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

Chapter 79: Xiaoyao Sect, the decline of all laws
The first year of Jianshi.

Seven years passed slowly.

This year, Liang Yue was forty years old, and the jade silkworm had wrapped itself around forty times.

The eighty-year life is already halfway through.

In Shanyin, Kuaiji, beside the green mountains, Liuzhuang is still a paradise, without any conflicts with the outside world.

In Wutong Garden, the sun shines through the shade of the trees, warming people’s faces and making them feel carefree.

Liang Yue was still lying on the original recliner.

Time has not left any traces on his face. His wife Zhu Yingtai is 37 years old and has achieved some success in internal skills. Although she has no combat experience, she has been able to maintain her appearance and looks young.

Outside Qingshan Garden.

At this time, a man and a woman came. The man had a strong build and a faint scar at the corner of his eye.

The woman had a single ponytail and looked heroic.

The two people were Liu Juetan Daoji and his wife, followed by a little boy of four or five years old.

After a year, I returned to Liuzhuang again.

Tan Daoji squatted down and whispered to his son, "Hu Chen, this is where your father grew up."

The two looked at the place where they grew up, feeling deeply moved.

"Liuzhuang has always been like this. It's like going back to the old days."

Liu Jue smiled and said, "That's not the case. The place where my grandmother, uncle and I lived was very shabby."

"It's very shabby?" Tan Huchen asked with a runny nose, "Doesn't that mean you're not happy?"

"No, that was a very happy time." Liu Jue touched his son's head.

At the entrance of the fortress, the soldiers guarding the gate were much older. When they saw that it was Tan Daoji and others coming, they opened the door without asking any questions.

All the way to Wutong Garden.

The spring light is dim and the pool is clear.

Xie Xuan was still standing high above, with white robe and white hair, blowing in the chilly spring breeze.

The twelve-year-old Liang Jingming is 30% similar to his father and is now struggling to learn to read. The young man Xie Lingyun, who is acting as his teacher, is shaking his head in confusion.

"There is only one stone in the world, and you, Liang Jingming, owe a bucket!"

Liang Heyun stood tall and graceful, and adjusted the angles of her moves with the occasional guidance from her master Xie Xuan.

"Sister Jue'er, are you here? Wait a moment, I'll wake up father!"

She came to her father and called him for a long time, her tone gradually becoming anxious.

"Mom, look at Dad, he's pretending to be asleep!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Yue woke up leisurely and said angrily: "He Yun, you don't want to let the old man sleep, right?"

"Old man? How are you old?" Liang Heyun said unhappily.

"The book says that it is rare for people to live to be seventy, so dad is half an old man." Liang Jingming said after a little thought.

"You just curse your father!"

Liang Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His son's emotional intelligence was a little low, but the good thing was that he was a down-to-earth person.

"Okay, okay, don't bother with the juniors." Zhu Yingtai covered her mouth and chuckled.

After some banter, Liang Yue looked at Tan Daoji and said, "Daoji, what are you here for this time?"

"Master, I intend to resign from the position of the leader of Changle Sect."

Tan Daoji had a determined look in his eyes. He had been the sect leader for more than ten years. He worked diligently, followed the instructions of the leader, and did not hold any official position.

Now that Liang Heyun has grown up and has become a master, it is time for him to retire and strive for his own fame and fortune.

"Brother Dao Ji!" Liang Heyun exclaimed.

The others were about to persuade him, but Liang Yue suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, what are you going to do next?"

"Fight on the battlefield, punish treacherous officials, and fight against the barbarians in the north."

Last year, Sima Dezong died of drunkenness, and Sima Daozi ascended the throne and became emperor, establishing the Jianshi era.

At the beginning of this year, the Huan family annexed the forces of their allies, integrated the forces of Jingzhou, Yangzhou, Yizhou, Jiaozhou, Ningzhou and other places, attacked Jiankang and controlled Sima Daozi.

Huan's decades of efforts finally turned into real power.

Liu Yu was elected as the leader of the alliance and was fighting in various places.

For a time, the war was raging.

Tan Daoji has always had the ambition to be a famous general, so how could he be willing to miss such a grand event?

After saying that, he solemnly handed the Huairen Sword and Huaiyi Knife to Liang Heyun.

"Me?" Liang Heyun was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's you." Liang Yue said, and then looked at Tan Daoji, "Daoji, you were indecisive when you were young, but now you have been tempered. You have the ability to do great things with determination. Just go for it."

"Yes!"

After receiving Liang Yue's comments, Tan Daoji's confidence increased greatly.

"Go back." Liang Yue waved his hand.

Tan Daoji was in a trance.

Yes, today I am completely independent, just like my brothers Tan Shao, Xu Xianzhi, and Xu Jingming...

"Thank you for your cultivation, Master!"

Tan Daoji, his wife and children knelt down and paid their respects, then left quietly.

Liang Heyun finally realized what was happening. "I am the sect leader now?" Liang Heyun's eyes became firm, and he said, "Dad, I will definitely make the Changle Sect flourish! Let's go!"

Liang Heyun leaped several feet high and floated away on the treetops, showing his profound Pure Yang internal energy skills.

"Be careful!" Zhu Yingtai shouted. No matter what time, a child is always a child in the eyes of a mother.

Xie Xuan was on the treetops. Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Young people always want to achieve great things. Hey, it reminds me of the old days."

After saying this, he glanced vaguely at Xie Lingyun who was standing beside him.

Xie Lingyun shrank his neck, as if he felt a little cold on his collar.

At this time, two ox carts drove over.

The soldier got off the car and reported, "Master, this is the book sent by Brother Tan."

"Well, just leave it there." Liang Yue nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Liu Yu managed the local area and had a deeper understanding of it. The classics he obtained were vast and the clues were even more confusing.

"It would be nice to have someone to help organize the records."

Liang Yue looked around.

Xie Xuan definitely can't do it, and Liang Jingming probably can't do such a complicated job. Yingtai can just do what she likes.

After much thought, the only option is Xie Lingyun.

Xie Lingyun, who felt a little calm just now, suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing.

"Lingyun, uncle has a task for you to do."

Xie Lingyun put down the book in his hand, forced a cold smile, and said, "Uncle, what can I do for you? I am not very knowledgeable and I am afraid I cannot shoulder such an important task."

"Humph." Xie Xuan snorted coldly, "You've been eating and drinking for free for so many years, so just do it when I ask you to. Why are you wasting your time talking!"

Xie Lingyun was most afraid of his grandfather, so he changed the subject and said with a smile: "If it is within my ability, I will do my best to help you!"

Liang Yue stood up, paced back and forth, and said: "No trouble, I plan to create a sect."

"I don't accept disciples!"

"It's up to you whether to accept it or not. You can just find a successor to pass it on in the future."

Xie Lingyun's eyes lit up and he said, "That's great. What's the name of this sect? What does it do?"

At this time, Liang Yue stood still.

Wow!
The breeze blows through the phoenix trees and willows, rippling the spring water in the pond.

Liang Yue's eyes were bright, as if they could see through the vicissitudes of time and remained fresh over time.

"It's called Xiaoyao Sect. We seek out history and record history."

"Xiaoyao Sect? It's a good name." Xie Lingyun stopped smiling and became more serious. "Recording history, searching for history, isn't that what a historian should do? This may not be an easy task."

"You can record whatever you like. The most important thing is to find the history. So, sort out these books first."

Xie Lingyun smiled and said, "Then I will be extremely happy to record the people around me and be an emotional historian."

Watch history and feel free and at ease.

The name of this school fits the title.

Under the scorching sun, the young Xie Lingyun smiled with anticipation for the future.

"hapiness?"

Liang Yue looked at the boy and whispered to himself, "Maybe he will be happy."

night.

Inside the Penglai Dan Room.

Liang Yue was wearing a cloak and had a perpetual lamp in front of him.

Sit cross-legged and close your eyes to practice.

The true Qi is like a nebula, circulating throughout the body.

The soul seemed like a smaller version of himself, with five hearts facing the sky and eyes closed.

The invisible jade silkworm lies in the Dantian, breathing in internal energy and generating true qi.

Liang Yue's mind moved, and he stopped the jade silkworm, allowing the true energy to circulate on its own without the help of external forces.

It can be seen that when the true Qi circulates throughout the body, there is an unknown suction force that devours the vitality in the body.

"Is this a sign of decline? No wonder my Qi progress has been slow in the past few years." Liang Yue thought.

When one practices to a certain level, the body begins to age and the true Qi will automatically circulate to repair problems in the body, preventing the person from becoming old and sick like an ordinary person.

This cycle requires the absorption of external spiritual energy. Insufficient spiritual energy will instead devour one's own true energy, and insufficient true energy will in turn devour one's own vitality.

This is what Liu An called decline and aging.

The current level will not cause me to decline, I just need to replenish my internal energy a little to make up for it.

In the future, as I get older, I will probably age faster and consume more of my internal energy.

"But I have jade silkworms that absorb my internal energy to replenish my true qi, so I won't be as old and weak as Liu An in his fifties. I should have no problem living until I'm eighty."

The lack of internal strength requires a lot of elixirs to make up for it. But as long as the cycle is formed, there is true qi and internal strength in the body, plus magic weapons and troops, there will always be no problem in protecting the way.

Liang Yue was fully prepared.

"However, it's time to be more proactive and prepare for the next life of corpse transformation."

Liang Yue has a far-sighted gaze.

He started preparing for his funeral at the age of 40, which showed that he was forward-thinking.

(End of this chapter)