When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

The temple fair was very lively.

People brought their own incense and came to the Hemu Temple in the west of the city to burn incense and pray.

The golden statue of the Hemu was beautiful, but no one dared to harbor ghosts.

A man and a woman were mixed in the crowd.

The man was tall and handsome, wearing a black robe with wide sleeves.

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The woman wore a veil on her face to cover her face, but her figure was very good.

The two were naturally the prince Li Tianlei and Si Nian who was being influenced by incense.

A fine golden vertical line appeared between Si Nian's eyebrows.

This was proof of being worshipped by incense.

"Miss Si Nian, how do you feel?" Li Tianlei asked curiously.

Si Nian shook her head.

She knew there was a change, but she couldn't tell what it felt like.

To this day, she didn't know how feasible the incense was.

"Forget it, let's go and have a look. As a prince, I rarely do this, sharing the joy with the people." Li Tianlei said with a smile.

But while he was talking, he suddenly let out a light exclamation.

His eyes fell on a man and a woman walking side by side in the distance.

To be precise, he fell on the man.

Si Nian also followed his gaze and fell on the man, his expression paused.

In this pause.

Li Tianlei walked over quickly.

Si Nian frowned and followed immediately.

...

"You really don't want to go in and worship?" Yang Xiuhua asked.

"No." Li Changxiao smiled and shook his head.

Yang Xiuhua said helplessly: "Well, you wait here for me. After I finish worshipping, I will look around."

After that, she waved her hand and walked towards the Hemu Temple.

As soon as she left, Si Nian and Li Tianlei came to Li Changxiao.

"Li..." Li Tianlei pointed at Li Changxiao, thinking for a long time, but found that he could not remember the other person's name.

"Long Xiao." Li Changxiao added with a smile.

"Oh, yes." Li Tianlei nodded repeatedly, "Li Changxiao."

Li Tianlei looked at Li Changxiao with a playful look, "If I remember correctly, you should still be wanted now, right?"

"You remember correctly." Li Changxiao shrugged and said with a smile: "So what? Lingtian Dynasty can't protect itself, and it still has the energy to deal with a small person like me?"

Then, Li Changxiao looked at Li Tianlei calmly and said: "Or, from the perspective of blood relationship, you can barely be regarded as my half-brother, will you not hesitate to spend your own life to capture me?"

As soon as the voice fell.

Si Nian was slightly stunned and cast a puzzled look at Li Tianlei.

Li Tianlei smiled helplessly, "Yes, although I don't want to admit it, Li... Changxiao can indeed be regarded as my half-brother."

"But unfortunately, he cannot be included in the family tree. His name is just a miscellaneous name."

"And I and those brothers in the family were all given names by our father, the Tian generation."

Hearing this, Si Nian's eyes fell on Li Changxiao. Seeing that the latter's face was always calm, she felt a little complicated.

Li Changxiao himself, on the other hand, looked indifferent.

He was not a free and easy person, but he was really not rare about the family tree of the Lingtian Dynasty.

Li Tianlei did not come here to show his superiority on purpose, but he was just curious when he saw an old friend by chance.

There was a commotion in the distance.

It was the patrolling soldiers who drove the refugees who had drifted here out of the temple fair.

Those refugees were old and young, and they were thinly dressed in this winter day.

Li Tianlei looked at this scene and said calmly: "Life is like a mayfly, with little luck and shallow fate."

Li Changxiao took a sip of wine and said: "I think, in the final analysis, it is still your Lingtian Dynasty that is not good enough."

Li Tianlei looked over at once, his eyes shining, with a sense of oppression from being in a high position for a long time.

Li Changxiao said bluntly: "The decline of the Lingtian Dynasty is inevitable."

"This immortal dynasty has been passed down for countless years, from Li Shanhe who sits high in the palace to you princes who hold power."

"Who knows how to govern the country?"

"System, legal principles, people's livelihood, how much do you know? In the past, the spiritual energy was rich, and strength represented everything. Even if ordinary people had never practiced, they could have a cultivation level of the fourth or fifth level of Qi training."

"There are spiritual herbs everywhere in the wild, and the people will not starve to death. But now?"

Li Changxiao's voice was flat.

I don't know how much Li Tianlei heard, and he shouted at Li Changxiao, "You dare to speak your father's name! What crime should you be punished for?"

Li Changxiao sneered, "That's your father, what, you want to punish him? Do you dare?"

His voice was like a dream.

It made Li Tianlei feel like he had a dream, and the voice came from the dream.

Although Li Changxiao was only a Yuanying.

But he was not afraid of Li Tianlei on the opposite side, he knew these high and mighty princes too well.

Besides, if he couldn't beat him, he could still run. He didn't care about the spiritual energy that others valued.

The atmosphere was a little tense.

Of course, it was Li Tianlei who was angry, and Li Changxiao looked indifferent from beginning to end.

"Changxiao, can we talk?" At this time, Si Nian spoke.

She hesitated for a long time before spitting out the word "Changxiao".

Li Changxiao looked at Si Nian with a calm look, like a stranger.

Whether it was Li Tianlei or Si Nian, it was hard to make him feel sad again.

Si Nian did have a lot to say to Li Changxiao.

She felt that she should apologize from any angle.

In addition, she saw Li Changxiao several times in a row, and her past memories emerged, so her heart was not a dead water.

But at this moment.

After burning incense, Yang Xiuhua shouted Li Changxiao's name, saying that there was a wishing pool behind the temple, and asked him to come and make a wish.

Li Changxiao and the two parted ways and came to the wishing pool. There were densely packed people on both sides, all coming here to make wishes.

Yang Xiuhua wrote "Business will get better and better next year" on a piece of paper, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and threw it into the wishing pool.

Then, she tilted her head slightly and sneaked a peek at Li Changxiao's wish. Li Changxiao wrote "Have a good dream" on a piece of paper, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and threw it into the wishing pool.

Yang Xiuhua frowned and scolded Li Changxiao for having no ambition. She originally thought that he would write about chivalry and justice, and the world would be peaceful.

Li Changxiao smiled and replied that it had nothing to do with him and he couldn't control it.

…

The temple fair was lively, and the two did not stroll for long, and hurried back to Longlaixiang Canteen.

Li Changxiao was bored, counting the snow by the window one by one.

Strong liquor went into his stomach.

He estimated.

I have to contact Fu Tao's brother.

That's right.

The man who went out to build the temple that day was Fu Tao's brother Fu Ren.

Li Changxiao used his ability to control dreams to silently lock him.

However, he never contacted him.

Li Changxiao originally planned to watch from afar.

Seeing that Fu Ren was still alive, he had fulfilled his promise.

There was no need to contact him.

As for that drop of heart blood.

Li Changxiao had a hundred ways to get it silently.

Of course, he would not take it for nothing.

He could exchange it for a few glasses of wine and a few beautiful dreams. For Fu Ren, it would definitely be a win-win situation.

However, just now, after returning from the temple fair, he changed his mind.