An Yuyan walked out of the house, and all the clan soldiers on both sides greeted him with smiles. They all had friendly smiles on their faces, and even those outside the courtyard waved to him.
An Yuyan nodded in agreement and answered with a smile. Suddenly, he felt like he was in another world. He had always been greedy and domineering, and he dominated the An family. His servants were all timid when they saw him, and he killed people when they were dissatisfied with him.
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Later, his family was ruined and he took refuge with the Li family, until he wanted to please the Li family during a monster attack and rescued a young clan soldier. The young man knocked on the courtyard door with a smile that night and squeezed in with a big basin of dumplings.
His family said that his mother had made it and wanted to send it to express his gratitude. The two chatted all night, and An Yanyan grinned after eating and asked:
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, laughed loudly, and replied:
"What's there to be afraid of?"
An Yanyan chewed the dumplings that tasted like dog shit to him, swallowed them forcefully, and said with a smile:
"There is nothing to be afraid of!"
So An Quanyan made fists and drank wine with a group of tribal soldiers. They all laughed and cried to the sky. They sat around the wall and looked at the girls. They took turns taking them to fly into the sky. The young men were so scared that their legs and feet became weak. An Quanyan laughed loudly.
Laugh, often to tears.
After coming back to his senses, all the clan soldiers looked at him with smiles. An Yanyan pulled out the long bench and said with a smile:
"Little kids, what kind of ghost story do you want to hear today?"
The stone road along the way was wiped clean. An Zhanyan went up the mountain, full of doubts, and thought to himself:
"I heard that your ancestor was once an outer disciple of the Immortal Mansion, and this "White Head Knocking on the Courtyard Sutra" was passed down. Can you elaborate?"
There was no one on Lijing Mountain, only the slightly cold wind was blowing in front of me, and An Partyan murmured:
"Is it possible that the Li family has become suspicious because they haven't encountered the woman who has crammed into my house in the past few years..."
Tian Zhongqing nodded slightly, and saw An Yuyan shaking his robe on the wooden bench and replied:
An Junyan's head was buzzing like an explosion, and he swallowed in disbelief. He was a senior who practiced Qi earlier than Li Tongya, and he watched helplessly as he went from the first level of Qi training to the fifth level of Qi training.
From the fifth level of Qi training to the eighth level of Qi training, and now it has become the foundation, his attitude changed from contempt to surprise, from surprise to respect, from respect to fear, and finally he knelt down in front of him. The complicated emotions in his heart can be seen.
An Junyan then straightened up, watched Li Tongya put down the jade slip, and said warmly:
Seeing Li Tongya nod, An Quanyan continued:
"The ancestor failed to break through the Zi Mansion and died. The old man only gave birth to a son, but he was at the peak of Qi training. He had no choice but to support his surname and recruit loose cultivators to guard him. Since then, the root of the disaster has been laid..."
Seeing Li Tongya reach the realm he had dreamed of, An Zhanyan bowed and closed his eyes, feeling both admiration and fear, until Li Tongya opened his mouth and said with a smile:
"Brother Zou Yan, you're welcome. Please get up."
An Yuyan nodded quickly, not caring to clear up his mood, recalled for a few moments, organized his words, and replied:
"Part Yan... I've met senior!"
The eyes of all the clan soldiers lit up and they began to quarrel with each other. An Zhanyan watched with a smile. Unexpectedly, there was a sound of horse hoofbeats, dust and smoke rose from the entrance of the alley, and the young man in white robe reined in his horse and stopped in front of the courtyard. The man turned over
He dismounted, cupped his fists and said respectfully:
"Senior! The master of the house invites you."
"Don't worry, my family is not the Jiang family, nothing will happen to me."
Tian Zhongqing waved his hand and replied:
"What's going on? Even if it's a Qi-training monster sneaking into the town, there's no need to personally call me up the mountain."
Some of the clan soldiers exclaimed, and they immediately stooped down, half-kneeling on the ground, and said in unison:
“I’ve seen hundreds of households!”
An Yuyan lowered his head. Li Tongya looked at him and asked:
"How old are you?"
"The part from the southeastern coast to the original mushroom forest was all Wangyue Ze at that time."
Tian Zhongqing nodded slightly and said with a smile:
The person at the top is not Li Xuanxuan, but a middle-aged man with gray hair on the temples. His eyebrows are slow and long, and his face is calm. He is sitting upright at the top, holding a white jade slip in his hand, and he is practicing Qi.
With a sixth-level cultivation level, one could easily see the small characters engraved on the jade slip.
"The White-headed Knocking Sutra"
"My ancestor's surname is Jiang, and he is an outer disciple of the Immortal Mansion. He became a Qi practitioner at the age of eighteen and met the minimum requirements of the Immortal Mansion, so he was taught the "White-headed Knocking on the Courtyard Sutra" and led the immortal soldiers to patrol the three areas east of Mochizuki and Zedong.
In the Yuling Lake area, he became an immortal general at the age of thirty-nine and became an immortal general. He obtained these two inheritances and chose his own generals."
"Wang Yue Zedong from the three areas to Yuling Lake area."
"It's just the third level of fetal breath. It's not worth mentioning. As for the affairs of the head of the family, I don't know anything about it."
"Tian Baihu!"
"Foreign surnames support each other, and each has his own female wife. They are in opposition to each other, and the various lineages are becoming more and more alienated. In less than a hundred years, there are even marriages with foreign surnames in the main family. After three generations, there are not even many people with the surname Jiang..."
"The master's family now has Chen, Liu, Tian, and Ren clans under its control. All the clans have their own talents. If they are not suppressed, they may change over time..."
The clan soldiers below asked each other for a while, and someone whispered:
"Brother Zhong Qing! I heard that Uncle Xuanling made a breakthrough in practicing Qi. Do you know whether it is true or not?"
"Eighty-five."
An Yanyan sighed and whispered:
"I understand."
He shook his sleeves, and the courtyard made of bluestones appeared in front of him. The courtyard door was ajar. An Yanyan pushed open the heavy courtyard door. The house was open, and two clan soldiers stood quietly outside.
Li Tongya raised his eyebrows and asked, and An Quanyan quickly replied:
After saying that, he jumped into the sky and headed towards the mountain. Tian Zhongqing glanced at him with envy, and a group of clan soldiers gathered around him in excitement. You said something to me:
"Baihu! How far has your cultivation reached now?"
"Brother Zhong Qing! But there is another qi-training monster that eats people?"
"Therefore, there are very few monks with foreign surnames in the families on the lake. We are really afraid of what the Jiang family has learned. We and other families are even more scared to death if they steal people's legal system. There are almost no people with foreign surnames in the family..."
"In another ten years, his son broke through the foundation building. There are also few children and grandchildren, all of whom have spiritual acupoints, and their skills are quickly improved. As the cultivation level increases, it becomes more and more difficult for the heirs. Later, his son competes for the opportunity of the Zi Mansion and is killed. Several monks with other surnames fight against each other.
If they are not convinced and each supports his own children and grandchildren, there are already signs of division."
Li Tongya rubbed the jade slip in his palm without saying a word. An Junyan looked at him and whispered:
Stepping forward into the room with simple furnishings, An Partyan lowered his head habitually, lifted up the skirt of his robe, and was about to bow down, but his eyes suddenly opened wide.
The clan soldiers immediately started talking like a pot. Tian Zhongqing shook his head and smiled, got on his horse and headed out of the alley.
"How come the foundation is established..."
Li Tongya raised his eyebrows after hearing these words. He never thought that An Yuyan would say such words. He smiled in a low voice and replied:
"My subordinates are talking too much."
"true."
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An Yanyan straightened up, hesitated for a while, and then said:
An Yanyan fell to his knees with a thud, feeling frightened and frightened in his heart. He bent down and said tremblingly:
"Foundation building!"
An Junyan smacked his lips, thinking of his splendid palace, and then looking at the small house in front of him, he felt quite uncomfortable and murmured to himself:
"An Yuyan, you really deserve to die."
An Yuyan responded, somewhat lowly:
"It's difficult to practice Qi with Qigong. If you only practice the sixth level of Qi at the age of eighty-five, I'm afraid there is no hope of building a foundation."
Li Tongya paused and comforted in a low voice. Then he watched An Quanyan step back, picked up the jade slip in his hand that recorded the "White Shou Knocking on the Courtyard Sutra", and whispered:
"In the world of mortals in the court... Jianghe Dalingjing is at home, and Zifu still has a long way to go, so there is no rush."