impatiently.

Lu Ning, who was standing in place, stomped his feet with some anger, followed behind his father, and entered the Spring Mud Garden together.

In the spring mud garden, the rockery is layered, the green water is clear, the path paved by the pebbles wanders and winds between the flowers and plants, a little deeper, the Qingyun Pavilion stands on the edge of the color carp pond, Lu Chuanzhi stands with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance calmly, and he can't see what he is thinking.

Lu Huaying was in a hurry, and soon walked outside the Qingyun Pavilion, and respectfully greeted his father: "Huaying greets my father." ”

Seeing that her father was indifferent, Lu Huaying went straight to the topic and said excitedly: "Father, there is great news to tell you about the old man. ”

Lu Chuanzhi retracted his mind, turned around, and asked, "What good news?"

Lu Huaying walked into the pavilion and said excitedly: "Yan'er, he was hit by an old immortal!"

In the end, it was as if he was speaking at the top of his voice.

"What?"

Originally, the old god was there, and the silent Lu Chuanzhi's body was shocked, and some stayed in place.

"Say it again!"

As he spoke, Lu Chuanzhi walked towards Lu Huaying and pressed his shoulders with both hands.

Because of a little too much force, Lu Huaying's shoulder was faintly painful, but he still said with a smile: "Our Yan'er was taken by an immortal! The old immortal also said that he would accept Yan'er as a closed disciple!"

Hearing this, Lu Chuanzhi's face was in a trance, and he was a little distracted by the impact of this sudden news.

His mind drifted far, far away, as if he had returned to the place he had left as a child, to the place where he had left with his elders, to the year when he had taken over as head of the family, and to the year when his father had told him about his desire to return to that place.

In the deepest part of the Lu family's mansion, a small bamboo building on stilts stands alone, and the courtyard in the deepest part of the courtyard is secluded, and it seems that except for a father and son who live here, it is rare to see other clansmen here.

A middle-aged man with a pale face and bloodless face sat leaning against the threshold, holding a book in one hand, and suddenly he laughed softly: "Little spiritual cultivator, how can you call it a god..."

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