It’s not that the stupid griffon doesn’t want to run, nor is it very afraid of the sword intent in its body.
But it doesn't want to leave.
He had plenty to eat and drink in Xiao Mansion.
After a grey-haired griffon is full, it will be very honest and not picky about food.
these days.
Li Nian has been watching Fulong's original song.
Read it carefully and compare it, you will benefit a lot from it.
The spells written in the original song are indeed stronger than the version of Feng Yue Lou, and they are more murderous.
The artistic conception of Canglong is also more vividly depicted.
Especially in the last section, when the blue dragon comes to the world, the power of the song is so powerful that the imagination is endless.
Li Nian made a small comparison. If he followed the original song and released the Cang Long Desire with all his strength, he would be as good as chasing the immortal spirit.
He resonated with Yang Jin and Sun Qi's will at the beginning, and with a strike from the immortal spirit, he crossed the border and attacked the enemy, which was almost devastating.
This move, Cang Long Comes to the World, has nearly three-quarters of the combined power of the three of them. It is simply a smaller version.
Li Nian was quite shocked by this discovery. He had always underestimated Fulongyin's power.
No wonder he is!
After all, Xie Yu deleted the most important section of the score.
Tuotuo has recently recovered relatively healthy and returned to his original appearance. At the same time, he has accumulated a lot of quality.
It won't take long for Tuotuo to release the second dream-building spell.
Li Nian gave up the idea of building dreams and practicing cultivation.
He wants to keep the quality of Tuo Tuo and use it to construct illusions.
The royal hunt is getting closer and closer, and Tuo Tuo unexpectedly creates an illusion, which may be of great use.
This day is the Double Ninth Festival!
Early in the morning, the servants of the Xiao Mansion cleaned the courtyard.
Xiao Zhiyuan dressed up and left the house, went to the mountain, and climbed up to worship his ancestors.
Old servants and maids accompanied him.
This old servant with astonishing cultivation is named Ma. He is the housekeeper of the Xiao Mansion and has been a loyal servant for generations.
The little maid's name is Mu Tao.
A group of people headed to Lingshan, Li Nian and Xiao Man were also there.
Queyin Sect is the ancestral property of the Xiao family, and the statue of Master Xiao is also enshrined in Queyin Sect.
When Li Nian and the others arrived, the scene was very solemn. Senior officials from both Qinshu and Qinshu academies gathered together, and there was no shortage of elders.
Even Sect Leader Li and Li Qingjie, who were in charge of the sect on behalf of the sect, were both present, as was Xiao Zhiyuan.
The Queyin Sect was founded by Master Xiao.
This deceased old master had a huge influence on the dynasty. No matter who he was in the Queyin Sect, he would never dare to have the slightest disrespect in his heart.
"Zhiyuan."
Li Qingjie saw Xiao Zhiyuan arriving and stepped forward to say hello.
Under the attire, Xiao Zhiyuan is as beautiful as a fairy. She is more noble than usual and looks like a real royal princess.
"Yeah." Xiao Zhiyuan nodded lightly.
"Uncle Xiao is here." At this time, a senior executive spoke.
In the distance, Xiao Yunshan walked over in black clothes. The old man had a valiant demeanor and solemn authority.
"Uncle." Xiao Zhiyuan stepped forward with a smile.
"Uncle."
"Grandpa Xiao."
Li Nian and Xiao Man said hello in unison.
Xiao Yunshan smiled, reached out and pinched the tip of Xiao Man's pretty little nose.
"Lao Ma, meet the second young master." When Lao Ma saw Xiao Yunshan, he couldn't help but shed tears.
Back then, when they were young, Lao Ma often accompanied Young Master Xiao, and his master and servant were in the imperial city. It was a glorious sight.
"Xiao Ma, you are getting old too." Xiao Yunshan helped the old horse up with one hand.
"Second Young Master, we are all old." Lao Ma sighed, raising his sleeves to wipe his wet eyes.
"Let's worship our ancestors."
Xiaoyun Mountain Road, go ahead and face the ancestral hall.
In front of the ancestral hall, there stands a stone statue, which is the ancestor of the Xiao family and the imperial master.
Inside the ancestral hall, there are countless tablets dedicated to the loyal generations of the Xiao family.
Each of these tablets is associated with a royal national teacher who taught the Li people a prince and made great achievements that will never be forgotten.
now.
Xiao Yunshan was alone in front.
Behind him are Xiao Zhiyuan and his family servants.
After that, it was the turn of Sect Master Li and the elders of the two deans.
"Today we are paying homage to the founder of our Queyin Sect. It would be best for outsiders to stay away."
Li Qingjie suddenly blocked Li Nian, and then added: "Brother Li, please forgive me, you are not a disciple of our Queyin Sect."
Li Nian nodded and was about to exit.
Xiao Yunshan turned around and said: "On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, come over. It is a courtesy to worship ancestors on the Double Ninth Festival. You can also do your part by offering a stick of incense in my Xiao family's ancestral hall and silently reciting the names of your ancestors."
"Yeah." Li Nian nodded and pulled Xiaoman forward.
He was far away from Zhongzhou and could not go back to worship his ancestors.
Now, since Xiao Yunshan opened his mouth, no one would mind. How could Li Nian have the nerve to refuse?
Li Qingjie's eyes were slightly cold, and he felt unhappy, but he did not dare to say anything.
Next, Xiao Yunshan read out the sacrificial words, burned incense and prayed.
Xiao Zhiyuan then burned incense, closed her beautiful eyes, and prayed devoutly, hoping that her ancestors would protect the Xiao family and that her uncle would be safe and live a long life.
Li Nian lit a stick of incense, inserted it into the bronze tripod, and silently recited the name of his ancestors in his heart.
In fact, he didn't know the name of his ancestor.
I could only talk nonsense, praying to my grandfather and grandmother whom I had never met, and my father, who I don’t know whether he was dead or not, to bless me and keep me safe in the Li Dynasty.
"Uncle, aunt, elders, brothers and sisters... I have avenged Jianshan. The culprit and those responsible have been killed, and those involved will also die a bad death."
Li Nian comforted the heroic spirits of Jianshan.
King Wu is dead, Linwu has been destroyed, all the sect leaders have been wiped out, and he even killed Wu Zuo.
As for other people involved, the Qingzhao and Fuqiu tribes will clean them up.
No one stained with the blood of Jianshan can escape.
Nowadays, everyone in the hundreds of sects in the southern border should be in danger, just like a group of rats crossing the street, everyone is shouting to beat them.
After all, under the suppression of Zhongzhou forces, the countries in the south will never allow those people to live.
"Uncle, aunt, Nian'er doesn't ask for anything else. Please wish Luo Wei to get well soon."
Li Nian thought about Luo Wei who was still sleeping, offered incense and candles, and returned to his original position.
"May the ancestors and ancestors protect the martial arts of our Queyin Sect and prosper."
Sect Master Li took the lead and knelt down to worship.
All the elders knelt down and worshiped the statue of the Imperial Master.
"I heard that your Queyin Sect's martial arts is very prosperous, and our Songyue Sect came here to ask for advice."
At this time, an uncoordinated greasy voice came over.
Everyone turned around.
I saw a group of well-armed warriors approaching from far away, coming uninvited and directly blasting away any disciples who dared to come forward to stop them.
"Who are you?" an elder asked angrily.
"Beijiang Mansion, Songyue Gate, junior pine green and white."
At the head was a young man, dressed in white as snow, holding a paper fan, exuding elegance in his windy smile.
"Songyue Gate?"
Li Zongmen looked at the elders, and all the elders of Queyin Sect frowned.
I have never heard of Songyuemen.
"The Queyin Sect teaches the art of calligraphy, and our Songyue Sect is also proficient in calligraphy and painting. This time, I come here to see the skills of the disciples of the Queyin Sect."
Song Qingbai smiled and waved his paper fan.
Immediately, a young man walked out from behind him, holding a gleaming iron pen in his hand.
"I am in Xia Mo Zheng, in the Tianzun realm, a small disciple of Mr. Song Qingbai. Which disciple of the Queyin Sect is here to give me advice?"
Miang Zheng cupped his hands and said, with a long face and narrow eyes, flashing with a fierce look.
Suddenly, the elders of the Queyin Sect looked at each other.
This Songyuemen came uninvited and knocked on the door.
If the Queyin Sect does not respond, where is its majesty?
Especially, today we are worshiping our ancestors in front of this ancestral hall and under the statue of the Imperial Master. If we don’t defeat the Songyue Gate, we would be sorry for all the Imperial Masters of the Xiao family.
"Since someone has asked us about the Queyin Sect, let's go and teach them."
Xiao Yunshan spoke.
Sect Master Li nodded: "Who will give me advice?"
"I'll go." A disciple strode forward, wearing a gold-rimmed Confucian uniform. He was a disciple of the academy.