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In fact, this is true not only at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, but also in other places.

Beggars' Sect, Shaolin Temple, Lingjiu Palace...

Disciples from many major sects awoke, and things began to develop in a strange direction.

"They're fighting! They're fighting!" Azi was overjoyed to see the battle at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, clapping her little hands and cheering.

A'Zhu was speechless.

Was the younger sister cured or not?

Zhang Taixuan saw through her thoughts and said, "It's just that separating Azi's memory from 420 makes her less vicious. Her love for excitement and mischief will not change."

A'Zhu was both happy and worried upon hearing this.

What makes me happy is that my sister hasn't changed; she's still the same sister I knew.

What worries me most is that my younger sister has such an unruly personality; what if she gets into trouble?

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious," Zhang Taixuan laughed. "Right now, Azi will only target those who harmed her, not harm anyone indiscriminately. She'll just retaliate against those who harmed her; it's nothing serious. Does Azhu expect her sister to be a saint?"

“That’s right, sister, we’re just young ladies,” Azi giggled. “Brother Daojun is right, we’re not going to become saints!”

A'Zhu laughed and said, "Alright, I won't be a saint! By the way, will you be in charge of those things down below?"

"It's up to you," Zhang Taixuan said with a smile. "If you're willing to take in some talented individuals and establish your own school, this is the perfect opportunity."

"Found a sect?" Azi cheered. "Azi is going to be the founder too! Sister, hurry up!"

Seeing that Azi was taking this matter seriously, Azhu did not object.

She originally intended to establish her own school of thought.

After all, even if one ascends to heaven after establishing a sect, there will still be a fortune flowing back to them in the mortal realm.

This is a very profitable venture.

"Please wait a moment, Daoist Lord. I'll be right back."

After bowing to Zhang Taixuan, A'Zhu stepped into the void and walked down Qingcheng Mountain.

Chapter 247 Li Er and His Old Companions (5/7, Please Subscribe)

"Qiao Feng, do you truly wish to fight me to the death today?"

After responding to a few moves, Murong Fu felt his arm go numb.

Qiao Feng was indeed as powerful as in the dream, possessing strength to the extreme.

Although he and Qiao Feng were known in the martial arts world as Murong of the South and Qiao Feng of the North.

But in terms of strength, his opponent was far superior.

"The hatred for killing my mother is irreconcilable!" Qiao Feng roared. "Today, it's either you or me!"

Upon hearing Qiao Feng's roar, Duan Yu hesitated, "Should I go and help Qiao Feng?"

Because of A'Zhu's interference, Duan Yu never met Qiao Feng, nor did he become sworn brothers with him.

However, in the dream, they were brothers who would die for each other.

As they hesitated, a figure appeared in the void.

"Sister Azhu!"

"It's Sister Azhu!"

Duan Yu waved to A'Zhu, overjoyed.

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu, who were originally engaged in battle, also stopped and looked up at the sky.

Murong Fu's face was filled with fervor.

With A'Zhu's help, how could the great cause of restoring the country fail?

A'Zhu ignored Murong Fu's expression and disregarded the apologetic looks from Duan Zhengchun and Ruan Xingzhu. She simply nodded to Duan Yu and said, "I am here today by order of the Grandmaster Tai Xuan to establish a sect on Mount Qingcheng and spread the methods of immortality and martial arts. Those who are destined may join our sect."

Having said that, he didn't linger and left directly by stepping into the void.

"The path to immortality?"

"Ascension?"

Upon hearing this, many martial arts practitioners' eyes lit up with fervor.

People who were fighting each other because of grudges would have no mood to fight now.

Compared to hatred, immortality is clearly more tempting.

As soon as Azhu left, everyone rushed to the stone steps in the mountain and started climbing up.

The stone steps are not high, each step is only half a foot high.

Martial arts practitioners are agile and strong, and can easily cross ten levels in a single step.

But that's not the case at all.

The stone steps seemed to have a magical power; no matter how strong you were, you could only step over one step at a time.

Even Qiao Feng and Murong Fu had to stop and rest for a while after climbing one step.

Within moments, sweat beaded on their foreheads.

"Thank you so much, Daoist Lord, otherwise I would have had to borrow money to buy the Heart-Questioning Steps!" A'Zhu landed and, seeing everyone's behavior on the stone steps, immediately realized that it was Zhang Taixuan who had intervened.

Zhang Taixuan waved his hand: "It's nothing, just something I did on a whim. They probably won't be able to get up here before tomorrow, so we can continue sightseeing."

"Great! Ah Zi loves traveling and sightseeing the most!" Ah Zi cheered, already clinging to Zhang Taixuan's arm, which made Ah Zhu frown.

This younger sister is unacceptable!!

In the original story, she wanted to steal her sister's man.

Now that fate has changed, she still wants to steal her sister's man!

Wang Yuyan and Abi exchanged a glance, thinking helplessly, "This Azi isn't very reserved anymore, what a vixen!"

The world of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

After making proper arrangements for the various modern breeds, Li Shimin changed into ordinary clothes and left the palace.

"It's time to go see my old buddy."

Walking down Chang'an Street, Li Shimin felt a deep sense of emotion, "Over the years, because of my drastic change in personality, my old friends have all drifted away from me."

Whether it's Cheng Yaojin, Changsun Wuji, or Li Jing and Li Shiji, they are all shrewd individuals who have emerged from the flames of war.

Everyone noticed Li Shimin's change and, knowing that there was no hope in persuading him, could only quietly withdraw from the center of power.

Even if they couldn't retreat, they would at least reduce their interactions with Li Shimin.

Upon seeing Li Shimin in his later years, everyone finally understood the saying: "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger."

In his later years, Li Shimin was no longer the Prince of Qin who could discuss anything with others in his youth.

"My benefactor, I've come to see you!"

Outside the Left Guard Marshal's Mansion, Li Shimin said with emotion, "I still remember that year, it was my benefactor's pair of golden maces that saved my Li family. Otherwise, there would be no Tang Dynasty."

The Left Martial Guard Marshal was none other than Qin Qiong, Qin Shubao.

According to official historical records, Qin Shubao had already been dead for more than a decade by this time.

However, in the fictional world, medical technology had advanced considerably, and Qin Shubao unexpectedly lived for more than ten years longer.

However, his current condition is not good either. Due to the many hidden injuries he sustained in battles when he was young, he has been bedridden for many years and is only kept alive by the imperial physicians in the palace.

"you are?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the old gatekeeper of the Qin residence was startled. "You are His Majesty?!"

"I didn't expect you to recognize me." Li Shimin was somewhat pleased. "I remember you were Shubao's personal guard, right?"

"Yes." The old man straightened up abruptly. "I followed the Marshal when I was young and once saw Your Majesty in your youth. Your Majesty, have you perhaps received a divine favor?"

In his excitement, he disregarded social hierarchy and asked the question that had been on his mind.

Li Shimin was not offended by this, but instead laughed heartily: "That's right. It is indeed a matter of fate. I have come today to help my old buddies stand up again. The Tang Dynasty still cannot do without my old buddies."

"The Marshal can be saved?" Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes welled up with tears, and he knelt on the ground. "Thank you so much, Your Majesty, for remembering the Marshal!"

He kowtowed several times in a row, bang, bang.

Li Shimin waved his hand: "Get up, take me into the mansion. Today is a joyous occasion, don't cry."

"Yes."

The old man led Li Shimin into the Qin residence.

Apart from the old gatekeeper, the people in the Qin family mansion had changed several times over and were no longer what they used to be. No one recognized the young Prince Qin, Li Shimin.

However, seeing that it was an elderly man from the manor, and with the marshal's confidant leading the way, the servants did not ask any further questions.

Upon entering a side room, Li Shimin smelled a strong aroma of Chinese medicine.

"Uncle Bao, I've come to see you."