Chapter 92

"Hao'er."

Seeing Li Hao, a smile appeared on Li Tiangang's face, and he said: "Let's go, follow your father to the ancestral hall to pay respects to the ancestors."

"Okay." Li Hao nodded.

After leaving the Shanhe Courtyard, the two flew through the air, one in front and one behind, heading to the deepest part of the Divine General Mansion.

I saw that in front of the ancestral hall on the hillside, the white-clothed Li Tiangang and Li Hao flew over and landed on the square outside the ancestral hall, then walked towards the grand and majestic ancestral hall that carried the thousand-year glory of the Li Clan.

"Fifth Uncle!"

Li Hao saw Fifth Uncle Li Qingzheng by the door of the ancestral hall and immediately called out.

Hearing Li Hao's call, Li Tiangang, who had a solemn expression, changed his face slightly and frowned immediately. He looked at Li Hao, who had already taken a step ahead of him and trotted towards Fifth Uncle in the ancestral hall.

"It's Hao'er."

Hearing Li Hao's call, Li Qingzheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he turned his head with joy: "Why did you think of coming to see me?"

Then he noticed the tall man behind Li Hao: "Well, Tiangang is back too."

"Fifth Uncle, your chess position, the black pieces are going to lose again." Li Hao looked at the chessboard in front of Fifth Uncle and laughed immediately.

Fifth Uncle bared his teeth slightly: "Stop talking nonsense, the winner hasn't been decided yet."

At this time, Li Tiangang walked over. He had a solemn and respectful expression and bowed slightly:

"Fifth Uncle, how have you been lately?"

Li Qingzheng did not pay attention to the hateful kid Li Hao who was watching the chess and talking too much, looked up at Li Tiangang, and smiled: "It's been more than ten years, you kid have grown much stronger. Why are you still growing stubble? How was it in Yanbei? Was it bitter?"

"It's quite good."

Li Tiangang smiled: "It's just a little wind and sand, I'm used to it. There are frequent battles outside the border, and there is no time to clean up, so I'm used to keeping it."

Hearing this, Li Hao looked up at him. Sure enough, compared to the vague figure in his memory, his father now had changed from a straight and handsome youth to a middle-aged man with a beard.

He suddenly felt that he also lacked some care for this father.

"You kid can be considered grown up, not as naughty as you were back then."

Li Qingzheng said with a smile, with some emotion in his eyes.

The young man who used to be has grown up, and they have also grown old.

Although they can live for a long time with their realm, the difference between the human race and the demon race is that the demon race's long-lived way of living is similar to hibernation, and most battles are only for hunting and filling their stomachs.

And the human race mostly lives for two words in their whole life: human feelings.

Where there is feeling, there is desire, so the human race fights everywhere, acts as a hero, and competes for fame, resulting in injuries all over the body. Some old wounds have not healed and new wounds are added, so their lifespan will also decrease accordingly.

It is not difficult to want to live long. Living within the border, enjoying wealth, not touching weapons and swords, and being a living Bodhisattva, you can naturally live for hundreds or even thousands of years in leisure.

It's just that, in this whirlpool of the world in the city, being able to stand tall for hundreds of years without killing intent might also be an extremely difficult thing.

For example, a neighbor you have been with for a long time gives you some eggs and vegetables, but one day they are bullied by a villain. If you can't stand it, you will be involved.

If you can stand it, maybe your Dao heart will be damaged, and you will feel unhappy.

For hundreds of years, how long it is.

"After all, I am already a father."

Li Tiangang smiled, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, but it was quickly restrained.

The wind and frost of time will make that young and soft heart constantly polished by wind and frost, until calluses grow, becoming harder and more restrained.

"Fifth Uncle, I brought Hao'er here to pay respects to the ancestors, and by the way, ask the ancestors about the True Dragon of this generation."

Li Tiangang did not reminisce anymore and returned to the main topic.

Li Qingzheng also expected his purpose for coming here, nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on Li Hao on the side again.

His eyes also became gentle and smiling, and he said: "Hao'er has peerless talent, surpassing your Ninth Brother. He is the fastest person in our Li Clan to reach the Fifteen-Li Realm in these thousands of years. It can be said that he has broken the record."

"Back then, Junye became the True Dragon of your generation. Unfortunately, he died young, and you temporarily took charge."

"But Hao'er's generation is indeed far ahead, leading others too much, and even no one can catch up with his tail."

Hearing Fifth Uncle's high praise, a smile appeared on Li Tiangang's face.

Indeed, in terms of talent, his son can be called excellent to the extreme! And this also made him feel proud and proud in his heart.

"Go."

Li Qingzheng said with a smile.

Li Tiangang nodded, bowed slightly to him again, then turned and led Li Hao to the prayer mat in the ancestral hall.

"Li Clan's 107th generation descendant Li Tiangang, come to pay respects to the ancestors!"

"Li Clan's 108th generation descendant Li Hao, come to pay respects to the ancestors!"

One father and one son, knelt and kowtowed together.

In the ancestral hall, many memorial tablets trembled slightly and glowed, and the souls emerged on them.

After Li Hao finished worshiping, he looked up. Last time he didn't look carefully, but this time he saw that although there were many heroic souls of ancestors enshrined here, there were also many memorial tablets that were dim and had no heroic souls emerging.

Among them, on the memorial tablet closest to him, a familiar name was engraved:

The spirit tablet of Li Junye, the 107th generation descendant of the Li Clan.

On the left side of the tablet is the title: Marquis of Zhenguo.

On the right side is the military position: General-in-Chief of Heavenly Mandate.

This is the spirit tablet of that Ninth Uncle, but there is no heroic soul emerging on it.

Like other ancestors, the left and right sides of the tablets are titles and military positions, or merits. Only a few have titles but did not join the army, so a eulogy poem was written on the other side.

If it is the memorial tablet of an ordinary commoner's family, it is even simpler. A memorial tablet written with "Spirit Tablet of Ancestors of All Generations" summarizes all the ancestors, and they are worshiped all at once.

After all, most commoners occasionally drift, and after a long time, the genealogy is lost, so they can only be like this.

Only those who can be called "noble families" have relatively complete genealogies and heritage preserved, and the ancestors are written clearly and recorded clearly.

"Tiangang, I heard you are campaigning in Yanbei, how many demons have you killed?"

A light laugh came.

Li Tiangang looked up and saw it was Third Uncle Li Xuanyin.

His heroic soul was still in his prime, only in his thirties, with a handsome face and elegant appearance.

Li Tiangang's eyes fluctuated slightly. When he was young, Third Uncle loved him the most, but unfortunately, Third Uncle died young.

The generation of the father's generation was six brothers, but three died in battle, leaving only Second Uncle, Fifth Uncle, and Fourth Uncle who had been away for many years.

Father and Third Uncle and Sixth Uncle have all passed away.

And the heroic souls of Father and Sixth Uncle have not returned to this day, trapped in the Mo River, unable to escape.

In the past hundred years, demon disasters have occurred frequently. They have guarded the border and sacrificed tragically, unable to rescue them. And even if they had spare energy, it would be difficult to do so, because that is a Ghost Capital-level Demon River. To rescue them, you must clear the Demon River.

This is something that even the Four Standing Realms find difficult to do, unless they unite with several others to take action together.

"Nephew pays respects to Third Uncle."

Li Tiangang first bowed, then said: "Those who crossed Yan Province were almost all slaughtered."

"Good!"

Li Xuanyin laughed. He hated demon objects the most in his life, because the person he loved died in the hands of demon objects, so he hated them deeply.

"Where is Qingqing? Why didn't you bring her?" Li Xuanyin asked.

Li Tiangang's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "She is gone."

Gone... Li Xuanyin was slightly stunned, just about to ask, when he suddenly noticed Li Hao on the side, immediately stopped, and then energy fluctuated, and he transmitted his voice: "Did she leave?"

Li Tiangang's expression remained unchanged, and he echoed: "Yes."

Li Xuanyin couldn't help but show some regret. He was quite satisfied with that niece-in-law, and the other party's identity was also good. Back then, he was the first to jump out and say he agreed.

"Stinky kid, your reminiscing is endless. Isn't he here to talk about business?"

At this time, a scolding came from above Li Xuanyin's head.

Li Xuanyin shrank his neck, turned his head to look, and saw it was his father, so he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and said: "Dad, Tiangang is still here, and his son is also here. Can you give me some face, old man?"

"I think you owe a beating. It consumes energy for us to wake up once. It's your business if you want to consume it, but letting the ancestors consume it too, I want to kick you!"

"Dad..." Li Xuanyin immediately drooped his head, feeling a little aggrieved.

Li Hao was stunned.

Third Uncle, who was still looking like an elder just now and seemed steady and romantic, was scolded like a grandson in the blink of an eye.

Oh, it should be said to be a son.

But to say, this great-grandfather's temper is a bit violent.

"What are you yelling about? Xuanyin only said a few words, what's wrong with reminiscing? How much energy is it? If you can't afford to consume it, get out first!"

At this time, a phantom of an old man with white hair and beard above the great-grandfather who had just scolded Li Xuanyin scolded him angrily.

The great-grandfather, who had a violent temper just now, shivered and turned his head helplessly: "Dad, this kid just owes a lesson..."

"I think you owe a lesson." Great-great-grandfather snorted coldly.

"You stinky kids, what are you yelling about? Do you have any elder style? Hurry up and talk about business. After talking, I will go to sleep." Another voice spoke.

Great-great-grandfather's face changed slightly, nodded quickly, and glared at his son again.

And great-grandfather was a little helpless, turned his head and glared at Li Xuanyin fiercely.

Li Xuanyin's face was awkward, squeezed a smile at Li Tiangang, and dared not speak again.

Li Hao saw this scene and couldn't help but laugh, almost laughing out loud.

It's really lively for hundreds of generations of ancestors to gather together.

The Li Clan's ancestors made contributions with the late emperor and established a thousand-year family, and a thousand-year family does not mean only one thousand years, but more than three thousand years ago, it is one of the two oldest of the five Divine General Mansions.

The Great Yu Dynasty has a history of more than 3,500 years, so it is now approaching old age.

Unfortunately, these heroic souls of ancestors consume energy to wake up, otherwise one day I will make a mahjong for them to play... Li Hao thought to himself.

He felt happy just thinking about that scene.

"Grandson thief, you dare to cheat your grandfather?"

"Heavenly win? You dare to self-draw the ancestor's tiles, I won't beat you to death!"

"Touch me? Come here, whose son is this little rabbit, come and manage it..."

Thinking of this, Li Hao's mouth was a bit hard to suppress.

"Alright, let's talk about business."

An ancestor's heroic soul above said.

Li Tiangang nodded respectfully, his expression solemn: "Tiangang is here today to ask the ancestors to decide on the True Dragon quota."

"You tell me about the situation of this generation first." An ancestor's heroic soul said.

Li Tiangang nodded, and then explained the situation he had inquired from his sister-in-law over the past two days.

"In this way, there are not many descendants with talent in this generation, but your son's talent is too monstrous, stronger than when we were young, but he can count as several."

"If there is no suspense, there is really no need to dawdle, not to mention that he has already stepped into cultivation."

"But it can't be given directly. We still have to look at his character and let others be convinced. The selection remains the same, but the time can be advanced. Let's set it in two months, and give others some preparation time."

The ancestors discussed quickly and made a decision.

Li Tiangang nodded and kowtowed respectfully again.

Seeing this, Li Hao followed suit and kowtowed one.

"Kid, watch your son well, don't let him become the next Junye." When leaving the ancestral hall, an ancestor from dozens of generations ago exhorted.

Li Tiangang nodded quickly.

The remaining ancestor souls also slowly subsided.

"Let's go."

Li Tiangang wanted to take Li Hao away.

Li Hao looked at Fifth Uncle and said: "Can I stay here and play with Fifth Uncle for a while?"

Li Tiangang was stunned, frowned and said: "Fifth Uncle has no time to play with you. In two months, it will be the True Dragon decision. You still have a lot of things to prepare. Although your talent is number one, you can't be too inferior in other aspects, so as not to let people talk too much in private."

Li Qingzheng smiled and said: "Hao'er's talent, no one dares to argue, Tiangang, don't think too much. But I won't delay Hao'er. You just came back, you father and son should spend more time together."

Li Tiangang nodded, bowed to him and said goodbye.

Seeing this, Li Hao had to wave to Fifth Uncle and said: "Then Fifth Uncle, I will come to accompany you next time."

"Go, go." Li Qingzheng waved with a smile.

Then he watched the father and son walk away.

In the ancestral hall that returned to silence, only countless silent memorial tablets remained, as well as the lonely chessboard in front of Li Qingzheng, and himself sitting alone.

I don't know how long later, his gaze slowly retracted, looking at the chessboard in front of him, thought for a moment, raised his hand to pick up a white piece and dropped it, whispering:

"It's your turn."

A moment later, he reached out and grabbed a black piece from another chess box, and dropped it gently in contemplation.

(End of chapter)