It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 322 No one has sent home letters since then

time flies.

A powerful wave of mana emerged, the spiritual energy was active, and there was an obvious groaning sound from the first-level spiritual vein.

Li Qinglin reached out and made a move, and all the middle-grade and low-grade spiritual stones fell to the ground and burned.

A crisp sound sounded.

Suddenly, the invisible spiritual pressure almost shattered the entire Pot Immortal.

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

That night.

Li Qinglin suddenly had a premonition in his heart and walked out of the Immortal in the Pot.

The moon was sparse, and its hazy light fell on the bluestone floor, casting a faint silver glow.

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

"No need." Li Qinglin suddenly said.

"Mom, let's go."

In the house, Li Xianshi fell asleep quietly forever, sleeping in a place where the sun could not shine, staying in his hometown of Xiangfeng County.

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

In the next few days, Li Qinglin and the other three began to organize Li Xian's funeral in an orderly manner, welcoming and sending off guests, and entertaining old friends.

The yard is also dyed with a light golden color.

However, since the 'starting point' of the Li family clan is only here with Li Xianshi, the cumbersome process of asking for a tablet to enter the ancestral hall is omitted.

The maid was a little confused.

The sky gradually lightened up, turning fish belly white.

The breeze blew by, gently swaying the flower trees in the courtyard, and the branches and leaves rustled, as if something was whispering.

"She is no longer needed, illuminated by the oil lamp."

In Li Qinglin's mind, the figure who was shaking the spinning wheel by the light of the oil lamp seemed to reappear, with his thin body turning as fast as the spinning wheel.

Li Qinglin slowly knelt down and kowtowed to Mr. Li Xian.

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

Most of the guests were friends and neighbors of Li Qingjing's officialdom.

Weaving against the moonlight, twitching

Li Qinglin stood outside the house, with the golden sunlight shining on his body, as if he was covered with a layer of light that transformed into an immortal, and he was about to fly into the wider and vaster sky.

"Now, you can rest."

A maid hurried over and was about to light the oil lamp.

……

Or maybe they are 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 had sent people to respectfully send memorial objects.

Many people are only curious about Li Qinglin, the eldest son of Li who has not been seen in many years.

From the beginning to the end, Li Qinglin maintained a sense of alienation, drifting away from the world, and rarely exchanged greetings, so most people only said a few polite words.

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

On the eighth day, the coffin was carried out for the funeral, and Li Xian was buried in the green hills near Pingyao Creek outside the city.

The tomb is not grand, but it is buried together with Li's father. In front of the tomb, there is a big banyan tree with white leaves, standing on the hillside. The white leaves are scattered down, and the ground is white.

Looking into the distance from here, you can see most of Feng County, and you can vaguely see the shanty town, a slightly dilapidated tile house, standing quietly at the end of the country road.

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

As always, never changed.

The autumn wind blew from the green mountains, and at this moment, Li Qinglin suddenly felt unprecedented sadness.

In this world, the person who loves him the most and has the least utilitarianism is no longer there.

"My clothes are wet with tears from reeds and flowers when frost falls, and my old hair never returns to the wood door..."

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

There is no strict three-year rule of filial piety in this world. After all, there are pioneers in front of us, and any ethical principles must be detoured. Li Fuzhong.

Li Qingjing is sorting out official documents and sorting out various documents that have been accumulated for several years.

A few days ago, Emperor Dajiang suddenly felt sad and longing for others. Thinking of the past, he passed down several imperial edicts and summoned many old ministers who had been demoted or excluded, including Li Qingjing.

Li Qingjing is also preparing to return to the state capital.

"Grandpa, uncle is gone!!"

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and Li Langya and Li Langjian were seen crossing the threshold in a panic, each holding a letter in their hands.

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

Li Langya handed over the family letter left to Li Qingjing with both hands and placed it in front of the case.

"Go there yourself and give another letter home to your aunt."

Li Qingjing turned to Li Langzhen and said.

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

Although she didn't get along with her uncle Li Qinglin for a long time, Li Qinglin's demeanor that remained unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain left a strong impression on her. She seemed to have the illusion that nothing in the world could trouble him.

Not only does she feel this way, but Li Langya feels the same way.

In just two years, their martial arts practice is comparable to others' twenty years.

At this young age, the five internal organs are already in the state of rounded domes, and the foundation is extremely solid. As long as the body bones are fully developed, one can take advantage of the situation to break through to the state of spiritual cultivation.

Seeing that Li Langxian was still in a daze, Li Langya pushed him. Li Langxian immediately reacted and hurriedly left the house with his family letter.

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

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

The ink on the paper that was written at home was not yet dry. The paper was made of an animal skin that Li Qingjing did not recognize. When touched lightly, it gave people a warm and thick feeling. It seemed that it had been preserved for hundreds of years without being wrinkled.

The handwriting in the letter is not very good-looking, and even looks a bit like ghost drawings, but each stroke gives people an air of being as airy as a fairy, free and uninhibited.

"My brother personally wrote: The moon is white and the wind is clear, and I hesitate to write and write. I have been sitting at my desk for a long time, but I have gained nothing. So I wrote leisurely and told you.

My brother is a lowly slave who devotes himself to being a tenant farmer. When he gets an opportunity, he is like a fish in a pond that has been dry for a long time. When it encounters water, it suddenly leaps into golden scales.

Although it is often said that when a person achieves enlightenment, a chicken or a dog will ascend to heaven, I always feel ashamed of my mother and my younger brothers and sisters...

My younger brother entered and entered the official career with the ambition of eradicating evil spirits and restoring the original universe, but why not bury the loyal bones of Jiangshan Sheji? The room is empty, and there is no green grass in the fields. Why rely on it and not be afraid?
Therefore, a bracelet and a buckle are left as heirlooms of the Li family. If the brother survives for one day, he can protect the Li family for hundreds or thousands of years.

Please remember, brother, I am the pillar of the Li family! "

As soon as the white light burned, the family letter in Li Qingjing's hand suddenly shrank in size and turned into a white bracelet. Plant-like lines grew on the surface, and a burst of vitality filled the air.

Gently put it into Li Qingjing's wrist, the light flickered and merged into Li Qingjing's body like water, disappearing.

For a moment, Li Qingjing felt that he seemed much younger, and the tingling temples became soothed.

He sat alone in front of the case and was silent for a long time.

Just in time,

Behind him, a maid brought the meal, and a small plate of tender and fragrant eight-treasure braised tofu was placed in front of the table.

Li Qingjing picked up a small piece of tofu with his chopsticks and it melted in his mouth, releasing a mouthful of aroma without even chewing.

Li Qingjing saw this and said casually,

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

suddenly,

Li Qingjing's voice stopped abruptly.

He suddenly remembered that he no longer had a mother.

For a moment, he felt a strong surge of grief, as if part of his heart had been gouged out.

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

There was no one outside the hall, and the bamboo deck chair was swaying alone in the corridor, being blown by the wind.

Just like when the spinning wheel kept running all night, but the rustling sound was deliberately blocked by the door.

At this moment, Li Qingjing burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)