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Chapter 230: Annual Celebration, Family Dinner, and Life-Calling
In a rush, it was the centennial celebration of the dynasty, and the whole country was celebrating the ancient dynasty that had stood for who knows how long. For ordinary people, this centennial celebration only happened once in a lifetime, so they were looking forward to it on the eve of the celebration.
There was singing and dancing on the streets, poets reciting poems and composing couplets in the restaurants, red lanterns were hung in front of every house, there were performances on both sides of the Lingtian River, and vendors from all over the place sold all kinds of strange and exotic things.
Somewhere, there is a martial arts arena where folk masters compete with each other to seek good luck.
You can even see quite a few monks sitting in tall buildings, discussing this prosperous era.
Li Changxiao was sitting in a boat, paddling through the river, looking at this grand scene. As the old saying goes, a centipede will not die even if it is stiff. Even if the Lingtian Dynasty suffered a series of heavy blows, it is still a powerful dynasty. In the past few years, the legacy brought by the rich spiritual energy gradually faded, the fertility of the land declined, and the grain production was seriously insufficient, making the Lingtian Dynasty and even the people below very difficult.
Later, some farmers developed planting techniques, reclaimed the land, and applied fertilizers, and the annual output value gradually returned to normal. In addition, with the impact of the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit, the Lingtian Dynasty opened up many ports and foreign trade became frequent. Foreign businessmen often visited this land, and the economy was much better than a hundred years ago, but the war still never stopped.
If you ask why, it is because... the land is shrinking and the destinies of the three great dynasties are forced to collide.
After getting off the boat, Li Changxiao saw someone performing on the street. It was a shirtless man holding a fire stick in his hand. He blew it hard and a sweeping fire dragon came out.
There was immediate applause all around.
Very lively.
Li Changxiao patted the sword in his hand, thinking, this is a great festival, not everyone will be so happy, right? At least one person will not be happy.
He walked alone, gradually leaving the crowd, heading to a place where noisy people could not disturb him, where candlelight could not reach. Acting this way was actually not in line with his habit. Usually, whenever he arrived at a place, the first thing he did was to replenish his "drinks", then visit some romantic places and listen to some songs...
He doesn't like crowds, but he doesn't reject them either.
Nowadays.
Even if he passed by a restaurant, he just took a glance and left without stopping.
He walked with a calm mind. There was a slight frost in the sky and passers-by were wearing cotton clothes. In comparison, the white clothes were really thin and eye-catching. Someone soon noticed that there seemed to be a swordsman in white who had just passed by them, but when they looked back, they could not find his figure.
……
A celebration was also being held in the palace. During the last centenary celebration, Li Shanhe, the lord of the Lingtian Dynasty, was ambushed. This time, the celebration was held in the palace. Although it was no longer "shared with the people", it was still lively. The princes and grandchildren went to pay their respects to Li Shanhe one by one.
Li Shanhe's temples are gray, his back is straight, thinking about the many things that have happened in the past hundred years, both good and bad. In the eyes of the princes and grandchildren, he is still the emperor who unified the continent and the majestic Son of Heaven. However, his own mentality is quietly changing.
He started to get old.
In addition to being majestic, he was also a little kind. Seeing the princes and grandchildren paying respects to him one by one, a smile appeared on his face. He had a total of 437 children. Over the years, some died, some lived, some grew old, and some formed Taoist couples with monks from other continents and gave birth to children, adding color to the Li family and making the family lively and bustling.
Although there were many princes and grandchildren, he could call them all by name. One prince noticed the change in his father, and after paying his respects, his eyes became moist and he sobbed quietly.
Li Shanhe sighed softly. One cannot be a tyrant all his life. When he was young, he always wanted to conquer the world and create supreme achievements. At his age now, he thinks it is good this way.
But he didn't know.
The more he acted like this, the more pitiful he seemed, like the prince who was driven away in disgrace more than a thousand years ago.
From the front to the back.
He was just a weed that was born in the royal family by mistake.
The moonlight was bright, and Li Changxiao, dressed in white as gauze, was walking deep into the palace. Looking into the distance, he could see Li Shanhe's descendants surrounding him in the main hall. It seemed as if he had finally taken off the robe of "Lord of the Dynasty" and was enjoying a real family feast.
Outside the hall, a swordsman in white was walking alone. He was neither happy nor sad. Although he had not walked here for a thousand years, he still felt familiar with the place. He walked through a plum forest and found a wooden sign under a low tree.
It was his own small tomb, located in such a secluded place, for fear that it would be discovered and would disturb his mother's peace even after her death. Li Changxiao kowtowed several times, feeling mixed emotions, but he didn't know what to say.
He has always been a nostalgic person. He would always unconsciously revisit old places or keep some old things and be reluctant to throw them away.
The wooden sign was already overgrown with moss and weeds. Some people are still revered by thousands of people even after their death, but some people are ignored even when they are alive. Li Changxiao and his mother were such people. He spoke self-deprecatingly while digging up the small grave. There was only a hairpin covered in rust inside.
Li Changxiao entered the dream space, sighed, his eyes gradually changed, and he stood up and left.
He walked through the garden like a ghost walking in the night.
In front of a palace.
He knocked lightly on the door.
To fulfill a promise made a hundred years ago.
He could feel that the seeds of nightmare he had planted were in this room.
Although Concubine Zhou's cultivation was abolished, she had learned the art of nourishing qi after all, so she would not be unable to survive even a hundred years. She is still alive, but must be extremely old.
See no reaction inside.
He pushed the door open and walked around the screen. Sure enough, he saw an old monk with a haggard face lying on the bed. He was in a daze, with bloodshot eyes and sunken cheeks. He looked very scary.
It is hard to imagine that this woman was once one of the most beautiful women in Lingtianzhou.
"How pitiful."
Li Changxiao sighed softly.
The old monk was half-sleep and had a continuous nightmare when he was suddenly awakened by a voice.
She slowly turned her head and saw a man in white at the head of the bed, looking at her with a teasing expression.
In an instant, intense hatred burst out from her eyes, but unfortunately her teeth had long since fallen out and her throat was hoarse.
Li Changxiao slowly drew out his sword. A hundred years had passed, and he would take his life himself. He had not felt much pleasure of revenge, but his murderous intent was as strong as a rock.
His expression was wooden, and the tip of the sword just hung on my neck, stabbing slowly bit by bit.
"Do not…"
She said hoarsely that she had been tortured for the past hundred years, but she did not want to die like this. Her past glory would not allow her to end up like this.
"Thief, don't hurt my mother!"
at this time.
A fat man rushed in and started attacking without saying a word.