Seeing this, the young man on the hospital bed wanted to get up, but he was so weak that he only let out a whine.

Zhang Zelin said sincerely: "Li Xianchang, worldly wealth and honor can only last a hundred years. We are old and have no pursuit."

Then he sighed and said: "It's a pity that my grandson is weak and sick. I'm afraid he won't be able to enjoy all the wealth in the world. I beg the immortal, for the sake of my filial piety on your behalf, to lead Ling'er into the immortal way, and he will never be treated like this again."

Troubled by illness.”

Zhang Zelin's words were very sincere, and he pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, using the body of a prince to beg the misty immortal in front of him.

Li Xiulin thought about it, and what Zhang Zelin did was very important in his heart. Unfortunately, he could not force himself to practice a discipline, and he had no plans to accept disciples.

He shook his head and said: "This son has no fate with me. If you just want to live a long life, I can just give him something."

After searching for it in the Naluo ring, Li Xiulin finally found a sachet. After injecting his spiritual power into it, he floated the sachet to the chest of the young man in the hospital bed.

This sachet can not only keep the young man safe in the mortal world, but also drive away the diseases in his body with its weak spiritual power.

After being given the sachet, Li Xiulin's figure disappeared here silently.

When Zhang Zelin looked up, Li Xiulin had disappeared, so he led the woman next to him and bowed to the air again, saying: "Best farewell to the immortal!"

When they stood up, they saw the sachet on the young man's chest, and then looked at Ling'er, who had regained a little strength, with a loving smile in his eyes.

Although Li Xiulin did not accept Ling'er as his disciple, he still managed to secure Ling'er's life. Zhang Zelin felt at this time that everything he did was meaningful, and the sullenness in his chest was all gone.

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When Li Xiulin left, he secretly killed all the remaining Golden Scorpion monks in Qingjing, causing an uproar in the palace.

In the palace, an old man wearing a dragon robe was discussing immortality with the immortal in front of him, when something strange happened.

The immortal leader who looked normal before his eyes suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his vitality was immediately extinguished.

A panic appeared in his heart, but he didn't know who was causing it.

"Nanxianzong should have been destroyed by now, and the Golden Scorpion Sect will take its place." He thought in his mind.

This old emperor is the old prince who had a crush on Li Xiulin in the Jinyun Pavilion in Maple City. The golden scorpion embroidery on his sleeve shows that he has colluded with the Golden Scorpion Sect.

But at this time, he was no longer qualified to look at Li Xiulin again.

Li Xiulin was standing in the sky above Qingjing and did not move a step for a long time. He looked in the direction of Xu Shanzhen and sighed softly.

At this moment, like Zhou Yunshen, he didn't know how to face what was going to happen next. But he was obviously much more prepared than Zhou Yunshen, but he was even more scared.

Although Zhang Zelin had roughly told him the bad news, but when he was asked to return to the Li family tavern and face everything with his own eyes, a strange fear arose in his heart.

But in the end, everyone has to face it, right?

Li Xiulin's figure swayed, and soon he arrived above Maple City. It was not far from Xushan Town.

"Before going back, let's see how Maple City has changed." With this thought in mind, he moved directly to Maple City.

From immortality to mortal life, he wanted to adapt to Maple City first.

Li Xiulin simply put away all his spiritual power and consciousness, just like an ordinary mortal, walking alone in the busy streets of Maple City.

Over the past few decades, Maple City has not changed much. Even though its people have changed several generations, it is still as prosperous as ever.

However, this period is a relatively special period in Maple City. In teahouses and restaurants everywhere, you can see scholars reciting poems and writing poems. Some are high-spirited, while others are drinking to relieve their worries.

Feeling the season of mortal life, Li Xiulin picked up a fallen leaf and sighed: "It's already autumn."

He was somewhat familiar with this season. When he arrived in Maple City, it was also autumn. Most of the scholars who gathered here were staying in Maple City for a while after the autumn exams.

He walked to a shop selling pens, inks and papers, stopped and looked inside, and was reminded of that time.

"If I hadn't met Senior Sister Zhou back then, would I have been frustrated or proud after the autumn exam?"

"What should my life be like?"

Li Xiulin was thinking a lot at this time.

There was a lady in the shop who saw Li Xiulin standing outside the door. She thought he wanted to buy some pens and ink, so she asked enthusiastically: "Little scholar, the autumn exam has passed, why do you still buy pens and ink?"

Li Xiulin's appearance, because he is a monk, is indeed only a slightly mature and cold young man. It is normal for an aunt who is over fifty years old to call him a little scholar.

He was suddenly stunned. Sixty years later, the scene he had imagined appeared in front of him so wonderfully. It made him feel that life was like a dream, and that it was only fate!

The sea of ​​blood has drifted for sixty years, and the shadow of the red devil's spear has spent his whole life.

Things are not human beings, but they will eventually become dust. The mortal world in dreams is shocking to the world.

An indescribable feeling appeared in his heart, which softened his cold heart. He looked at the lady selling pens and ink, smiled softly, and asked: "Madam, how to get to Xushan Town?"

The aunt looked at Li Xiulin strangely and said with a smile: "Little scholar, I'm afraid you are asking about Xushan City. Xushan Town developed into Xushan City when I was young, but now it is not as good as Fengshan City."

It’s a city, but it’s not far away.”

Li Xiulin looked a little surprised and said, "Really?"

The aunt then said: "If you want to go to Xushan City, go out of the east gate of Maple City and go east."

After Li Xiulin thanked the lady, he walked towards the east gate of Maple City.

Without the magical power of a monk or spiritual power, just relying on his feet, Li Xiulin walked slowly towards the direction where Xu Shancheng was now, just like a mortal.

The sunset ended, and a ray of afterglow fell on his slightly lonely figure.

The sun sets in the west, peaceful and late.

After all, he was not a mortal. He once had to drive a long distance by carriage, but after only two days of driving, he could see the majestic city not far away.

His brows furrowed slightly. Zhang Zelin would never dare to deceive him, but this scene was a little different from what he said.

Li Xiulin has not yet released his consciousness at this time, so he does not know what exactly is in Xushan Town. He can only know it after he sees it with his own eyes.

The guards of Xushan City are not very tight, which is also related to the fact that it is only an internal town.

After walking into Xushan City, Li Xiulin found that it was full of strangers, the streets were extremely bustling, and there was laughter and laughter all around. But there was nothing like he had been there before, and a trace of anger inevitably welled up in his chest.

Xushan City is Xushan City, and Xushan Town is Xushan Town. The two are not the same place at all!

He found a stall selling fried rice. The stall owner was a middle-aged man who was waiting for customers to arrive.

He walked closer and asked: "Brother, where is Xushan Town?"

The middle-aged man smiled heartily and said: "Hahaha, little brother, you are really good at joking. Xushan City is Xushan Town, Xushan Town is Xushan City, they are all the same place!"
Chapter completed!