Today, I raise a toast to invite relatives and friends to celebrate the matchmaking. "

Three months later.

In an ordinary house in the outer city.

The gongs and drums sounded and guests came in droves.

The master of ceremonies' voice sounded, and Donkey Face and Hong Cuicui appeared in wedding dresses.

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

"Greetings, parents!" came a voice.

The two turned around and slowly knelt down.

Sitting on the left side of the hall was Li Xianshi, and on the right side sat Hong Cuicui's widower father.

Li Xianshi could be said to have grown up watching Donkey Face, and considering the relationship between Donkey Face and Li Qinglin, it was reasonable for her to accept his worship at this moment.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly."

Seeing this scene, Li Xian's eyes became red and she immediately called out to the two of them to get up.

The gongs and drums sounded and the guests clapped their hands.

There were more than ten banquet tables in the courtyard, and almost all of them were occupied.

Most of them were tenants or guards in the palace.

In the corner, at an inconspicuous wine table, Li Qinglin sat alone, raising his glass in a clinking motion, and no one dared to sit at the same table with him.

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

Seven days ago, on the 80th birthday of Empress Dowager Da Jiang, a general amnesty was declared and Li Qinglin was finally released from prison "openly and aboveboard".

Perhaps because he had not seen the sun for a long time, Li Qinglin's skin was extremely pale and he even coughed from time to time. His exposed arms were so skinny that only a layer of skin was left.

It seems that he is injured.

"Alas, the heavens are blind and let heroes grow old. Lord Li went to Feng County to eliminate the evil and kill the immortal for me, but his injuries were too severe to be cured. What a pity."

"Perhaps this is the curse of those who dare to kill immortals. So what if you nourish your spirit? You still become a sickly person, don't you?"

"Brother, be careful with your words! Lord Li has eliminated threats for warriors like us, and even experimented with new ways of martial arts with his seriously injured body. If you don't help him, then that's fine, but you should just admire him, but how can you say such arrogant words?!"

"Yes, yes, I'm drunk. I should drink a glass of wine as punishment. I should drink a glass of wine as punishment!"

Li Qinglin turned a deaf ear to the discussions and quietly watched the two men with the donkey face get married.

With his previous record of killing immortals with a mortal blade, Wen Shoufei's creation of the "Five Elders' Pure Heart Inscription" attracted the attention of many important figures in the provincial government and even in Kyoto.

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

To inherit martial arts is to carry on the unique knowledge of the ancient sages.

I hope that warriors all over the world can make the leap and find a new path.

The Jiwu Yulong Mansion is controlled by the Dajiang royal family. It is aloof from the government. It is a more secretive organization that stands above the three violent institutions of the Ministry of Punishment, the Ministry of Law, and the Metropolitan Investigation Bureau.

There are many immortal cultivators like Kong Wudao who travel to various prefectures and counties in Dajiang, selecting martial arts seeds and teaching them the way.

Wen Shoufei was fond of martial arts by nature. He learned that there were many people of the same generation as Jiwu Yulong Mansion, and many of them were even ahead of him and exploring new paths.

Naturally, he was happy to go there and gave up the position of museum owner to his senior brother Pei Zhang.

Originally, Taoist Kongwu also wanted to invite Li Qinglin to go to Kyoto and join Jiwu Yulong Mansion.

Unfortunately, Li Qinglin’s injuries were too severe to be cured, and the magical damage caused by Taoist Liquan almost destroyed his tendons and veins.

In addition, Wen Shoufei's advice and cover-up for Li Qinglin made the matter of Taoist Kong Wu disappear.

So, regarding Li Qinglin’s injury.

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

But the residual power of the Immortal Killer has not dissipated yet, and Wen Shoufei is protecting him.

But no one dared to underestimate Li Qinglin.

As for the fact that Taoist Liquan evolved a way to rob people, it directly and indirectly caused the deaths of thousands of people and the decline of people's livelihood.

From the government court to the Taoist temple, no one mentioned it again, as if it had never existed and was erased from everyone's memory.

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

now,

At Donkey Face's wedding banquet, Li Qinglin saw many familiar faces.

There was a man named Xiao Liu who was beaten half to death by Manager Wang and later became a shepherd.

He had a sturdy face, was dressed in green, and wore a jade pendant. He no longer looked as thin as he used to.

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

But under Li Qinglin's aura, he felt very uncomfortable. After saying goodbye, he ran to another table as if escaping.

He chatted and laughed with the others, played drinking games, and seemed quite relaxed.

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

Half a month ago.

The elderly Gao Juren eventually did not survive the winter and passed away.

Li Qinglin participated in the funeral procession and carried the coffin into the tomb.

Gao Jingshu was dressed in black mourning clothes and didn't say a word the entire time.

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

Her red lips moved and her face showed sadness. In the end, she just bowed and returned to her father's grave.

She would observe mourning for Gao Juren for three years.

The subtle fragrance lingers at the tip of your nose.

Li Qinglin was a little dazed.

"I've been looking for you, and you're here!"

A voice came.

Li Qinglin immediately came back to his senses, looked up, and saw Deng Dong, with whom he had gone to the wilderness to slay demons for a long time.

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

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

Deng Dong is a rare martial artist who has obtained the fate of becoming an immortal and has also done good deeds.

Now he is the owner of Baiyun Gym, and he has a wife and daughter. He can be said to be a winner in life.

Behind Deng Dong stood Wen Tiexin and Chang Yuhuai.

Wen Tiexin was still as heroic and frosty-faced as ever, with a pair of strong and straight legs in her boots. It seemed that time had not left too many traces on her.

However, Chang Yuhuai, who was good at archery, had his right arm cut off at the root and two fingers on his left hand were also cut off.

"Brother Chang, what are you doing..."

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

"When fighting with others, one move is always a step behind."

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

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

Stay overnight in the wilderness, witness the ritual of dressing up in the robbery area, and join forces to kill the silver-striped python...

As they ate and drank, everyone's eyes were filled with reminiscence.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. A lot has changed, but a lot has remained the same.

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

Chang Yuhuai poured himself a glass of wine.

Li Qinglin was silent after hearing this.

He still remembered Lan Yu, a timid girl whose voice was always as small as a mosquito.

Unfortunately, even if Li Qinglin had three heads and six arms, he could not save everyone around him.

Life is full of surprises.

"My mother has been looking for a marriage partner for me everywhere, saying that I am old and it is time for me to get married."

The alcohol seeped into Wen Tiexin's heart, and his eyes looked a little tired.

Being forced by her family to go on a blind date must be more difficult than having to fight a life-and-death battle with a warrior.

Li Qinglin laughed when he heard this. He didn't expect that this cold and unkind old leader would end up like this.

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

Suddenly, Deng Dong spoke.

Li Qinglin shook his head after hearing this. "This disease is caused by the magic of immortals. It is difficult to cure with medicine. Perhaps, I will travel far away from the city and look for another opportunity."

However, they all tried to comfort Li Qinglin, saying that he was a blessed person and that good fortune would shine upon him, and everything would be fine.

Li Qinglin's injury was naturally a disguise.

Li Qinglin has already thought about escaping from the world and going to the fairyland to seek immortality.

He used the fact that his injuries were serious and difficult to treat to gradually reduce his presence, and even spread the word that he would go out and 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 grass, wished him many children and good fortune, then took Li Xianshi to the carriage and disappeared into the streets.

In the carriage, Li Xian looked at Li Qinglin and suddenly said,

"Brother Lin, you are old enough now, it's time for you to get married. I know a few good girls, you can meet them someday and go to enjoy the snow together."

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Upon hearing this, Li Qinglin got angry and coughed twice.

I just made fun of Wen Tiexin, why is it my turn now?

"Mother, I don't have the heart to marry right now. I am so injured that I am afraid I will delay her. After a while, I may go out to travel and see if there is any way to cure my illness."

Li Qinglin said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Li Xian sighed and said no more.

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

It fell on the roof, on the ground, and into Li Qinglin's sight.

Li Qinglin looked back at the road he had come from, and could still see many old friends. Donkey Face and Hong Cuicui stood at the doorstep, watching the carriage leave, their shoulders covered with snowflakes.

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 around? Perhaps even the memories will become mottled.

…

For many days thereafter, Li Qinglin stayed indoors and a strong smell of blood came from Li's mansion.

Rumors even began to spread in the city that Li Qinglin would die suddenly from his injuries soon.

Who would have known that the next day, Li Qinglin would go to the martial arts gym to practice martial arts, report for duty at the Ministry of Justice, and drink at a wine shop in the south of the city.

Many people's jaws dropped.

Then Li Qinglin did not show up for another month or two, until rumors began to spread again. He then appeared late in public and accompanied Li Qingqing to walk in the snow.

Gradually, Li Qinglin's appearances became less and less frequent.

People gradually stopped paying attention.

Until half a year later, on an ordinary morning.

Ximen, in the armored car and mud dragon.

A handsome man, seven feet tall, carrying a bag, as graceful as a scholar, with a slightly pale face, sat in front of the window.

As the magic array flashed, the armored mud dragon slowly moved forward.

Looking at Wangfeng County getting farther and farther away, Li Qinglin's eyes were filled with disappointment.

My younger brother Li Qingjing went to Kyoto to study with Wang Shouren a few months ago.

Due to his fate as a green civil servant, Wang Shouren thought highly of him and wanted to teach him by example and pass on all he had learned throughout his life.

Li Xianshi has Li Qingqing by her side to run a dyeing business, and also has the support of Wulao Qingxinzhai, so naturally he doesn't need to worry too much.

In the past six months, with the help of Li Qinglin's blood circulation, supplemented by various rare tonic medicines.

Li Xian's body has been restored to its original state, and she feels like she is experiencing a second spring.

Mrs. Li Xian is over sixty years old this year, so it should not be a problem for her to live another twenty years.

While your parents are still alive, don’t travel far away…if you do travel, make sure to travel far away.

Li Qinglin has left behind many backup plans and properties.

It is enough for Li Xian to live out her life in peace.

Li Qinglin now wants to go and see what the world of immortal cultivation really looks like! ...

Five days later.

Luoshui County.

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

However, Luoshui County occupies a much larger area than Fengxian County.

There are vast expanses of swamps and plains along the Yangtze and Huai Rivers, with rolling waves, abundant aquatic products, and fishing ports everywhere.

At this moment, on top of a six-story restaurant overlooking 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, and there were two maids behind him.

"This old bastard Wen Shoufei was so bold as to kill the Immortal Master who bestowed the talisman!"

Lin Langya's eyes were somewhat sinister.

He is the only remaining master of the altar of the Cangtian Shulu Temple.

Several years ago, he was injured by Wen Shoufei and fled far away to live in seclusion to recuperate.

Who would have thought that as soon as he came out of retreat, he learned that Taoist Liquan was killed by master and disciple Wen Shoufei and Li Qinglin.

Shocked and angry! Unwilling!

Unbelievable! Lin Langya almost went crazy! Unlike the two rebellious people, Lin Langya was extremely loyal to Taoist Liquan. He even wanted to be led into the immortal world by Taoist Liquan one day and see the world of immortal cultivation.

"Wen Shoufei, it's fine that you went to Kyoto, but your roots are still in Fengxian! And there's Li Qinglin..."

Lin Langya's eyes were cold.

At this moment, the river breeze is blowing, the setting sun is shining obliquely, and the scenery of the vast river surface is all within sight.

Strands of cool air suddenly came over me.

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 descended, enveloping him completely.

He had no time to struggle, and a bloody smell suddenly rose from his throat.

Snap!

An extremely clear sound of bones breaking echoed in his ears.

Then, the entire restaurant quickly rose and rose in Lin Langya's sight! On every floor, there were drinkers chatting and laughing.

Some were playing drinking games, some were talking loudly, and some were entertaining their superiors.

"I am, where am I..."

A faint doubt filled my mind.

Splash! A light splash of water appeared on the surface of the river, and a trace of dark red blood was mixed in the white foam.

Gurgle gurgle…

Bubbles rising.

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 as Lin Langya's neck was broken and his body was 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 seafood delicacies and sneered, "What kind of stuff is this? Is it the same as what I eat?"

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

These days, Li Qinglin is "checking water meters" everywhere.

From then on, all the masters on the left and right altars of the Cang Tian Shu Temple, including the fire chiefs of the Ten Halls of Justice and even all the famous people in the temple, have bowed their heads.

The Cangtian-Shoulu Temple completely disappeared.

Li Qinglin stood in the distance on the crowded pier.

Fishermen returning from fishing untie the ropes, spread the poles, and carry their catches.

Some family members were waiting with lanterns, and their children were helping with the carrying.

Although their faces are weather-beaten, they are full of smiles and hope for the future.

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

(End of this chapter)