[Chapter Word Count:3128 Last Updated:2014-12-2712:00:00.0]

Everyone was stunned and silent, and although the thunder had disappeared, no one dared to approach the center of the field, as if there was something hidden there that frightened them.

"Heavenly punishment, heavenly punishment...... Heaven's punishment has really come!"

One man was rambling, his lips trembling, his face was pale, but no one would laugh at him at this moment, for all were the same.

Today's scene will be a nightmare for eternal life, and everyone shuddered when they kept recalling it for the rest of their lives.

Who has not done anything wrong? Who dares to say that he is not blasphemous?

In the past, it was said that the gods were dead and unscrupulous, but now they suddenly saw the living clear sky and thunder, and the gods punished the heavens.

Today, this thunder fell on the "Jingnan Hou" Li Tiansheng, next time, if they stand up at this time, will it be themselves next time?

Li Han didn't pay attention to them.

He didn't even look at the body of his second uncle "Jingnanhou" who was torn apart and dead on the ground.

Among the thousands of nobles in Xuanjing City, he slowly walked out alone, came to his father's grave, and knelt down with a "plop", and tears finally appeared in his eyes!

"Father, I have finally avenged you, although I don't know why the second uncle did such a poisonous act, but one day, I will find out. ”

"Definitely!"

Gritting his teeth, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging into his flesh without realizing it.

In the golden jade coffin, the "King of Li" Li Nanjun has a calm face, reflecting half a beard and white hair, clear and delicate, looking not like a military general, but more like a Confucian student.

His eyes are closed, his temperament is tranquil, and he has a vast expanse of seeing through the world.

Confucian general, martial king, these four words are the best commentary on his life.

Looking at his gray hair, he recalled the scene six years ago when he sent himself to the Immortal Sect, and at this moment, Li Han choked silently.

I never thought that that parting would be forever.

Three bows before the grave, prostrate, and kneel for a long time.

Trembling, he stretched out his hand and pushed his father's coffin into the grave with his own hands, and buried it in the ground.

Then Li Han knelt in front of the grave, silently stretched out his hand, took out a somewhat dry and yellowish scroll from his arms, slowly spread it out in front of his father's grave, and threw it into the brazier.

"Father, this is one of the favorite poems of your life, I always remember it, and today, I will burn this psalm back to you, hoping that it will learn from me and will come back to pay tribute!"

The firelight flickered, and a few lines of Qingqi font on it were faintly visible, revealing a kind of worldly and frenzy, but lonely and sad state of mind:

"The first emperor established the country with Confucianism, and Qishi was mostly ritualistic. There are few performances on the side of the return of the water, and there is no foreign war success in Xihejie. ”

"Before he was alive, he knew that he was strong, and after his death, he was scolded by Yin Su. The ant minister was lonely and angry, and looked at the map at night with tears and tears. ”

Seeing the scroll slowly turn to ashes in the firelight, Li Han slowly got up, wiped the tears from his eyes, and then turned around and strode towards the bottom of the mountain.

"From now on, I don't have a loved one. ”

"This Xuanjing is filthy and dirty, once it is like this, don't leave it!"

Raise your head and look at the clouds outside the mountain, unconsciously it is already dusk, and the red fiery clouds are like wild horses, willfully rolling in the sky.

At this moment, Li Han's heart suddenly became inexplicably calm, without sadness or joy, only a kind of vastness and suddenness that saw through the world.

It was exactly the same as the look on Father Li's face in the coffin behind him.

......

"Li Han, where are you going?"

In the crowd, an old man of the Li family suddenly walked out with a slight tremble, and shouted to Li Han's back with some excitement.

"Hui Zong. ”

Hearing the voice, Li Han's body shook and stopped, but he didn't look back, and said lightly.

"Stay. ”

The old man persuaded, "We didn't expect Tiansheng to be this kind of person, the family is unfortunate, but you are still here, don't leave again, stay in Xuanjing, we will support you to become the king of Li, and develop the family together." ”

"Huh, huh?"

Li Han sneered: "I'm afraid that if you look at me making trouble, I'm afraid that the saint will take back his fate and strip me of the position of the prince of the Li family." However, it's late, I don't have the slightest interest in this qiē, take my leave!"

After speaking, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and went down Longshou Mountain, and his back dragged longer and longer in the sunset, getting lighter and fainter, and finally returned to nothingness.

The mountains are full of nobles, and there are thousands of soldiers, but none of them dares to stop them.

Everyone watched him leave, looking at each other, let alone blocking him, they didn't even have the guts to appear beside him, and they automatically separated a road.

......

"Hey!"

Li Han had already left, and on Longshou Mountain, the old man sighed and snorted a few times, as if he wanted to say something more, but finally closed his mouth.

"It's our own fault, it's our own fault, if we hadn't turned a blind eye to him, let Tiansheng's actions go unchecked, and pretended not to know anything, how would we have ended up today?"

All around, a crowd of people suddenly rushed up.

"Li Weng, there is still something at home, Hou will leave first!"

The other person didn't wait for the person in front of him to finish speaking, and then hugged his fists and said: "Li Weng, my brother is seriously ill, I came here this time, and now that the funeral is completed, Wang is leaving!"

"Li Weng, the Holy Emperor has an order, order a certain person to leave Beijing on the same day, Li Weng has something to do, so there is no need to send more, Li will leave first, return to Beijing in the coming day, and then go to the door of the mansion to disturb and knock!"

One by one, they found all kinds of reasons, and after they finished speaking, they didn't wait for the old man to reply, and left with their fists clenched, as if they were afraid of taking a step too slow.

In the blink of an eye, on the top of the mountain, the original bustling crowd became empty and few.

It's just a moment before and after, and it's changing!

Li Lao's face was pale, and his eyes looked blankly at the backs behind him who turned around and walked down the mountain one by one, as if he had been drained of the last bit of strength in his body, but fortunately, a disciple of the Li family behind him hurriedly supported him.

"Human affection is warm and cold, human affection is cold and warm, the world is hot and cold, once it is gone, it turns out to come so fast, so fast, retribution, retribution ......"

"Hehe, don't think about it, maybe these people are really just because they still have important things......"

Outside the crowd, the red-robed eunuch who had been standing there before suddenly came over at this time, and said with a smile: "Li Weng, this official is also leaving, there are many miscellaneous things in the palace, and he will stay for a long time, and the emperor is still waiting for the old slave to be served." ”

"Elder Li doesn't need to send him off, please stay here and continue to hold the funeral, Wei Mou will take the first step!" After speaking, he arched his hand, took two subordinates, and turned to leave.

"Hey, it's all scattered, it's all scattered......"

Li Lao waved his hand weakly, and in a blink of an eye, on the entire Longshou Mountain, except for the private army in King Li's mansion, there were only the children of King Li's mansion, and the paper flowers were fluttering, but there was suddenly a hint of loneliness and drifting.

......

Seven days later.

In the southeast of the True Dragon Dynasty, there is a fairy mountain that reaches the sky and the earth, far away from the world, standing between the vast sea of clouds, the white clouds float, covering most of the true faces, only revealing a corner of the partial peak.

Among the mountain peaks, the crane combs the feathers, the white ape jumps the stream, the clear stream flows the spring, the waterfall hangs high, sometimes there are countless hanging pavilions, the fairy spirit is ethereal, simple and gorgeous, get rid of the mortal dust.

Here, it is one of the eight hidden sects of the True Dragon Continent, the location of the Immortal Sect - Qianling Mountain.

At the foot of Qianling Mountain, there are nine peaks, slightly shorter, like nine giant dragons, and like nine giant chains, which tie the Qianling Mountain in the middle.

These nine peaks are the nine veins of the Changxian Sect, among them, the lowest one, called 'Forget the Dust Peak', is the location of the west vein of the Changxian Sect.

The west vein used to be one of the upper five veins in the nine veins of Changxian, but later it declined for no reason, and was finally driven out of the upper five veins and became one of the lower four veins today.

What is enjoyed is only the lowest-end treatment, with the least number of personnel.

However, even among the most declining branches of the Western Pulse today, there are high and low.

The Lord of the Western Vein, as well as the core disciples, reside on top of the 'Divine Sky Rock' at the pinnacle.

The inner disciples, as well as some ordinary elders, lived in the 'Xuanmiao Immortal Cloud Cave' on the mountainside.

The lower disciples, as well as some miscellaneous disciples, could only live at the foot of the mountain, as well as some surrounding mountains and some simple wooden pavilions.

Today, under the peak of forgetful dust, a teenager walked.

He was dressed in a single robe, with a delicate face, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with no long things, and a slight trace of the fatigue and dust of a long journey on his face.

Along the way, none of the miscellaneous disciples greeted him, and he seemed to be accustomed to it, and went straight over, and finally, slowly came to the corner of the foot of the mountain.

There, there is a clear stream flowing through, between the clear streams, green bamboos stand in a forest, vines and roses are covered, and there is a small wooden pavilion grass house hidden in the middle.

He pushed open the door and walked inside.

The grass house is not big, the things are simple, except for a table, a couch and a chair, there is nothing else, which can be called poor.

However, the young man seemed to have arrived in a very familiar place, and his eyes were stunned for a long time, and then he seemed to have made up his mind, reached out and dragged out a gray package from under the bed, picked up the clothes hanging around him one by one, folded them and stuffed them into the package.

Finally, he reached into a corner of the wall, reached in, and after a moment, pulled out a small wooden box, and in the wooden box was a piece of red copper.

He carefully put it away, tucked it into his arms, wrapped it on his back, opened the door, and was about to walk out.

At this moment, suddenly, with a "bang", the gate of the grass house was kicked open from the outside, and a team of people broke in with high spirits, led by a tall young man in red.

His eyes swept around, and he soon saw the handsome young man who was dressed in a single coat and carrying a package behind him, ready to leave.

The young man in red suddenly had joy on his face, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Yo, boy, you are finally willing to come back, where did you hide for more than ten days, and you actually dared not pay the monthly money, and the uncle was scolded by Brother Wang, boy, I think you don't want to live, this month, five hundred dollars, don't take it!"

The young man's hand when he opened the door stopped abruptly, and then he raised his head and stared at the young man in red opposite.

His long hair covered his eyes, but he could still see that his face was very calm, and there was no trace of panic, and he spoke slowly:

"In the future, I will not pay it again. ”

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