Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Five years later.

The rising sun in the early morning broke through the layers of mist in the mountains, spreading down from the gaps between the treetops and leaves, revealing pale golden fragments all over the ground.

The Li family has been farming by Wangyue Lake for another five years. Sixteen or seventeen years have passed since they picked up the jianzi. The stone road on Lijing Mountain gradually turns green, and the birds are chirping on the branches, creating a new scene.

Old man Xu sat blankly next to the moss-covered stone monument, his rickety body complementing the cold tombstone, and his withered yellow hands tightly grasped a handful of soil.

"Old man... why aren't you dead yet?"

Old man Xu went to Lijing Mountain a few years ago, saying that he wanted to guard the cemetery for the Li family. Li Xiangping and others could not resist him, so they had to let him go.

Li Xuanxuan built a small house for him next to the cemetery on Lijing Mountain. He often brought some things to see him. Old man Xu could play tricks, weave grass crickets, and draw some things. The children of the Li family all worked hard every day. Running to the cabin, Li Xuanfeng had no age-appropriate playmates in the mountains, and his father was busy. In the past few years, he had grown up playing with Old Man Xu.

Old man Xu smiled and played with the children, but secretly he was waiting for death. When he went to sleep every night, he thought: "Will you die tomorrow?" But he woke up as usual tomorrow and the sun still rose normally.

Just yesterday, old man Xu arrived at the age of eighty.

"How the hell does anyone live to be eighty years old and still not die?"

Old Man Xu squinted and looked at the hillside in the distance. Under the golden sunshine, a small figure waved on the hillside, and the golden sunshine stretched his back very long.

"Xuan Feng is here to see you~ Mr. Xu——"

The child was covered in stains, his face was stained with mud, and his hair was scattered in strands. He looked a bit dashing and even a bit arrogant. He held a small wooden bow in his hand and his waist. There is also a small quiver tied between them.

The child was jumping down from the hillside filled with golden sunshine, while the old man Xu was nestling in a dark corner and struggling to his death. At this moment, the two were like the two poles of the world. The newly born and the dying met on the hillside of Lijing Mountain. .

"Is Xuanxuan here?"

Old man Xu became more conscious, raised his head, and spoke stumblingly.

"Uncle Xu, I am Li Xuanfeng, and my father is Li Xiangping, not Li Changhu."

Li Xuanfeng chuckled, untied the rope on his pants, found a tombstone of about the same height next to the old man, hummed a song and started peeing.

After peeing for a while, Li Xuanfeng was about to pull up his pants and call it a day. Unexpectedly, old man Xu's eyes widened, he raised his crutch with difficulty, slapped Li Xuanfeng's buttocks, and yelled:

"Damn it, that's your great-grandfather's tomb."

Li Xuanfeng staggered, shook in aggrieved manner, then pulled up his trousers, tied the rope between his trousers, and said with an unconvinced face:

"He's dead! Why aren't you allowed to pee? How did he die?"

"Poisoned to death."

Old man Xu felt a lot more energetic after all this tossing. He reluctantly sat up and said softly:

"Many years ago, your Li family was not so powerful. A large family, called the Yuan family, poisoned Grandpa You and your second grandfather to death and wanted to annex the land."

"Later, your grandfather came back with a knife and killed everyone in the Yuan family. Instead, he took their land and divided it up."

Li Xuanfeng stretched out his small hands and sat on the moss tombstone that was neither high nor short. He smiled and said loudly:

"Good kill!"

Old man Xu glared at him and then continued:

"Okay, okay, the Yuan family...a kid escaped. I'll come back and kill your uncle in twenty-two years!"

"Hey?!"

Li Xuanfeng's eyes suddenly narrowed, the child's slender eyelashes moved between his eyebrows, and he cursed:

"It's all because grandpa didn't do it kindly. He killed the entire family, but one of them managed to escape."

Old man Xu stared at him blankly and said softly:

"What a bad person! Your Li family has been bad since childhood."

Li Xuanfeng shook his head unconvinced and said loudly:

"Why can only his Yuan family kill my Li family? If they kill one of my Li family members, they will be massacred by my family. If my Li family members kill a baby, they will also wait for him to come and take revenge! What's the good thing? Bad fight?”

Old man Xu also shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"When will the injustice be repaid..."

"If your hands and feet are not in place, when will the injustice be repaid? If the family is massacred and the clan is wiped out, what other injustice can be repaid?"

Li Xuanfeng cursed, his young face full of disdain, and he didn't look like a seven or eight-year-old child at all.

Old man Xu coughed twice and laughed at himself:

"The old man has seen too much life and death, and he is afraid of killing people. It's better to do it than you, a baby."

"Uncle Xu."

Li Xuanfeng stood beside him seriously and said:

"Sheep eat grass, wolves eat sheep, people eat meat, monsters eat people, everything in the world is meant to be eaten by you and me by you."

"That's what my father said."

He straightened his back, put on a serious look, and said in an old-fashioned manner:

"Feng'er! The world is a world of great strife!"

After saying this, he laughed and rolled a few times on the ground, making old man Xu on the ground cough and laugh.

Old man Xu laughed for a while, then slowly said:

"Once upon a time, there was a family who lived on the edge of the village. The father worked diligently in farming, and the mother took good care of their three children."

"One day, my father saw fireworks in the neighboring village, so he asked his youngest son Xu San to go up the mountain to chop firewood. Xu San happily went up the mountain and played wildly until the evening."

"But as soon as he got home, Xu San saw blood stains on the ground. More than a dozen people were sitting around his yard, setting up a big pot with his parents in the pot. His two brothers had been shaved and piled up. Into two piles.”

"Xu San was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, hiding in the mountains for ten days. Later, he heard that the village next door had suffered a severe drought. The villagers were so hungry that they had nowhere to go, and his home was far away from the village. Suffered such a disaster."

Li Xuanfeng was fascinated by what he heard and said in a low voice with a cold face:

"I'm going to kill them all."

"But Xu San is a coward. He has been a coward all his life. He dared not say anything and has been hiding in the village his whole life. Xu San hates them. Xu San even hates the big bird and the immortal!"

Old man Xu screamed for a while, stretched out his hand to pull Li Xuanfeng to him, and said quickly and deeply:

"Xu San saw two servants releasing water in the mountains. They said... they said... they seduced the big bird to come to Dali Mountain to eat people in order to take the black energy from the flames and use it to train the young master of Boring Gold Gate. Xu San heard it clearly, but Xu Sanwo didn’t dare to say it for decades.”

"Xu San, Xu San, well... dead, all dead."

Old Man Xu gasped twice, his eyes were bloodshot, and he spit out a few streaks of blood foam from his mouth. He tilted his head and fell to the ground. The withered yellow hand that was holding Li Xuanfeng's trouser leg finally slowly loosened his grip.

Li Xuanfeng stared at him blankly for a long time before suddenly speaking:

"Xu San, you are dead too."

Warm tears flowed down his face and dripped on the cold and stiff body of Old Man Xu. Li Xuanfeng sobbed a few words, lay on his body and cried loudly, crying until he was dizzy and indignant.