At night,

The lights in the palace were bright.

In the main hall, Grandpa Wang sat in the first seat. After several years, he had aged a lot, no longer as vigorous as he used to be, and his hair was full of white.

At this moment, he looked at Yu Yuan in front of him with a bit of fatigue, and said, "Why does the Yu family have to do this? I won't live for many more years, why are you so anxious to let Meng'er succeed you?"

Wang Meng sat at the last seat, looking at the tip of his nose.

The other dozen or so elders sat quietly on both sides, keeping silent.

A candlelight flickered, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Yu Yuan's face was solemn.

"I hope you will take the palace seriously. Li Qinglin has become a powerful figure. His coming from my palace is both a blessing and a disaster."

"Why do you think so?" asked Grandpa Wang.

"Fortunately, Li Qinglin started his martial arts training at the royal palace training ground, which laid a foundation for him. It can be considered that we have some kind of relationship with each other."

"Disaster means that he was a slave in the palace, and was commanded and dispatched by the palace, serving people humbly. If he had any evil intentions and felt that this experience brought shame to him, then..."

In front of the hall,

The first wife, Mrs. Jia, was wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, with a noble demeanor, and was sitting next to Grandpa Wang.

Hearing this, he flew into a rage, "So what! My Jia family has a living immortal!"

"Does Li Qinglin dare to retaliate against us?"

Yu Yuan said in a gloomy tone, "May I ask, Madam, how does the Immortal Jia, who is over 140 years old, has dim eyesight, is still an apprentice of alchemy, and has not returned home for many years, compare to Taoist Liquan?

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

Jia fell silent.

Everyone present was horrified, but they all kept silent.

The corpse of Taoist Bai Ri Liquan still has residual power after his death, and his spirit oppresses people.

Even a martial artist who has mastered the art of locking essence cannot approach rashly.

A cultivator who has perfected Qi training is comparable to one who has perfected the state of cultivating the spirit!

There is no such person in the whole Wangfeng County! Upon hearing this, Grandpa Wang seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit. He leaned back and collapsed on his seat.

"In that case..."

Grandpa Wang's voice was weak and trembling.

"From today on, Meng'er will take over the position of the head of the Wang family."

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone in the hall stood up, bowed and saluted, feeling as if they could breathe a sigh of relief.

Wang Meng knelt before Grandpa Wang, with a sad look on his face and tears in his eyes.

He refused several times, saying that he was young and did not understand the situation. Only after Yu Yuan and a group of elders persuaded him did he "reluctantly" agree.

After a moment.

The elders in the hall dispersed and began to prepare for the change of the head of the family.

Grandpa Wang and Jia also left with the help of their maids.

Wang Meng suddenly stood up, walked to Yu Yuan, and said with a bow, "Thank you for what happened today, Uncle Yu!"

Let alone Grandpa Wang, what just happened.

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

Yu Yuan went to kill the immortal, and just returned to the palace in the afternoon. He immediately summoned key figures from various hubs in the palace to discuss matters.

He had not received any news in advance and was completely confused at the moment.

Yu Yuan helped Wang Meng up, her face calm, "I wonder what the next plan is, Patriarch?"

What's the next step? After hearing this, Wang Meng thought for a moment and said,

"Gather the remnants and reopen the trade route?"

Yu Yuan shook her head.

"Cultivate confidants, recruit martial artists, and allocate resources?" Wang Meng continued.

Yu Yuan remained silent.

Wang Meng seemed to understand something and said hesitantly, "Go visit Brother Li and congratulate him on his breakthrough in Yang Shen. Will we be good friends for generations?"

Yu Yuan neither nodded nor shook his head, but said with a deep gaze, "The old patriarch was old and sickly. He caught a cold and took medicine to treat it, but it turned out to be worse. The disease came like a mountain, and he passed away suddenly."

As soon as the words fell.

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

"Why is it so?"

He said with difficulty.

Yu Yuan said, "The Wang family has a total of 10,000 people, a 300-year-old foundation, and dozens of generations have passed on their legacy. I wonder if the head of the family dares to take the gamble?"

After a long time.

Wang Meng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was filled with determination.

"My father's illness cannot be delayed. I will send someone to call a doctor immediately."

"Master Zhao Xiaoming, you have worked hard and made great contributions. You have served my father for many years with loyalty and sincerity. I am worried about my father's illness and I think he needs to see a doctor."

"Third aunt Liu Rongyue is repairing the ancestral hall, setting up a Taoist temple, and erecting a monument for brother Changsheng."

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

At this point, Wang Meng looked towards Yu Yuan.

"I wonder where Auntie is..."

Yu Yuan is not a member of the Wang family, but a relative of the Jia family.

Yu Yuan seemed to have expected this when she heard this. A trace of helplessness flashed across her eyes as she said, "Live in seclusion in the ruined courtyard and spend the rest of your life alone..."

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

Half a month later, the old patriarch's typhoid fever worsened and he died and was buried in the ancestral mausoleum.

Wang Meng was the new head of the Wang family. After he came to power, he optimized the treatment of tenants and servants in the palace, raised their salaries, opened four training grounds, and implemented the "Shuxiu Loan", which meant that students could learn martial arts for free in the early stage, and if they gained anything, they could receive Shuxiu tuition fees.

Other big families also introduced the Xiuxiu loan.

For a while, the trend of learning martial arts in Fengxian became more popular.

Proverbs such as "It is not a shame to be born in a humble family, and a true man is one who can bend and stretch himself" have become a warning for many people.

…

In the afternoon, the sun shone brightly and golden for once, casting a shadow over the official road.

Ancient trees with dense branches stand in the wilderness on both sides, cutting and breaking up the sunlight, and casting uneven light and shadows on the road at will.

Hou Huanhua was dressed in tattered clothes, walking barefoot, with dry and cracked lips and a dazed look on her face.

He exudes a pungent odor all over his body.

After the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation was broken half a month ago, he felt his head was filled with the voice of Taoist Liquan, who was chasing him to teach him talismans and scriptures.

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

The voice of the immortal in my mind gradually disappeared, and then I headed towards Fengxian County.

"Is he still there?"

It seemed that in the next moment, an immortal figure with an otherworldly temperament and a faint spiritual energy floating all over his body would jump out from the side of the official road.

"He may have successfully passed the tribulation and returned to the sect."

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

In his eyes, Taoist Liquan was so great and so invincible.

Taoist Liquan was like a towering mountain, completely dwarfing him in the shadow.

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

Wen Shoufei, Yu Yuan and others may have died at his hands.

"To Feng County..."

Hou Huanhua felt a little sad.

The armored car and mud dragon galloped past.

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On the official road, the sounds of horse hooves and iron bits could be heard one after another, and smoke and dust were billowing.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Wulao Qingxinzhai is recruiting students. I must become a disciple of Master Wen!"

"One sect cultivates two spirits, and once the Qi is controlled, the immortals shed blood under the city gate. How magnificent!"

"That's right! Think about how amazing Taoist Liquan was. He set up the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation and allowed all the warriors in the city to enter the formation. In the end, didn't he still end up with his head and body separated?"

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

"There are rumors that Li Qinglin also showed up that day and sniped Taoist Liquan, 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 Taoist that day. He looks exactly like Li Qinglin. He doesn't seem to mind revealing his true appearance."

"Hiss... Li Qinglin is only less than 18 years old, right? He has already reached the Soul-Nourishing Realm? If he had given me some of his talent, I would have broken through to the Bone-Penetrating Realm long ago!"

"I heard that the reason why he could achieve such success is that the method he practiced is a secret manual of divine skills that directly leads to the third level of nourishing the spirit! It's called Wu Lao Qing or something like that..."

As soon as these words came out, all the martial artists' whips were about to break.

The neighing of horses reached the sky.

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

"How is that possible?"

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

"They are lying to me, they are lying to me!"

He staggered towards Fengxian.

At the foot of the city gate, I stood for a long time in front of a patch of extremely lush vegetation.

Passersby were still discussing the incident of killing the immortal that day.

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

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

He suddenly laughed wildly, and suddenly burst into tears. The people on both sides retreated in fear.

"It's him? Really him? How could it be him?!"

Hou Huanhua murmured to herself.

We walked from dawn to dusk and slept in a shabby house at night.

He sat there for a long time like a clay sculpture.

The fact that he killed Xiao Han in the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation would not be difficult to uncover if we investigate afterwards.

Even if you dig deeper, you will find that the demon in his heart that was planted by Taoist Liquan will be implicated.

The paths to official career and martial arts were completely blocked.

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

"Oh, God, how can you be so unkind to me..." A voice full of sorrow and misery sounded.

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

His face gradually turned red, warm and bruised.

After a moment, his hands dropped suddenly.

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

Outside the broken house, the cold wind howled like the weeping of a ghost.

It seemed as if he was sighing for Hou Huanhua.

Sudden,

A figure blew into the house with the cold wind.

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

His eyes were deep, and he vaguely saw the heroic figure of Hou Huanhua in the past, wearing a dark blue python robe, a goose feather knife on his waist, and cloud-head shoes, designing a plan to lure and kill Lu Zhangke.

At that time, he could only look up at Hou Huanhua, unable to stand up due to the pressure of his breath.

At this moment he was also looking up at Hou Huanhua, but the situation was reversed, the inferiors were no longer inferiors, and the superiors were no longer superiors.

This situation and scene gives off a sense of the sadness of a hero in his old age.

Li Qinglin sighed and floated away.

Half an hour later.

Li Qinglin left and came back to the dilapidated house.

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

An hour later.

Li Qinglin lay on the roof, his eyes passing through the broken tiles, staring at Hou Huanhua's body.

"Really dead?"

Li Qinglin returned to the dilapidated house, and the blood and energy in his hand turned into a knife. He slashed out several cold rays, and was about to cut Hou Huanhua into pieces.

Suddenly,

Hou Huanhua opened her eyes and shouted in despair, "Li Qinglin, why are you killing me so desperately?!"

Snap!

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

The qi and blood shook, turning his internal organs into a pool of meat paste.

A scar the size of a hair even went through Hou Huanhua's forehead.

Hou Huanhua's eyes shook violently, then quickly dimmed and went out, and the remaining fear solidified like a real object.

From then on, Hou Huanhua died completely.

Li Qinglin then let out a long sigh, his eyes showing a bleak look.

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

He stopped for a moment before his figure disappeared into the dilapidated house.

"Respect the past, let it go with the wind..."

The sound was ethereal, immersed in the moonlight and the years, and finally disappeared.

(End of this chapter)