Chapter 230 Centennial Celebration, Family Dinner, and Death

It was a hundred-year celebration in a rush. The whole country was celebrating the ancient dynasty that had been standing for who knows how long. For ordinary people, this hundred-year celebration only happens once in a lifetime, so they were looking forward to it on the eve of the celebration.

There were singing and dancing on the streets, poets reciting poems and writing couplets in the restaurants, and 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 country sold all kinds of strange things.

There was even a martial arts arena somewhere, where folk masters competed with each other and asked for good luck.

You could even see many monks sitting in tall buildings and discussing such a prosperous era.

Li Changxiao sat in a boat and rowed through the river, looking at this grand scene. As the old saying goes, a centipede will not die even if it is dead. Even if the Lingtian Dynasty suffered a series of heavy blows, it was still a strong 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 it very difficult for the Lingtian Dynasty and even the people below.

Later, some farmers developed planting techniques, reclaimed the land, and applied fertilizers. The annual output value gradually returned to normal. In addition, with the influence of the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit, Lingtian Dynasty opened ports and foreign trade was frequent. Foreign businessmen often visited this land, and the economy was much better than a hundred years ago, but the war still did not stop.

If you want to ask why, it is... the land is shrinking, and the national fortunes of the three dynasties are forced to collide.

After getting off the boat, Li Changxiao saw someone performing on the street. A shirtless man held a fire stick in his hand and sprayed it hard, and a sweeping fire dragon was sprayed out.

Suddenly, there was applause all around.

Very lively.

Li Changxiao patted the long sword in his hand, thinking, this great festival, shouldn’t everyone be so happy? At least one person will not be happy.

He walked alone, gradually leaving the crowd, and walked to a place where the noise could not disturb him and the candlelight could not reach. Acting this way was not 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 did not like the hustle and bustle, but he did not reject it.

Today.

Even if he passed by a restaurant, he only glanced at it and left without stopping.

He walked, his heart as calm as water. The sky was slightly frosty, and pedestrians were wearing a layer of cotton clothes. Compared with them, the white clothes were really thin and really eye-catching. Soon someone noticed that there seemed to be a swordsman in white who had just passed by him, but when he looked back, he could not find his figure.

…

There was also a celebration in the palace. In the last centennial 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 "happy 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 were gray, and his back was straight. He thought about the past hundred years. Many things had happened, both good and bad. In the minds of the princes and grandchildren, he was still the emperor who unified the continent, the majestic emperor, but his own mentality was quietly changing.

He began to grow old.

In addition to being majestic, he was a little more kind. Seeing the princes and grandchildren paying respects to him one by one, he had a smile on his face. He had a total of 437 children. Over the years, some died, some lived, some grew old, and some became Taoist partners with monks from other continents and gave birth to children, adding to the Li family's youth and making it lively.

Although there were many princes and grandchildren, he could name them all. One prince noticed the change in his father. After paying respects, his eyes were wet and he sobbed softly.

Li Shanhe sighed softly. One can't be domineering all his life. When he was young, he always wanted to conquer the four directions and create supreme achievements. At his age now, he felt that it was good.

But he didn't know.

The more he acted like this, the more pitiful he looked, the prince who was driven away in disgrace more than a thousand years ago.

From the past to the future.

He was just a weed born in the royal family by mistake.

The moonlight was bright, Li Changxiao was dressed in white like a veil, walking deep in the palace. He looked far away and could see Li Shanhe's descendants surrounded in the hall, as if he had finally taken off the robe of "Lord of the Dynasty" and enjoyed a real family feast.

Outside the hall, a white-clothed swordsman was walking alone. He was neither happy nor sad. Although he had not walked here for a thousand years, he was still familiar with it. He walked through a plum blossom forest and found a wooden sign under a low tree.

It was his own small tomb, which was built in such a hidden place because he was afraid of being discovered and disturbing his mother's peace after death. Li Changxiao kowtowed a few times, with all kinds of feelings in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

He has always been a nostalgic person. He would always unconsciously revisit the old place, or keep some old things and didn't want to throw them away.

The wooden sign was already covered with moss and weeds. Some people are still revered by thousands of people after death, while some people are ignored even when they are alive. Li Changxiao and his mother are such people. He said self-deprecating words and dug up the small grave. There was only a hairpin inside, which was full of rust.

Li Changxiao put it into the dream space, sighed leisurely, his eyes gradually changed, and he stood up and left.

He walked through the garden like a ghost, walking in the dark.

In front of a palace door.

He knocked gently on the door.

To fulfill a promise made a hundred years ago.

He could feel that the seeds of nightmares he had planted were in this room.

Although Concubine Zhou's cultivation was abolished, she had learned the skills of nourishing qi after all, so she would not be unable to survive even a hundred years. She was still alive, but she must be very old.

There was no response inside.

He pushed the door open, walked around the screen, and saw an old man with a withered face, lying on the bed, soulless, with bloodshot eyes and sunken cheeks. He looked very scary.

It is hard to imagine that this woman was once the most beautiful woman in Ling Tianzhou.

"How pitiful."

Li Changxiao sighed softly.

The old man was sleepy-eyed and having constant nightmares, when he was suddenly woken up by a voice.

She slowly turned her head and saw a man in white beside the bed, looking at her with a playful expression.

In an instant, strong hatred burst out in her eyes, but unfortunately all her teeth had already fallen out and her throat was hoarse.

Li Changxiao slowly drew out his sword. A hundred years later, he would personally take his life. He did not feel much pleasure in revenge, but his murderous intention was as strong as a rock.

His expression was dull, and the tip of the sword was just like this, hanging on Lao Na's neck, stabbing slowly bit by bit.

"No…"

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 did not allow her to end up like this.

"Thief, don't hurt my mother!"

Just then.

A fat man broke in and launched an attack without saying a word.