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

Chapter 96: Worthy of History, the Human-Immortal Era

The sun rises and sets, flowers bloom and fall, a circle of silk represents a year.

In the Penglai Dan Room, Liang Yue sat cross-legged and regulated his breathing, with his palms facing the sky. In his palms lay a jade silkworm that was invisible to others.

The plump body of the jade silkworm is wrapped with sixty-three circles of silk threads, covering most of its body.

Liang Yue took a pill, and his internal energy was continuously generated. The jade silkworm then transformed the internal energy into true energy, which finally entered the Heavenly Master Seal.

The original limit of true Qi was one hundred strands, but after three years of soul aging, it has now become ninety strands.

While it has not yet declined, Liang Yue tries to store as much true energy as possible without affecting himself.

No internal energy is needed at all. According to the documents left by Qin Shihuang, the He Shi Bi can store three thousand strands of true energy.

If the Six Yang Formation is in standby mode instead of activated mode, it can last less than one ray of energy in ten days, and it can easily last for sixty years.

Therefore, when Liang Yue is free, he will take the initiative to store some true energy. Now that he is back home, he has plenty of resources for himself to consume.

After finishing the exercise, Liang Yue came to Wutong Garden.

"grandfather!!"

Two little ones came running over to say hello, and there was another one who had just learned to walk and was sleeping soundly in Zhu Yingtai's arms.

The Liang clan now has its third generation.

There is a guqin "Dielianhua" on the table.

"Yingtai, come here quickly..."

Liang Yue greeted him.

"what happened?"

"Play a song for us." Liang Yue said with a smile.

Zhu Yingtai rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "Why are you getting lazier lately?"

"I'm already sixty-three, what else can I do if I'm not lazy?"

"makes sense."

Zhu Yingtai smiled slightly and began to play the piano.

The sound of the piano is like the gurgling of flowing water, lingering in the air for three days.

The mandarin ducks in the lake have changed batch after batch, but the ones from that time are still here.

When people get old, they always like to reminisce about the past.

"Yingtai."

"what happened?"

"How old were you when you started school?"

"Sixteen... How did you discover my true identity back then?"

"Ahem, it's okay."

Liang Yue pretended to be old and confused and shifted his attention elsewhere.

It's impossible for him to say that he had a three-meter-long divine thought back then. Walls can't block divine thoughts.

Lying there for a while, Liang Yue fell into a deep sleep.

In the manor, Liang Jingming had nothing to do, so he wandered around the countryside.

He doesn't have many hobbies. One is practicing martial arts, the other is making elixirs. When he has nothing to do, he would walk in the fields.

The Changle sect is not interested in worldly wealth and fame. Apart from practicing martial arts, they farm and study, and usually receive a salary from Liuzhuang.

Of course, Liang Jingming does not restrict others from going out to make achievements, but they can just withdraw from the Changle Sect in advance.

If we can part ways in peace, the Taoist tradition can also flourish.

This is the loosest organization, and it is also the organization with the best relationship between the withdrawn personnel and the original forces.

It is more like a school than a sect.

Compared with the Xiaoyao Sect which only has Xie Lingyun, it is much stronger.

At the foot of Kuaiji Mountain.

A ragged boy, skinny as a skeleton, staggered here.

"finally reached."

The boy looked at the palace on the mountain, his eyes became blurry, and he fell to the ground.

boom!
After a while, a passerby discovered him and rushed him to the mountain for treatment.

When the boy woke up again, he found a middle-aged man standing in front of the bed.

"Are you Immortal Xu?"

"Who are you? Where do you live?" Xu Jingming asked with a smile.

"My last name is Li, I don't have a name, my parents died early, my ancestral home is in Sichuan, now I am wandering around..."

The boy was only eight years old and had no prominent family background. His family had been farmers for generations. He had been a child soldier and had also secretly learned to read and write in a private school run by a wealthy family.

Later, because his clan was destroyed by the current emperor, he wandered around the world.

The boy was not a wanderer. He had a strange disease passed down from his ancient ancestors. After he turned ten, his internal organs began to heat up, his vision became blurred, and he became blind. He usually did not live past the age of twenty-five.

"Twenty-five years old? Is every generation like this?" Xu Jingming said in surprise. He had never seen such a strange disease.

"Yes."

Xu Jingming thought for a moment, then said, "You stay and observe. Since you fell down in Hongwen Pavilion and were found, how about calling you Li Hongwen?"

"Thank you, God!"

The boy bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

Jiankang City.

Liu Yifeng sat firmly in the rear and had a firm grip on the court.

Wearing the imperial crown, he is majestic without even getting angry. Looking through the memorials sent by various parties, most of them are greetings and small talk.

The "memorial of greeting" is a system established at the suggestion of my master Liang Yue. It stipulates that officials of a certain level must submit a memorial every month, even if they have nothing to do.

One is to grasp the movements of officials in various places, and the other is to facilitate capable officials to smuggle secret reports.

In addition, there are black guards from various places.

A two-pronged approach: crack down on corrupt officials and promote talented people.

In addition, he employed cruel officials and eunuchs, who helped him crack down on wealthy merchants and bureaucrats and make huge amounts of money for the Northern Expedition.

Previous Northern Expeditions had failed repeatedly, mostly because the aristocratic families were too stingy to contribute, and the court could only exploit the people, resulting in the fact that the more Northern Expeditions were launched, the worse the lives of the people in the South became.

Now they turn to wealthy families for wealth. Although their reputation will be a little worse in the future, it will not affect the normal life of the people.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and another three years have passed.

The sixth year of Yuanjia.

In the Three Wu areas, a wealthy family would go bankrupt almost every year. The "cruel official" Xie Hui and the "treacherous minister" Xu Xianzhi caused public outrage and the people were resented, making life miserable.

The southeast region is no longer as prosperous as it once was.

Instead, the imperial army occupied most of the land south of the Yellow River and completely controlled the two capitals of Luoyang and Chang'an.

The Xiongnu, Qiang and other barbarian forces were all destroyed.

The world entered an era when the Northern Wei and Southern Song dynasties were competing with each other. The two sides fought back and forth over the two sides of the Yellow River, engaging in a protracted battle.

A protracted war began between the powerful barbarians and the revived Southern Dynasty.

In Liuzhuang, on the sentry tower, sixty-six-year-old Liang Yue looked into the distance.

Next to him was the young boy Liang Ren, who also looked in the direction the old ancestor was looking.

Compared with the Yongchu period, Kuaiji in the sixth year of Yuanjia was much more depressed. "Grandpa, why did the emperor insist on fighting despite the dissuasion?" Liang Ren asked.

In recent years, there have been many complaints among the people, especially the wealthy and powerful families. Some people would curse the emperor just as someone else would rush in through the door in black clothes. The scene was very scary.

Some people say that such warmongering and vanity are no different from Liu Che.
Liuzhuang was not affected as the Liang family had an exclusive status. Liang Jingming had already distributed the extra land to other families during the years he managed the household.

"Child, you will understand in the future." Liang Yue sighed deeply, "If we don't finish the war, future generations will have to fight more wars and suffer more."

This has been Liang Yue’s lifelong dream. Now that he is old and can barely protect himself, he can only place his hope on Yi Fu.

Yi Fu may have let down the people of this world, but in the future, looking back on the entire history, he can hold his head high and be worthy of the Han Dynasty.

"Is that so..." Liang Ren fell into thought.

Looking beyond the present and looking at history, how do future generations evaluate Yuanjia?
He couldn't think of anything, so he thought of something else.

"Grandpa, Master intends to train me to be the successor of the Xiaoyao Sect."

"Very good, I'll follow your master's decision."

Liang Yue was too lazy to pay attention and turned back to Wutong Garden to rest.

At this time, a carriage drove over.

The person who came was Xu Jingming.

"Master, I have something to report!"

Xu Jingming brought a child who was in his early teens to visit Liang Yue.

Liang Yue noticed this strange child at first sight.

The child's body temperature was abnormally high, even much higher than a high fever. He should be in great pain, but he said nothing and had a calm expression, showing that he was a man of extremely strong will.

What’s even more peculiar is that this person has a red birthmark between his eyebrows.

Liang Yue pointed at the boy's forehead and said, "Is this a birthmark?"

"No, this is a mark that only appears when you are ten years old."

Xu Jingming has been practicing medicine for many years, but this is the first time he has encountered this strange disease.

Li Hongwen looked curiously at the old man whom Xu Shenxian highly respected. This man's gaze seemed to have a calming power.

The man put his hand on his forehead, his hand was both cold and warm.

"People from Li Hongwen's lineage don't live past the age of 25. They die in old age. Apart from that, there are no other signs of abnormality."

Liang Yue closed his eyes, sensed with his mind, and let his true energy flow.

There seems to be a different bloodline in this person's body, especially in the area between his eyebrows.

This bloodline is weak, but it is full of vitality and wants to devour everything to grow stronger.

It is dozens of times stronger than the demon blood in some Hu people.

Is this a demon?

That’s not right. There is no evil spirit as mentioned in ancient books.

Could it be an ancient strange man?
According to legend, there were humans in ancient times who were born with supernatural powers. Although their spiritual energy was lost, they did not become extinct all at once.

The person in front of me might be a descendant of aliens.

There is no spiritual energy in its blood, so it can only devour the host.

What kind of bloodline is this? Liang Yue was very curious about this.

"You will stay here from now on."

"Thank you, God!"

Li Hongwen knelt down and kowtowed.

From then on, there was one more young man in Liuzhuang.

This child is different from others. He is a newcomer to a wealthy family. He is neither humble nor arrogant, eats simply and is not swayed by external things.

He is not like other children who make trouble everywhere and show their naughty nature after getting familiar with others.

Liang Yue tried various medicines and gave injections to this person, but Li Hongwen said nothing.

Liang Jingming, who was standing by, exclaimed: "Dad, this child is suitable for practicing the Vajra Indestructible Skill."

"Learn it all. A strong physique will help you resist blood." Liang Yue looked at the child with a determined look and said with a smile, "Learn martial arts from me in the future."

Thirty years later, Liang Yue, who had nothing to do, began to think about training disciples.

Liang Ren studied literature, Liang Yi was interested in building a career, and Liang Xin was still young.

In the future, Li Hongwen can become the head of the Changle School.

"Yes, Master!"

Li Hongwen bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

Time passes gradually.

Secret reports were sent from the north to help the Han army's northern expedition. The Han army crossed the Yellow River for the first time and defeated the Hu Lu.

On this day, in the Penglai Danshi.

Li Hongwen sat cross-legged with golden needles inserted all over his body.

The eternal lamp radiates pure gold energy.

Liang Yue pointed with his finger, his eyes flashing, and Li Hongwen instantly fell into an illusion.

Then he clasped his hand on the man's forehead and poured his inner energy madly into his limbs and bones.

click!
The hollow awl drilled a hole between the man's eyebrows, and the true energy and spiritual thoughts forced the blood out of his veins bit by bit.

Da da da...

Blood dripped onto the jade plate. It was purple blood that exuded a mysterious aura.

Liang Yue put it away solemnly.

It may be of great use in the future.

Li Hongwen opened his eyes and felt his body cool. He was no longer in pain and couldn't help but burst into tears. The thousand-year curse on his family was finally over.

"Thank you very much for saving my life, Master. I will work like a slave to repay you for your kindness."

"It's okay, you can rest for a few days first."

If Liang Yue had not been together for a long time and understood this person's character, he would not have to go to so much trouble to solve his bloodline problem.

After sending his disciples away, Liang Yue sat down to regulate his breathing.

After curing his illness, Li Hongwen's internal strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he was poised to become the leader of the next generation.

More than ten days later, Xie Lingyun finally arrived.

"Master, I followed the location that Hongwen said and found what his ancestors had buried..."

Liang Yue picked up the stone carving and looked at it.

"The Shu God Silkworm Cong Heavenly Eye?"

It turned out to be the bloodline of the ancient Shu King Cancong. The so-called third eye is the third eye between the eyebrows.

This thing is actually the blood of the Heavenly Eye? It is indeed the blood of an alien.

Can I practice by myself?

Liang Yue looked down again and saw Guangchengzi's secret words.

"It's Guangchengzi again."

Seeing the text below, Liang Yue was extremely shocked.