Walking out of the inner courtyard, Li Qinglin raised his eyes and looked around. The universe was vast and the sun, moon and stars were at his fingertips.

A feeling of confidence, openness and grandeur arises in my heart.

From then on, he was a free man.

No one dared to grab his flesh and blood from above.

Although, it will also cost a lot of freedom.

"Brother Li! Brother Li!"

Wang Meng's voice came from behind.

Li Qinglin stopped and saw Wang Meng staring at him strangely, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Brother Li, did you meet an immortal during your pioneering period?"

Otherwise, how to explain Li Qinglin's sudden increase in strength? Not only did he break through to the level of a martial artist, but he also turned the tables and defeated Master Zhao, who was at the Bone-penetrating Realm.

"Haha, it's hard to find the traces of immortals. How could I have such luck? It was just a coincidence that I found a Nine-branched Black Essence Grass in the wilderness and learned some tricks from it." Li Qinglin chuckled.

Nine-branched black grass? Wang Meng was surprised when he heard this.

"I see, that's no wonder..."

Wang Meng nodded. Throughout his service, there would occasionally be two lucky people who ate exotic herbs and mushrooms.

Wang Meng thought back to Li Qinglin's past efforts in practicing martial arts, and couldn't help but sigh that those who are virtuous will be blessed by God.

The two of them walked out of the inner house together. There were fewer and fewer people on both sides. When they were about to reach the outer courtyard, Wang Meng suddenly asked,

"Brother Li, I wonder if my brother..."

Li Qinglin paused when he heard this, patted Wang Meng on the shoulder, and said meaningfully,

"Just wait and see. If the opportunity comes, seize it. Keep your troops ready and wait for the right time."

With this momentum of seeking immortality, Wang Xian is bound to fall into the conspiracy of Cangtian Shulu Temple.

At that time, whether he really practiced the method of controlling the devil or was trapped in the robbery zone, his status in the Wang residence would definitely be greatly affected! Wang Meng didn't even need to use force to seize the throne violently.

Just wait patiently for the opportunity to become the head of the family.

But Li Qinglin was still a little worried. Apart from other things, Wang Xian was extremely determined in his pursuit of immortality. Mo Huanzhen would let him succeed and become a demon lord in the future!

It seems that if I have the chance, I still have to think of a way to strangle him in the cradle.

Moreover, the news of Shui Hengliu's appearance and the invasion of the robbery domain into reality could no longer be concealed. By then, everyone in Wangfeng County would know about it, and there would be an endless stream of people seeking immortality...

Li Qinglin vaguely saw a bloody storm.

"ah?"

Hearing Li Qinglin's tone as a riddle teller, Wang Meng was a little puzzled, but he had a vague understanding in his heart.

"Brother Wang, there is no need to see me off. The mountains are high and the road is long. We will have the chance to meet again in the future!"

Li Qinglin smiled and clasped his fists in greeting, then said goodbye to Wang Meng and strode towards the outer courtyard.

Wang Meng looked at Li Qinglin's vigorous back, which seemed to be radiating endless brilliance, and had some vague expectations in his mind.

"As long as this person doesn't die prematurely, I'm afraid he will become a great figure in Feng County in the future."

…

Back to the yard.

Looking at all these familiar traces, Li Qinglin looked a little melancholy.

The well where the Jade Yuanchan had lived for half a year had already dried up and was empty.

The stone at the head of the well rolled down to the edge of the well wall and was covered with moss.

The quilt in the room was folded neatly and was covered with a little dust.

The copper stove for raising autumn insects had long been returned to the palace, but the mark of the stove legs on the table remained. In a trance, Li Qinglin seemed to still hear the rustling of insects.

That was half a year ago, when he first arrived in this world and heard the first chirping of autumn insects.

There wasn't much to pack, just the bedding that he brought from home, the rosewood given by Ruan Qi, and some sundries.

"Brother Lin? You are really back?"

Donkey Face's surprised voice came from outside the yard.

Donkey Face walked in through the courtyard gate that had never been closed, holding an exquisite small earthenware jar in his hand. A faint hot steam rose from the edge of the jar, carrying with it a rich fragrance.

He hurried into the house, his face excited, and handed the small earthenware jar to Li Qinglin with great curiosity, "Brother Lin, here, I said I would bring you fresh Feilong soup!

Just now I saw that your yard door was not closed, so I guessed that you were back. This pot of Feilong soup was a reward that Cuicui got from the master with a lot of effort.

You have been on a long journey and you are weak and tired, which makes you vulnerable to colds. Drink this and you will be free from all diseases!"

As he was talking, Donkey Face noticed that Li Qinglin seemed to be packing things in the room. He was stunned for a moment, "Brother Lin, what are you doing..."

Li Qinglin put down the bedding he was packing, took the earthenware pot, fetched two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, sat down with a donkey face, and drank the soup while saying, "I have redeemed the life contract, and have already agreed with Mr. Wang to leave the mansion completely. When I am safe, I will ask someone to tell you my address. Don't lose contact in the future."

There was a hint of crying in Donkey Face's voice.

After finishing the Feilong Soup, Li Qinglin stood up and took out from his arms a piece of Nine-twig Black Essence Grass that he had eaten half of.

This piece of black grass just has three roots left, with the rhizome.

Li Qinglin cut off a root.

“This thing is called Nine-branched Black Essence Grass, and it is extremely useful for martial artists to sharpen their qi and blood and increase their physical strength.

But if I give you all of it, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing. You should keep this for yourself, and steam it and make soup immediately when you get home. Don't go out until you finish it. It will be enough for you to break through to the Martial Master level.

If anyone asks, just tell them. "

The Nine-branched Black Essence Grass is a rare and exotic herb, but not only ordinary people, even warriors dare not swallow it rashly because the medicinal properties are too strong. If a normal person without any chronic illness eats it, it can even be a dose of highly toxic medicine.

Donkey Face looked at the nine branches of Black Essence Grass in front of him, feeling a little overwhelmed and subconsciously wanting to refuse.

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But then he thought about his current situation where he had practiced standing meditation for half a year but had not achieved anything, and he thought about Hong Cuicui...

There was suddenly a heavy pressure on my shoulders.

He was silent for a moment, then immediately stood up and was about to bow to Li Qinglin, or even kneel down.

Li Qinglin frowned, stopped him immediately, stuffed nine branches of black grass into his arms, then turned around, picked up all the luggage, slung his sword and arrows, and walked out of the courtyard at a meteoric pace, "Don't act like a child! If you meet Xiao Liu, Miao Miao and the others someday, tell them for me... Everyone should work hard on the road, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they will still be the same!"

…

Shanty town.

Chaodong Private School.

Chaodong Private School was built in the middle of several streets including Huabu Street, Changning Street, and Sajin Street.

It was originally a temple, but as its popularity died out, the local residents collectively funded its reconstruction and used it as a private school.

There were not many private tutors, only three or four. Most of them were old scholars who had passed the lower administrative examination, but were unable to make further progress. They did not take off their long gowns and were hired to teach the children in several streets.

At this time, in a school, two or three tall and strong students with bandit-like looks, with their sleeves rolled up to their wrists, pushed open the door with a snap, and walked up to a boy while playing.

The boy sat upright, reading and writing in a serious manner. His face looked a little childish, yet he had the dignity and composure of a little adult.

"Li Qingjing, the Wing Chun poems I asked you to review last time were pretty good, and the Master praised them highly. Can you review two more for me?"

Snap!

A piece of white paper was placed in front of Li Qingjing.

Li Qingjing stopped writing, put down the book, and said calmly,

"I have to start preparing for this year's autumn exam and take part in the next government examination. I don't have time to help you review it."

Several people were stunned for a moment, then they clapped their hands and laughed.

"How old are you? You have the confidence to take the exam. Even the old master and his friends took the exam for many years before they could barely..."

As they talked, their voices became quieter and quieter, and they seemed to have realized what was happening.

Others didn't know, but these people spent money to buy Li Qingjing's poems, and their names spread throughout the neighborhood, and they were known as child prodigies.

Naturally, he knew that this 11- or 12-year-old kid was very knowledgeable and might be able to pass the test! "Three cents, we'll pool our money and give you three cents, and you write another poem about the spring rain."

These people still refused to give up.

Li Qingjing shook his head with a firm attitude and picked up the pen again.

"Mr. Li, don't be so shameless! I, Zhang Xiaochui, have killed more pigs than you have eaten! If you make me angry, you may not be able to take part in the next exam this year! Your eldest brother is a short-lived ghost, and I'm afraid he has died in the wilderness!

And your sister, your mother, don’t even think about it…”

Zhang Xiaochui was threatening when he saw Li Qingjing quietly stand up, put the brush into the pen holder, close the book and put it into his schoolbag.

Then pick up a stool.

Whoosh! The stool leg danced through the slightly cold air, drawing an arc in the air, and with considerable force, it hit Zhang Xiaochui's forehead hard, splitting his head.

Strands of blood oozed from his forehead. Zhang Xiaochui stared blankly at Li Qingjing, who was silent but had frighteningly bright eyes.

“Hit me!!”

Feeling the severe pain, Zhang Xiaochui flew into a rage, and several people immediately started fighting with Li Qingjing.

Li Qingjing's eye was hit by a black punch and immediately became bruised and swollen.

"elder brother!"

Suddenly, a little girl with pigtails appeared from the school window, half of her body squeezed into the window, and the other half was exposed outside, trying hard to move inside.

She held a ruler in one hand and a brick in the other, with a vicious look on her face, "Hey! Take my Tiger Descending Mountain Fist!"

(End of this chapter)