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

Chapter 169: White Jade Capital in Heaven, Twelve Towers and Five Cities.

In the 28th year of Kaiyuan, the world-famous Wu Wudi passed away.

Old friends came from all directions to pay their respects, and the emperor of the time also personally issued an imperial decree, bestowing the title of Zhenjun on Zetian.

In front of Tongtian Tower.

One hundred thousand disciples gathered together, and the banks of the Yangtze River were crowded with people, who came to see them off.

The coffin containing Wu Mingkong's clothes and bones was buried in Zijin Mountain under the gaze of everyone.

Liang Yue and Li Bai stood side by side.

"Mortals cannot live forever, but if they can leave behind lasting achievements in the world and leave them in the memory of the nation, it can be considered another form of immortality." Liang Yue thought.

Memories and longings exist beyond the dimensions of time and space.

Li Bai remained silent, as if thinking about something.

He did not ask where his master's body had gone, as he knew that his great-grandmaster had made his own arrangements.

Li Bai is thinking about a decision that will affect Li Tang's future.

All the money in this world will eventually be earned, and the development of Tianxiahui will also reach its limit. At that time, the ambitious people in Tianxiahui will seek to go further - imperial power.

The era of the Northern and Southern Dynasties may be about to begin.

It is better to make some difficult decisions while the master is still alive.

When the funeral is over, it doesn’t matter whether everyone is sincere or not. The dead don’t care about the etiquette of the living.

"Have you really decided?" Liang Yue looked at Li Bai. It was not easy to give up one's career.

"Decided."

Li Bai stood in front of the crowd.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the leader of the martial arts world slowly spoke:
"For the next five sessions, Tianxiahui will no longer participate in the Wulin Alliance Leader Conference."

Wow!
When these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar, and some young and hot-tempered people could no longer keep their composure.

The martial arts conference is the place where every disciple dreams of becoming famous.

"Silence." Li Bai's voice was clearly heard by someone, "Each of the twelve hall masters of the Tianxia Association will establish a sect, and this sect can participate in the martial arts conference."

Afterwards, Li Bai established several rules, and the Tianxiahui's 100,000 main disciples were rapidly reduced to 3,000, split into more than 20 branches.

The format of the martial arts conference remains unchanged, with the various factions using the Tianxiahui as a link.

This news spread to all factions across the country, and for a time, the martial arts world was shaken.

"It is not easy to retreat bravely from the rapids."

"The Tianxia Association will become a thousand-year-old sect."

The Tianxiahui originally involved too many interests, but fortunately Wu Mingkong suppressed them and no chaos occurred. However, once Wu Mingkong dies, some suppressed demands will burst out.

No sect can remain strong forever, just like a century-old dynasty or a thousand-year-old family.

The century-old supreme master of martial arts was extremely glorious, but his rise was rapid and his fall was sudden.

The thousand-year-old sect is like a trickle of water, endless.

After the meeting, Li Bai passed the position of the sect leader to the next generation.

This day, early morning.

The east is already bright and the morning light is dim.

Li Bai was holding a sword and carrying a bag, dressed like a traveling scholar.

He ran into Liang Yue who was about to go out.

"Eh. Grandmaster, what are you doing...?"

"Walk around." Liang Yue was also dressed like a scholar, with a big black dog following him.

"Where is the Grandmaster going?"

"I don't know."

Liang Yue also has no goals.

This year I am 132 years old, and in 15 years it will be the day recorded as "In the Year of the Sheep, the Snowland will revive again."

Liang Yue wanted to take a look and see what was going on.

Maybe it's a great opportunity, or maybe it's a catastrophe.

No matter what, as the climax of the human-immortal era, it must be a big event.

Let this incident mark the end of this era.

"Master, how about going to Chang'an with me?"

"Alright."

Two people, two horses and a dog set out on the ancient road and headed north.

“Wait for me!!!”

Hearing a shout from behind, the two stopped and turned around to see that it was Meng Haoran.

"Brother Taibai, Grandmaster, I also want to go out and take a look."

"Then let's go together." Xiaotian was sitting behind Liang Yue. Xiaotian barked softly, and the horse galloped away, disappearing at the end of the ancient road.

The two hurried to catch up.

Chang'an was a prosperous city with magnificent walls.

The city is like a majestic giant beast, crouching on the earth, and the city gate is like the beast's mouth, swallowing up people from all over the world.

Hu merchants, foreign envoys, people from the north and south, and scholars from all over the country came in an endless stream.

In front of Tongtian Medical Clinic, patients come and go, and unfamiliar doctors treat them, passing on the skills of Tongtian Taoist priest.

Tongtian Taoist is good at surgery, so most of the patients are suffering from external injuries. At the steamed cake stall across the street, three people sat around the table and looked at the scene at Tongtian Medical Clinic.

Li Bai explained: "Master Shangguan inherited the medical clinic and lived in Chang'an in his later years."

Wu Mingkong divided the inheritance of Tongtian Taoist into two parts: one is the Tongtian Medical School, and the other is the Tianxia Association.

"The Tongtian Medical School is not the only one in the Tongtian Medical Clinic. All the medical clinics in the entire northern land belong to the Tongtian School."

The biggest news in Chang'an City recently is that the Tongtian Medical School has discovered a method to prevent smallpox and a technique to reattach severed limbs.

"Good, good, good." Liang Yue praised repeatedly.

Compared with the Tianxia Association, the Tongtian Medical School is the most gratifying, as it is a great cause that will have an impact for thousands of years.

A group of three people traveled around Chang'an and visited famous scholars.

Li Bai bought a detached house, and the three of them lived in it from then on.

"Who says it's hard to live in Chang'an? I don't think so."

In the courtyard, Li Bai smiled at everyone.

"Brother Taibai was the leader of the martial arts world of the previous generation, so the government will give him this bit of face. But it may not be the case for others." Meng Haoran said with a smile.

After that, everyone stayed here.

Liang Yue did not reveal his identity, but claimed to be a descendant of the Penglai royal family.

Listen to operas, visit gardens, and compose poetry at banquets.

Liang Yue was generous and liked to make friends with celebrities. He often spent a lot of money to buy a piece of calligraphy. This solved the survival problems of many poor scholars. Many poets wrote poems to praise Shanbo Taoist's generosity.

During the Lantern Festival, the streets of Chang'an are decorated with lanterns and are brightly lit.

Ladies in the boudoir, officials, wealthy businessmen, talented scholars, celebrities, peddlers and hawkers all took to the streets to celebrate the festival.

There are dragon dancing, stilt walking, iron flower making, and Hu Ji performing the Hu Xuan dance.

The characteristic of the Lantern Festival is the nighttime sacrifice, which starts at dusk and ends at dawn.

This night didn't end so easily.

A private room by the window in Mochoufang Restaurant.

Liang Yue, Li Bai and the other six, a total of eight people gathered here.

The eight people are the "Eight Immortals of Chang'an" that the people of Chang'an talk about with great relish. Among them are famous people such as He Zhizhang, Zhang Xu, Zhang Ruoxu, and Du Fu.

At this time, everyone was concentrating on looking at several calligraphy and paintings, especially Li Bai, who was the most focused.

"Oh my God, these are the authentic works of Bao Zhao, Xie Lingyun and Xie Xuan." Li Bai couldn't let go of them. His mind was immersed in them, as if he had returned to the Southern Dynasties.

He particularly admired Bao and Xie, and in his early poems he often imitated their writing styles.

The only regret in this life is that I have no chance to appreciate the paintings of ancient people.

I never thought that the ancestors actually had their original works.

People rushed to pass it around, and lamented that there were too few authentic works by previous generations.

Liang Yue smiled but said nothing, "Everyone, you might as well leave behind your original works, so that future generations won't lament like today that they can't see the works of our predecessors."

"How can we compare with the ancients? Even if we leave behind authentic works, how can future generations read them?"

"Why not?"

In the modern future, Liang Yue plans to open a unique museum so that future generations can admire the original works of their predecessors.

"Okay, come on!" Li Bai was the first to come forward.

In the 29th year of Kaiyuan, the Eight Immortals left behind famous works, and Liang Yue collected their original works.

Everyone was drunk and was sent home by someone arranged by the restaurant.

Liang Yue and Li Bai walked in the empty alley.

The cool breeze blows, and I sober up a little.

For some reason, Liang Yue suddenly felt a little tired.

"All things become old..."

Liang Yue understood that this was a sign of the aging of all things. However, as his cultivation level increased, the aging of all things became much slower and not as cruel as before.

It's time to say goodbye to this place and return to Penglai to practice in seclusion.

There are still seventeen years before the corpse is dismembered.

The moon is bright in the sky and the stars are shining.

Liang Yue turned to look at Li Bai and said, "Taibai, the master will leave Chang'an."

"Take care, Master!" Li Bai had expected this. Although he was surprised, he did not try to keep him.

Liang Yue nodded.

Next, the whole person turned into a stream of light and flew into the white clouds in the sky. Above the white clouds, there were faint traces of beautiful buildings.

"This……"

Li Bai stood there in a daze, looking at the white clouds gradually disappearing, and all the mysteries were explained.

He was shocked at first, then relieved, and then felt heroic to look at everything lightly.

"Haha, he is truly a banished immortal."

After saying that, he laughed and left without staying.

The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor.

Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.

(Please give me a monthly ticket.)
(End of this chapter)