In the 18th year of the Great Yue Zhide, spring.

The warm spring sun shone into the study through the window. Li Ling, who is in his 90s, couldn't help but squint his old eyes after being shined by the sun, so that he could see clearly the contents of the book.

At this time, the half-closed door was gently pushed open. A four or five-year-old child with a braided braid carefully leaned into half of his head, looked in, and was caught by Li Ling at a glance: "Hu'er, what are you doing?"

"Great grandpa, Hu'er wants to hear your story, telling the story of that grandson monkey!" Seeing that he was arrested, the child became bolder and jumped into the house, then leaned in front of Li Ling, looking obedient and pleasing.

Li Ling smiled and said to his great-grandson. Even if he had something to deal with, he had to satisfy the child first. He nodded: "If you want to listen, then let's continue to tell you... By the way, where did you talk about it last time?"

"When it comes to Sun Houer coming out from the Five Elements Mountain and being driven away by the monk Tang... Grandpa, will Sun Houer go back to Huaguo Mountain and run to the sky to beat the Jade Emperor?" Huer asked curiously.

"Well, you've sat down, Grandpa will tell you..." Li Ling bent down with some difficulty and pulled the child to the chair beside him, while casually talking about the most familiar story of Journey to the West, which made the child feel intoxicated.

But just as he talked about the golden hoop putting Sun Houer's head on and Tang Monk began to chant the mantra, the door was knocked. A man in his sixties pushed the door in a serious expression. He looked sixty-six-six-year-old, and he was his second son, Li Niantong, who is now serving as the Minister of Revenue in the Central Court.

"grandfather……"

"father……"

Hu'er called out at the same time, and Li Ling had already listened to the story and touched Hu'er's head with a smile: "Great Grandpa has something to do here, you go and play first."

"Oh..." Hu'er was a little unhappy about the interrupted story like this, but in the end he didn't say anything and left in disappointment. After he left, Li Ling smiled and pointed to the chair in front of him: "What, is there something wrong in the morning?"

"Yes, Dad, recently someone is gossiping about our Li family relies on their identity to compete with the people for profit... It's really outrageous. Although our Li family has some industries, they are all justified in business and are managed by generations of ours. Why are they always targeting them like this?" As he spoke, Li Niantong looked resentful.

"Haha, you are almost sixty, and you are still so unscrupulous. If you are told by those people, you can't stand it if you impeach it a few times? Fortunately, what I taught you was the way of financial management at the beginning, otherwise if you were doing other jobs, I'm afraid you will be even more annoyed."

"father……"

His son's words were interrupted by Li Ling's hand: "It's just a small matter. If they are impeached a few times, they will not hurt any of the fur. Today, Your Majesty still believes in our Li family. Your father and your elder brother have a considerable foundation in the court. These rumors are just rumors. Moreover, we are doing things right and always loyal to the court, so they can only use these small matters to criticize them.

"So you have to think about it the other way around. This is a good thing, proving that we have no problem outside. Okay, you just need to do the errands of the Ministry of Revenue. Other things will be done by your elder brother and your fourth brother. If there is no trouble at home, I will not be able to do anything about your father."

Seeing that my father was so calm, what else could Li Niantong say? He could only agree in a low voice and leave.

After being silent for a while, Li Ling spoke out: "Mo Yun."

Li Moyun, who was also in his nineties and had white hair and hair, walked in slowly from outside the door.

Decades have passed, Li Ling's enemies have all died, and most of his friends and relatives are gone. For example, Wen Ming, Wei Liang, Xu Cang, sister Li Le'er, and sister Li Yue'er... They all passed away one after another. Only Li Moyun and Yang Qingxiao are still by his side and taking care of him.

"What should I do with the young master?" Although the two are old, Li Moyun's name for Li Ling has not changed.

"Have the list of people who impeached me by Li's family recently been sent?" At this time, Li Ling had long disappeared, and he was as kind as he was when he told his grandson, and he no longer had the calmness and calmness he had just now. His somewhat turbid old eyes actually shone with light.

"Yes, the Imperial City Department has compiled their specific situation into a book and sent it."

"Well, choose the three highest officials and make their dirty things public!" Li Ling said, his eyes dimmed again, as if there was no change in his eyes just now.

Li Moyun had long been used to his reactions, so he agreed and retreated.

After seeing him leave, Li Ling casually opened the file he had just left and read it slowly. But he was old and could not hold on for too long. After a while, his head drooped, his eyes closed, and he started to doze.

After a while, Li Ling suddenly felt excited, as if he woke up from a dream, and then was surprised to find that there was an extra person in front of him - a Taoist man with a gray-bearded hair on his head, wearing a shabby Taoist robe, was looking at him with a smile: "Mr. Li, we are meeting again."

"Hmm?" Li Ling looked at the other party with some confusion, completely unremembering any agreement he had with the other party to meet. But the question is, if there is no agreement, how could this person appear at his home and come to him quietly?

"Haha, Lord Li is really a noble man who forgets things. Have you forgotten the divination outside Baiyun Temple outside Xuzhou City seventy years ago?"

This sentence surprised Li Ling again. This man looked only fifty or sixty years old, but he actually opened his mouth to tell him something about seventy years ago. Seventy years ago... it was wrong!

Suddenly, a memory that had been forgotten by him began to appear in his mind. At that time, I had just started the imperial examination and wanted to use novels to open up the situation of Zongheng Bookstore. Then, before working with the Taoists of Baiyun Temple, I met a sloppy Taoist on the mountain...

At this moment, his memory became clear, and he looked at the old Taoist face. His appearance, his outfit, and especially the two black moles under his left eye, were exactly the same as the guy in his memory.

How is this possible?

Even though Li Ling had experienced too many storms and thought he was not surprised at all, he was moved at this moment: "You... are you the Taoist who used to be the innate hexagram of Fuxi for me?"

"Mr. Li really remembers the old Taoist, it's right, it's my god, Xianyun." The old Taoist said with a smile.

"You...you were like this seventy years ago, but now...and haven't they said you died long ago?"

"Is life and death really that clear? Just like the rise and fall of this dynasty, is it really that clear? What should be after the destruction of Song? Others may not know, Lord Li, do you really not know?" The old Taoist said, his eyes falling on Li Ling, which made him feel a little horrified, and almost popped up from the chair: "You...who are you?"

"A cultivator who travels around the world seems to have jumped out of the five elements but has not left in the end." Xianyun said with a smile, "The old Taoist gave me a divination back then, but you did not disappoint me, otherwise the world would have reappeared in troubled times."

"This..." Li Ling didn't know how to respond. What he said seemed to be right. If it weren't for his intervention, perhaps with the successive attacks of Luo Tian Sect and Gui Rong, the world of Dayue would have been in chaos. Maybe dynasties changed, and countless people would die in this situation.

"But sometimes the great trend of the heavenly way cannot be reversed by one person after all... Even if it can be achieved for a while, when the power in the dark wakes up again, the trend will only be greater than before. The old Taoist does not want to see the creatures suffer, and the world is in chaos, so he will guide you to break this situation at the beginning. Today..."

"Today... what else do Taoist priest want me to do?" Li Ling asked first, then smiled bitterly, "I am ninety years old, I don't have that ability to save the world..."

"The old Taoist knows that the old Taoist just wants to tell you a few words. Maybe soon, the day will change, but the heavens are so powerful that people escape from one, and there will always be someone who can save the people. And what you have to do..." The old Taoist said, coming to Li Ling, whispering a lot in his ear, but it shocked him, and the flesh on his face kept trembling.

After a long time, he came back to his senses from the shock, but the study room was empty at this time, and there was no trace of the old Taoist Xianyun that had appeared.

Could it be...it's just my own imagination, Nan Ke's dream?

...

The twenty years after the Great Yue Zhide, winter.

A famous minister of a generation, Li Ling, died at the age of 93.

After his death, he was extremely mourning and honored, and the court held filial piety for him. Even the emperor at that time stopped court for three days to express his condolences.

He was also granted the title of Taishi, King of Huai, and his posthumous title was Wen Zheng...

What he left behind was a Dayue court with extremely developed business and prosperous people. At this time, the Dayue Dynasty had entered its peak. Without internal and external troubles, the knowledgeable people in the court had turned their attention from the Central Plains to overseas and to the Western Regions. It is said that thousands of miles away, at the end of the Silk Road, there was an extremely open world, and a group of guys with not yet fully enlightened, yellow hair and blue eyes like ghosts waiting for Dayue to conquer and rule...

Just as this year was about to end, on the grasslands of northern Vietnam, a black mist suddenly condensed and formed. As the wind blew, a small tribe with only more than a hundred people was completely swallowed up overnight. And after dawn the next day, a group of terrifying warriors who were completely different from the past, exuding a mighty momentum on their bodies stood in front of their ruined homeland, with their eyes straight towards the south.

At the same time, in the southwestern border, in a valley in southern Yunnan, a herb collector was running wildly along the steep mountain road in panic. Behind him, a green and black clouds chased him tightly. After turning another mountain road, he was finally caught up by the green clouds. In the continuous screams, his whole body was completely swallowed by the clouds...

When the moon sets and the sun rises, a huge man with green hair all over his body and a terrifying red light flashing in his eyes began to go out of the mountain step by step. Outside the mountain are already rich and prosperous towns and villages...

The change of heaven is finally coming!!!
Chapter completed!