Chapter 207: Duck Soup

Li Tongya returned to Lijing Mountain. Li Xuanfeng faced him directly, carrying that long bow, holding a jade slip and frowning. Seeing Li Tongya, he hurriedly put away the jade slip and said respectfully:

"Second Uncle is back... How is Qinghong?"

"Already settled in the Fei family."

Li Tongya sized him up for a while and smiled:

"Fifth level of Qi Refining, you are only in your early thirties, it's fast enough, but you still need to polish more."

"Yes."

Li Xuanfeng nodded, and then Li Tongya instructed:

"When Yu Mujian was at your age, he had just entered Qi Refining. You have the blessing of talisman seeds and the body of talisman Qi, which is why you have this cultivation base... Although you cannot compare with that monster An Jingming, you are still one of the best on the lake."

"An Jingming was really too outstanding, making both enemies and friends fear him. Not to mention the Yu family, even the Ding family feared him and hoped he would die. Previously, with him in front to show off, few people noticed you. Now that An Jingming is dead, you must understand the pros and cons."

Li Xuanfeng nodded and replied:

"Nephew understands."

After saying this, he gave a wry smile and said to Li Tongya in a low voice:

"Do you still remember that 'Spiritual Eye Clear Pupil'? It was brought back by Senior Xiao. It is a rare pupil technique. I have studied it for several years but it is difficult to make progress. According to the book, if you get a spiritual water to wash your eyes, it will be of great benefit. This spiritual water is called Clear Origin Spiritual Water, which I have never heard of, so I have to pay attention to it."

"Hmm."

Seeing Li Tongya answer, Li Xuanfeng raised his head and said hesitantly:

"Second Uncle... are you preparing for Foundation Establishment?"

"Not bad."

Li Tongya nodded, which made Li Xuanfeng's expression change slightly, full of worry. Seeing this, Li Tongya said in a low voice:

Pausing, Li Tongya continued:

"Short as two or three years, long as five years, if I break through successfully, I will come out of seclusion. If ten years pass, it means I have died. Then you will break through the barrier and come to collect my bones."

Li Xuanfeng couldn't bear to hear this and lowered his head low. Li Tongya instructed the matters and originally wanted to go straight to the cave dwelling, but his heart moved, and he landed in the cemetery on the mountain.

Stone tablets of various sizes stood, the earliest ones already had pale green moss, while the newest ones were bright and brand new. Li Tongya walked around among them and stopped before Li Xiangping's cenotaph.

He looked silently for a while, then patted his brocade bag, took out a brown eyeball, placed it gently before Li Xiangping's grave, opened his mouth, and couldn't speak.

His gaze swept across the grave group, Li Tongya walked past the stone tablets one by one, saw a small open space, lower than Li Mutian's, sandwiched between Li Changhu and Li Xiangping, looking particularly abrupt.

Li Tongya looked down at the position in front of him. He was meticulous in his actions, calculated his own height, confirmed that this position could accommodate him more than enough, then laughed loudly, rode the wind, and went to the Meichi Mountain cave dwelling.

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Wangyue Lake, An family territory.

There were no big mountains on the south bank of Wangyue Lake. The terrain of Huashan Mountain was gentle, and the trees were lush. The blood stained when the Yu family killed their way up the mountain had been washed away by heavy rain and carefully cleaned up by An Zhe Yu, but there were still black-red blood stains in the stone cracks.

Huashan Mountain was originally the mountain gate of the Ji family, which had been broken by the Wan family. After the Wan family left, the Lu family came, and later it fell into the hands of the An family. Counting the time, four killing calamities occurred in decades, and I don't know how many heads fell, making the trees on Huashan Mountain much more lush.

Dozens of miles south of Huashan Mountain stood a small orchard, surrounded by brown wooden fences, with a few kumquats hanging on the branches of the fruit trees. It looked like a farmer's house, and a few small houses were built on the hillside beside it.

An Zheyan lay blankly on the bed, his expression confused and at a loss. He was afraid of being discovered by the Yu family, so he hid in the forest for a few days, didn't dare to ride the wind, disguised his appearance, and walked to this place on foot.

This family was quite hospitable. Many years ago, a son died, pierced through the neck by a tree branch, and died in his own courtyard. So there was an extra guest room, and An Zheyan was allowed to stay.

"Li family..."

An Zheyan didn't know how Huashan Mountain was now, but learned from this family that An Zhe Yu had become the family head. His heart felt empty, and he thought secretly:

"This kid is a bastard... I'm afraid he has become the Yu family's running dog..."

An Zheyan didn't know the fate of An Jingming's corpse yet, but he already had a bad premonition. He wiped his tears, sighed in a low voice, and said in a low voice:

"Even if I don't give up... I should go. Go to the Li family and take a look."

Thinking of this, An Zheyan's expression gradually became ferocious, and he secretly said:

"This couple cannot be left!"

An Zheyan pinched a formula in his hand, and a touch of art fire emerged. He stood up slowly. This house was mainly made of wood, so just one art fire could cover up all traces.

"Knock knock!"

The door was knocked, and An Zheyan raised his eyebrows in some doubt. He stepped forward, the door opened wide, and in front of him was the wife of this family, standing timidly, holding a bowl of duck soup in her hand, and said in a low voice:

"My family is in this wilderness, and it has been many years since I saw a person. The guest is not used to wild vegetables... My husband killed this duck and boiled it for a few hours, asking the guest to taste it."

An Zheyan was shocked by these words and couldn't describe it. He was used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and had followed them to eat at the table for the past few days to cover up, only moving a few chopsticks, which was seen by the couple, who were worried that he wouldn't eat well.

"Thank... thank you."

An Zheyan took the soup blankly, lowered his head as if he had been slapped, and drank a mouthful of soup hesitantly. This woman probably hadn't cooked duck soup many times in ten out of ten cases. The taste was bland, with a faint earthy smell. That mouthful of bland soup passed through the tip of his tongue and fell into his stomach.

If it were a few years ago, if anyone served this soup to An Zheyan to drink, they would definitely have their hands cut off. An Zheyan swallowed it now, cursing in his heart:

"It really tastes like shit."

But his eyes turned sour, and he couldn't help but shed tears. An Zheyan groaned, tears flowing, but the corners of his mouth hooked up, shouting:

"Good to drink! It really is good to drink!"

As soon as the voice fell, An Zheyan wailed loudly, his body of eighty or ninety catties rolling on the ground. The woman on the side was scared back a step by him, and the duck soup spilled on her arm. She looked at An Zheyan on the ground, covered her face, and carefully sipped the soup juice on her hand.

"I was really wrong to the end..."

Those absurd things surged into his heart. An Zheyan sat on the ground and cried for a while, spat out a mouthful of stuffy blood, and his complexion suddenly became much better. Regardless of the woman who was screaming in fear, An Zheyan threw out two pieces of gold and rode the wind to the north.

Leaving the woman looking around blankly in the courtyard, the man outside walked in hurriedly. The two stared at the piece of gold with big eyes. The man was stunned for a while, hurriedly picked up the hoe, and shouted:

"What are you still looking at there, bury it first!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 208 =====