I am about to die of old age, and I have awakened the character of longevity.

Chapter 71 Li Changchun's Coffin (Bloody and Requesting Reading)
Its daybreak.

The rising sun dispelled the hazy fog that filled the sky over Shui Deng Town.

After a night of silence, Loi Krathong Town became bustling again, with peddlers carrying goods to the market and setting up stalls to sell their wares. A constant stream of people came.

The destruction of the Chen Mansion had not been discovered yet and did not cause much shock.

A horse-drawn carriage slowly drove into Shui Deng Town.

Finally, it stopped at the back door of Li's mansion.

As the curtain was lifted, three people walked out of the carriage one after another.

Two of them were Tang Qingyun and Tang Qingfeng. The last one to come down was Tang Zhengyang, who was wearing a black Tang suit.

"Godfather, let me help you."

"No need."

Tang Zhengyang rejected Tang Qingfeng's kindness and got out of the car on his own initiative.

Tang Qingfeng knew that his adoptive father had always been strong-willed, and even now, in his old age and frailty, with his end nearing, he still maintained that spirit. He didn't say much, but simply pushed open the back door.

When I entered the ancestral hall in the backyard of the Chen Mansion, I saw corpses, body parts, blades, and the ground and beams that were full of holes.

It was easy to tell at a glance how tragic the battle was last night.

Tang Zhengyang seemed to be accustomed to such scenes and did not think anything of it. His attention was elsewhere. "Let's go find out if there is any place in the Chen Mansion that has the unearthed ancient tomb objects."

After some searching, they found some antiques piled up in a cellar in the backyard of the Chen Mansion.

Tang Zhengyang went over to take a look with his crutches.

The whole person was stunned.

I saw this white-haired old man squatting down, stroking some antiques, his eyes becoming red.

"I put these things there myself... My master's grave has indeed been dug up."

Perhaps stimulated, Tang Zhengyang's body began to tremble. He held the copper hot water bottle in both hands, his five fingers clasped on the surface of the copper pot, and his nails scratched it.

Because he used too much force, his knuckles were tense and his skin was pale.

"Master...I am an unfilial disciple, and I have prevented you from resting in peace."

Tang Qingyun and Tang Qingfeng stood behind them, watching. To them, their father had always been the mountain in their hearts, the pillar of the entire Tang Family Fort. Even in the face of a collapsing mountain, he remained unfazed.

It was the first time I saw my father cry like this. I couldn't help but feel moved and my eyes became red.

Tang Qingyun wanted to go up and comfort him, but was stopped by Tang Qingfeng. "Godfather has followed Master since he was a child, and they have a deep bond. Let's go wait outside the cellar and leave him alone for a while."

Tang Qingyun glanced at his old father's back again, and finally nodded and followed Tang Qingfeng out of the cellar.

"Brother, Father's health was already poor. If it weren't for the martial artist's Qi and blood, he would have been in terrible shape. Now that this has happened, I'm worried that Father's health will deteriorate even faster."

Eh.

Tang Qingfeng sighed, "There are always villains in this world, and they make life difficult for us. Now that we've encountered them, I can only help my adoptive father face them. Don't worry, second brother. I won't be leaving the house anymore and will stay by my adoptive father's side to fulfill my filial duty."

Tang Qingyun nodded gratefully, and then his eyes turned red.

Tang Zhengyang was over a hundred years old, his end was near, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Furthermore, Tang Zhengyang was a late-born son, and he doted on his children. From childhood to adulthood, even when Tang Qingyun made serious mistakes, his father never punished or scolded him, but instead patiently counseled him. This was a stark contrast to other children.

Tang Qingyun kept all these in mind when he grew up.

I can only sigh that the way of heaven is cruel, and there is nothing we can do about birth, old age, sickness and death.

As if sensing Tang Qingyun's distress, Tang Qingfeng walked over and held Tang Qingyun's shoulders. "Second brother, as his sons, the only thing we can do is to take good care of our adoptive father and see him to the end of his life. If we can help him find someone with exceptional talent in health-preserving skills to inherit his legacy, I think even when his time comes, he will have no regrets."

Tang Qingyun nodded heavily.

After a long time, footsteps were heard from the cellar. A shadowy figure slowly emerged. It was Tang Zhengyang, holding a hot water bottle. He trembled as he emerged from the darkness and bathed in the sunlight.

The early morning wind blew past, bringing with it bursts of chill, ruffling Tang Zhengyang's white hair and making him look even more haggard. He looked much older.

Tang Qingyun felt sad when he saw this and stammered, "Father."

Tang Zhengyang, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He walked right past the two of them, leaning on his cane as he walked away before saying, "Qingfeng, come with me to Dayin Mountain. Qingyun, go back to the Hulang Gate in the county and resume your duties as normal. Don't mention what happened today to anyone else."

Although Tang Qingyun also wanted to accompany his old father into the mountains, he couldn't bear to disobey. He just bowed to Tang Qingfeng and said, "Brother, it will be inconvenient for my father to go into the mountains. Please take good care of him."

Before Tang Qingfeng could speak, Tang Zhengyang snorted from a distance, "I'm just injured. I won't die for a while."

Tang Qingyun stood up straight like a child being scolded, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Tang Qingfeng smiled bitterly and patted Tang Qingyun on the shoulder, "Don't worry, second brother. I know."

Looking at the backs of his elder brother and old father walking away, Tang Qingyun sighed deeply, feeling sour in his heart.

In the last days before his death, my old father always kept my eldest brother by his side, and deliberately distanced himself from me.

Tang Qingyun, already approaching fifty, naturally understood his father's intentions. It was simply that he didn't want him to be too sad, and it was a sign of concern for his own son. But he still felt a pang of discomfort. ...

Somewhere in a remote corner of Dayin Mountain.

Here, huge trees block out the sun, thorn bushes grow everywhere, and wild beasts are everywhere.

However, Tang Qingfeng and Tang Zhengyang walked on the mountain path one after the other, with their blood boiling, making the wild beasts afraid to approach.

Tang Qingfeng, holding a broadsword, cut down the thorns and bushes blocking the road ahead, clearing a smooth path for his adoptive father. He also kept reminding his adoptive father to be careful.

Tang Zhengyang saw it all, nodding from time to time. Then he sighed softly: Tang Qingfeng is very good, and has been with me for most of my life, but it's a pity... he can't practice Mingyu Gong.

Otherwise, Tangjiabao would not have to go to so much trouble to recruit talents.

such a pity……

But this was also within Tang Zhengyang's expectations.

How can Mingyu Gong be so easy to practice?
This wasn't just any ordinary martial art, it was a method that was halfway to becoming an immortal. When Li Changchun traveled extensively, he experimented with so many talented martial artists, but only Tang Zhengyang and his senior brother were able to master it.

Practicing Mingyu Gong does not rely on talent.

What exactly does it rely on... Tang Zhengyang has been searching for it for most of his life but still hasn't figured it out.

Later, Tang Zhengyang realized that practicing Mingyu Gong might require a talent for health-preserving exercises. When recruiting talent, he decided to consider talent for health-preserving exercises, rather than martial arts talent.

Tang Zhengyang was not sure whether this trick would work.

After all, even Master Li Changchun didn’t understand it… let alone myself.

"Ming Yu Gong is Master's life's work. He passed it on to me before he died. I should find another successor before I die to live up to Master's legacy."

"It's a pity that this person is so hard to find. So far, there has been no success. Could it be that, as Master said... in order to cultivate health-preserving skills, one needs some kind of immortal fate?"

Just when Tang Zhengyang was stunned, Tang Qingfeng's voice came from the front.

"Godfather, according to the direction you instructed, this should be it."

Tang Zhengyang withdrew his thoughts and saw a cave in front of him.

It's obviously a robbery hole.

"That's it. Let's go down and take a look."

Tang Qingfeng squatted down and waded into the cave.

Since his master's tomb had been robbed, Tang Zhengyang thought about preparing his master's bones so that he could rest in peace.

The tomb is not big, with only one main chamber.

Tang Qingfeng lit a torch and saw that the coffins in the tomb were all overturned and in a mess. He couldn't help but swear, "Damn tomb robbers, they deserve to be punished by heaven."

Tang Zhengyang also frowned and trembled, but he was not that angry. "Fortunately, I was prepared and did not put the main coffin here. There is an ancient well next door, and the coffin is in the ancient well."

Tang Qingfeng followed the direction of Tang Zhengyang's finger and saw a huge rock. After moving it away, he found an ancient well underneath. Next to the well was an iron chain.

Even tomb robbers could not imagine it.

Seeing the iron chain, Tang Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief. "Qingfeng, Master's coffin is tied to this iron chain. Pull it up."

"Yes."

As Tang Zhengyang's adopted son and direct disciple, Tang Qingfeng's kung fu skills were naturally exceptional. With a slight exertion, his muscles bulged, his strength exploded, and he slowly pulled the chain up.

Sure enough, a jade coffin soaked in water rose little by little along the iron chain, and was finally pulled out of the well by Tang Qingfeng and placed flat on the ground.

"Master!"

When Tang Zhengyang saw the jade coffin, he was extremely excited and knelt down and kowtowed.

"I am an unfilial disciple, allowing tomb robbers to disturb your rest."

Tang Qingfeng stood by and watched without making a sound to interrupt. When Tang Zhengyang's mood gradually returned to normal, he stepped forward to help Tang Zhengyang up, "Foster father, the air underground is not good. Staying there for a long time will be bad for your health. Let's quickly carry the coffin out."

Tang Zhengyang then stood up, gently stroking the jade coffin, and murmured, "Since Senior Brother is not here, I will take charge. Find a quiet place for Master to rest... Hmm?"

Halfway through his words, Tang Zhengyang suddenly realized something and reached out with both hands to open the coffin lid.

"This jade coffin has been opened before... Qingfeng, quickly open the coffin and take a look."

Tang Qingfeng was startled and quickly obeyed the order, pushing the coffin lid with all his strength. With a rumbling sound, the coffin lid was pushed open little by little.

hiss!
Tang Zhengyang suddenly took a breath.

The coffin was empty.

(End of this chapter)