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

Chapter 80 The mortal world rolls into the wheel (please subscribe!)
  Snapped,
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  Snapped.

Crisp footsteps came along the street and stopped in front of Chaodong Private School.

In the private school, the clear sound of reading could be heard.

There were two crooked-necked trees swaying in the open space outside the lecture hall, and a rusty copper bell hung on the trunk of the tree.

Li Qinglin stood upright outside the private school with a beheading knife on his waist, wearing a python-patterned round-neck robe and embroidered soap boots, with eyes like lightning.

Li Qinglin did not disturb the people and moved forward quietly.

He did not block the door, but rather politely stood a few steps away from the side door, under a jujube tree.

People passing by looked sideways, and some recognized Li Qinglin. He was wearing clothes and riding on his saddle. How could Li Qinglin look like he had returned from serving in the army yesterday in tattered clothes?
  His body was tall and straight, like cold steel, and his eyes made people dare not look directly into them.

dong dong dong...

The bronze bell in the private school rang, and the students rushed out of the lecture hall like a swarm.

An old man pushed open the door of the private school and saw Li Qinglin not far away at first sight.

"Uh... Sir, who are you looking for?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, walked up to Li Qinglin, and bravely asked.

Li Qinglin replied softly,
  "I am the brother of Li Qingjing and Li Qingqing. I am here to take them home. I wonder if I can introduce Master Meng to you?"

Li Qingjing, Li Qingqing’s brother?
  Master Meng?
  The old man's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. Especially when he saw Li Qinglin's clothes covered in python patterns, he felt an evil aura coming towards him.

The old man did not dare to delay and quickly turned back to the private school.

Students are leaving the private school one after another.

"Qing Jing, Qing Qing."

A familiar voice came, and the two brothers and sisters Li Qingjing, who were walking around the apricot tree, were surprised to see Li Qinglin, and they actually didn't recognize him.

And on the other side,
  In the academy, Zhang Dachui and the other three came out of the school noisily.

His eyes saw Li Qinglin behind the two brothers Li Qingjing.

Zhang Dachui immediately recognized Li Qinglin. He was so panicked that he wanted to bury his head and sneak away, but he was enveloped by a figure in front of him.

Li Qinglin looked at Zhang Dachui and the three people in front of him, half-smiling but not smiling.

"Qing Jing, can you write a message?"

Li Qinglin's voice came.

Li Qingjing was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately and chuckled,
  "What's so difficult about this?"

He took out the paper and pen, sat on the ground, and the ink penetrated the brush. The tip of the pen was like a dragon or a snake rising and landing, walking on the paper.

After more than ten breaths, an essay appeared lazily.

Li Qinglin took it and took a look, and his eyes lit up. He strode on the wall outside the private school, slapped his palm, and printed the message deeply into the wall——

"Yu, Zhang Dachui and the other three students were classmates and should have respected each other and treated each other with sincerity.

However, over the past month, Dachui and three other people used their power to coerce me into handing over several poems and articles. This was an act that insulted the sages and betrayed the people... It is better to take what is straight than to ask for something from the song. Every word is my name! "

As soon as the statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Zhang Dachui and the other three blushed even more, stiffened their necks and shouted,

"Why do you accuse someone of their innocence out of thin air?!"

When Li Qingjing heard this, he sneered coldly,
  "Innocent? Then let me ask you, the Wing Chun poem you wrote last month, what is the concept of the poem, the way of dialogue, and the rhythm of the music?"

Zhang Dachui opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, unable to say a word.

Seeing this, the other students gradually looked at Zhang Dachui and the others with suspicion.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! All spread out!"

Just in time,

An energetic old master walked out quickly and stared at the students with unkind eyes.

"Are you Master Meng?" Li Qinglin pressed the knife and walked out.

Master Meng looked at Li Qinglin, who was a whole head taller than him, with a trace of panic in his eyes, but his expression was solemn.
  "It's me, you crazy guy, actually causing trouble outside the private school. Although I, Meng, am a failed scholar, I was a classmate of the current county magistrate in my early years! Why don't you leave quickly?!"

Are you classmates with the county magistrate?

Among the peers, there are more than a few hundred who are classmates with the county magistrate?

Is Mrs. Meng afraid that she would dare to pull this tiger skin even if she glanced at the county magistrate from a distance?

Li Qinglin naturally would not be scared away like this, but instead asked loudly,
  "I dare to ask Master, do you know that Zhang Dachui and others stole Yudi's article? Even if the inducement failed, they fought with fists and kicks!"

More and more passers-by gathered, making the streets clogged.

Master Meng’s eyes flickered a little,
  "Absurd! Articles all over the world come from the same lineage. Students communicate with each other and prove it, and they will be more or less influenced by others. How can it be called plagiarism?"

Li Qinglin laughed angrily and asked aggressively,
  "Then why not let Wang Dachui and Li Qingjing have a live exchange and have a literary fight?"

"I can." Li Qingjing nodded calmly.

"I I I..."

Zhang Dachui and the other three looked embarrassed, you looked at me and I looked at you.

"You three must think clearly..."

Li Qinglin's sharp gaze shrouded Zhang Dachui and the other three.
  "Some things can still be undone as of today. If today passes...don't blame me for ignoring the old feelings of my neighbors!"

"I said it, I said it!"

Zhang Dachui's face was as pale as paper, and all the muscles in his body were trembling involuntarily. He clenched his sleeves tightly.
  "Yes, it was my idea to spend money to buy articles! Then my father carried half a pig for Master Meng, asking him to add fuel to the flames and add to my reputation in the future!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Many neighbors looked at Master Meng in disbelief, and some even spat and cursed.

At this moment, being stabbed in the back, Master Meng's mind went blank.

Literary men pay more attention to their names.

Especially for an old scholar like Master Meng, reputation from the outside world is more important than his own life!

Now, in front of everyone, having his scandal exposed is even more uncomfortable than killing him!
  "You, you, you, you are such a mouthful! Li Qingjing, right? This small temple of mine cannot accommodate a great god like you. Don't come to study in a private school in the future!"

Master Meng shook off his robe fiercely.

When Li Qinglin heard this, he clasped his hands with joy and bowed to the Master.
  "Thank you Master Meng for your noble hand. My foolish brother has been admitted to the academy and will go to Hanshan College to study in the near future. I am worried that if Master does not let me go, if word spreads, my foolish brother will not be able to make excuses for being ruthless and unjust. Thank you very much!"

When Master Meng heard this, he opened his mouth and refused to close it, staring at Li Qinglin with dull eyes.

The contemptuous and sarcastic looks of passers-by around him, Li Qinglin’s heart-wrenching words, and the reality of Qingming’s complete collapse...

All this hit him like a scourge.

When today is over, I am afraid that the whole shantytown and even the outer city will be spread about the scandal of Master Meng who blindly and furiously chased away the seeds of study and accepted bribes to humiliate the saint!
  When I think of this,
  His vision quickly rotated and distorted, and the sky and the earth were dizzy.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Master Meng leaned back and fainted out of anger!
  ……

Outer city, Jixian Restaurant.

The commander and his entourage were sitting by the window on the second floor.

It was past noon, and the various dishes on the table had already cooled down.

Before Li Qinglin arrived for the appointment, the team leader slammed the wine glass down with a gloomy expression on his face.

"After all, he comes from a humble background. Even if he becomes a martial artist, he is still a rough man who doesn't understand etiquette!"

The entourage stood aside, silent, not daring to speak.

The commander snorted coldly and stood up with his staff in hand. His eyes were dark, and he secretly thought that Li Qinglin was determined to break up with him because of his actions.

"Since you don't know what's good or bad, don't blame me. The number of martial arts masters who died at the hands of the Luqi Gang is no less than this one or two."

The commander had just made up his mind when he heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs on the side.

Wow!

The door to the private room was pushed open.

Several Ti Xings with sharp knives tied to their waists and well-dressed men walked in. Their eyes were as roving as tigers, and they stared directly at the leader. “Li Zhongran?”

One of the criminals slapped the scabbard on the table, moved a few dishes with his fingers, wiped them on the tablecloth, and sneered,
  "What happened to you has happened! Come with us."

The leader was still a little confused, but he suddenly reacted and said anxiously,

"My lords, I, I, Li Zhongran, have always been clean and honest, and Huabu Street is even more prosperous under my rule. Why am I guilty of this!"

Hearing this, the Ti Xing man seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his eyes seemed to be looking through the leader.

"Oh? What about your affair with the Luqi Gang? Buy low, sell high, enrich your own pockets. Do you want me to explain it to you one by one?"

When the commander heard this, his face turned pale and he slumped in his seat.

He was a little puzzled.

Whether these things are considered big or small, it depends on whether the people do it or not.

Why did it happen to be today that I was called to my door?
  Or a group of people who want to be punished? !

The commander vaguely thought of something, raised his head, and said in a trembling voice,
  "May I ask, sir, have I ever offended anyone?"

Seeing this, Ti Xing thought about it for a while, thinking that it was not a dirty secret, so he said,

"Then you have to ask Li Qinglin, Li Zhangqi."

Li Qinglin?
  Li Zhangqi? !

The commander's whole body seemed to be frozen, his body was stiff, his eyes were dull, and the staff in his hand fell to the ground with a sound.

His face turned as pale as snow, and his lips opened, but he couldn't make a sound.

There is only one thought in my mind——

"It's better to bully a white-bearded man than a poor young man!"

……

A carriage emerged from the narrow road.

Li Qinglin sat in front, riding the horse and waving the reins.

Li Xianshi and three others were sitting in the carriage, with a wooden cart being dragged behind.

Sister-in-law Gou walked all the way to the intersection, her eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried several times.

Huzi's leg disease has improved a lot. If you don't look carefully, you can no longer see the limp.

If anyone asked about it, Sister-in-law Gou would remain silent and would only say that she had a dream at night when a god sprinkled sweet rain, which cured Huzi's leg disease.

Sister-in-law and sister-in-law Gou were speechless and choked, and kept watching Li Qinglin and his family.

Pedestrians on the road and neighbors on Huabu Street all looked at the carriage with complicated and unspeakable expressions.

Yesterday, the news that Li Qinglin made a big fuss in the private school and made Master Meng faint was already spread throughout the neighborhood.

Master Meng is still lying in bed, saying that he is suffering from depression and does not dare to see anyone, so he is looking for medical advice.

Although he became a martial artist, he offended the prince's palace, and he was so proud that he couldn't bear the injustice...

Some people showed hatred in their eyes, feeling that as soon as Li Qinglin came home, Huabu Street would become a mess and there would be no peace.

Some people secretly said that it was a pity that such a character was forced to leave his hometown.

Li Qinglin's second and third aunts, one cutting meat in front of the butcher's shop and the other picking at the bun shop, saw Li Qinglin's figure from a distance and quickly turned away, pretending not to have seen it.

The carriage slowly passed behind the two of them, splashing up wind dust, cutting through air waves, and carrying their hair.

thump!
  suddenly,

A heavy sound came.

The two subconsciously turned around and saw a man stopping the carriage and kneeling on the roadside.

"That's...the leader?!"

"Let me look at it, let me look at it, myss... am I dazzled?!"

"What's going on? Why did the team leader kneel down for Li Qinglin? Isn't this an attempt to reach the sky?"

Li Qinglin tightened the reins lightly, looked down, and saw the leader kneeling on the ground with his head lowered.

"Why is the leader doing this?"

When the old leader heard this, he slowly raised his head. His face was more than ten years older, he was gloomy, and his expression was a little dazed.

He looked carefully at Li Qinglin's face, and then said as if he was dreaming,

"Master Li, could you be so generous and let me go?
  I am old and I will have to retire and return to my hometown in a few years. My grandchildren are still waiting for me to hold them. "

When Li Qinglin heard this, he did not answer, but asked,
  "President, if I am not a martial artist, but a commoner in plain clothes, and meet you, what will be the outcome if I meet people like you?"

The old collector stared blankly, these words were like a hammer hitting the top of his head.
  He forced a smile and said,

"I understand."

He took off his robe and silk belt, folded them neatly, placed them on the roadside, and held them down with a staff and a tributary.

Then he stood up in despair and walked to the corner of the street.

There, there were several Ti Xings holding sharp knives in their hands, leaning against the wall, with straw stalks in their mouths.

Seeing Li Qinglin's gaze, these prisoners quickly spat out the straw in their mouths and stood upright with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Sorry to trouble you all." Li Qinglin cupped his hands.

Upon seeing this, the few prisoners returned the favor and handed over their hands, and then left quickly with the leader.

Huabu Street, which was originally noisy and noisy, fell into dead silence.

People looked at the leader who seemed to be captured and brought to justice, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

Then, they all looked at the carriage, still in disbelief.

Regret, regret, shame...

Li Qinglin's second aunt and third aunt stood there blankly. Although they were short-sighted and could not recognize the origin of the punishment, they watched helplessly as the leader, who used to be aloof, knelt to death in front of Li Qinglin. They didn't know where they were. Li Qinglin must be on the verge of success!

Regret gnawed away at their hearts like poisonous snakes.

"Big nephew, big nephew!"

Li Guangfu ran out from nowhere, looked at the carriage, and immediately became deserted, looking like he was reluctant to see off his bride after a long journey.

"Pooh!"

A passerby couldn't stand it anymore and spat on the ground.

"You were the one I fawned over before, and you were the one I despised later. Now you're trying to get in front of me, Li Guangfu, you've lived like a fool at such an old age!"

Li Guangfu became anxious and cursed,

"I think you can't eat the grapes and say the grapes are sour. Why don't you have a martial artist in your family?"

When passersby heard this, they smiled coldly and said,
  "Then you come closer and see if your nephew's sword is sharp? Those good guys just now are probably from the government. Then you can see if the government is willing to collect your body!"

"you you you!!"

Li Guangfu's fists were clenched, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his face was bright and dark, and finally his whole body was sluggish, his eyes were blank, and he was murmuring,

"It would be great if I lent him money that day..."

There was a loud noise behind me.

Li Qinglin did not look back, waved the reins, and led the carriage along the bluestone slabs to leave Huabu Street.

At this time, the sun is just right and the flowers are fragrant.

Dots of Sophora japonica flowers fell on the ground, and countless eyes were crushed into the mud by the ruts. After the crackling sound of bubbles being stepped on and breaking, the eyes gradually dispersed, but the faint fragrance of the Sophora japonica flowers remained with them all the way.

"Brother, how long will it take to leave?" Li Qingqing's voice came.

Li Qinglin looked at the increasingly wider and brighter streets and chuckled,

"It's almost... we'll be home soon."

(End of this chapter)