Chapter 555 Ling Tian Is Masterless

Li Shanhe thought that the ignorant old slave had returned. There were no more wine glasses to smash. He murmured "get lost" and then lowered his eyes and fell asleep.

But the "old slave" heard the sound but still did not stop. He gradually approached step by step. Li Shanhe's eyes were filled with anger and he looked towards the footsteps.

But he found that it was not an old slave, but a tall and handsome man in white. Li Shanhe was stunned for a moment. He did not expect it to be this person, and he did not expect that the man would sit down next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Li Shanhe retracted his gaze and said calmly.

"See how you die."

Li Changxiao sat cross-legged, supporting the floor of the hall with his hands. He felt a touch of coolness in his palms and couldn't help saying, "Your floor is too cold."

It felt good, smooth and delicate but not easy to slip. Li Changxiao put his ear to the ground and knocked gently. In the lonely hall, there were echoes, crisp and pleasant, as if in the depths of the valley, a drop of water from melting ice and snow, streaking across thousands of rock walls and finally dripping on the ancient copper bell, and the copper sound echoed melodiously in the valley.

"The Qiyun Stone is like jade, warm and delicate to the touch, cold in nature, and it is normal to be frozen." Li Shanhe said without turning his head, his tone stiff.

The Qiyun Stone he mentioned is the main material of the floor of this hall.

"I haven't been here." Li Changxiao smiled leisurely, leaned back, and looked around curiously. This was his first time entering this hall. Its interior decoration was not even inferior to the meeting hall in the Wanbao Academy of Eryuan Sect.

"Don't hate me."

Li Changxiao turned over and got up, without stopping for a moment, walking between the stone pillars, or gently stroking the carvings on the stone pillars, or tapping them with the hilt of the sword, listening to the sound and identifying the texture. In comparison, his question seemed very insignificant, and if you were distracted for a moment, you would miss this sentence.

Li Shanhe said nothing, but asked, "What about you?"

Li Changxiao said casually, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Without waiting for Li Shanhe to make a choice, he said to himself, "The truth is not hatred, and lies are not hatred either."

Li Shanhe sneered, "You are really something. I have only heard that truth is truth and falsehood is falsehood, hatred is hatred, and no hatred is no hatred. Your true and false words are the same, which is really rare."

"It's like this here." Li Changxiao smiled gently, "What about you?"

Li Shanhe pondered for a moment, hesitant to speak, Li Changxiao did not wait for a reply. This hall is very large. He observed everything aimlessly, his eyes turned to the golden dragon throne, standing tall, and the pattern was all "honorable".

Following his gaze, looking out, two tombs that stood like gods were built by Li Tianxia and Li Tianyu respectively, and it is estimated that it will take several days to complete. But Li Shanhe's life span will not last until then.

"When my mother died, I was the only one to accompany her."

In the empty hall, Li Changxiao's voice came from nowhere, gently and faintly, and seemed to enter the ears of the drowsy Li Shanhe.

Li Shanhe's face was full of wrinkles, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "So you are here to take revenge on me?"

"I'm here to accompany you." Li Changxiao returned to Li Shanhe's side, sat down, unscrewed the wine gourd, took a sip, and murmured: "After all, we are father and son."

"..." Li Shanhe was silent.

Indeed, he never regarded Li Changxiao as his own child, because of the child's origin, any mishap could be considered an accident.

But the world is so tricky.

It happened that when he was old and dying, the only one who was with him was only him. Li Shanhe didn't want his descendants to see the tragic scene of his old age and death, and didn't want them to see him succumb to the years. He has many loves, although not equal, but all of them are sincere and ardent. He knows that his descendants admire and respect him, and that is why he lets him guard the palace alone.

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If someone else came, he might feel humiliated and think that Li Changxiao came to show off, but Li Shanhe felt that the other party really came to accompany him.

Feeling pitiful? Pity? ... Li Shanhe hates this the most, but the feeling in Bai Yi is very vague, and it is hard to explain, but there is no pity, pity and other emotions. It seems that when he is about to die, it is not too bad to have him by his side.

In this way, Li Shanhe also smiled for the first time in a long time. After sitting quietly for more than an incense stick, he broke the silence by himself and asked some topics, mostly about his childhood, such as who gave him the name Li Changxiao, and whether anyone bullied him when he was still in the imperial dynasty.

Li Shanhe searched for everything related to Li Changxiao in his mind, but found very little. Sometimes he just glanced at him and stood quietly in the most remote corner. That was the most boring and ordinary corner in his magnificent memory, but he recalled it before his death, and it was a topic of conversation between father and son.

Li Changxiao's answer was always light and light, not to say that he spoke his heart out, but just talked about things. When talking about who in the palace had bullied him, he listed them one by one, from the princes and princesses to the maids and servants. Complaints that Li Shanhe had the courage to suppress Shanhe, but did not have the courage to manage the harem, which was a mess. If Li Changxiao had not been precocious and had memories of his previous life, he might not have survived safely in that treacherous palace as the most insignificant "mortal".

But there are some interesting things, such as the 36th prince and the 192nd prince, who have a great hatred for each other and are always at odds with each other. The cause of the hatred is just a very small thing, and Li Changxiao is the instigator. The two princes are fighting until now and still refuse to give up.

Li Shanhe cried and laughed when he heard those trivial things. He called the two princes dogs, but he also felt that there was something interesting in those ordinary trivial things.

Li Changxiao poured the wine into the golden cup and put it in front of Li Shanhe, "Do you want to drink?"

Li Shanhe took the wine cup and drank it in one gulp. He not only asked Li Changxiao, but also talked about the glorious deeds in the past. Li Changxiao stopped him forcibly and said frankly that his trivial things were spread all over the continent. Li Changxiao was tired of hearing them and there was no need to repeat them.

Li Shanhe was angry. Only Li Changxiao dared to talk to him like this. After a long silence, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and told Li Changxiao that since that was the case, he would tell him something that he absolutely didn't know.

Then, the man who had been arrogant and conceited all his life fought with Li Changxiao about his romantic history in his youth. Li Changxiao had never heard of these things. Although there was some exaggeration, they were absolutely true.

At the end of the conversation, he couldn't help but comment that Li Changxiao's personality was not like his at all. He was indecisive and sentimental. As for how he saw it, Li Shanhe never said it clearly. Later, he added that this face was the most like his.

Li Changxiao asked him, why, is it that he has a common face? He looks a bit like everyone.

As they chatted, Li Shanhe closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was drunk or sleepy. Li Changxiao sighed lightly, screwed the lid of the wine gourd, stood up and walked out of the hall.

There was no moon today, and it was dark all around. He could not see him after walking only 180 meters.

Li Shanhe suddenly sobered up again. His life span had reached the end of the lonely time. The ground beside him was still a little warm. The bright light just now was not a dream.

He looked up at the sky, and a sword light flashed across, tearing a crack in the thick dark clouds, and the hazy moonlight was able to fall.

Today there is another moon.

Li Shanhe's heartbeat gradually stopped, and the feeling of dying could not be expressed in words.

The sword light was like boiling water falling on a colony of ants, and the lights of Lingtian Imperial City lit up. Footsteps, shouts, wails, and long howls all mixed together in an instant.

This huge dynasty has no master today.

Li Changxiao retracted his gaze and left quietly.