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

Chapter 140 Time throws people away (end of volume)
  “The hall is filled with splendor and beauty, and the music and songs are playing in the beautiful scenery on good days.

Today I raise a toast to invite relatives and friends, and I love you and your wife. "

After three months.

In an ordinary house in the outer city.

The gongs and drums are sounding, and guests are flowing in.

The voice of the master of ceremonies sounded. He had a donkey face and a red face, and he was dressed in happy clothes.

After the two looked at each other, Hong Cuicui's face was filled with happiness and a shy smile.

"Bless me!" the voice came.

The two turned around and slowly knelt down.

Sitting on the left side of the hall is Mr. Li Xian, and on the right side is the red widower.

Li Xianshi has grown up watching Donkey Face, and coupled with the relationship between Donkey Face and Li Qinglin, he is now being worshiped both emotionally and rationally.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly."

This situation fell into Li Xianshi's eyes, and he couldn't help but blush, and immediately called the two of them to get up.

The gongs and drums sounded together, and the guests held their hands.

There were more than ten banquets in the courtyard, almost all of them full.

Most of them are tenants or nurses of the palace.

But in the corner, at an inconspicuous wine table, Li Qinglin was sitting alone, raising his glass and no one dared to sit at the same table.

The guests at other tables looked at Li Qinglin with curiosity and awe.

Seven days ago, on the 80th birthday of the Empress Dowager Dajiang, Li Qinglin was finally released from prison in an "open and aboveboard" manner.

Perhaps due to the long absence from the sun, Li Qinglin's complexion was extremely pale, and he even coughed twice from time to time. His exposed arms were so skinny that there was almost only a layer of skin left.

It seems that he is injured.

"Alas, the sky has no eyes, so it is too late for heroes. Mr. Li went to Feng County to kill the Immortal Killer for me, but he was seriously injured and difficult to treat. It is a pity."

"Perhaps, this is the curse for daring to kill the immortal. So what if you are cultivating the spirit? Aren't you reduced to a sick man?"

"Brother, be careful! Mr. Li eliminated the threat to warriors like us, and even used his seriously injured body to experiment with new martial arts methods. If you don't help me, that's all. How can you say such arrogant words?!"

"Yes, yes, I'm drunk. I'll punish myself with one drink. I'll punish myself with one drink!"

Li Qinglin turned a deaf ear to these comments and quietly watched the two people worshiping with donkey faces.

With his record of killing immortals before him, Wen Shoufei's method "Wulao Qingxin Ming" attracted the attention of many big figures in the state capital and even Kyoto.

When Wen Shoufei was young, the old immortal who taught Taoism in a dream appeared and called himself "Kongwu Taoist". He came from Kyoto and invited Wen Shoufei to join the "Jiwu Yulong Mansion".

Continuing martial arts is the continuation of the sage’s unique skills.

I hope that warriors all over the world can leap over the dragon gate and walk out on a new path.

The Jiwu Yulong Mansion is controlled by the Dajiang royal family and is aloof from the government. It is a more secretive organization that stands on top of the three violent institutions of the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Justice, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

There are many immortal cultivators like Kongwu Taoist who travel to various prefectures and counties in Dajiang to select martial arts seeds and teach the way.

Wen Shoufei was already fond of martial arts and learned that there were a large number of his peers in Jiwu Yulong Mansion, and many of them were even walking ahead of him, exploring new paths.

Naturally, he went happily and gave up his position as the master of the hall to his senior brother Pei Zhang.

Originally, Kongwu Daoist also wanted to invite Li Qinglin to Kyoto to join the Jiwu Yulong Mansion.

Unfortunately, Li Qinglin was seriously injured and difficult to treat. The magic damage caused by Taoist Liquan almost destroyed his tendons.

In addition, after hearing Shoufei's advice and covering up for Li Qinglin, Kongwu Daoist let it go.

So, for Li Qinglin’s injury.

Some people are happy, some are regretful, and some are filled with emotion.

But the lingering power of killing the immortal has not dissipated, and there are rumors that Shou is not a protector.

But no one dared to slight Li Qinglin.

As for the Liquan Taoist's evolution seeking disaster, which directly and indirectly caused the death of thousands of people and the decline of people's livelihood.

From the government to the imperial court, down to the Taoist temple, no one mentioned it again, as if it didn't exist, it was erased from everyone's memory.

Only the mourning flags and cast iron tokens occasionally hung in front of doors on the streets still vaguely record the grief of that day.

now,

At the donkey-faced wedding banquet, Li Qinglin saw many familiar faces.

There was Xiao Liu, who was beaten half to death by Manager Wang and later became a sheepherder.

He has a stocky face, is dressed in green clothes, and has a jade pendant, but he still looks as thin as before.

Xiao Liu came to say hello to Li Qinglin and called Brother Lin.

But under Li Qinglin's momentum, he was on pins and needles. After saying goodbye, he ran to other dining tables as if running away.

He was chatting and laughing with the others and playing the drinking game, which was quite comfortable.

A faint fragrance came from Li Qinglin's waist, and the sachet embroidered with the word "Fu" was as new as ever.

Half a month ago.

The old Gao Jiren still could not survive the winter and passed away.

Li Qinglin participated in the funeral and helped the coffin into the grave.

Gao Jingshu was dressed in black mourning clothes and did not speak during the whole process.

Before leaving, Gao Jingshu stood in front of Li Qinglin, seeming to want to say something.

Her red lips twitched and her face looked sad. In the end, she just gave him a blessing and returned to her late father's tomb.

She must observe mourning for Gao Jiren for three years.

The fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

Li Qinglin was a little distracted.

"I searched for you, but you are here!"

came the voice.

Li Qinglin immediately came back to his senses. When he looked up, he saw Deng Dong, whom he had not seen for a long time with whom he had gone to the wilderness to slay demons.

Deng Dong's eyes were as bright as lightning, his face was full of smiles, he was dressed in brocade clothes, and he had a finger ring on his hand, and he looked a bit majestic.

Without saying much at this moment, he sat directly next to Li Qinglin.

Deng Dong is a rare martial artist who has obtained immortality and good results.

Now he is the owner of Baiyun Gym, with a wife and daughter, he can be called a winner in life.

Behind Deng Dong, there were Wen Tiexin and Chang Yuhuai standing.

Wen Tiexin still has the same heroic appearance, with a frosty face, and a pair of strong and straight legs in her long boots. The years do not seem to have left many traces on her.

On the contrary, Chang Yuhuai, who was good at foot shooting, had his right arm completely broken off and two fingers on his left hand also cut off.

"Brother Chang, what are you..."

Li Qinglin's eyes darkened, and his face looked a little surprised.

"When fighting against others, the chess move is only one step away."

Chang Yuhuai forced a smile, didn't want to say more, and sat down at the table.

There were four people at the table, talking to each other, and with the festive red color of the courtyard, the atmosphere gradually became warm.

Staying in the wilderness at night, witnessing the ritual of pretending to be dirty in the Tribulation Domain, and joining forces to kill the silver-patterned python...

While eating wine, everyone's eyes were filled with memories.

It has been two years, a lot has changed, and a lot has remained the same.

"Lanyu died half a year ago. She was practicing medicine, but was killed by a crazed patient with a knife. She walked quickly and without pain."

Chang Yuhuai poured himself a glass of wine.

Li Qinglin was silent for a moment after hearing this.

He still remembers Lan Yu, a timid girl whose voice was always as low as a mosquito.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful Li Qinglin is, he can't save everyone around him.

Life is full of accidents.

"My mother went everywhere to seek marriage for me, saying that I was old and it was time to get married."

With the alcohol in his heart, Wen Tiexin's eyes were a little tired.

Thinking about it, being forced by her family to go on a blind date would be more difficult than having her fight to the death with a warrior.

Li Qinglin laughed when he heard this. He didn't expect this cold and unkind old man to be like this.

"By the way, Qinglin, how is your injury? I know an old miracle doctor who used to be an imperial doctor in Kyoto. How about I introduce him to you?"

Suddenly, Deng Dong spoke.

Li Qinglin heard this and shook his head.
  "This disease is an injury caused by immortal spells, and it is difficult to cure with medicine or stone. Perhaps, I will travel far out of the city to find another opportunity." Hearing this, the three of them sighed in their hearts, realizing that there was little hope for this matter.

But they all comforted Li Qinglin, saying that if you are blessed, good luck will shine and everything will be fine.

Li Qinglin's injury was naturally a disguise.

Li Qinglin has already thought of escaping from the mortal world and going to the fairy mountain to seek immortality.

Taking advantage of the serious injury that is difficult to treat, he gradually reduces his sense of existence, and even lets out the wind and goes out to travel.

After a while, the wedding banquet ended.

The guests gradually dispersed.

Li Qinglin patted Donkey Face's shoulder, gave him a dragon-tiger aphrodisiac, and wished him many children and good fortune, then took Li Xianshi into the carriage and disappeared through the streets.

On the carriage, Li Xianshi looked at Li Qinglin and suddenly said,

"Brother Lin, you are old now and it's time to get married. I know some good girls. Let's meet some other day and go enjoy the snow together."

When Li Qinglin heard this, he became angry and coughed twice.

He had just laughed at Wen Tiexin in front of him, so why was it his turn in the back?

"Mom, how can I think about marrying a wife now? My injuries will probably delay others. After a while, I may go out and travel to see if there is any cure."

Li Qinglin said helplessly.

When Li Xian heard this, he sighed and said no more.

Outside the carriage, light snow was falling, fluttering from the sky.

Falling to the roof, falling to the ground, falling into Li Qinglin's eyes.

Li Qinglin turned back and looked at the road he was walking on. He could still see the figures of many old friends. Donkey faces and red green trees stood in front of the threshold, watching the carriage leave with snowflakes covering their shoulders.

Li Qinglin had a premonition in his heart.

We say goodbye today, and the next time we meet may be many years later.

By then, how many old friends will still be there?
  Perhaps even the memory has become mottled.

……

For many days after that, Li Qinglin stayed behind closed doors, and a strong smell of blood came from Li's residence.

Rumors even began to spread in the city that Li Qinglin would succumb to his injuries and die suddenly in the near future.

Who would have known that the next day, Li Qinglin would go to the martial arts hall to practice martial arts, go to the criminal department to eat, and go to the south of the city to have a drink.

It shocked many people's jaws.

Then Li Qinglin didn't show up for another month or two. Until another rumor surfaced, he belatedly appeared in public view and accompanied Li Qingqing on a snow hike.

Gradually, Li Qinglin appeared less and less frequently.

People gradually stopped paying attention.

Until more than half a year later, one ordinary morning.

Happy gate, a chariot in a mud dragon.

A handsome man with a height of seven feet, a bag on his shoulder, as graceful as a scholar, and a slightly pale face sat in front of the window.

With a flash of formations, the armored car and the mud dragon slowly drove forward.

Looking farther and farther towards Feng County, Li Qinglin's eyes showed a look of despair.

His younger brother Li Qingjing had followed Wang Shouren to study in Kyoto a few months ago.

Because of the blue civil official's numerology, Wang Shouren valued him very much and wanted to teach him through words and deeds what he had learned throughout his life.

Li Xianshi is accompanied by Li Qingqing, who runs a dyeing shop, and also has the help of Wulao Qing Xinzhai, so there is no need for him to worry too much.

In the past six months, Li Qinglin's Qi and blood were dredged, supplemented by various rare tonics.

Li Xianshi's body can be said to be restored to its roots, and she feels like she is glowing with a second spring.

Li Xianshi is already over sixty this year, so it won't be a big problem if he lives for another twenty years.

My parents are here, so I don’t have to travel far...you must travel far.

Li Qinglin has left behind a lot of backhand and property.

It is enough for Mr. Li Xian to enjoy his long life in peace.

Li Qinglin now wants to see what the world of immortality really looks like!
  ……

Five days later.

Luoshui County.

Luoshui County, like Changfeng County, is one of the thirty-six counties in Huainan Prefecture.

It's just that Luoshui County covers a much larger area than Feng County.

Moreover, there are vast tracts of swamps and fields in the Yangtze River and Huaihe River, with rolling waves, abundant aquatic products, and fish shops and docks everywhere.

At this moment, there is a six-story restaurant next to the river.

Lin Langya was holding a folding fan and had an elegant temperament. In front of him were various delicacies, all of which were local specialties, mostly fish and shrimp. There were two maids behind him.

"Wen Shoufei, this old man, was so bold that he killed the Immortal Master Zhulu!"

Lin Langya's eyes were a little sinister.

He is the Temple of Heaven's Enlightenment, and he is the only remaining master at the altar.

A few years ago, he was injured by Wen Shoufei. He fled to a foreign country and lived in seclusion to recover from his injuries.

Who would have expected that just after he came out of seclusion, he would learn that Master Liquan had been killed by masters Wen Shoufei and Li Qinglin together.

Shocked and angry!
  Unwilling!

incredible! !
  Lin Langya was going crazy!
  Unlike Liang Biance, a rebellious person, Lin Langya was extremely loyal to Taoist Liquan, and even wanted to be introduced to the immortal sect by Taoist Liquan one day, so that he could also see the style of the world of immortality.

"Wen Shoufei just went to Kyoto, but your roots are still in Feng County! Moreover, there is also Li Qinglin..."

Lin Langya's eyes were cold.

At this moment, the river breeze is blowing, the setting sun is shining slantingly, and the scenery of thousands of miles of river comes into view.

Threads of cool air came suddenly.

Lin Langya frowned and signaled a maid to close the window.

But suddenly,

Lin Langya's pupils shrank sharply, his throat trembled, and out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a black figure.

The shadow fell, completely enveloping him.

He didn't have time to struggle, and the smell of blood suddenly surged from his throat.

Click!

An extremely clear sound of bone cracking echoed in his ears.

Then, the entire restaurant rose rapidly in Lin Langya's field of vision!
  On every floor, there are drinkers chatting and laughing.

Some people are making drinking orders, some are talking loudly, and some are entertaining Shangguan.

"Where am I..."

A hint of doubt filled my mind.

thump!
  There was a shallow splash of water on the river, and the white foam was mixed with a trace of dark red blood.

Gulu gulu...

Bubbles rise.

Lin Langya's consciousness completely dissipated, his breath was gone, and his body sank to the bottom of the water.

In the restaurant, two maids watched Lin Langya's neck being broken and his body thrown into the river. Just as they were about to scream, they were knocked unconscious by a soft force and fell to the ground.

Li Qinglin looked at the table full of aquatic products and sneered,
  "What kind of food is the same as what I eat?"

He clapped his hands, opened the door, and walked slowly downstairs.

These days, Li Qinglin checks the water meter everywhere.

From then on, all the masters in Cangtian Guanlu Temple, the masters at the left and right altars, the fire heads of the ten halls, and even the famous people in the temple have bowed their heads.

The view of the sky teaching the urn completely disappeared into thin air.

On the pier where there are crowds of people, Li Qinglin stands in the distance.

Fishermen returning from fishing untied their ropes and poles to carry their catch.

There were family members waiting with lanterns, and children helping to carry it.

Although their faces are weathered, their faces are full of smiles and hope for the future.

Li Qinglin stopped for a long time and finally disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)