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

Chapter 254 The next generation is terrible
"I didn't know that the seniors were here to perform religious activities. If I disturbed them rashly, I would be offended. This should be done to honor the seniors."

Don't look at the two monks, they are both surrendering as if they are competing for favor.

But in fact, both of them were a little scared, fearing that Li Qinglin would be displeased and kill him with one palm.

Li Qinglin glanced around, not knowing what the two of them were thinking.

But he didn't want to interfere.

"Do you have a map of the nearby territory and distribution of forces?"

Li Qinglin's voice came.

The short monk reacted immediately, and with a burst of magic power, he immediately held up a scroll and slowly flew to Li Qinglin.

"Senior, please check it out."

Li Qinglin took it and took a look.

Li Qinglin flicked his finger and shot the object at the two of them. As a reward for the cause and effect, he quickly left.

The "Dipping Immortal Platform" where Taoist priests from Liquan were beheaded, monuments and altars were erected, has long been sparsely populated, and those who remember this past event are gradually passing away.

I haven't returned to my hometown for more than ten years. Except for the change of county magistrate in Feng County, nothing else seems to have changed at all.

"The nearest Immortal Cultivation Sect is called Dang Mo Island, and there is actually the Nascent Soul True Monarch sitting in charge?"

Two drops of jet-black liquid were quickly condensed and refined, which was the essence of the evil spirit of the mountain mist. During the period of Qi training, it was considered a very good spiritual object.

He decided to return to the 'Novice Village' where the resources had not yet been fully developed and continue to live there for several decades.

Immortal cultivators are still aloof, while mortals are still pioneering and serving.

Thinking of this, Li Qinglin waved his sleeves, and his magic power turned into his palms, which he thrust into the white mist on the lake.

"If you can't afford to offend me, it's better to run away quickly and return to Huainan Mansion."

It gave Li Qinglin the feeling of accidentally entering an advanced copy.

The city walls are mottled and the walls are falling off.

Nothing seems to have changed.

……

The two monks, tall and short, were left looking at each other, looking like they would survive the disaster.

The two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief and made up their minds to meditate and practice honestly and avoid taking shortcuts.

Li House.

"Ninggu Lake, Laowan Prefecture? I actually ran so far?"

There was silence in Xiangfeng County.

Immortality cultivation in Laowan Prefecture is extremely prosperous, and the foundation period falls into it. Although it has a certain status, it is far less free than Huainan Prefecture.

"We are lucky. The senior we met is quite reasonable. If we meet an evil cultivator..."

late at night.

Candles are brightly lit and potted plants fill the courtyard.

The warrior guards on duty suddenly felt a little confused, and then they all froze in place like wooden figures, their eyes dull.

Li Qinglin walked through the corridor and came outside a bedroom.

Li Xianshi, an old lady with silver hair, was sleeping lightly on the bed. She was already in her twenties. Even in Li Qinglin's soul perception, her body was already filled with a faint aura of death.

If it is not controlled and regulated, it will die within five years.

As for Li Qingqing, he is always with Li Xianshi and has not married yet.

Through the window, Li Qinglin silently watched Li Xianshi and Li Qingqing for a long time.

In the end, I still didn’t choose to show up.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals, except for the difference in life class caused by power.

There is also a different experience of time.

For Li Qinglin, one retreat may last ten years.

But how many decades does an ordinary person have?
Accompanying her silently and leaving silently may be the only way.

A wisp of breeze blows into the house, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, with a touch of warmth.

It blew away Li Xianshi's slight frown and made her fall into a deep sleep.

Li Qingqing's originally dull skin suddenly became smoother and looked much younger.

Li Qinglin took out a piece of jade, captured a trace of green wood charm and blended it into the jade, and then photographed it underground in the Li family. If something bad happens to the Li family in the future, or if a blood relative passes away, they will naturally warn Li Qinglin.

After doing this, Li Qinglin looked towards the inner city again.

The head of the Wang family, Wang Meng.

My old friend has a donkey face.

And the woman who has been waiting for him silently in the world of mortals, Gao Jingshu...

One person, one face.

Over the years, it seems to have become mottled and faded a lot.

Li Qinglin stood still for a moment and finally drifted away.

……

Three days later, outside the valley of the three mountains of Qingshitan.

Li Qinglin, like in previous years, restrained his aura, turned into escaping light, and flew into the valley in darkness.

"I heard that the Cha family's Fenbaoya was eventually taken away by the remnants of the Cha family, Zha Qingqian and others. If you want to find out their whereabouts, I'm afraid you have to go back to Qingshitan for a tour.

And if we talk about which weapon refining method is the most exquisite within a thousand miles, except for the Yuxu Sect, Tantuoling has nowhere to go, so you can ask Fan Shang for help and a recommendation. "

Li Qinglin thought silently, but he just stepped into the three mountains of Qingshitan.

Suddenly a voice sounded in my ears,

"Please stay here, fellow Taoist, I am Ge Buhui from Taichu Taoist Palace..."

A ray of light came at an extremely fast speed and turned into a purple-robed monk on the ground. He had an old face and drooped white eyebrows, looking like a senior master.

It was Li Qinglin's half-acquaintance, Ge Lao, who signed the land lease contract and presided over the auction.

Ge Buhui's expression was solemn and his eyes were a little wary. He stopped a hundred feet away and said in a solemn voice,
“I don’t know my friend’s name, which fairy mountain I practiced in before——!!!”

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

Ge Buhui stared blankly at Li Qinglin's somewhat familiar face.

"Han, Han Fei? Impossible. This deep and obscure aura is almost stronger than my century-old bones. How could it be Han Fei?!"

Ge Buhui dismissed the absurd thoughts in his heart.

But he silently sensed the mana aura emanating from Li Qinglin.

Continuous and full of vitality...

His expression gradually became suspicious.

Good guy, the mountain-protecting formations in the three mountains of Qingshitan ignore the Qi-training monks, but specifically target the foundation-building monks.

Whenever there is a strange smell, Taichu Dao Palace will come to confirm.

Li Qinglin reacted immediately.

This is also easy to understand.

The foundation-building monk's palm magic weapon can be said to be a walking weapon for attacking enemies. How can one dare to let such a person into the ordinary cave heaven and paradise?

Especially now that there is no Cave Master, Taoist Jialing, in the three mountains of Qingshitan, and the core is lost, we need to be even more cautious.

"Senior Ge, don't you know Han?"

Li Qinglin still maintained respect for this foundation-building old man and bowed slightly at this moment.

Han?

Could it be? !
When Ge Buhui heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the back of his head felt as if someone had slapped him hard with a brick, and he lost consciousness for a few breaths.

He could never have imagined that thirty years ago, the young man who first entered Qingshitan Sanshan, looked young, and asked him with a little fear whether he could rent a spiritual field.

One day, he actually succeeded in building a foundation even though his longevity was greatly reduced!

Moreover, looking at this aura now, not only has he succeeded in extending his life.

The level of the condensed Dharma is definitely not low!

After a brief shock, he managed to calm down.

Sentiment, melancholy, envy, jealousy...

His voice became slightly hoarse, and he sighed,
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared..."

(End of this chapter)