Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 65 Two Foxes
Li Xuanfeng hiccupped unceasingly from crying, and lay down on old man Xu's corpse to rest for a quarter of an hour, until he stopped hiccupping before slowly getting up.

He grabbed old man Xu's left foot and dragged it to a tombstone that was half a person tall, only to find that the old man's body was as light as a stack of firewood, and even he, a child, could pull it.

Lifting his upper body vigorously and letting him lean against the tombstone, Li Xuanfeng tried his best to smooth the old man's painfully distorted face, trying to make the old man look more peaceful.

"Ugh-"

Seeing the wrinkled face of the old man who seemed to be crying and smiling, Li Xuanfeng burst into tears, and hurriedly ran up the mountain while wiping away his tears.

After walking for a while, until he looked up and could see the courtyard under the golden sunlight, Li Xuanfeng quickly wiped away his tears, and walked towards the courtyard with his mouth pursed.

Entering the door is the ground paved with blue bricks. A little girl in a small leather jacket is sitting quietly at the table, holding a snow-white kitten in her hands, whispering.

The sun shone on her drooping eyebrows, and her beautifully curved eyes made people want to laugh with her.

It is Li Jingtian, the only girl in the Li family. Liu Rouxuan gave birth to Li Tongya's son, Li Xuanling, who is now studying in the academy, so Li Jingtian is left alone in the academy.

"Brother Feng."

The girl raised her head, put the white kitten in her hand on the table, and said with a smile:
"Who are you being bullied by?"

"Who would dare to bully him? He has always bullied others."

But he saw a young man walking in the main courtyard, with slow and long eyebrows, gentle eyes, and a faint look of Li Changhu between his brows, he interjected with a smile.

"Brother Xuan, are you out of customs?"

The girl's eyes lit up, she smiled and walked over bouncingly, took Li Xuanxuan's hand, and said expectantly:

"But the third circle of fetal breath?"

Li Xuanxuan nodded with a smile, but saw that Li Xuanfeng was still silent, so he bent down to ask him.

"What happened to Feng'er?"

Li Xuanfeng replied sullenly:
"Uncle Xu is dead."

"what?!"

Li Xuanxuan froze for a moment, and the gentle smile on his face finally disappeared. His eyes were full of sadness, and he opened his mouth without saying a word.

Li Xuanxuan lost his father as soon as he was born. Although his grandfather Li Mutian doted on him, the old man was unsmiling and always sat quietly on weekdays. Li Xuanxuan himself didn't know whether to respect him more or love him more.

When he grew up, Li Xiangping took him by his side every day, and he, Li Xuanxuan, was also extremely cautious every day, carefully trying to figure out his uncle's words and orders, not daring to relax in the slightest.

During his more than ten years of childhood, only the old man Xu folded grass crickets for him, painted him, and told him the story of his father Li Changhu...

Despite the pain in his heart, Li Xuanxuan quickly restrained his expression, patted Li Xuanfeng on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Take me to see."

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Li Chengfu bent over and stepped over the high threshold of the lobby. In the hall sat several old men discussing matters with stern faces, and at the top sat a middle-aged man with a majestic expression, wearing a gray wolf fur coat, bowing his head. The head drank tea casually.

"In charge, old man Xu is dead."

Li Chengfu is also gray at the temples now, but his skills can be considered vigorous, he bent over to the side of the middle-aged man, and said in a low voice.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and asked:
"What did the master say?"

"Buried on the mountain, under the order of the young Patriarch."

The middle-aged man nodded, thought for a while, put the tea bowl on the table, clapped his hands, and said in a low voice:

"Today's discussion ends here. There are still important matters to be dealt with on Lijing Mountain, so Ye Sheng won't leave everyone behind."

Li Yesheng has been in charge for more than ten years, and now he is 30 years old. Gu Pan has his own majesty. In Dashan, where the average life expectancy is less than 60 years old and he gets married at the age of [-] or [-], he can be said to be in his prime. The eldest son Li Xiewen is already twelve or thirteen years old.

Ren Ping'an had died of illness the year before last, and now his uncle Liu Linfeng is in charge of Jingyang Village. After hearing Li Yesheng's words, these people immediately got up and resigned, and they went back to the village under the escort of their family members.

Li Yesheng saw that everyone was gone, so he took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice:

"Go and call Xie Wen, and go with me to Meichi Mountain to report to the Patriarch."

Li Xiangping has been in charge of the affairs for more than ten years now, so the people below naturally call him the Patriarch.

"Young Patriarch left the customs, my family Qiuyang went up the mountain to pay a visit, and came back and said that his strength is already comparable to Qiuyang."

Seeing Li Xiewen hastily entered the room, Li Chengfu raised his head and glanced at Li Yesheng, his face was full of joy, and he said with a low smile.

Thanks to Li Xiangping's tireless and generous teaching of Li Xuanxuan for more than ten years, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Li Xiangping really cultivated Li Changhu's posthumous son as the next generation head of the Li family. Li Xuanxuan is the head of the young family.

"Congratulations, Uncle Fu."

Li Yesheng also smiled, and cupped his hands towards Li Chengfu.

"Hey, hehe."

Li Chengfu laughed twice, looked at Li Yesheng for a while, nodded, bent over and held his fists, and retreated.

Li Yesheng saw Li Chengfu bent over and retreated, so he snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice to Li Xiewen:

"Do you know why the father congratulates Li Chengfu?"

"I don't know..."

Li Xiewen scratched his head and looked at his father suspiciously.

"On the contrary, Uncle Cheng Fu has come to ask me about Brother Xuan's cultivation level for several years, and my son said it was not true, and it was not true if he did not..."

Li Yesheng sighed deeply, frowned, and cursed:

"Tell you not to fool around every day! Learn more from me, you won't listen!"

"Only Li Xuanxuan has a spiritual orifice in front of the master. Li Xuanfeng and Li Xuanling don't know how talented they are. You, Li Qiuyang, have been practicing for a long time. If you can cultivate faster than Li Xuanxuan, can the master not be afraid?"

Li Xiewen suddenly realized, and after thinking for a while, he replied:
"That's how it is! Father is afraid that by the time this generation all withers, the remaining two people, Li Xuanxuan and Li Qiuyang, will be under the leadership of the weak..."

"It's still early."

Li Yesheng waved his hands and said coldly:
"The lord's planner is a long-term strategist, so I may not be afraid of him, but I am surrounded by the main line, so I have to be careful. If there is a day when the world is turned upside down, no one will die! Fortunately, Xuan'er's talent is good, and Li Qiuyang can let it go." You don't have to be wary of each other with the master."

With that said, Li Yesheng took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice:

"Test you for my father. If Li Xuanxuan's cultivation is really slow, do you know what to do?"

Li Xiewen lowered his head and thought hard for a while, then whispered:
"Investigate whether Li Qiuyang lied about his cultivation?"

"That's right, children can be taught. It's not easy for you to think of this level."

Li Yesheng nodded and said seriously:

"If he lied about his cultivation, how could the master not see it? That old fox is not that stupid, he will only let Li Qiuyang slow down his cultivation speed, so as to observe the changes of the times, you just deploy your staff and wait for the master's orders."

"Li Xiewen, you have to remember that you and I have done too many things for the master's family, and there is no immortal cultivator in the family. There is no way out except to attach to the master's family, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Li Xiewen and Li Xuanxuan have been playing together since they were young, and they have a deep relationship. After hearing this, they frowned and asked back.

A trace of fear flashed across Li Yesheng's face, and he said tremblingly:

"Unless the four veins of the main family are all withered after a hundred years, there will be no son born with a spiritual aperture."

(End of this chapter)