"snort!"

But when he saw Li Qinglin's equally old face with slightly gray temples, he was a little dazed. The image of the young man in his memory, who was bold, rebellious and unruly, overlapped with the person in front of him.

It turns out that my brother is also old.

He was silent for a moment.

"Brother Lin? Brother Lin?!"

When Li Xian saw the face that had been haunting her dreams and had appeared in her fantasies countless times, her originally sallow and dark blue face suddenly showed an unprecedented expression.

The hands made of dry straw held Li Qinglin tightly, as if they were worried that this was just an illusion and would disappear if they let go.

Then the next moment, a cool stream came out from Li Qinglin's hands, carrying a rich breath of life, and merged into Li Xian's body.

It is not known whether it was Li Qingjing’s hallucination, but he even saw twisted and ancient trees passing by, lush and green, with treetops like clouds.

When I came back to my senses, Li Xian was already fast asleep, her breathing was steady, and her dull face had regained some vitality.

Li Qinglin was gently covering her with the quilt.

It seems that what I just saw was just an illusion.

"Brother, this is..."

Li Qingjing seemed to be thinking about something, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

In Huainan Prefecture, he came into contact with many martial arts masters.

Even those experts in the Jiwuyulongmen who were at the third level of spiritual cultivation could be summoned with just a piece of transfer order when he was at the height of his power.

Can……

How could a warrior possess such ability to bring dead trees back to life and resurrect the dead!

This is the most essential difference between the way of immortality and the way of martial arts.

Li Qinglin did not answer, but just looked deeply at the old lady on the bed.

Human life span is determined by fate, and Li Xian's body had already reached the end of its life.

Even if Li Qinglin activated Qingmu's magic power to nourish his internal organs, it was still difficult to change his fate.

At most... I can only live for two years.

Although, extending Li Xian's life would involve some risks.

But as a son, Li Qinglin has no choice but to do his duty.

Isn't the purpose of cultivating immortality to achieve longevity and great freedom? Li Qinglin and Li Qingjing walked out of the bedroom.

On the corridor outside the house, there is a silver stove every ten steps, emitting a faint warmth.

Over the patio, the cold wind howled, bringing goose-feather-sized snowflakes that fell on the shoulders of the two brothers, making it difficult to tell whether they were snow-white or hair-white.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Although Li Qingjing had some guesses in his heart, he did not ask how Li Qinglin had prolonged Li Xian's life.

"How long will it take?" Under Li Qingjing's feet, the snow made a crackling sound.

When they were young, if they encountered this snow scene, the three brothers and sisters would definitely play snowball fights and drag ice beds under the crooked tree in the shantytown and the dilapidated temple of the Three Emperors at the intersection.

"Two years."

Li Qinglin looked at the courtyard that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, and the sounds became ethereal.

Li Qingjing nodded, as if he had expected it, and there was not much sadness on his face.

"Are you still leaving?"

Li Qinglin nodded, then shook his head, "Two years."

Suddenly, Li Qingjing understood.

Squeak...

From the opposite side of the corridor, a bedroom door was slowly pushed open. A haggard-looking, plump and well-proportioned woman, wearing a long coat and holding an oil lamp, stepped over the threshold and instinctively went towards Li Xian's room.

The woman seemed to be blaming herself, then she looked up inadvertently and saw two figures standing in the courtyard.

In other words, the woman's gaze was fixed on the face that was somewhat mottled in her memory.

The cold moon slowly floated down in front of the house, and as if coming alive, it gathered above the eaves little by little, forming a faint halo.

The snow was falling heavily and the wind was strong, but the woman smiled.

There was a tone of crying in his laughter.

"Brother."

Li Qinglin smiled and nodded: "Hey! Qingqing."

…

The news of Li Qinglin's return home disappeared after a few days and spread to all the large and small forces and Taoist temples in Feng County.

Some are surprised, some are calm, some are reminiscing...

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In fact, so much time has passed that the patriarchs of the big families in the inner city only knew this name from their elders.

Naturally, there is no longer the grand scene of people coming to the doorstep and the courtyard being filled with gifts.

Time will erase all traces.

However, Li Qinglin didn't care about this at all. Instead, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Li Qingjing's family had already branched out, and his grandchildren had all started their own families and careers, and some were in the military or politics, with their tentacles spread throughout the Huainan Prefecture.

The clear sky is far away, and the bright Kunlun Mountains are vast.

This is the family genealogy compiled by Li Qingjing and passed down from generation to generation.

Vaguely, it contains some long-cherished wish of Li Qingjing...

This time when he went home to visit his relatives and accompany Li Xianshi, Li Qingjing only brought his two grandchildren.

Li Langya, a descendant of Li Qingjing's wife, is only thirteen years old, but he has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a well-proportioned physique. Standing there, although still a little immature, he gives people a sense of calmness and strength.

He never lets go of a heavy sword, and even when sleeping he keeps it within reach. He practices martial arts very diligently and has already achieved a profound level of skill.

Li Langhuan, from the third branch of Li Qingjing, is about the same age as Li Langya, but is very pretty, with a curvy figure. Although not handsome, his facial features are regular. He inherited his looks from Li Qingjing, and he also has a good talent for martial arts.

As for Li Qingqing, she has been alone for so many years, immersed in the business of textiles and embroidery. Although she has opened several dyeing shops in the inner and outer cities and is very wealthy, she does not seem to have any desire for romantic love.

I don't know how much worry Li Xian had for her.

"Qingqing, you have suffered a lot over the years."

Looking at Li Qingqing who was busy with everything inside and outside the house, Li Qinglin sighed.

Over the years, Li Qingjing has been busy with his official career and only returns home once every few years.

He was even more unbearable, as flowers would often bloom and fall during his retreat.

Only Li Qingqing always stayed by Li Xian's side, taking care of her in her old age, and even delayed her own marriage.

Li Qingqing smiled softly, "Brother, please don't say these polite words. I, the third sister, don't have any lofty ambitions in my heart, nor can I bear the hardship of practicing martial arts day and night. I only have a few silver coins, and I can also be with mother. How can I say that I am suffering?"

Li Qinglin looked surprised when he heard this.

In his eyes, his sister Li Qingqing was actually quite intelligent and insightful. Although she was in the midst of the world, she still held on to her innocent heart.

It’s a pity that she has no spiritual roots, otherwise, there would be another cold and aloof fairy in the world of immortal cultivation.

After hearing this, Li Qinglin nodded and said no more.

A few days later, the sun finally came out.

now,

Li Qinglin lay leisurely in the backyard, in front of the bamboo building he was familiar with, flipping through the family martial arts that Li Qingjing had tinkered with.

(End of this chapter)