One year is neither long nor short. After Li Xuangang and Li Yuheng resigned from Li Changqing, they returned to their respective caves.
I simply arranged some affairs and packed some things.
One year has come soon.
Before the two of them set off, Li Yuheng took a spirit beast bag to the top of Linghu Peak.
When he came back from above, there was already a little more in the spirit beast bag.
Li Xuangang summoned the Mo Qing Feizhou from his storage bag and jumped in first. After Li Yuheng also entered it, he turned his head and glanced at the spirit beast bag in the latter's hand.
He naturally knew what was inside, but what made him a little curious was how Li Yuheng persuaded the mutated black turtle to go with him to the central part of Chaoyang Continent.
However, although there were some doubts in his heart, Li Yuheng was able to take this third-level middle-grade black turtle away from the family, presumably with the tacit approval of his fifth uncle, so he did not ask too much, just took a brief look.
, then withdrew his gaze and took out the control token of Mo Qing Feizhou.
On the top of the third side peak of Taiqiu Mountain, two figures looked at the dark blue light heading west and could not speak for a long time.
It wasn't until the sun gradually set in the west and the setting sun passed over the main peak of Taiqiu Mountain and landed on where they were that one of the figures spoke.
Li Changzhi stood beside Li Changqing, withdrew his gaze, and said:
"I don't know when Xuantian will be able to come back. Xuan Yuan may not be able to come back!"
"Xuan Gang and Yu Heng... Fifth Brother, do you really want to send them?"
Li Changzhi's hair has turned gray, and his whole body has begun to look aging. When standing next to Li Changqing, who looks like a middle-aged monk, he looks even more aged.
Foundation-building monks enjoy three hundred lifespans, but this is not absolute. Three hundred is just a limit. Most monks in the foundation-building stage cannot live that long and can only live close to this number.
When Li Changqing heard the words of his seventh brother Li Changzhi, he did not immediately respond. Instead, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look to the side.
Li Changzhi knew what Fifth Brother was thinking. He did not dwell on the question he had just asked, but murmured softly with deep feelings:
"Fifth brother, don't worry. After all, there are still ten or twenty years of good life, but I'm afraid there is no hope of a breakthrough... Actually, this is nothing. The only regret is... I haven't seen Xuantian yet.
"
Li Changqing remained silent, his eyes were calm and his face was indifferent.
But somehow, I suddenly thought of what Li Changzhi looked like when he first entered the mountain a long time ago.
At that time, he had been practicing qi for many years, but for several times in the subsequent mortal clan, there were no clansmen with talent for cultivation, and then two suddenly appeared.
Among them are the sixth brother and the seventh brother Li Changzhi.
Although a long time has passed, looking back now, it is still very clear.
Uncle Qi was so happy at the time that he even went to the ancestral hall in person to give the two of them the title. He was even more delighted when he later found out that Li Changzhi had good talent in cultivation and was qualified to enter the art of weapon refining.
Sixth Brother... Sixth Brother has passed away long ago, and now Changzhi has reached the end...
Li Changqing continued to look at Li Changzhi like this, then the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked, he raised his arms slightly, and raised his arms to wrap his arms around the latter's shoulders, just like he did many years ago.
He responded softly:
"Xuan Gang and Yu Heng are fine. I have already made arrangements over there. They will be fine... Well, it can be regarded as a support from the family. Our Li family will always need something in the future...
....”
Li Changzhi was much shorter than his fifth brother Li Changqing. At this time, he could only raise his head to look at him, already understanding the latter's arrangement.
Then he smiled, and then laughed, just like he had done for many years.
Feng Feng Huo Huo Li Changzhi, when such hearty laughter spread throughout Qifeng, many members of the Yu clan raised their heads in surprise and looked in the direction of the peak.
They have never seen their seventh uncle laugh like this!
After finishing laughing, Li Changzhi turned around and walked towards a loft in the back, his back a little bleak.
Li Changqing did not follow him, but stood there, watching quietly. His arm had been retracted, and the other hand was clasped behind his back.
When Li Changzhi pushed open the door, stepped into the darkness with one foot, and was about to lift the other foot, he suddenly stopped.
Chu'er turned around and looked behind him at his fifth brother who was standing at attention with his hands behind his back. An innocent smile suddenly appeared on his old face. He finally said through voice transmission:
"Fifth brother..."
"Actually, I didn't agree with Uncle Qi's choice back then, but I couldn't help it..."
"You are the glory of our family!"
"It's a pity that I may not be able to see a more powerful you!"
"Now that we've said goodbye, I'm afraid we, two brothers, will only see each other for the last time..."
"I want to save this last period of time for Xuantian. If I can last..."
After saying that, Li Changzhi finally raised his remaining foot, took a deep look at Li Changqing, and then his whole body was immersed in the darkness.
With a "creak" sound, the door was closed, and the top of Qifeng fell into silence again.
Li Changqing kept moving and stood there for a long time. He finally glanced at Li Changzhi's location before leaving and returned to the top of Taiqiu Mountain.
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Today's weather was not very good. The already gloomy sky soon started to rain lightly.
When Li Changqing landed on the top of the mountain, Li Changji was already waiting for him.
"Is Seventh Brother asleep?"
"Um."
After Li Changqing's simple response, there was another period of silence. It was not until he was about to return to his cave that he spoke:
"Next, pay more attention to the north and pay attention to the existence of Xuantian in the family tree."
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Li Changji naturally knew what the fifth brother meant, and he also knew what the seventh brother meant.
The seventh brother's lifespan is running out, and there is no hope of conventional breakthroughs. In order to prolong his lifespan longer, he uses a spell called Guixijue to maintain his current state.
Although this spell can slow down the monk's own decline, it also means that he himself must choose to fall into silence until he wakes up again, and waking up again means that his body is on the verge of collapse.
Li Changji knew Brother Qi well. According to his temperament, it was absolutely impossible for him to accept this way of ending his monastic career.
But for some things, he is willing to fall into this state of life that he is extremely bored with.
Li Xuantian, who ranked second in the Xuan generation, was the seventh uncle's favorite junior. This was known to the entire Li family at that time, especially among the monks of the Xuan generation.
Li Changji also knew this. Xuantian had been under the protection of Seventh Brother since he was a child. He practiced with him and practiced weapon refining with him. He even took him with him to Wujiangfang City...
Moreover, the latter is also the only clan member who has dared to refute Li Changzhi since he was a child. If it were the clan uncles of the Qing generation, Li Changzhi would have used his fists as a reason.
But for Li Xuantian, Li Changji had never seen such a scene in his memory.
Every time Seventh Brother returns to the mountain and mentions Xuantian, there is a touch of uncontrollable joy on his face.
As Li Changji walked, he unconsciously looked towards Qi Peak, and then turned to look north, as if his eyes could penetrate the countless miles of distance and see the far north beyond.
"That is the junior that Brother Seven has the highest hopes for..."
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Twenty-six years later, when Li Changzhi passed away on the top of Qi Peak, his favorite Li Xuantian still failed to come back. At this time, only his fifth brother and seventh brother were with him.
That day, nine dull bells rang in the ancestral hall on the hillside of Taiqiu Mountain, and a heavy rain came as promised.
That day, far in the far north, on an ice field, a tall and upright figure seemed to feel something. He came out of the cave in retreat and looked to the south in the distance.
Her long pale hair was dancing in the wind, and it was covered with fine ice crystals. Her eyes, which were already like ice-blue amber, began to become extremely deep, and it seemed like countless stars could be seen inside.
On that day, Li Xuantian, the newly promoted Jindan Master in the far north, chose to go south, and countless ice and snow moved with him.