Li Yuanyun is now only twenty-five, dressed in brocade clothes, although he is a mortal, he also has a good life relying on his father and brothers and sisters, and has given birth to three sons and two daughters.

Li Yuanyun is behind the Yuanzi generation, but he looks like he is in his thirties, and compared with his brothers and sisters who have been cultivating for many years and are still fifteen or sixteen years old, he is aging too fast, so that his subordinates no longer call him Gongzi, but call him Master.

Li Tongya, who was at the top, turned pale, and looked at his eldest grandson, who was holding the wooden box, kneeling in a daze.

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

These hands are white and short, and they have never danced with knives and guns, and now they don't even have the calluses left by holding pens when they were young, revealing the luxury and delicacy of meat eaters, Li Tongya's eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment, and he said hoarsely:

"Yun'er, you come up."

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

Li Tongya looked at him carefully, and only found some depression between his eyebrows, and he didn't see any other blood and resentment, so he said:

"After you finish your father's funeral, go to Fang City to help."

"Yes......"

Li Yuanyun didn't dare to say more, so he answered in a low voice, and retreated with the wooden box in his arms, Li Tongya looked at the faces of the juniors one by one, and said softly:

"Although this injury is serious, I can still last a few years, if I can find some spiritual objects such as stalactite jade liquid, I can survive for a few more years, you don't have to be careful, let it go."

"Ancestor ......"

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

"You can take it."

He stood up gently, untied the Qingfeng on his waist, and hung the Qingqi sword on the main seat, this Qingfeng has been warm for many years, and has become spiritual by himself, as soon as he got out of his big hand, he suddenly buzzed reluctantly, swaying, Li Tongya turned around, and said with some unease:

"Hugh is going to find some medicine for me, and don't think about the blood sacrifice, think more about yourself in everything."

"Yes!"

All the juniors responded, Li Tongya only stood with his hands in his hands, walked out of the courtyard slowly, stepped on the green board road paved by Li Xiangping back then, and walked towards the Meiqi Cave Mansion step by step.

Several juniors stepped 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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Summer goes to autumn, the rain is scarce, Li Xuanling's funeral is simply done on the mountain, the white silk on the courtyard is only hung for a few months, with Li Yuanyun going to Fang City, Li Qinghong guards Yuting Mountain, the white silk is quickly removed, everything is simple.

The first batch of elders of the Li family also passed away one after another, and they could hear about the funeral every day, and the Li family had already been used to it, as little as half a month, and more than a few months, and it was hastily over, and it was already the season of harvesting spiritual rice, and it was too busy to grieve.

Higashiyamagoe.

Birds chirped on Wutu Mountain, newly polished stone benches and stone chairs were placed between the courtyards, Li Yuanjiao was dressed in plain clothes, sitting quietly at the stone table, putting the jade cup in his hand, and said softly:

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

The middle-aged man at the bottom laughed, his face was dark, he was wearing a jade crown on his head, he was wearing a robe, his eyes were slightly purple, and he smiled:

"I heard about it, saying that the ancestor slashed Maha with a sword in Bian Yanshan and achieved the sword yuan, this rumor is flying all over the sky, and many people have come to ask me to ask my brother how ...... you"

"Oh."

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

"It does."

"This!"

Mo Mo Li originally had a relaxed smile on his face, thinking that he heard the truth from Li Yuanjiao, and when he heard the words, he suddenly sat up straight and said in disbelief:

"That's... That's Maha?! ”

"It's the reincarnation of Maha."

Li Yuanjiao responded, and he almost couldn't even hold the cup, and muttered:

"Even if he is the reincarnation of Maha, how can he build a foundation...... Sword slash Maha... Famous Xu Yue... Ancestor... The ancestor is really a fairy figure! ”

He used miscellaneous qi to practice qi, and his natural cultivation was slow, and he was easily surpassed by Li Yuanjiao, and the tiny thoughts in his heart had long been extinguished, and now that he heard the news, he turned out to be honored, his eyes shimmered, and he said happily:

"Good!"

Li Yuanjiao's face did not change, and he raised a glass and drank together with a smile, and he looked excited, and said with a sigh:

"Since the destruction of Wushan, the cultivators have divided the Shanyue, and each has established what West Shanyue and what Shanyue country, I have no family in the East Shanyue, and these mountains and Yue are clearly not in the eyes of the main family! Brother, I'm always upset in my heart. ”

"Who knew that a few days ago, these Shanyue countries sent messengers to come to salute, respectfully, I said what was going on, it turned out to be the ancestor sword slashing Maha, Weizhen Xu Yue!"

After that, he took out a few boxes, both wooden and jade, and lined them up on the table, and said with a straight face:

"I brought these congratulatory gifts one by one, but I don't dare to have the slightest intention of swallowing them privately."

"Brother laughed."

Li Yuanjiao just swept away his spiritual sense, and the spiritual objects in several boxes came to mind one by one, these Shanyue Zhuji are all masters who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles, and the spiritual objects given are only at the level of qi training, how much it means, put away the boxes.

The performance of Mo Li was originally expected by Li Yuanjiao, with the monks who came to admire or passed through the Li family to congratulate the monks poured into Lijing Town, not only this Shanyue King, but also several Wang surnames under the Li family were all happy and honored, but it was also an unexpected joy.

As Mo Li grew older, people also became verbose, and talked about a bunch of trivial things about the Tian family and the Shanyue nobles, Li Yuanjiao listened carefully, nodded and sent him down the mountain.

Watching Mo Li go down the mountain and ride the honor guard of the King of Shanyue to slowly go away, Xiao Guiluan came from the house gently, Danfeng's eyes blinked slightly, and said with a smile:

"It's not as bad as it rumors."

Xiao Guiluan now also has the peak cultivation of fetal breath, and she is practicing the wheel raising method of the Xiao family's lineage, which is the method of the four grades, which is better than the Li family's, and the cultivation is naturally faster.

"I've been on the throne for more than ten years."

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

"It's a good thing that he keeps an eye on the Tian family and the Shanyue nobles all the time."

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

"The Xiao family also sent someone over, and my familiar sisters in the family were amazed, and there were thousands of strange rumors, saying that my family inherited the way of the sword, and there was a fairy sword in the family, and the person who pulled out this sword could become the head of the family."

"Although you have a high cultivation, you can't be recognized by the sword, so you have to be wronged to be a son, Yuanping is weak and sickly, but the swordsmanship is ......"

Xiao Guiluan spoke carefully, causing Li Yuanjiao to laugh and reply:

"That group of scattered cultivators who are breathless and miscellaneous love rumors, can you believe this?"

"He who does not believe."

Xiao Guiluan lowered his eyebrows and said softly:

"The family has always been taboo about the ancestors or rumors related to the inheritance, and they have always been controlled by the main courtyard of the clan, but now this matter is very loud, which makes me have doubts."

"You say."

Li Yuanjiao's smile slowly disappeared, he turned to look at her, saw that her eyelids trembled, and looked at him with those Danfeng eyes, the two looked at each other for a few breaths, Xiao Guiluan said calmly:

"Ancestor... Are you still healthy? ”

(End of chapter)