Family cultivation: I will create a family of sword immortals

Soon Li's mother, Mrs. Fan, had tidied up the house, and Uncle Zhang, who was still watching the carriage outside the door, was also invited into the house.

Uncle Zhang was actually Li Yang's handyman in the Huangji Dao Sect, but his cultivation was stuck at the sixth level of fetal breath, and his cultivation was hopeless, and he eventually became a handyman within the sect.

There are nine levels of fetal breath in total. Each level opens an acupuncture point in the body. When all nine key acupoints are opened, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be admitted into the body and a breath of spiritual energy can be refined within.

"Uncle Zhang, I plan to stay at home for a long time from now on. If you still have hope in cultivating immortality, you can leave. But if you stay, you can only be the steward of a mortal family."

Leaving Mother Li aside, the two started talking.

"Master, you're welcome. If you hadn't bought the old slave from the monks at Jianglei Peak back then, I'm afraid he would still be farming in that spiritual field, and how could he be living like this today?" Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

His posture was respectful, and he stood beside Li Yang with a slight bow.

The two have been together for more than ten years and have a deep relationship. The things they entrusted to send to their families before were also passed through his hands. This is why Li Yang will take him with him when he returns.

Li Yang smiled and said to him: "Now that you are no longer in the sect, there is no need to be so polite. You are old and have no heirs, so you can take care of yourself in the Li family with peace of mind. I will treat you as half of your descendant."

"This is absolutely unacceptable. It breaks the rules." Uncle Zhang declined quickly, refusing to get along with him in this capacity. He only wanted to be the steward of the Li family.

No matter how Li Yang tried to persuade him, Uncle Zhang was unwilling to let go. In desperation, Li Yang had no choice but to compromise.

Although Li Yang came back very early, it was still visible to outsiders. Although the village was closed, the news from inside was not slow. The news of the return of the Li family immortal spread immediately.

When Mr. Li goes out for a stroll, he is praised a lot.

Many people even sneaked to the door of the Li family's mansion, but they were blocked by the high-rise courtyard wall and could not see the legendary immortal grace.

At noon, the family had a rare meal. Uncle Zhang, who originally did not want to eat at the same table, reluctantly came to the table and had a meal at the request of Li's father and Li Yang.

Although he had become inedible, Li Yang was still happy to eat with everyone. It seemed that in order to thank Uncle Zhang for taking care of Li Yang's daily life over the years, Li's father and Li's mother frequently toasted to him. Even Li Yang was not spared and drank a lot of dirt. The wine brewed in France finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

Although he could use magic to get rid of his drunkenness, Li Yang did not do so, but let Jiu Jin fall asleep.

This was also his rare opportunity to sleep.

Over the years, when practice can replenish his energy, Li Yang has relied on practice instead of sleeping.

After getting drunk, Li Yang fell asleep peacefully.

In his daze, he dreamed of many things.

When I was young, I spent my leisure time in Taoxi Village, following my peers in the village, going up mountains and down rivers, catching birds and fishing.

This dream was extremely long, and seemed to repeat the first half of his life like a revolving door.

Then when he was eleven years old, he met his senior brother and discovered that he had a spiritual acupoint. In order to repay his kindness, he solemnly requested Li's father to take Li Yang on the path to immortality.

Li's father was just a farmer and didn't have much experience, but after hearing that Li Yang could make a difference, he agreed to his brother's request.

In the following years, Li Yang practiced prudently, and with the resources of his senior brothers and masters, his progress was very rapid. Twenty years passed in a blink of an eye, like a fleeting cloud.

At the end of the weird dream, Li Yang stepped into a mysterious realm called Tianyuan!

That was a past that Li Yang could never forget for the rest of his life!

However, this time the dream did not repeat itself.

Li Yang stood directly in front of a cave.

"This doesn't seem to be a dream!" Li Yang exclaimed, he had already regained consciousness.

Even monks, unless they have practiced the dream path, cannot control their dreams.

Generally speaking, as long as there is consciousness, the dream will be broken and you will wake up.

But today was extremely unusual. He stood blankly in front of the ancient cave.

He raised his arm and pinched his face for a while, and he could clearly feel the pain.

Li Yang was shocked and said to himself: "I have obviously gone home, why do I still come to this secret realm?"

The Tianyuan Secret Realm is opened every thirty years, and any monk with a golden elixir cultivation level can enter it. The opening time is one month at a time.

He could clearly sense that his Immortal Foundation was damaged and that the Tianyuan Secret Realm he had experienced before was over.

Look around warily.

But at this moment, the door of the cave in front of him quietly opened.

As an ancient monk's cave, it experienced a great battle when it was opened previously. In addition to the Emperor Dao Sect, the other two sects and seven sects as well as casual cultivators participated in the secret trial.

Li Yang looked around cautiously, thinking about entering the cave.

Revisiting the old place, Li Yang felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

It was also here that his natal magical weapon, the Flying Sword, was taken away. As a result, his immortal foundation was damaged, his spiritual energy leaked out, and he was unable to go any further, and even gradually became a useless person.

There was nothing strange in the cave, and Li Yang remained cautious as he walked through the winding cave and arrived at the innermost chamber.

"This is?!" Li Yang's pupils were shaking, and two swords, one large and one small, floated in the inner room, emitting a full of light.

Li Yang was very familiar with the two swords. The larger sword was his natal magic weapon. He spent two hundred low-grade spiritual stones to buy it, and finally achieved his status as a sword cultivator with this sword.

Among monks, sword cultivators have high killing power and are notoriously difficult to deal with. Their combat power can often rival monks who are a level higher than them.

Of course, it is also extremely difficult to master. In addition to the scarcity of cultivation techniques, the important thing is to be able to understand sword essence, sword energy and other things.

This is also the reason why Li Yang was able to obtain so many resources and grow rapidly after joining the sect.

The smaller sword is the small wooden flying sword he got in the cave here.

Now the two swords are floating side by side in the air.

"Could it be that my coming here has something to do with this little flying sword?" Li Yang pondered, constantly speculating on various possibilities.

He tried to activate his natal flying sword, but was unmoved.

Li Yang had no choice but to step forward and reach out to touch his natal flying sword, but it passed through. The flying sword was a shadow.

Unable to catch him, he retreated and turned his attention to another small flying sword.

This time, he touched it.

"this?!"

Li Yang was shocked in his heart, but before he could recover from the shock, Xiaomu Feijian was already blooming with dazzling light.

When the bright light dissipated, Li Yang woke up suddenly. He sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.

It was already dark, and only the bed and various furniture could be seen dimly in the room.

Li Yang recalled that weird dream, still feeling puzzled.

He quickly took out a Qingxin Pill from his storage bag and swallowed it.

After the Immortal Foundation was damaged, his mental state was extremely poor. If he was disturbed by this dream, it would most likely damage his Taoist heart and even produce inner demons.

After swallowing the Qingxin Pill, Li Yang's mood gradually calmed down.

He groped around but found no trace of Xiaomu Feijian. His mood that had just calmed down suddenly became anxious again.

In desperation, he had to use his spiritual consciousness to search the entire house, even his parents, the lobby and other places.

However, there was no trace of Xiaomu Feijian.

Thinking of that strange dream, Li Yang began to look inside his body. The spiritual energy in his Dantian was flowing around the body in an orderly manner. As a foundation-building monk, there was no natal magic weapon in his Dantian. The spiritual energy also leaked from the inside, with only a conspicuous seal. It flickers on and off.

That was a seal placed by his master himself, which could temporarily slow down the leakage of spiritual energy.

Of course, it can only last for ten years at most. After ten years, the spiritual energy will be released and he will become a mortal.

Therefore, Li Yang changed from the once glorious swordsman of Wangyue Peak in the Huangji Dao Sect to the joke of Wangyue Peak.