Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 202 Settling Home and An Zheyu

"Father Zhong!"

Li Xuanxuan fell to his knees in the cave with a plop, and Li Tongya sat quietly at the top, watching Li Xuanxuan's face full of tears, saw his nephew grit his teeth and said:
"This matter... let's forget it!"

"never mind?"

Li Tongya lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:

"Now it's not whether my Li family wants to let it go, but whether the Yu family wants to let it go! The two have become enemies, and it's not something that any family can end if they want..."

Li Xuanxuan raised his head, wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth and said:
"It was he Yu Mugao who harmed my Li family, and he even got on with his brother, so he still hates me! Why don't you stop! How can there be such a reason... I will be afraid of the Yu family even after my disciple is killed. Don’t give up, where is there…”

Li Xuanxuan moved his lips, and swallowed the word "axiom" at the corner of his mouth. He is also a 40-year-old man, and he no longer has any childish and naive thoughts, but still feels the deep powerlessness and grief, and hangs his head. Go cover your face and weep.

"This world is like this... Heaven is ruthless, and all living beings are like ants."

Li Tongya's gray hair fell down, the old man sighed sadly, Li Xuanxuan covered his face, choked up and said:
"Xiu'er is the most sensible child, all the elders like him as the head of the family, and now he is folded here..."

"Xiu'er is gone. Looking at all the disciples, Yuan Jiao is fierce, Yuan Yun is gentle and weak, and Qing Hong is too free and easy. Who will the family be handed over from now on?"

Li Xuanxuan muttered a few words, Li Tongya shook his head, and said in a low voice:
"The family affairs are not in a hurry. You take over first, but don't go down the mountain. Let Xie Wen sort out the things down the mountain and send them up the mountain. You can practice Qi for a lifespan of two hundred years. You are just the beginning. Wait 20 years to see the younger generation."

"Right now, the Yu family is eyeing them all. Don't let the younger generation go down the mountain again. Be especially careful about Yuan Jiao and Qing Hong. I'll send them to Fei's house...wait for a few more years."

Li Xuanxuan's lips trembled, he closed his eyes and squeezed out two tears, and uttered a word:

"Yes."

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The slightly cold spring rain fell continuously for several nights, and the spring on Moon Lake was over. The warm summer wind crossed the lake from the north and crashed into Dali Mountain. The damp and cold water vapor finally dissipated.

The wind on the south bank of the Great Lake brought gray and black scraps of paper all over the sky, and there was a piece of plain as far as the eye could see, with the sound of crying. From Lijing Mountain to Huazhong Mountain, and then from Huazhong Mountain to Milin County, there were houses hung with white cloth. .

Li Yuanxiu was torn to pieces by thunder and fire, and there were only fragments and flesh and blood in the collapsed backyard. Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanfeng moved the collapsed ruins, shoveled out the blood-soaked sand, mixed with broken bones and poured them into the coffin , Carved a figure with wood, which has seven images of Li Yuanxiu's appearance, placed it on the sand, and buried in a coffin.

"Xiuer!"

The coffin was wrapped in white gauze, and it was transported from the town to the mountain. There was silence on the way, except for the sound of crying. The clan uncles and brothers only mourned in silence, but the clan elders cried out, their wrinkled faces drooping. , bent down, and made all the clan uncles fall down in panic.

Li Yuanjiao was carrying two long gray logs behind him, and Li Xuanxuan was carrying them in front, with a coffin in the middle. Li Yuanjiao raised his head and looked at the eyes of the crowd as if they were projecting them. He saw the ugly faces of his concubines in the crowd. , both sadness and anger.

Once Li Yuanxiu died, Li Yuanjiao's adoption was carried out in secret, and in the eyes of several people, he was a concubine again. Li Xuanxuan became a Qi practitioner, and he was not allowed to miss the position of power. In the hands of Yun, how could he not worry these shrewd brothers?
Although all members of the Li family treat each other equally, and the elders emphasize treating each other as brothers, except for Ling Qiaozi who grew up on the mountain and really treats each other as brothers, there are differences among the clansmen down the mountain. It's because the gap between my own brother and my brother from a different lineage is too great.

Li Yuanjiao understood the thoughts of his brothers just by thinking about it, but he had no time to pay attention to it, and was immersed in grief and anger.

"The Yu family...and Yu Mugao."

Li Yuanjiao gritted his teeth and said aloud, but sighed helplessly at the cultivation base of the third level of fetal breath in his body, and secretly said bitterly:
"The Yu family has the patriarch Yu Yufeng in the late stage of foundation establishment, and Yu Xiaogui in the early stage of foundation establishment. Yu Mugao himself is a monk in the middle stage of Qi training, and this revenge is hard to avenge..."

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Different from the cries under the white silk on Lijing Mountain, although the white silk is hung on Huazhong Mountain, there are laughter and laughter underneath.

"Congratulations, Patriarch!"

"Congratulations, An Jingming and his son deserved what they deserved. They were eliminated by the Yu family. Now Huazhong Mountain is finally my territory!"

The person in the lead had a fourth-level cultivation of fetal breath, and his face was filled with color. Hearing this, he nodded in satisfaction and shouted:
"An Zheyan is an ignorant idiot. He spent the entire family's resources on his precious son. The two of them extorted money based on their qi training, and let me, An Zheyu, be a cow and a horse for him! The two of them finally lost their lives, and apart from these two disasters, my family will be prosperous and prosperous in the future with the support of the master!"

An Zheyu is naturally a puppet supported by the Yu family. He is only in his 50s and only has a four-level cultivation base. If it weren't for the Yu family's means, he would have been the fate of the middle-level family in this life. Now, with the support of the Yu family, he has become a Patriarch, feasted triumphantly.

"Extremely!"

The man at the bottom was full of flattery, his body was only cultivated at the second level of fetal breath, and he looked like a slave, flattering him:
"If this kind of resources were given to the adults before, they would have become foundation building, and it would be a pity to waste them on An Jingming!"

These words seemed to hit An Zheyu's heartbroken all of a sudden, he raised his head fiercely, and shouted:

"So what! Now that the Yu family has given me the merits for cultivating immortals, I will be able to practice Qi within three years!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The man next to him slapped himself on the face, rolled his eyes, and said in a low voice:
"Patriarch, the Yu family took away An Jingming's head, saying that they wanted to take a good look after it was tanned. An Jingming's body is still here. I don't know... how to deal with it?"

An Zheyu stared, immediately overjoyed, shot two beams of greedy and hateful eyes, gritted his teeth and said:
"I've heard that the body of a genius is very magical. It is rumored that if you put it in the temple of the five internal organs, you can get one or two miracles. You have someone chop it up carefully and serve it in a basin. I want to take a good look at it. !"

These words lowered the temperature in the hall out of thin air, and the guards on both sides couldn't bear to commotion. An Jingming was generous and treated his people kindly in his lifetime. He was mean to the clan dandies and offended the dandies headed by An Zheyu, but he had a good reputation among the people , During the seven-day mourning period, every household cried, and all the guards exchanged glances, powerless, weeping silently.

The flatterer at the bottom was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly gave orders. The two chatted and laughed for a while, and after a while, an old servant brought a wooden drawer and a brazier and soup pot. He kicked the man on the waist and shouted:

"Why do you cry and mourn on the day of great joy? Drag it down and die!"

After the words fell, the guards on both sides remained motionless and weeping, the slave became even angrier and shouted:

"You also want to die!"

Only then did two guards come out, dragging the old servant down. The old servant's beard and hair were all stretched out, and he mourned:
"I have served the An family since I was a child. I have been serving the An family for four generations. My father is unkind and my son is unfilial. Only Ming'er is a wise person, but he is harmed by others. The whole family is a lackey of the Yu family... An Yuyu is the only one in the whole family..."

The cry of the old servant disappeared in the corridor, but An Zheyu laughed, and said with a smile:

"When I was young, I only gambled two gold bars, but this old thing sued my father, and beat me so much that I couldn't get out of bed for three days. Later, the old thing was protected by An Zheyan, so I couldn't retaliate. I have remembered this revenge for decades. It’s finally paid off!”

After An Zheyu said this, he lowered his head triumphantly, put down the wine glass, dipped his finger in the blood flowing out of the wooden drawer, felt a slight smell of rust, no fishy smell, sniffed it carefully, and exclaimed:

"I've heard a lot that the bones of people who practice qi don't stink for several days, it's actually true!"

(End of this chapter)