It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 139 The grudges are resolved

into the night,

In the palace, the lights are brightly lit.

In the main hall, Grandpa Wang sits at the head of the table. Several years have passed, and he has become much older. He is no longer as handsome and full of white hair as he was before.

At this moment, he looked at Yu Yuan in front of him a little tiredly and said,
  "Why are you all doing this? I don't have a few more years to live, so why are you so impatient to let Meng'er take over?"

Wang Meng sat at the end of the table, looking at the tip of his nose.

The other dozen clan elders sat quietly on both sides, silent.

A candlelight flickered, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Yu Yuan's face became serious,

"I hope my grandpa will take the palace as his priority. Li Qinglin has become a popular person. He came from my palace, which is both a blessing and a disaster."

"Why do you see it?" Grandpa Wang asked.

"Fortunately, it was Li Qinglin who started his martial arts training at the Prince's School, where he laid the foundation and managed to build some kind of romantic relationship."

"Disaster means that he was a slave in the palace, was commanded and dispatched by the palace, and served others in a humble manner. If he feels uneasy and realizes that this experience has brought shame to him, then..."

In front of the hall,

The eldest lady, Mrs. Jia, dressed in a phoenix crown and shawl, with a rich and noble demeanor, was sitting next to Grandpa Wang.

When he heard this, he became furious,
  "So what! There are living immortals in my Jia family!"

"Li Qinglin still dares to take revenge on us?"

Yu Yuan said in a faint tone,
  "I dare to ask Madam, how does the Immortal Jia, who is over one hundred and fourteen years old, has dim eyesight, is still an alchemy apprentice, and has not been home for many years, compare to Taoist Liquan?

And how does Liquan Taoist compare to Master and Disciple Li Qinglin? "

Jia was silent.

Everyone present was trembling, but they also remained silent.

During the day, the body of the Liquan Taoist remains. After death, his power lingers, and his spirit oppresses people.

Even the martial arts masters from Suojing Pass cannot approach rashly.

A cultivator who has perfected his qi training can be compared to a perfect state of spiritual cultivation!

There is no such person in the entire Feng County!
  Upon hearing this, Grandpa Wang felt as if all his energy had been drained from his body. He leaned back and slumped in his seat.

"In that case..."

Grandpa Wang's voice was a little weak and trembling.

"The position of head of the Wang family will be succeeded by Meng'er starting from today."

"As ordered!"

Everyone in the hall stood up, bowed and saluted, feeling like they were breathing a long sigh of relief.

Wang Meng knelt down and worshiped in front of Grandpa Wang, with a sad look on his face and tears in his eyes.

After three pushes and three concessions, he said that he was young and ignorant, and only after the persuasion of Yu Yuan and a group of clan elders did he 'reluctantly' agree.

After a while.

All the clan elders in the lobby dispersed and began to prepare for the change of family head.

Grandpa Wang and Mrs. Jia also left with the help of the maid.

Wang Meng suddenly stood up, walked to Yu Yuan, cupped his hands and said,
  "Thank you very much, Uncle Yu, for what happened today!"

Everything that just happened, let alone Grandpa Wang.

Even he, the new head of the family, didn't react.

Yu Yuan went to Kill the Immortal, and as soon as he returned to the palace in the afternoon, he urgently summoned key figures from all the key points in the palace to discuss matters.

He didn't get the news beforehand, so everyone was confused at the moment.

Yu Yuan helped Wang Meng up, his face calm.
  "I wonder, Master, what's your next plan?"

Next step?
  Wang Meng heard this, thought for a moment, and said,

"Clean up the remaining troops and reopen trade routes?"

Yu Yuan shook his head.

"Training confidants, recruiting martial arts masters, and allocating resources?" Wang Meng continued.

Yu Yuan remained silent.

Wang Mengruo realized something and said hesitantly,
  "Going to visit Brother Li and congratulate him on his breakthrough in spiritual cultivation and his friendship for generations?"

Yu Yuan neither nodded nor shook his head, but said with deep eyes,
  "My old master was old and sick, and he occasionally felt cold. He used medicine and stone to treat it, but unexpectedly it became more serious. The illness came like a mountain, and he passed away suddenly."

The voice just fell.

Wang Meng's face changed drastically, his body stiffened for a moment, and his eyes quickly flashed with signs of struggle, hesitation, and pain.

"Why is this so?"

He said in a difficult tone.

Yu Yuan said,
  "The Wang family has a total of ten thousand people, a three-hundred-year-old foundation, and dozens of generations of servants. I wonder if the head of the family dares to take a gamble?"

After a long time.

Wang Meng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were firm.

"My father's illness requires no delay, so I will send someone to see a doctor right away."

"Martial Master Zhao Xiaoming, Zhao is a hardworking and accomplished man. He has served my father for many years. He is loyal and courageous. He is worried about my father's illness. I think I need to see the doctor."

"Third aunt Liu Rongyue is here to repair the ancestral hall, set up a Taoist temple, and build a monument for the longevity brother."

"Brother Qinglin is an old friend of mine. The friends he made when he was in the palace are naturally also my friends."

Speaking of this, Wang Meng looked at Yu Yuan,

"I don't know where my aunt is..."

Yu Yuan is not a descendant of the Wang family, but a cousin of the Jia family.

Hearing this, Yu Yuan seemed to have expected it, a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes, and he said,
  "Live in a secluded courtyard and be alone for the rest of your life..."

The next day, the Wang family held a family succession ceremony, beating drums and three strings, and worshiping at the ancestral temple.

Half a month later, the typhoid fever of the old family owner worsened and he died and was buried in the ancestral mausoleum.

Wang Meng was the new head of the Wang family. After taking office, he optimized the treatment of the tenants in the palace, raised their salaries, opened four more schools, and implemented the "Shu Xiu Loan", that is, free martial arts training in the initial stage, and if there is any income, they will receive the money to study.

Other big families have also introduced Shuxiu Dai.

Suddenly, the trend of going to Feng County to practice martial arts became more and more popular.

Proverbs such as "Being humble is not a shame, being able to bend and stretch is a husband" have become aphorisms for many people.

……

In the afternoon, a rare golden sun appeared, and the sunlight shrouded the official road.

Dense ancient trees stand in the wilderness on both sides, cutting and breaking the sunlight, throwing uneven light and shadow on the road at will.

Hou Huanhua was wearing ragged clothes and walking barefoot, with dry and chapped lips and a dazed expression.

The whole body exudes a pungent stench.

After the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation was broken half a month ago, he felt that his mind was filled with the voices of Liquan Taoist, chasing him to teach the scriptures.

He fled to the wilderness, waded through mountain streams, and wandered in circles for many days.

The immortal voice in his mind gradually faded away, and then he headed towards Feng County.

"Is he still there?"Hou Huanhua felt nervous for no reason.

It seems that at the next moment, a figure of an immortal with an unworldly temperament and a faint spiritual energy will jump out from the side of the official road.

"Maybe he has successfully overcome the tribulation and returned to the sect."

Hou Huanhua never thought that Liquan Taoist would die at the hands of Wen Shoufei and others.

In his opinion, Liquan Taoist was so majestic and invincible.

Liquan Taoist was like a majestic mountain, completely dwarfing him in the shadows.

The more he meditated, his whole mind seemed to be swallowed up by that person.

Wen Shoufei, Yu Yuan and others were probably killed by him.

"Go to Feng County..."

Hou Huanhua felt a little sad in her heart.

A chariot and a mud dragon galloped past.

The sound of horse hooves and iron bits came one after another on the official road, and smoke and dust billowed.

"Hurry, hurry! Wulao Qingxinzhai is recruiting students, and I will definitely join the Wen family!"

"One gate and two souls nourish the spirit, and when the Qi comes out, the immortal will bleed under the city gate, how magnificent it is!"

"That's right! I don't think Taoist Liquan was so great. He set up an eight-door golden lock formation and allowed all the warriors in the city to join the formation. In the end, his body and head were missing?"

On top of the horses, the voices of martial artists could be heard talking.

"There are rumors that Li Qinglin also showed up that day to kill Liquan Taoist, but is it true? Didn't I hear that he was imprisoned?"

"It should be true. Some people later copied the appearance of the man who stopped the demon road that day. He was just like Li Qinglin. He didn't seem to care about showing his true face."

"Hiss... Then Li Qinglin, he is less than 18 years old, right? He is already in the state of spiritual cultivation? Share his talent with me, and I will have broken through the bone-penetrating state long ago!"

"I heard that the reason why he was able to achieve such an achievement was because of the skills he practiced, which are magical secrets that directly point to the third realm of spiritual cultivation! What is it called Wu Lao Qing, what is the inscription..."

As soon as these words came out, the whips of all the martial artists almost broke.

The horses neighed into the sky.

In the smoke and dust, Hou Huanhua's face flickered, his haggard eyes full of disbelief, and his slightly trembling hands revealed the turbulence in his heart.

"how is this possible?"

"No, no, no, it's impossible."

"They're lying to me, they're lying to me!"

He staggered towards Feng County.

Under the city gate, I stopped for a long time in front of an extremely lush vegetation.

Pedestrians coming and going were still talking about the immortal killing that day.

A hurricane rose from the ground, and a spiritual rain enveloped half of the city...

Each description was like a bullet piercing Hou Huanhua's heart.

He sometimes laughed maniacally, sometimes burst into tears, and the people on both sides gave in in a stern manner.

"It's him? Is it really him? How could it be him?!"

Hou Huanhua murmured to himself.

From dawn to dusk, we stayed in a shabby house.

He was like a clay sculpture, sitting sluggishly for a long time.

He killed Xiao Han in the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation. As long as he investigates afterwards, it will not be difficult to find out the truth.

Even if he digs deeper, it will be revealed that he was planted with inner demons by Liquan Taoist.

Official career and martial arts paths were completely blocked.

He raised his head and looked at the beam whose tung oil had faded with trembling eyes.

"Youyou Heaven, how can you be inferior to me..." A voice full of sorrow sounded.

The cut cloth turned into white silk, and his body swayed leisurely in the air.

His face gradually turned red, warm and bruised.

After a moment, his hands dropped suddenly.

There was no vitality at all, the muscles all over the body were relaxed, and there was even gurgling urine.

Outside the dilapidated house, the cold wind howled by, like the wail of a ghost.

He seemed to be sighing for Hou Huanhua.

suddenly,

A figure blew into the house with the cold wind.

Li Qinglin walked in, looked up, and saw Hou Huanhua's cold body.

His gaze was deep, and he vaguely saw Hou Huanhua's heroic appearance in that year, wearing a navy blue python suit, a wild goose feather knife on her waist, and cloud-head shoes, planning to lure and kill the deer stick guest.

At that time, he could only look up at Hou Huanhua, unable to stand up under his breath.

At this moment, he was also looking up to Hou Huanhua, but the situation was reversed, those who were inferior were no longer inferior, and those who were superior were no longer superior.

This situation has a certain desolation of a hero in his twilight years.

Li Qinglin sighed and drifted away.

Half an hour later.

Li Qinglin left and returned, and returned to the broken house.

He looked up at the body still hanging on the beam, nodded secretly, and left the place.

An hour later.

Li Qinglin lay on the ridge of the roof, looking through the broken tiles, staring at Hou Huanhua's body.

"Really dead?"

Li Qinglin returned to the broken house, turned the blood into a knife in his hand, and slashed out several rays of cold light, intending to cut Hou Huanhua into pieces.

Suddenly,

Hou Huanhua opened her eyes and shouted desperately,
  "Li Qinglin, why did you kill everyone?!"

Click!

The next moment, Li Qinglin jumped up and completely broke Hou Huanhua's neck.

The energy and blood shook, turning his internal organs into a puddle of flesh.

A hairline scar penetrated Hou Huanhua's eyebrows.

Hou Huanhua's eyes trembled suddenly, and then quickly dimmed and went out, and the remaining fear condensed into reality.

Since then, Hou Huanhua has been completely dead.

Li Qinglin let out a long sigh, his eyes looking desolate.

"It would be better if you died..."

He paused for another moment before disappearing into the broken house.

"Respect the past and let the wind go..."

The voice was ethereal, soaked by the moonlight and years, and finally dissipated.

(End of this chapter)