Li Changqing, Li Changji, Li Changzhi, and Li Qinghuan stood on the top of Taiqiu Mountain. A slightly crisp evening breeze flowed in from outside the mountain guard formation of Taiqiu Mountain, blowing the four identical family clothes, and the black clothes blended with the night.
At the same time, the four people who should have been excited at this time fell silent. They looked at the foundation fruit tree planted in front of them and looked at each other in silence.
The icy blue, crystal clear foundation-building fruit tree has been successfully connected to the spiritual veins of Taiqiu Mountain under the transplantation of Li Changji. A steady stream of spiritual energy is constantly nurturing this foundation-building fruit tree. Li Changji is still quite distressed in the construction process.
Five middle-grade spiritual stones were placed around the base fruit tree.
Through the trunk of the tree, the four of them saw the spiritual energy from Taiqiu Mountain's spiritual veins flowing in the foundation-building fruit tree, and finally gathered on the two foundation-building fruits. The latter continued to sway slightly with the incoming spiritual energy, and the scene was quiet.
And peaceful, like a sleeping baby.
The foundation-building fruit is actually another name. Its real name is the ghost fruit. However, since it is mainly used as the main medicine for refining the foundation-building pill, most monks are accustomed to calling it the foundation-building fruit.
In the middle of the night, after Li Changji carefully compared the classics found in the Sutra Pavilion, he said with great certainty: The Foundation Fruit Tree has taken root in Taiqiu Mountain.
Hearing this, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief. Although everyone was careful during the long-distance transportation, no one knew what adverse effects it would have on this foundation-building fruit tree after traveling for such a long time.
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But now that there is confirmation from Li Changji, a second-level alchemist, it seems that there is really no problem.
After that, Li Changqing arranged a small third-level breath gathering array around the foundation fruit tree, completely blocking the aura emanating from the foundation fruit tree.
When the sky was about to dawn, Li Changzhi set off from his family again to Wujiangfang City. After all, there was still a lot of family affairs waiting for him there. Especially for this guy Li Xuantian, who had not been in Wujiangfang City in the past two months, he was sure
Many of them ran into the Hengduan Mountains.
After Li Changzhi left, Li Changqing and Li Qinghuan each went into their own caves to rest. Li Changji, on the other hand, continued to stay by the foundation fruit tree, fearing that something would go wrong.
...
Three days later, it started to rain lightly. The pattering autumn rain fell from the sky and spread over the entire Taiqiu Mountain. Some of the water droplets were so small that they could no longer fall before they landed on the ground of Taiqiu Mountain. Finally,
Floating in mid-air, forming a hazy mist.
Li Xuangang had just finished refining this month's Yanggu Pill and was coming out of the Alchemy Pavilion at this time.
After he stepped out of the door of the Alchemy Pavilion, he was followed closely by Li Yuxian, who ranked third in the Jade generation.
Li Yuxian put away the Yanggu Pill refined by his ninth uncle Li Xuangang this time, and then skillfully closed the door of the alchemy pavilion. After confirming that it was correct, he followed Li Xuangang in front and prepared to descend from the side peak of Taiqiu Mountain.
Two figures, one large and one small, slowly strolled in the red ocean formed by red red grass in the rain. The rain kept dripping down their hair. Li Yuxian was a little strange, why Uncle Jiu was walking so slowly today.
Li Xuangang was walking in front, and Li Yuxian didn't dare to rush him, so he had to follow him slowly and leisurely.
After walking through the ridge and countless medicinal gardens planted with red red grass, Li Xuangang suddenly looked ahead and asked softly:
"Yuxian, when did you go to Mount Taiqiu?"
Although Li Yuxian was a little confused, he still replied respectfully:
"Uncle Jiu, I passed the family test six years ago, and then entered Taiqiu Mountain."
"Then it was Li Yishang, the seventh uncle, who gave you the title in the ancestral temple?"
Li Yuxian thought for a moment about the white-bearded image in his mind that always smiled at the people of the Yu clan, and then replied:
"Um."
With a little calmness, Li Xuangang slowed down his pace and said to Li Yuxian behind him:
"His lifespan has been exhausted and he has passed away."
"ah......"
Li Yuxian exclaimed.
Yesterday, Li Changji sent this news to all the clansmen in the late stage of Qi Refining in Taiqiu Mountain.
...
Just as Li Xuangang and Li Yuxian were rushing down the mountain, a somewhat muddy bell sounded from the hillside of Taiqiu Mountain, every three tones, six times in total.
Hearing the sound of the bell, Li Xuangang and Li Yuxian accelerated their pace. At this time, countless black figures appeared from all over Taiqiu Mountain, and then gathered towards the location where the bell sounded.
Half an hour later, the more than a hundred clansmen who were still in Taiqiu Mountain all stood outside the ancestral temple. It was dark. Although the number of people was huge, there was no chaos. The entire ancestral temple was only covered with raindrops hitting the bluestone slabs.
sound.
When Li Xuangang arrived with Li Yuxian, many tribesmen had already gathered. Li Xuangang also saw a slightly unfamiliar but familiar little figure inside. At this time, this figure was standing among a group of black mysterious clothes, wearing pear blossoms.
rain.
Li Xuangang walked over, stood next to this figure, then looked at the ancestral temple in front of him, and said lightly:
"I told you last time not to cry."
Li Yuqian raised her face, which was still full of childishness and tears, and looked at the tall figure that suddenly appeared next to her.
He stubbornly argued: "I'm not crying, it's just raining."
Li Yuxian, who was standing aside, heard Li Yuqian's answer and suddenly admired her.
The remaining members of the Li clan continued to arrive at the ancestral temple. Figures dressed in black stood solemnly one after another. Some of them were big and some were small, but they all maintained the proper silence.
After half a cup of tea, no one was gathering here anymore. Two people walked out of the ancestral temple. They were Li Changji, who was now in charge of family affairs, and Li Qinghuan, who had not been seen for a long time.
Li Changji walked in front of many tribesmen, and Li Qinghuan stood beside him.
After scanning the space in front of him one by one, Li Changji's low and calm voice came out.
"I'm calling you all together today to talk about three things."
The light rain covering Taiqiu Mountain suddenly became heavier, and the patter gradually became more rapid. Countless raindrops fell on the black eaves of the Li family ancestral temple, and then flowed down the ravine, dripping on Li Changji's body one drop after another.
"The first thing is that the family has reserved the spiritual stones for upgrading the spiritual veins. Starting from this year, the worship of all clan members will be restored."
The monks of the Li family standing in the rain did not answer, cheer or move, and remained quiet.
The atmosphere gradually solidified with everyone's silence.
Looking at everyone, Li Changji paused for a moment before continuing:
"The second thing is that three years have passed since the recruitment order of the Corpse Ghost Sect. Two years later, the family monks sent to Wujiangfang City will be rotated."
The rain began to fall heavily, and the water droplets had completely penetrated the clothes. Many of them got into the clothes, and then flowed along the skin to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Li Changji's voice became a little lonely, with inexplicable sadness.
"The third thing...seventh uncle Li Yishang passed away in the cave yesterday after running out of life."
Then there was some strange movement in the crowd, and sounds began to be heard. It was the sound of the body swinging slightly and colliding with other things.
After saying the last thing, Li Changji and Li Qinghuan walked down the steps of the ancestral temple and stood at the front of the crowd.
After a brief silence, the two of them took all the Li clan members on Taiqiu Mountain behind them and knelt down on one knee, looking down at the ground, and then said in a majestic voice:
"The descendants of the Li family respectfully send the soul of the seventh uncle back to heaven and earth."
What sounded behind him was the sound of knees touching the bluestone.
"The descendants of the Li family respectfully send the soul of the seventh uncle back to heaven and earth."
Everything in the world became quiet, and Li Xuangang seemed to be able to feel the slight ripples caused by the raindrops in the puddle not far away.
After everyone stood up again, Li Changji turned around, looked around the crowd expressionlessly, and then said:
"Where is Li Xuanyuan?"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
Then a black figure emerged from the blackness and slowly walked towards Li Changji.
The shoes stepped on the bluestone, causing a lot of water splashes. Li Xuanyuan passed through the crowd and approached the ancestral temple.
Li Xuanyuan is the thirteenth in the Xuan generation, and is now at the eighth level of Qi refining. He is tall and thin, with fair skin. His eyes are slightly squinted, as if they contain stars, and his long hair is not tied up.
Instead, tie it up casually with a piece of cloth and let it hang loosely on your back.
Walking in front of Li Changji, Li Xuanyuan's face was calm and tranquil.
The latter handed over a storage bag and handed it into Li Xuanyuan's hand.
"You are the direct descendant of Uncle Seventh. This is his relic. You should take good care of it."
The latter stretched out his hand and calmly took the storage bag handed over by Li Changji.
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At night, the rain had stopped. On the top of Taiqiu Mountain, Li Changqing and Li Changji stood side by side, with a sea of clouds in front of them.
After a moment of silence, Li Changqing said:
"I have already set up the formations for upgrading the family's spiritual veins in advance, and then I can arrange for the clan members to activate the formations at each major formation. In the past few years, the family has saved more than 60,000 spiritual stones, plus the ones I brought back this time
Eighty thousand should be enough, if there is anything left, put it in the treasury, and you might as well make more offerings to the tribe this year."
"Chang Ji knows."
"In addition, I checked the classics and found that the two foundation-building fruits on this foundation-building fruit tree will mature in five years at most. Please be more careful. If you have become a third-level alchemist by then, then it will be up to you.
Come to refine it, if you don’t have it... then take it to the alchemist of the Corpse Ghost Sect, just be careful."
"As for the refined Foundation Establishment Pill, you directly tell Qingyang and Qingjing. If you want the Foundation Establishment Pill, you can use 11,000 points of family contribution in exchange for it. If they can't produce it at the moment, then the Foundation Establishment Pill will be used first."
Keep it for you."
Li Changji nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Then, Li Changqing sighed lightly, his eyes fluttered far away in Taiqiu Mountain, and he said in a melancholy voice:
"Do you know what Uncle Qi said last?"
Li Changji stood beside him and followed Li Changqing's gaze, but saw nothing but darkness.
Li Changqing continued:
"He told Qing Huan to stay there and not move. He said that the Li family cannot lose this battle."
Li Changji turned his head to look at his fifth brother, and suddenly felt that there were some changes in the other person's aura that he could not understand.
"Long season."
"Um."
"Uncle Seven died in the Hengduan Mountains, but we can't even reveal the true cause of his death. We can only cover it up by saying that he ran out of life. Do you think this is the final destination of a family monk?"
Li Changji opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he remained tacitly silent.
Without waiting for an answer, Li Changqing turned around and walked towards his cave, saying the last words before closing the cave.
"Chang Ji, I'm afraid I'm going to have to work hard for you next time."
With a "bang", Li Changqing's cave was closed. This cave will not be opened again for at least the next twenty years.
Seeing that the cave was closed, Li Changji cupped his fists and bowed:
"Fifth brother is serious."
After that, Li Changji went down from the top of Taiqiu Mountain. He was going to arrange the next goal that his family had been striving for for hundreds of years: to raise the second-level spiritual veins of Taiqiu Mountain to the third level.
On the second day, the news that Li Yishang, the foundation-building monk of the Li family in Taiqiu Mountain, had exhausted his life span, spread from Taiqiu Mountain and was known to all the major families in the Tianhe area in a short period of time.
At this time, the entire Taiqiu Li family was busy preparing for the upgrade of their spiritual veins.
Li Xuangang sat in his cave, looking at the four Spring Dew Pills in his hand. This was the result of his two years of practice refining the Spring Dew Pill using the yellow bud grass squeezed out by his family. After dozens of failures, he
, finally increased the rate of Spring Dew Pill to 40%.