Having said this, Li Tongya turned his head and looked at Li Xuanxuan, who was holding the spirit-sealing magic formula and casting it on the corpse, and said in a deep voice:

"Xuan'er, what happened to the foreign surname and the monks in the family?"

"Oh."

Li Xuanxuan quickly raised his head and replied respectfully:

"Except Chen Donghe and Li Qiuyang, there have been a total of three monks with foreign surnames and branches in the family in recent years. One of them is Ye. The child has been taken care of. Now it has been changed back to the branch of Li family. The monks with foreign surnames have also married into Li family.

Home."

"good."

Li Tongya nodded in approval and asked:

"How is your cultivation?"

“Unsatisfactory!”

Li Xuanxuan shook his head and explained:

"My family members all use the "Qingyuan Yanglun Method" left by senior Si Yuanbai in the fetal breath breathing method. The practice is very different from my family."

Li Xuanxuan opened his mouth to speak "Taiyin Tu Na Yang Lun Sutra", but was blocked by the Xuanzhu Talisman in the Qihai Cave, interrupting his words, and even alarmed Lu Jiangxian who was studying with great concentration, and he knew it with a glance of his spiritual consciousness.

The whole story made Li Xuanxuan speechless for a moment. He realized that he had made a mistake and changed his words:

"The speed of cultivation is very different from that of my family's method. Now the highest it can be is the second level of the Fetal Breathing Wheel. On weekdays, I just grow spiritual rice to feed the oakworms."

After hearing this, Li Tongya nodded and thought to himself:

"We also need to see if we can replace this fetal breath technique with a good one. There are only six black bead talismans. Sooner or later, most of the disciples will not have enough. Don't use this cheap stuff then."

Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanling took care of the whole mountain boar demon and asked people to drag it away. Li Xiewen came up to report that the Liu family came to announce the funeral and that his uncle Liu Linfeng had gone tonight.

"well"

The Xuan family members in the family were still ignorant, but Li Tongya felt suffocated.

Counting the days, he was already forty years old. Liu Linfeng was twenty-five years older than him and lived to be sixty-five, which was considered a long life in the village.

"Don't inform mother."

Mr. Liu's health has been poor in recent years. After Li Mutian left, he seemed to have lost his soul. He kept wandering around and sometimes he didn't know where he went. Li Tongya was afraid of hurting the old man.

"I'll go down the mountain and have a look."

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Chen Donghe walked along the path drawn by Li Xiangping. He never saw any large groups of soldiers and horses. Even the soldiers stationed there were withdrawn.

Along the way, in addition to corpses strewn all over the place, there were vultures and jackals eating the corpses. There was no water source on the dry land, and only some small pools remained on the dry riverbed.

The group of people walked with their heads downcast, and the whole team could only hear the faint sound of sobs.

Of the 1,000 people who went out that year, only more than 200 came back. Although they caused the enemy ten times more casualties and a hundred times more turmoil, the people who returned were still wounded everywhere and looked sad.

Chen Donghe glanced at Li Yesheng, who was lying curled up on the stretcher next to him. He was bent at the waist and had been in a coma for three days. Finally, he saw him open his eyes slightly and asked Chen Donghe in a low voice:

"Where's the head of the family?"

"In front."

Chen Donghe squeezed out a smile, and when he saw Li Yesheng closing his eyes with a smile, his heart ached slightly, but he found a tear falling from the corner of Li Yesheng's eyes, and choked with sobs:

"Uncle Ye Sheng, I know I can't hide it from you."

Li Yesheng closed his eyes tightly and said warmly:

"How did you die?"

"Witchcraft kills."

Chen Donghe answered while holding back tears, and Li Yesheng sighed from deep in his throat, tears falling from the corners of his eyes again.

Li Yesheng not only wept that such a powerful person like Li Xiangping ended so hastily, but also mourned the complete end of his power and status. As for his relationship with Li Xiangping, Li Yesheng's heart was as complicated as a bowl of lump soup that had been boiled and scattered on the floor.

"Brother Xiang Ping, you and I are actually the same kind of people."

Li Yesheng is more familiar with Li Xiangping than Li Xiangping.

He knew that when he was fifteen years old, the bluestone was his brother Li Yesheng's blood, and he also knew what the guilt in Li Xiangping's eyes was that year. Li Yesheng knew it, but pretended not to know.

In fact, the twelve-year-old Li Yesheng was always beaten, scolded and molested by his brother. He gritted his teeth and counted them. There were three knives in Lijing Village, one big and two small. If he wanted to get rid of his brother Li Yesheng, they had to have a conflict.

As a result, Li Yesheng could always hear all kinds of rumors about the Li Mutian family. Li Yesheng walked on thin ice and pushed carefully for three years before finally killing him.

Li Yesheng originally thought that Li Mutian would take action, but he didn't expect that he borrowed Li Xiangping's knife, and Li Yesheng became his lackey for the rest of his life. However, he didn't expect that Li Xiangping died before him, which made him miserable.

"Brother Xiang Ping, in the next life I want to be your brother, as good as Brother Tongya and as close as Brother Changhu."

Li Yesheng murmured, raised his hand with difficulty, and took out a bottle of medicine from his waist.

This was the medicine he prepared in case it fell into Shanyue's hands and was tortured. He didn't know what it tasted like yet.

"Surviving is nothing more than hanging on for a breath. Xie Wen has grown up now and has a deep relationship with Xuan Xuan. The arrangements for his parents are enough."

Li Yesheng raised his hand with difficulty, feeling the clear liquid slowly flowing into his mouth. His mouth suddenly became numb, and he slowly began to twist. His white hair was swaying on the stretcher.

"Damn it, it's painful."

He thought angrily at the end of his life.
Chapter completed!