The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

At the same time, the battle on the other side also entered a fierce stage.

A big man laughed loudly, looking up to the sky, "I, Fu Nantian, will exchange my cultivation for the emperor's life of 800 years!"

As he spoke, he slapped his palm and pushed his enemy away. He burned his cultivation and rushed towards Li Shanhe, who was wearing a royal robe and exuding dragon energy, regardless of everything.

Then...

Blow up!

"Rumble..."

Dust billowed into the sky.

Li Shanhe looked extremely ugly.

This is not over yet.

A woman also shouted to the sky, "I, Fu Yue, will give the emperor a lifespan of 700 years!"

As she spoke, she also ignited her cultivation and life, and flew towards the True Dragon Emperor like a moth to a flame.

Rumble…

A violent explosion sounded again.

"I, Fu Lie, will live a thousand years in exchange!"

"I, Fujiu, in exchange for 5,000 years of life!"

……

One after another, figures, burning their lives, flew towards the emperor.

This tragic scene, combined with the lingering poem "Qushui Lanting", seems particularly tragic.

Longyue, no, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her Fu Tao. She stood in the center of the river, her eyes wet.

Li Shanhe was suspended in the air, intact, but every explosion consumed a large amount of spiritual energy in his body.

"What a great Baiyou Dynasty! What a great Fu family! They are truly brave!"

Li Shanhe suddenly laughed, "Come on! Bring as much as you can, I'll take it all!"

"Good! You are worthy of being the emperor of a continent!" The man who had been restraining Li Shanhe before, his eyes were full of golden light, "I, Fu Rang, will exchange my life span for 40,000 years today!"

The words fell.

His whole body was surrounded by golden light, and he rushed towards Li Shanhe, causing a shocking movement.

The mountains and rivers all shook.

Li Shanhe spat out a mouthful of blood.

The dragon energy on the body also dissipated a little.

Li Changxiao sat on the top of a tower, watching the scene quietly.

All I can do is drink.

I just want to drink.

The show ended with the song "Qushui Lanting".

Between heaven and earth, the voice of the last member of the Fu family rang out.

"I, Fu Tao, will live three thousand years today!"

Afterwards, Longyue, the famous courtesan in Lingtian City, whose beautiful legs had captured the hearts of millions of men, resolutely rushed towards Li Shanhe.

Li Shanhe looked ugly, his temples were gray, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were very obvious.

With a loud bang, brilliant sparks filled the sky.

The fragrance disappears and the jade dies.

Li Changxiao drank silently and sighed in his heart. The only person in Lingtian City who remembered him was gone.

He couldn't help but hum the song "Qushui Lanting" softly.

This sudden attack, which had been planned for hundreds of years, came to an end.

It's just a song of "Qujiang Lanting". Just like the fireworks last night.

Brilliant and short-lived.

Li Shanhe landed on the river bank, and countless ministers, generals, and concubines surrounded him all of a sudden.

"Your Majesty, please punish me for my failure to save you!"

A man in iron armor knelt on one knee.

"The problem is not with you." Li Shanhe shook his head helplessly, "I didn't realize that times have changed."

"They launched a charge at the cost of their lives and cultivation. In this era when spiritual energy is exhausted and magic weapons cannot be used, you cannot stop them."

"And if I want to hide, I have to use my body skills, which will still consume a lot of spiritual energy, and the result will be the same."

If this assassination had taken place during that era when spiritual energy was at its peak, it would undoubtedly have been an absolute failure.

But, nowadays.

But it is a tragic move that cannot be resolved.

The fundamental purpose is to consume Li Shanhe's spiritual energy.

"I'm tired." Li Shanhe was exhausted both physically and mentally. There was not much spiritual energy left in his body. Without the nourishment of spiritual energy, his life span would decline rapidly...

That’s why the Fu family said it was “exchanging longevity”.

In this era, even if an ant bites a person, it will hurt!

……

Snowing.

It's snowing again.

There is snow every year and blood every year.

Li Changxiao sat on the top of the tower, drinking alone, watching the river surface gradually returning to calm, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually covering the ground with a layer of silver.

Yesterday, Li Changxiao asked Fu Tao the same question again, why did she remember him. This time, he wanted to hear the truth.

Fu Tao told him that she felt sorry for Li Changxiao at that time. He had no cultivation, but was exiled 30,000 miles away on a winter's day.

He would almost certainly die on the way, and if a prince like this died in exile, there would be a high probability that no one would know about it, mourn him, or remember him.

At that time, Fu Tao thought that it would be better to remember him.

So, I remembered it.

That's it.

Li Changxiao couldn't help laughing at that time.

She also told Li Changxiao that the Baiyou flower is a rare flower in her hometown. It only blooms in winter and can gather the fragrance of hundreds of flowers. It cannot be grown anywhere else.

She also specifically told Li Changxiao her real name, saying that in return, Li Changxiao must also remember her real name.

That night, Fu Tao seemed to open up and talked a lot with Li Changxiao.

Li Changxiao could hardly get a word in.

"Fu Tao, I'll remember this." Li Changxiao smiled lightly and poured the remaining wine into the air.

The spiritual energy is exhausted, some are happy, some are sad. For the cultivators in the world, the road to immortality is cut off, but for the Fu family lurking in Lingtian City, it is a good opportunity for revenge.

Come to think of it, I am somewhat similar to the Fu family.

If I didn't have that immortal body, I would probably do the same.

Li Changxiao is not a free and easy person. Most of the time, he is just pretending to be free and easy.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had so many things that he couldn’t let go of during the first seven hundred years of his cultivation journey.

Wine makes me sad.

Li Changxiao was not drunk for a long time.

His figure flashed and appeared on Lingtian River.

The Qingping sword was unsheathed.

Snow was falling heavily, he held the hilt of the sword and made a roar like a river python.

A giant python took shape behind him.

He waved lightly.

The river water is flowing back, like a fierce python crossing the river, overwhelming...

Then, a thousand waves were stirred up.

And among the waves, a hint of green flashed.

He stretched out his hand and held an emerald green bamboo flute, the one that Longyue played.

His figure was like a dream, and he could travel a thousand miles with one step.

When the officers and soldiers arrived, they could only see the surging river and the falling snow.

Li Changxiao had already appeared on the street with a green bamboo flute around his waist.

Holding the bamboo flute in his hand, as smooth as jade, Li Chang smiled.

Actually, Fu Tao was right about one thing.

During his 30,000-mile exile, Li Changxiao was really thinking, if he died on the road, would anyone remember him? Although he had an immortal body, he was only immortal, not immortal.

Thirty thousand miles is too far, and there are too many surprises.

The fear and frustration I felt back then are still vivid in my mind. If I had known at that time that a woman who only glanced at me briefly would remember me for nearly a thousand years...

Seems pretty good too.

so.

Li Changxiao wanted to repay the favor of being remembered.