The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 95: In this life, I wish you a long life

Outside the alley more than 100 meters away from Liang’s house.

"kill!!"

The thieves came out from every corner with swords, spears, and halberds. Most of them were children of the Huan family. They practiced martial arts and lay dormant for many years, and finally found an opportunity to take revenge.

Liu Yifeng held the Kanglong Mace in his hand, and every time he swung it, he would kill someone.

Tan Daoji held two swords and knives, like two different people.

The emperor is holding a secret event today, so he doesn't bring many people with him. The two of them, leading more than ten guards, were besieged by hundreds of people. For a moment, they were unable to do what they wanted.

While killing people, Tan Daoji said to Liu Yifu, "Yifu, I will be in charge of the rear guard, you leave first."

Liu Yifeng is related to the destiny of the Southern Dynasty and the hegemony of the Song Dynasty, and there can be no mistakes.

After hearing what Tan Daoji said, Liu Yifeng understood the priorities, nodded solemnly, and prepared to leave.

Wow!
At this moment, a figure climbed over the wall.

This man had jet-black hair and an old face. He was dressed in a robe that looked like an immortal, holding a three-foot-long sword, and performing various martial arts.

He strolled leisurely in the garden, the sword flashing like a butterfly flying through flowers, and every step he took would take a life.

Occasionally, he would kill an expert by placing his hand on his head.

"Master! Father-in-law!"

Liu Yifeng was extremely shocked and excited.

After many years, the master appeared again and pacified the country in one fell swoop.

At the same time, everyone from Liuzhuang came to support.

Liang Jingming was shirtless, with a pale golden complexion, looking as indestructible as a diamond.

Bang bang bang!
With bare hands, the swords and weapons fell on his body, making a sound of metal clashing.

Xie Lingyun, who was in his forties at the time, began to appear. He had mastered martial arts and his movements were ethereal. Only his phantom was seen on the field, but not the real person.

Every time you stop, a dagger will take your life.

Everyone was amazed by Liang Yue's magical skills.

"He is the best master in the world." Liu Yifeng exclaimed.

He is worthy of being the founder of the Great Zhoutian martial arts.

The second best master in the world is Jingming, the son of Liang Yue.

Indestructible, impervious to swords and guns, and invincible with his iron fist.

Soon, everyone took care of the enemy in a few moves.

Liang Yue absorbed internal energy for about a hundred years. At present, minus the internal energy he had used, there was a total of four hundred years of internal energy in the Tianshi Seal.

He stopped and met everyone with a camouflage mask on his face.

"Father! Long time no see!" Liang Jingming smiled, "Where's mother?"

"Yingtai should be home by now."

Liu Yifu and others gathered around and said, "Father-in-law, you have become stronger again."

"No need to say more." Liang Yue was too lazy to greet everyone and began to arrange matters. "My eldest brother has passed away. Yi Fu rushed to Jiankang overnight. Tan Daoji, you lead 3,000 troops and the Changle Sect's guards."

"When we arrive in Jiankang, we will keep the death a secret and appoint Xu Xianzhi, Tan Daoji, Fu Liang, and Xie Hui as regents to stabilize the court and control the military power. We will then settle accounts with the others."

Liu Yifu looked solemn and said, "Yes!"

After saying this, they did not dare to stop. They put Liu Yu's body into the imperial carriage and drove to Jiankang as usual.

Liu Yifeng and others rode fast horses and set off ahead.

After doing all this, Liang Yue finally had time to look at everyone and sighed, "I haven't seen you for thirteen years. Are you all well?"

"Everything is fine." Liang Jingming said with a smile.

"Master, we have been waiting for you for a long time." Xie Lingyun's temperament has become much more mature.

As the foremost figure in the literary world of his time, few people knew of his side as a master of inner strength.

"go back!"

Everyone rode home.

The sky gradually brightened and a pale sky appeared in the east.

I walked slowly, feeling thirsty and hungry.

Liang Yue looked at the familiar street with mixed feelings.

After the age of sixty, spiritual decline begins.

The decline of the spirit and soul is more terrifying than the decline of true qi. The decline of true qi is a "deficit", while the decline of the spirit and soul is a "deduction of the upper limit".

This is due to the shallow foundation of the soul.

Liang Yue's soul is slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, but not too strong.

In the years to come, there will be no possibility of further growth in strength, only continuous decline.

If I were not a corpse-reincarnating immortal, there would be a possibility of rebirth in the next life. Otherwise, I would have committed suicide like Liu An.

The upper limit of true Qi from one hundred strands decreased to ninety-nine strands, ninety-eight strands...

Until finally becoming an ordinary person.

"Fortunately I got the Heavenly Master Seal, which will allow me to store my true energy in my later years, and I also have a way to protect my Dao," Liang Yue thought.

In addition to the Heavenly Master Seal, he also has his own son to help protect him.

His son has mastered the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu and is at least the best fighter in the Southern Dynasty.

There are many experts in Liuzhuangwu Fort, so we are not afraid of attacks by bandits.

All in all, just enjoy your old age.

Arrived at the gate of the dock.

"Finally home……"

When I opened the door, everything seemed the same as usual.

Apart from the desolate river pool, there are also fluttering willow leaves.

Except for the old friend's appearance, he is no longer the same as before.

Liang Jingming talked about the changes over the years.

"Six years ago, Wang Ningzhi died of illness, and a year later, Xie Daoyun died of illness; Senior Xie Xuan disappeared... Eight years ago, my grandfather died of illness, and two years ago, my grandmother died of illness..."

Upon hearing the news of the passing of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Liang Yue sighed.

They lived to be over seventy years old, which is considered a long life.

It’s a pity that I didn’t get to see it.

In Qingshan Garden, the prosperity is no longer there, the old friends have gone, and everything seems deserted.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence.

It turned out that Zhu Yingtai was playing with her daughter Liang Heyun and her two grandsons.

"Dad, the eldest is Liang Ren and the second is Liang Yi. The eldest is smarter and the second is like me when I was a child." Liang Jingming said embarrassedly.

"I see."

Liang Yue stepped forward and picked up his little grandson. Liang Yi was very scared and did not move, looking at the strange old man carefully.

"Come on, Ren'er, come and meet Grandpa!"

Xiao Xianrong greeted his eldest son and then came forward to pay his respects.

"No need to be polite."

Liang Yue smiled and waved his hand.

Leave future matters to future generations, enjoy your old age and prepare for your corpse transformation.

That’s about it for this life.

"Jingming, let's hold another Qingshan Banquet."

"Okay, I'll inform everyone right away."

Liang Yue returned to his old house and his wife Zhu Yingtai followed him.

The two looked out the window at the scenery outside, the late autumn sycamore trees in the sycamore garden.

Zhu Yingtai couldn't help but sigh and said with a smile: "Looking at the growing children, I feel like I have become a lot younger."

"Humans are like this. Isn't the continuation of blood a form of immortality?"

Everyone in the world has the path to immortality, to make achievements, to be virtuous and to speak well. Ordinary people marry and have children, passing on their bloodline.

Soon, the news of Liang Yue's return spread throughout the Three Wus.

All of a sudden, all the old people from that time received the news and rushed over quickly...

Jie Kong, Zhu Xiongtai, Ge Xuanpu, Xu Jingming…

Inside the Penglaidan room.

Liang Yue was flipping through two pill recipes, one was called Feitian Pill and the other was called Tiegu Pill.

This is an elixir for practicing qigong that has been passed down from ancient times.

There were golden pills on the table.

"The materials are right, the techniques are similar, why don't they have these effects?"

Liang Yue was thinking a lot.

Could it be that the spiritual energy dissipated, causing the magical material to lose its spirituality?
"Come to think of it, in the past, alchemy always involved things like thousand-year-old ginseng, earth vein fire, spirit eye water, and purple gold..."

In the era of spiritual energy, spiritual energy cultivated a lot of spiritual plants. These spiritual objects were used to make elixirs and grant cultivators the benefit of rapid cultivation.

After all, in that era, cultivation was not just a step-by-step approach. Often, a pill could save a person ten years of hard work.

"Perhaps such ancient divine objects can be found inside the immortal ruins."

Thinking of this, Liang Yue felt a little headache.

The first life is eighty years old.

The second life has one hundred and twenty horoscopes.

The third life has one hundred and fifty destiny.

The one hundred and twenty years of life in the second life is really a headache.

The ancient corpse-reincarnation immortals definitely did not practice in this way. There must be corresponding elixirs to shorten their fate.

It seems that we can only rely on tomb robbing.

"Forget it, let the next life deal with the next life's affairs." Liang Yue put the valuable spells into the Mountain Ghost Jade Pendant.

A rustling sound came from behind.

Liang Yue looked up and saw that it was a grass turtle the size of a washbasin.

The grass tortoise looked at him with eyes full of grievance.

Liang Yue slapped his head and said with a smile: "I almost forgot about you. I'm sorry."

I have been away for thirteen years and forgot that there is a tortoise at home.

wrong!

Sima Daozi in the basement!

Liang Yue suddenly remembered.

Before I left, I took about ten years' worth of fasting pills. Could this guy have starved to death?
Sima Daozi has a hundred years of internal strength.

Whoosh!
Liang Yue's mind moved, and he quickly used his supernatural powers to disappear on the spot.

basement.

The oil lamp was dim and the tank of whale oil was almost empty.

Under the heavy chains, a man was disheveled, with long hair dragging on the ground and nails three feet long.

Whoosh!
Liang Yue appeared holding a perpetual lamp, and the room became as bright as day.

Sima Daozi raised his head and said with a hoarse voice and a bitter smile:

"You came at the right time. If you were any later, I would have died."

It turned out that Sima Daozi had already realized that something was wrong. He was hungry, so he went hungry for a few days before taking the pills. In this way, he saved two or three years of fasting pills.

One fasting pill can support fasting for one and a half months.

"It's good that you're not dead."

Liang Yue smiled and walked forward to touch Sima Daozi's head.

"what are you doing?"

Sima Daozi had a puzzled look on his face, and suddenly he felt a suction force coming from above his head, and his internal energy quickly dissipated.

"The Heaven Stealing Skill? You actually improved the Heaven Stealing Skill?"

Sima Daozi was extremely shocked. Could this person's internal strength have reached such a level?

Liang Yue did not absorb the internal energy all at once, but absorbed it over two days to save the man's life.

Looking at Sima Daozi, who had become a cripple and had difficulty walking, Liang Yue smiled and said, "You are free."

"what?"

From then on, there was an old widower beside Bao Liang’s tomb at Shiquanzi in the back mountain.

Accompanied by Xuanwu and followed by Jinwu.

Liang Yue didn't want to humiliate this man again in his later years.

Respecting your enemies is also respecting yourself.

Being imprisoned for twenty years without seeing the light of day can be considered as a punishment for him.

Banquet of Qingshan.

Old friends gathered together, and all the wise men arrived.

Many of them have grown old, but are still as young as ever; some are still in their prime.

Some were holding their newborn grandchildren.

Bao Qian is no longer the steward. The current steward is Bao Chengzhi, Bao Qian’s second son. The eldest son Qizhi is the prefect of Yongjia.

"Master, you are finally back." Bao Qian, the former East Gate Ranger, was now gray-haired, holding a baby in his arms, with tears streaming down his face.

"Long time no see." Liang Yue said with a smile, he walked up and pinched his grandson's face.

"Less than half a year?"

"Three months old."

"What is your name?"

"Bao Zhao."

"Nice name...Children can't be exposed to the wind, go inside." Liang Yue smiled and left, going to greet everyone.

"Jingming, Xuanpu, long time no see."

"Master..."

The banquet began with wonderful music and dance.

Liang Yue felt a little tired, so he leaned against a big tree to take a rest.

Thinking back to the past, Xie Xuan’s figure would always appear on the tree for unknown reasons, but now the old guy is nowhere to be seen.

Wow!
At this time, a gust of wind blew.

A familiar figure appeared above the treetops.

He has white hair and eyebrows, and his Taoist robe flows elegantly, with an ethereal temperament.

"Old friend, you are finally here." Liang Yue said with a smile.

"You are here too." Xie Xuan's face was cold with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's eat first."

Best friends are always speechless.

The banquet began with wine flowing along the winding stream.

Liang Yue wrote a poem after a long absence:
"I present you with a beautiful gift, and a silver hairpin adorned with a phoenix… I wish you a thousand years of life, and spring comes every year."

"it is good!"

In a corner, Xie Lingyun wrote down this poem, with the smile on his face never changing.

The familiar feeling is finally back.

"There are ten buckets of talent in the world, Master, I'll give you half a bucket."

The Qingshan Banquet is still remembered by people after so many years.

The banquet featured famous calligraphy works, ancient poems, heroes who saved the country like Xie Xuan, martial arts masters and Taoist gurus like Liang Jingming, Xu Jingming and Ge Xuanpu.

There must be a page for them in history books.

The banquet ended and everyone left one after another.

Xie Xuan packed his bag and said goodbye to Liang Yue.

"Where are we going?" Liang Yue and Xie Lingyun stood together.

"There's no place like the ends of the earth." Xie Xuan turned his head away, not wanting to see the farewell.

After this farewell, we may never meet again in this life.

Xie Xuan was born heroically and had a proud personality. He did not want his family and friends to see his miserable appearance after death, so he decided to find a place to be buried alone.

Liang Yue did not try to persuade him to stay, but smiled and said, "Take care, fellow Taoist."

"Take care of yourself!"

Eighty-three-year-old Xie Xuan set out on his journey again.

This time it was not a Northern Expedition, but a return to the South.

May you live thousands of years, and may spring come every year.

"Take care, Grandpa!" Xie Lingyun watched his grandfather leave with tears in his eyes.

The noise died down, and Xie Lingyun went back and took note of what he had seen and heard today.

Perhaps, being a historian who witnesses everything is not a happy and carefree thing.

As night falls, winter turns to autumn and the years become peaceful.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the spring of the third year of Yuanjia, Liang Yue was sixty-three years old and Sima Daozi had died.

In the green mountain garden, children are running and playing, laughing happily.

There were two more children in the courtyard, Bao Zhao, Xiao Daocheng and Liang Jingming's third son Liang Xin.

Liang Yue and Zhu Yingtai sat in the waterside pavilion, and Zhu Yingtai quietly took off the mask that disguised her old age.

Her appearance and the carved railings and jade statues complement each other and are still as beautiful as they were in the past.

"You are so beautiful! Who would have thought that you are a sixty-year-old old woman." Liang Yue said with a smile.

"roll……"

As his spirit declined, the Phoenix Elixir could no longer maintain his appearance. Liang Yue's true appearance was about forty years old. If he stood with Zhu Yingtai, they looked like father and daughter.

"Would you like to have one tonight?"

Zhu Yingtai lowered her head shyly.

Not speaking is the default.

……

For the past three years, the world has been at peace.

Jiankang Palace, Taiji Hall.

Liu Yifeng, then 44 years old, had complete control over the court.

Xu Xianzhi, Xie Hui and Fu Liang were in charge of the government.

His wife He Yun controls a secret force of warriors who are affiliated with the emperor and monitor the ministers. This force is referred to as the Black Messenger or the Black Guard.

Since Emperor Wu of Han, fear-inspiring spy agencies have appeared in China.

People privately called Liu Yifeng the reincarnation of Emperor Wu of Han.

"Expel the barbarians and restore China!"

Liu Yifeng issued the largest northern expedition order in a hundred years.

In the third year of Yuanjia, the Southern Dynasty mobilized and the Han army marched north.

Liang Yue quietly observed history at home, isolated from the world.

Liang Yue has made preparations for corpse transformation, and all that is left is to enjoy this life and put a perfect end to it.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)