Although the white-haired monk had some doubts in his heart, after all, this matter was a hot topic in the immortal cultivation world of Huainan Prefecture, and even the Taoist children of a few years old had heard about it.

However, these people also regarded Li Qinglin as an old monster who had been in seclusion for many years, and they did not dare to hide anything. At this moment, they told him everything they knew.

"The owner of Tingyu Sword Manor, Qu Xi, wielded one sword each, and was ruthless. He struck directly at Huanglong and killed the owner of the Partridge Cave."

"The three mountains of Qingshitan claimed that the Partridge Cave had sent spies to Qingshitan to assassinate the monks of the three mountains and destroy the harmony of the three mountains. They killed the chicken to scare the monkeys, which was not an act of evil!"

"The deputy palace master of the Blood God Palace, Tu Buqing, has appeared and has mastered the method of sewing the Styx. He can take the corpses of monks and refine them into demon corpses, committing endless murders!"

"The Three Mountains of Qingshitan strongly condemned this and repeatedly warned Tu Buqing not to violate the boundary. From then on, the Partridge Cave has become the sacred place of the Three Mountains of Qingshitan. Anyone who dares to touch it will be wrathful!"

…

Upon learning about the major events that have taken place in Huainan Prefecture in recent years, Li Qinglin felt a trace of contemplation in his mind.

The three mountains of Qingshitan have been acting uncharacteristically high-profile, which must be related to Yimo Valley.

However, the three mountains of Qingshitan have clearly concealed the truth, and have always used the excuse of being righteous to disguise their true intentions.

"Haha, in Yimo Valley, the broken mountain gate where Taoist Jialing is trapped is full of demons. They are like maggots in the bones that cannot be killed. If the three mountains of Qingshitan can cure it, why do they need to act so high-profile to attract everyone's attention? There is progress, but not much..."

When Li Qinglin thought of this, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes. He threw the Xuantian gourd vine on the ground, then soared into the sky, turned into a green light, and quickly left.

Su Yunqing was silent for a moment, then slowly picked up the Xuantian gourd vine.

Feeling the compelling spirituality in the Xuantian gourd vine, for some reason, Su Yunqing did not feel the slightest joy of successfully seizing the treasure.

Just now, the mysterious senior, after looking at this Xuantian Gourd Vine, revealed a look of...disdain that was hard to conceal? This made Su Yunqing feel as if he had fought so hard to get the treasure, but in the end, he had picked up a piece of garbage.

"Building the foundation!"

Su Yunqing's brows were solemn, and his expression suddenly became extremely determined.

…

To Fengxian County.

It was snowing heavily, and the eaves and roof tiles were covered with ice crystals.

The city is dotted with casinos, art galleries, restaurants, and merchants.

But today, I don’t know if it is a coincidence, but in the shanty towns, outer city, inner city, and in front of the doors of many houses and shops, there is a blazing brazier.

Charcoal fire is burning in the brazier.

On the side were prepared mourning banners, paper money and other items of condolence.

It seems that a person of high moral character and worthy of the whole city's tribute is about to pass away.

The younger generation may not know this, but the older people in the city do.

Back then, Wangfeng County was caught in a bloody disaster that loomed over everyone's head! An immortal cultivator of unknown origin, who called himself Liquan Taoist, used the warriors in the city as blood sacrifices, practiced seeking robbery, and caused a bloody storm.

Afterwards, the son of an old woman selling cloth in a shanty town suddenly appeared, killed the immortal cultivator, turned the tide, and ended the unrest.

To this day, the young hero has long disappeared without a trace.

And his mother, the old cloth seller, was already on her deathbed.

The genius doctor of the palace in the inner city took the patient's pulse personally, shook his head helplessly, and said that it was the end of his life and there was nothing he could do to save him.

The old people who knew about the event of beheading the immortal spontaneously prepared to report the death and express condolences.

Perhaps, in a few years, the last batch of elderly people will pass away.

No one remembers what happened that year anymore.

At this moment, in the outer city, Li Mansion.

The second courtyard, which was once spacious and bright, suddenly became cramped and small.

There seemed to be no space left in the open-air patio even if a few strong men stood there.

“Cough cough cough…”

A weak cough came from the bedroom.

Li Qingjing, who had been sleeping lightly, immediately opened his eyes, stood up from the mat, walked to the bed, and tightly clasped a cold hand.

"Mother?"

Li Qingjing, who is fifty years old, has many wrinkles on his face, but perhaps because he has been in a high position for a long time, he still looks energetic and dignified, and his actions give people a sense of majesty that is intimidating without being angry.

Twenty years ago, Li Qingjing had already reached the second rank as the Internal History of Grain.

But twenty years later, he still stopped at the position of Internal History of Grain, but concurrently served as Guanglu Qing, with a salary of two thousand stones, a silver seal and a blue ribbon, and became a member of the current emperor's think tank.

This is because, those who go one step further and rank among the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers are no longer ordinary people.

He is a true immortal from the Immortal Sect! The current emperor does not practice immortality, nor can he practice it, and is not allowed to practice it! So naturally, he will also die.

But only the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, those people who stood at the final point of Dajiang's official career, have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

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After learning this, Li Qingjing changed his original intention of reforming the new law and instead focused on educating his descendants, establishing family precepts, personally compiling elementary education, and sorting out the relationships within the Li family.

He even retired to Feng County and often stayed by Li Xian's side.

wait……

At dawn!

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin..."

The sky was a little dark, and heavy snow was falling outside the window.

Li Xianshi forced herself to open her cloudy eyes, her dry lips opened and closed, but she repeatedly uttered the three words "Lin Ge'er".

When Li Qingjing heard this, his eyes turned slightly red, but a faint anger arose in his heart.

Twenty years, a full twenty years! Li Qinglin had not returned home, and there was no news from him, almost disappearing from the face of the earth! Li Qingjing, who had been in the officialdom for decades, naturally guessed that his brother might have a big secret.

Pretending to be cruel and no longer contacting your family is a way to protect them.

But reason and emotion often go in opposite directions.

Especially when he saw the old lady Li Xianshi, every time she looked towards the door, with that lonely and worried look in her eyes, Li Qingjing could not hide his resentment and anger towards Li Qinglin.

And now, maybe she won't even be able to see Li Qinglin before she dies! "Don't worry, Mom. I've asked someone to find my brother's whereabouts." Li Qingjing said softly.

Li Xianshi seemed to have lost the strength to even open her eyes, but she didn't know what was supporting her almost exhausted body, and she still had her last breath.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for Brother Lin, I'll wait for... Brother Lin..."

"The alley... is too dark. Remember, remember to leave the light on. Wait, wait..."

Li Xian was almost talking in her sleep.

call……

A breeze blew in from somewhere. It was not cold, but full of spring warmth and the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

After hearing this, Li Xianshi became much more energetic as if she had a last burst of energy, and opened her eyes.

Then he saw a figure standing silently in the corner of the bedroom, walking slowly towards him, and the flickering candlelight illuminated his face.

"mother."

Li Qinglin knelt in front of Li Xian's bed and whispered, "I'm back."

(End of this chapter)