Time passes.

A powerful wave of magical power emerged, the spiritual energy became active, and the first-level spiritual vein even groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

Li Qinglin stretched out his hand and all the middle and low-grade spirit stones fell to the ground and burned.

A crisp sound was heard.

Suddenly, the invisible spiritual pressure almost crushed the entire fairy in the pot.

A strong pressure from the late stage of foundation building slowly spread out.

That night.

Li Qinglin suddenly had a premonition and walked out of the fairy in the pot.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the hazy light fell on the bluestone slabs, creating a faint silver glow.

A breeze blew by, gently swaying the flowers and trees in the yard, and the branches and leaves rustled, as if something was whispering.

Li Qinglin stood outside the house, several feet away, silently sensing the gradually extinguished fire of life.

Whoosh~ A gust of night wind blew and blew out the oil lamp in the corridor.

Weaving in the moonlight, twitching

A maid came hurriedly and was about to light the oil lamp.

"No need." Li Qinglin suddenly said.

The maid was a little confused.

"She no longer needs to be illuminated by the oil lamp."

In Li Qinglin's mind, the image of the person turning the spinning wheel in the light of the oil lamp seemed to reappear. The thin body was spinning as fast as the spinning wheel.

"Now, you can take a break."

The sky gradually brightened and turned pale.

The yard was also dyed with a faint golden color.

Li Qinglin stood outside the house, the golden sunlight shining on his body, as if covering him with a layer of light clothes of immortality, ready to fly into the vast and boundless sky.

Inside the house, Li Xian fell asleep quietly forever, sleeping in a place where the sunlight could not reach, staying in her hometown of Wangfeng County.

It seems that life has completed the handover at this moment.

Li Qinglin knelt down slowly and kowtowed to Li Xianshi.

"Mom, easy going."

…

In the following days, Li Qinglin and the other two began to handle Li Xian's funeral in an orderly manner, welcoming and seeing off guests and entertaining old friends.

However, since the "starting point" of the Li family clan is only here in Li Xian's family, the tedious process of inviting the tablet into the ancestral hall is omitted.

Most of the guests were Li Qingjing’s friends in official circles and his neighbors.

Or maybe they were some regular customers of Li Qingqing's dyeing workshop.

On the contrary, few people seemed to remember Li Qinglin, the eldest son, except that the Wang family in the inner city sent people to respectfully deliver memorial items.

Many people are only curious about Li Qinglin, the eldest son of the Li family who has not appeared in public for many years.

From the beginning to the end, Li Qinglin remained distant, floating in the world, rarely greeting others, so most people just exchanged a few polite words.

Most of them are still around Li Qingjing, a high-ranking official.

On the eighth day, the coffin was carried out and Li Xianshi was buried in the green mountains near Pingyao Creek outside the city.

The tomb was not grand, but it was where Li's father was buried. In front of the tomb there was a big banyan tree with white leaves, standing on the hillside. The white leaves fell down one after another, covering the ground with white spots.

Looking out from here, you can just take in most of Wangfeng County, and vaguely see the shantytowns. A slightly dilapidated tile house stands quietly at the end of the country road.

Outside the fence, an autumn chrysanthemum grew to the curb, swaying in the wind, as if waiting for someone.

As always, never changed.

The autumn wind blew over the green mountains. At this moment, Li Qinglin suddenly felt unprecedented sadness.

In this world, the person who loved him the most and was most selfless is gone.

"Frost falls on the reeds, tears soak my clothes, my white-haired face no longer leans against the wooden door..."

Half a month later, Li Qinglin left two letters home and went away to Wangfeng County.

There is no strict three-year mourning period in this world. After all, there is the pioneering work ahead, and any ethical principles must be bypassed.

Li Qingjing was sorting out official documents, combing through the various documents that had accumulated over the years.

A few days ago, Emperor Da Jiang suddenly felt sad and missed his family. He thought of the past and issued several imperial edicts in succession, summoning many old ministers including Li Qingjing, who were either demoted or excluded.

Li Qingjing was also preparing to return to the provincial capital.

"Grandpa, great uncle is gone!!"

Hurry footsteps were heard, and Li Langya and Li Langqian were seen hurriedly stepping over the threshold, each holding a letter in their hands.

Li Qingjing seemed to have expected this and said calmly, "Bring it here."

Li Langya handed the letter to Li Qingjing with both hands and placed it on the table.

"Go there in person and give your aunt another letter."

Li Qingjing turned to Li Langhuan and said.

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Li Lang's face was a little pale, and his bright eyes concealed a deep reluctance.

Although she had not been with her great-uncle Li Qinglin for a long time, Li Qinglin's composure and calmness in the face of a huge crisis left a strong impression on her. She had the illusion that nothing in the world could stump her.

Not only did she feel that way, Li Langya felt the same way.

In just two years, their martial arts training is comparable to that of others in twenty years.

Although he is not even an adult yet, he has already reached the state where his five internal organs are round and round, and his foundation is extremely solid. He just needs to wait for his body to fully develop, and then he can break through to the state of nourishing the spirit.

Seeing that Li Langhuan was still in a daze, Li Langya gave him a push. Li Langhuan immediately reacted and hurriedly left the house with the letter from home.

"You go down first." Li Qingjing said to Li Langya.

"Yes, grandpa." Li Langya bowed and slowly left.

The ink on the letter from home was not yet dry. The paper was made of a kind of animal skin that Li Qingjing did not recognize. When touched gently, it gave people a warm and thick feeling, as if it had been preserved for hundreds of years without being mottled or wrinkled.

The handwriting in the letter was not very pretty, and even resembled scribbles, but each stroke gave people a feeling of being ethereal, free and unrestrained.

"My brother wrote to me personally: The moon is bright and the wind is clear. I hesitated to write. I have been at my desk for a long time, but I have achieved nothing. So I wrote this to tell you.

My brother was originally a lowly slave, working as a tenant farmer. Occasionally he got a chance, just like a fish in a pond that has been dry for a long time, which suddenly meets water and jumps into golden scales.

Although it is often said that if one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit, but I always feel guilty towards my mother, my brothers and sisters...

My brother has been in the officialdom, with the ambition to wipe out all evil spirits and return the world to its roots, but why shouldn't the country and the people bury the loyal bones? The room is like a hanging chime, and there is no green grass in the wild. What can I rely on but not be afraid? Therefore, I left a bracelet and a buckle as a family heirloom of the Li family. As long as my brother is alive, they can protect the Li family for a hundred or a thousand years.

I hope you will remember that I am the pillar of the Li family!"

A flash of white light appeared, and the letter in Li Qingjing's hand suddenly shrank and turned into a white bracelet with plant-like patterns growing on the surface, exuding a strong vitality.

It was gently put into Li Qingjing's wrist, and with a flash of light, it flowed into Li Qingjing's body like water and disappeared.

In an instant, Li Qingjing felt that he seemed to have become much younger, and the pain in his temples, which had been a little painful, also became relieved.

He sat alone at his desk, silent for a long time.

Just in time,

A maidservant behind him brought the meal, and a small dish of smooth and fragrant eight-treasure braised tofu was placed on the table.

Li Qingjing picked up a small piece of tofu with chopsticks. It melted in his mouth and released a full mouthful of fragrance without even chewing.

Seeing this, Li Qingjing said casually,

"This tofu is well stewed. Bring some to my mother. Hurry, while it's hot. Don't..."

Sudden,

Li Qingjing's voice stopped abruptly.

He suddenly remembered that he had no mother.

In an instant, he felt an intense grief, as if a part of his heart had been cut out.

He looked up blankly and saw green ivy swaying in the wind on the windowsill. On the doorpost outside the window was a pair of long-faded couplets about moving into a new home.

There was no one outside the hall. The bamboo recliner was rustling alone in the corridor, swaying in the wind.

It was like the rustling sound of the spinning wheel that went on all night long but was deliberately blocked by the door.

At this moment, Li Qingjing burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)