The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 105: History of the Past, Return of the Ancestor (Thanks to Elvin for being the leader)
Under the moonlight, the Taoist withdrew his magical powers and transformed into the appearance of a sixteen-year-old boy.

Whether it was the Sword Immortal or Liang Yue, it was just a means of hiding from the world. His true identity would not be widely circulated, and only a very small number of people would know it.

There is no need to overestimate the memory of later generations. For things that are beyond their cognition, most people must see them with their own eyes to believe them.

It is not that just because a little bit of the immortal's reputation spreads, countless people come to dig. Otherwise, the tombs of the Ge family, the Kou family, the Bao family, and various immortals and alchemists in the past would have been dug eight thousand times.

In terms of reputation as an immortal, he is not as famous as Ge Hong and Bao Liang; in terms of disciples, he is not as many as Ge Xuanpu and Jie Kongduo.

It is easy to make people believe that there are gods in the world, after all, it is always right to believe in gods and Buddhas. But it is not right to make people spend huge amounts of money to dig up tombs and ruins all over the world, unless there are really gods flying in front of them.

Otherwise, word of mouth alone will not be enough to convince the powerful, and at most they can send a few special people to investigate.

After several generations of emperors from Qin Shi Huang to Han Wudi, and even Cao Pi and Sima Yan, who had searched for immortals, people in the world have become much more savvy.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, it is not easy to change people’s cognition.

Even the Tan family took action to help the Tianshi Liubao improve his martial arts, instead of sending people to target him immediately after hearing the legend of the butterfly transformation.

In the magical Jin Dynasty, there has never been a shortage of legends about gods and ghosts; when it comes to attracting attention, no one is as eye-catching as Sun Yue, who died in broad daylight in front of thousands of people.

"Sword Immortal?"

Bao Zhao was also a smart man. He understood the true meaning instantly and nodded seriously.

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Li Hongwen said.

"it is good."

The three of them walked back to the Taoist temple.

Tao Hongjing had not fallen asleep yet. Seeing his master and the other two people coming over, he felt a little curious.

"You two haven't come down the mountain yet? Rest for a night before going down."

"Thank you." Liang Yue nodded in agreement.

"This is Senior Lingbao, a master. Remember to call him senior from now on," Bao Zhao introduced.

I have just asked Master Liang Yue on the way. Tao Hongjing will succeed him as the head of Xiaoyao Sect in the future, and then tell him the truth.

"Greetings, senior!" Tao Hongjing bowed deeply. Since his master said so, it must be true.

"Let's take a rest first. We can talk about it tomorrow." Liang Yue turned and said to everyone.

Everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

In the room, Liang Yue placed the bronze coffin on the table. The coffin was the size of a palm and had storage space inside.

"This will be my future coffin book."

This coffin has a defensive formation and internal ventilation, and has the ability to facilitate fasting and preserve corpses.

If it weren't for the long time and the lack of true energy and spiritual energy to support it, Liang Yue would not have been able to open it so easily.

The Dharma Ending Age is your best opportunity.

"Fang Xiangshi is a demon with powerful qi and blood. If Xuanwu eats it, perhaps it will have incredible effects?" Liang Yue thought.

It should be able to play a similar role to dragon blood.

When faced with such a sleeping demon, one should kill it without any discrimination. If the demon is lucky enough to wake up in the future, it will also study oneself, the only immortal in the world.

In the Dharma Ending Age, it is like a hunter walking in a dark forest, surrounded by dangers, prey is vicious, and it is also dangerous to walk with him. While hiding your identity, you must not let go of any gods and demons that may be revived.

The great catastrophe of the end of the Dharma will still end in more than 1,700 years. While looking through history, try to give the corpse-reincarnated immortal a chance to "serve as the table".

Liang Yue produced a jade box from the coffin.

There was a round golden pill lying in the jade box. The moment it was opened, the locked-in fragrance dissipated.

The fragrance brings with it a sense of vitality.

Liang Yue thought of a possibility.

"Could it be a longevity pill?"

I don’t know how long this pill can extend my life, but the appearance of this pill can help alleviate some of my anxiety about lifespan.

The descendants of this world have not developed more powerful martial arts, so now we can only rely on ourselves.

Liang Yue put the pill back and practiced meditation for a night.

The next morning.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door and Bao Zhao's voice was heard from outside.

The door opens automatically.

"come in."

Bao Zhao was holding a thick book.

"This is the technique that Xiaoyao Sect has recorded over the years, as well as the clues that have been collected."

"Sit down and talk. Don't be so reserved." Liang Yue said with a smile.

Bao Zhao briefly describes the development of martial arts and the master's artistic conception that is above the best.

"Each technique has its own artistic conception. When the Great Circulation is complete and the artistic conception is fully developed, one can then apply the internal force externally and perform the unique skills of the technique."

This is true of the "Dusk Shock" of the Lingnan Tan family, the "Not a Leaf Touches the Body" of the Xiaoyao School, and the "Youlong Stab" of the Youlong Sword Technique.

"It's still not enough." Liang Yue shook his head, "Put aside the technique, I will study it slowly in the future."

According to his own ideas, internal strength should be developed to the level of having "attributes", the Flame Fist can really release flames, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms can really have the dragon of internal strength.

Perhaps it is because the Age of Human Immortals has not yet arrived. It is now 506, and according to the prophecy, the Age of Human Immortals will begin in 530.

Twenty-four more years.

Bao Zhao added: "Brother Hongwen's family originated in Longxi, and may be the inheritance of the ancient Sky Eye clan."

Liang Yue noted the location, thinking that the blood of the Li family might be of great use.

"Senior Sister He Yun went to the Northern Wei Dynasty back then. She may have taken advantage of Emperor Xiaowen's reforms and led a large number of her followers to become the upper class of the Northern Wei Dynasty."

"Oh? Which family is it now?"

"Dugu (Liu), Balie (Liang), Yuwen (Yuwen), Baba (Changsun). They first changed their names to Xianbei, and then changed back to Han surnames with the help of Emperor Xiaowen Yuanhong. There must be someone in the Northern Wei who cooperated with them."

Liang Yue thought of Zong Ai back then. Perhaps Zong Ai was cooperating with them. He Yun should have contributed to the killing of Emperor Taiwu Tuoba Tao.

"She is truly a female hero who has influenced history." Liang Yue said with a smile, she is indeed his own daughter.

Future generations will have their own fortunes and misfortunes, and their stories are also fascinating.

When I go to the north to explore tombs in the future, maybe I can take a look at it.

While Liang Yue was thinking, Bao Zhao left unknowingly.

At noon, the sun is scorching, but the pavilion is filled with cool autumn breeze.

The four of them held a banquet and drank wine in the pavilion.

"I faked my own death at the age of sixty, and it's been twenty years now."

"My sixty years." Li Hongwen said with a smile.

"Brother Hongwen, let me toast you."

"Come!"

"Together." Liang Yue also raised his glass.

"Haha, so refreshing." Bao Zhao hasn't felt this way for many years.

After many years, we met again and talked about old friends who were scattered all over the world, and I felt very emotional.

The more prosperous it was in the past, the more lonely it is when we leave.

All over the world, where are my old friends?
As he was getting old and had not much time left, Bao Zhao was filled with joy when he suddenly saw his old friends and ancestors coming back to him.

"Pour the water onto the flat ground, and it will flow east, west, south, and north. Life is also destined, how can we walk and sigh or sit and worry?..."

Bao Zhao raised his cup and recited a poem, which was written when his old friends went their separate ways. Now he was reciting it again, already in his octogenarian years.

Several people were drunk and unconscious.

Liang Yue stood up and looked back outside the pavilion, feeling the hot afternoon breeze and seeming a little lonely.

The history is profound and heavy.

Two descendants of that time. One imprisoned himself for half his life and suffered a lot in his youth. The other wandered all his life and became a down-and-out scholar.

The world shouldn't be like this.

This should be a time of unification and prosperity.

Liu Yifeng may be one of the top ten emperors in history, and He Yun should be the empress who ruled the country.

With the talents of Lingyun and Bao Zhao, they should have ruled the world, instead of being the down-and-out literati they are now.

Li Hongwen should inherit the Changle School and carry forward martial arts instead of becoming a young man who dies halfway.

Xu Xianzhi and Xie Hui were killed, the empress and the prince disappeared, and old friends were scattered all over the world.

Too much, history should not be what it is now.

Those speculators and traitors who seek benefits for the family will have the last laugh in the end.

The long river of history will not turn back. When people die, they are dead, and future generations cannot change it.

History remains like this. The dead cannot speak, and no matter how their descendants dress them up, they will still be unable to express themselves.

Liang Yue turned around suddenly, and the three men were already drunk and unconscious. The sun was setting in the west, but the sky was still full of red clouds.

I'm back.

He has no intention of cleaning up the mess for future generations and pulling them through it all again.

It's not that I regret it. The path to immortality is lonely, and future generations will have their own fortunes and misfortunes. In the future, there may be tens of thousands of Liang family descendants, some of whom will achieve success and fame, while others will suffer misery and injustice.

Everything is history, except me.

History is scenery, and we are also a part of history.

Even though the river flows eastward and the past cannot be returned, the past is still unresolved and someone will need to unravel the mystery and clear the name of our ancestors.

Liang Yue drew out the Yitian Sword.

The frosty blade emitted a cold light, and I could still clearly remember Liu Yu taking out his sword and giving it to me under the tree that year.

"Brother, it's my turn."

The sword hummed.

The next day, Bao Zhao, Li Hongwen, and Liang Yue.

Three old men from the "old times" of Yongchu and Yuanjia embarked on the road of restoring order.

First stop, Lingnan.

Liang Yue put on the mask and sensed the changes of the seven birds along the way: swallow, turtle, crane, tiger, bear, ape, and deer.

The changes of the dragon are hidden in the subtle details, among the grass and python.

One must thoroughly understand all the previous changes before one can comprehend the changes of the true dragon.

Between the wooden geese, there are changes from dragons to snakes.

On the road, two old men rode side by side.

Sometimes monkeys appear in front, sometimes cranes roar, and tigers descend from the mountains.

"The magical powers are so mysterious and infinite." Li Hongwen exclaimed.

"Master's power is still as great as it was back then." Bao Zhao sighed inwardly. Today he still can't believe that Master has really returned.

It is foreseeable that the history that was once buried in the dust will soon see the light of day again.

"Youth without aging is really enviable."

"If the master rests in peace in the heavens in the future, it will be a great time for everyone to benefit from his enlightenment."

Master once said that if one could attain all great perfections, he would be able to rebuild heaven on earth.

This world has immortal methods but no immortal path, which is the regret of all practitioners. The master carries everyone's hope and walks towards an unknown future.

Above the immortal path, there is nothing that is not possible. Perhaps that day will really come.

……

Lingnan Panyu City.

The ancient road is quiet and the sunset is round.

Two old people and one young came here.

At the end of the distance, a city can be vaguely seen.

This place is the Panyu City where Tan Daoji once governed Lingnan.

The place where the Tan family lives.

Panyu City is not as prosperous as Jiangzuo, but it also has quite a few people.

After many years of operation by the Tan family, it is no longer in its former state of decline.

"Sir, take a look. Take a look. We have everything from Qiantang's pre-rain tea to Kuaiji's eight-treasure cake. We are honest and trustworthy."

In a roadside teahouse, waiters are greeting customers everywhere.

The three of them sat down in the teahouse and ordered a pot of green tea and a few plates of cakes.

Sit near the roadside and watch people coming and going.

During the Luoyang Incident, Liu Yilong and others were actually unsure. Most people were watching, and only a small number of people were willing to risk their lives and property to follow them.

There were too many variables in the Luoyang Incident.

After all, the imperial city was guarded by the great general Tan Daoji and his battle-hardened imperial guards. If they could hold on, external reinforcements would soon arrive.

If Tan Daoji had not betrayed them at the last minute, the outcome would have been unpredictable.

Liu Yifeng died too quickly. For Tan Daoji, his family's wealth and status could not be guaranteed. He might even be liquidated by the new emperor because of his great power. The risk was too great.

Although several generations of Liu Yifeng were kind, they advocated a northern expedition and could not stand the aristocratic families becoming powerful.

Tan Daoji thought it would be better to invest in someone else. After all, he had assisted Yi Fu all his life and their friendship was enough.

This earned him the position of a separatist prince.

"Second brother, wait for me!"

"Haha, keep up!"

The dandy young man laughed, cursed, and rode his horse at a gallop, causing passers-by to avoid him.

"This is the second son of the third branch of the Tan family!"

"Rich people wear gold and silver, they are really different from us."

"That's right. As soon as they are born, they worry about how to spend their money. We work hard every day to earn a few pieces of silver. How can we compare?"

"Who says people have good family backgrounds?"

A few experienced merchants drank and sighed.

Farming is not as good as doing business, and doing business is not as good as wielding power.

If a business has no customers and sources of goods, it will go bankrupt immediately. The aristocratic families control the mountains, rivers, lakes and marshes, and just sit back and collect money, and will never waste their time trying to make money.

"The Tan family is indeed wealthy." Li Hongwen sighed. If you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have known how prosperous this noble family is.

There are ten counties in Lingnan, and ten county governors in one family.

"The trees of the Southern Dynasties all come from Lingnan. The Tan family has a firm control over the mountains, rivers, lakes and marshes. These cannot be avoided by the Tan family, so naturally the family is rich and prosperous." Bao Zhao explained.

"Lingnan is a place of wealth and prosperity, with countless strategies, but unfortunately wealth is like smoke and clouds." Li Hongwen smiled meaningfully.

Liang Yue remained silent, paying attention to everything around him.

"We came at the right time today." Bao Zhao said suddenly.

"How to say?"

"Today is the anniversary of Tan Daoji's death. Every year at this time, Tan's descendants from all over the country come together to pay respect to their ancestors."

"So that's how it is. This Tan Hua is a tyrant."

The tribe has spread out and firmly holds the power of sacrifice, forming a centripetal force, and there will be great changes in the future.

Tan's ancestral hall.

The clan members gathered together, and more than a hundred direct descendants stood solemnly in front of the incense table and altar.

Tan Hua held Cao Cao's Qinggang sword in his left hand and the Daxia Longque sword that his ancestor obtained when he defeated Helian Bobo in his right hand.

Offering in front of the altar indicates the ancestors’ pioneering work.

"I bow down to the incense smoke that is curling around, communicating the sincerity of heaven and earth. Now there is a filial grandson, Tan Hua, who is here to announce the great ancestor's father, Ji Gong, and the great ancestor's mother, Liu. The weather is changing, and it is mid-autumn... I bow down to you and hope you will enjoy it!"

He led all his direct descendants to pay homage.

The sacrifice ended and the Tan clan banquet began.

Thousands of soldiers and servants were present at the banquet.

The Tan clan members and their children were all in the square outside.

In the back hall of the ancestral hall, more than thirty core clan members had already taken their seats.

Tan Hua walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger and sat down facing everyone's gaze.

He had spent more than ten years running Lingnan like an iron barrel, airtight; his family secretly kept hundreds of assassins and over ten thousand followers.

But this is not enough. Obtaining the six treasures of the Heavenly Master and cultivating a steady stream of masters are the foundation for the prosperity of the family.

He sits in the main seat and is loved by everyone.

My whole life is dedicated to my family.

At a glance, Tan Hua saw that the descendants were either talented in literature, or had great martial arts skills, or had extraordinary military strategies.

Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots. The future of the family depends on them. The eldest son will inherit the family and can take on great responsibilities.

Family inheritance is our responsibility.

When he saw the face of a young man in the crowd, a slightly familiar face, he was stunned for a moment.

Just like an old friend.

Tan Hua pointed at the young man who had appeared out of nowhere and asked, "Whose brother is this?"

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(Thanks to elvin for being the leader, I will add another chapter tonight)
(End of this chapter)