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

Chapter 287 The Li Family
Li Qingjing looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, a hint of excitement flashed subconsciously in his eyes, but then his face turned cold and he snorted coldly.

"Humph!"

Just seeing Li Qinglin's equally old face with slightly white temples, he was slightly absent-minded. The young figure who scolded Fang Qiu and was unruly and arrogant in his memory overlapped with the person in front of him.

It turns out that my brother is also old.

He was a little silent for a while.

"Brother Lin? Brother Lin?!"

When Li Xianshi saw the face that haunted her dreams and had appeared so many times in her fantasies, her originally sallow and dark green face suddenly showed an unprecedented expression.

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

Then the next moment, a cool stream of water came from Li Qinglin's hand, with a strong breath of life, blending into Li Xianshi's body.

I don't know if it was Li Qingjing's hallucination, but he even saw the ancient trees passing by, lush and green, with cloud-like crowns.

But as a son of man, Li Qinglin has no shirk of responsibility.

When he regained consciousness again, Li Xianshi was already asleep, breathing slowly, and his withered face had regained some vitality.

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

Even those masters in the third realm of cultivating spirits in the Martial Fish Dragon Sect could only be summoned with a single order when his power was at its peak.

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

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

Can……

Li Qinglin was gently covering her with quilt.

Li Qingjing was thoughtful, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Even if Li Qinglin activates Qingmu's magic power and nourishes the internal organs, it is still difficult to change his fate against the will of heaven.

In the corridor outside the house, there is a silver stove every ten steps, exuding warmth.

Li Qinglin didn't answer, but looked deeply at the old lady on the bed.

Over the patio, the cold wind whistled, blowing snowflakes the size of goose feathers and falling on the shoulders of the two brothers. It was hard to tell whether they were snow-white or whitish.

Life is determined by destiny, and Li Xianshi's body has already reached the end of its life.

Although, to extend Li Xian's life, you will take some risks.

Isn’t the purpose of cultivating immortality just to live forever and gain great freedom and freedom?
Li Qinglin and Li Qingjing walked out of the bedroom.

How can any warrior have such means of rejuvenating dead trees and giving birth to bones and the dead!

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

For a while, neither of them spoke.

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

"Brother, this is..."

"How long will it take?" Li Qingjing's feet made a crunching sound in the snow.

When they were children, if they encountered this snow scene, the three brothers and sisters would definitely have snowball fights and drag ice beds around the crooked neck tree in the shantytown and the ruined temple of the Three Emperors at the intersection.

"Two years."

Li Qinglin looked at the yard that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and his voice 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 slowly opened. A woman with a haggard face and a plump and well-proportioned figure, wearing a big coat and holding an oil lamp, stepped across the threshold and instinctively headed towards Li Xianshi's room. "Why did I sleep for an extra quarter of an hour? It's time to change with my second brother..."

The woman seemed to be complaining to herself, and then inadvertently raised her head and saw the two figures standing in the courtyard.

In other words, the woman's eyes closely saw the mottled face in her memory.

The cold moon slowly floated down in front of the house, gathering little by little over the eaves as if it came alive, forming a faint moon halo.

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

There was a hint of crying in the smile.

"Big brother."

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

……

The news of Li Qinglin's return home disappeared a few days later, spreading throughout Feng County's large and small forces and gyms.

Some people are surprised, some are calm, some are recalling...

Even after so long, the patriarchs of the big families in the inner city only learned this name from their elders.

Naturally, there was no grand scene like that of when he crossed the threshold and the courtyard was filled with congratulatory gifts.

Time will erase all traces.

However, Li Qinglin didn't care at all about this. Instead, he felt happy to be able to settle down.

Li Qingjing has already branched out, and his grandchildren have all started families and started careers, either in the military or in politics, and their tentacles are spread throughout Huainan Prefecture.

The sky is clear, the universe is far away, and the scenery is bright and Kunlun is 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 she went home to visit relatives and accompany Li Xianshi, Li Qingjing only brought two grandchildren.

Li Langya, Li Qingjing's first wife, was only thirteen years old. She had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a well-proportioned body. Although she was still a little immature, she gave people a sense of calmness and strength when she stood there.

A heavy sword should never leave your hand at all times, and you should keep it where you can grab it when sleeping. You practice martial arts very diligently, and you have already achieved bone-deep cultivation.

Li Langzhen was from the third family of Li Qingjing. He was about the same age as Li Langya, but he was very handsome. His figure was convex and curvy. Although he was not handsome, his facial features were decent. His appearance was inherited from Li Qingjing, and his martial arts talent was inherited. Just as good.

As for Li Qingqing, he has been alone for so many years, immersed in textile and embroidery. Although he has opened several dyeing shops in the inner and outer cities and has a huge fortune, he does not seem to have the desire to have children.

I don’t know how much it broke Li Xianshi’s heart.

"Qingqing, I've suffered a lot from you these past years."

Looking at Li Qingqing who was busy inside and outside, Li Qinglin sighed.

Over the years, Li Qingjing was busy with his official career and only returned home once every few years.

And he was even more unbearable. Often the flowers would bloom and fall during a retreat.

Only Li Qingqing always stayed by Li Xian's side, taking care of him in his old age, even delaying his own life-long events.

Li Qingqing smiled softly,
"Brother, don't say such polite words. Third sister, I don't have the lofty ambitions in my heart, nor can I endure the hardships of practicing martial arts. I only have a little tackiness about counting money, and I can still be by my mother's side. How can I count it as hardship? ?”

When Li Qinglin heard this, his eyes showed surprise.

In his eyes, his sister Li Qingqing is actually quite intelligent and transparent. She is living in the world of mortals, but she firmly holds the heart of an innocent child.

It's a pity that there is no spiritual root, otherwise, there will be another cold fairy in the world of immortality.

Li Qinglin nodded after hearing this and said no more.

A few days later, the sun rarely shined.

now,

Li Qinglin was lying slowly in the backyard, in front of the familiar bamboo house, looking through the family martial arts that Li Qingjing had figured out by himself.

(End of this chapter)