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

Li Changxiao had some memories about Baiyou Dynasty.

Baiyou Dynasty was not a very powerful dynasty.

At that time, in order to unify the continent, the Lingtian Dynasty led 300,000 cavalry to conquer and annex neighboring countries.

In the end, there was only one Baiyou Dynasty left.

There is only one step away from unifying the continent and establishing a great cause. Li Shanhe's imperial commander personally conquers it, and it is impossible for the Baiyou Dynasty to resist it.

In the end, the country was destroyed...

Fu Tao and others must have been thinking about revenge and rejuvenation from that time on.

If it weren't for the exhaustion of spiritual energy, they wouldn't have any chance.

…

"Chi chi chi..."

Suddenly, a voice attracted Li Changxiao's attention.

He turned around and saw a spiritual bird flying towards him.

He stretched out a finger, stopped the spirit bird, and took off the envelope tied to his paw.

After opening it, it was Fu Tao's letter.

"Mr. Changxiao, my Fu family belongs to the royal family of Baiyou Dynasty. You must have guessed it by now."

"The world only knows that our Baiyou Dynasty is rich in Baiyou flowers, but they don't know that the real power of Baiyou Dynasty is a secret technique: Baiyou Technique!"

"The Baiyou Technique can control the ghosts of the dead. It is extremely mysterious. No one in my Baiyou family has been able to master it for generations. If my father could master this technique at that time, he would not necessarily lose to Ling Tian's Iron Cavalry."

"After death, the lamp is extinguished. Instead of letting Baiyoushu sleep forever with us, it is better to hand it over to Master Changxiao. If you do as I say, you can get Baiyoushu..."

"..."

"Finally, if Mr. Changxiao is willing, can you go and see my younger brother for me? If nothing else happens, he will be the last member of my old Fu family."

The text ends here.

The envelope had a faint smell of rouge and gouache.

Li Changxiao put the letter away.

"That's all, I have nothing to do, so I'll help you take a look." He murmured to himself.

…

Return to the inn.

Li Changxiao's consciousness sank into the dream space.

The tree in the center once again bore a dream fruit.

Revenge dream.

Once in that deep palace, Li Changxiao never gave up, looking for the reason for the decline of his mother's lifespan.

Finally, the truth was learned through a conversation between several eunuchs.

From that moment on, he planted a dream, a dream of revenge.

To make Concubine Zhou's life worse than death...

So Li Changxiao abolished his cultivation and implanted nightmare seeds so that he would have endless nightmares whenever he fell asleep for the rest of his life.

The dream that was once planted has now come true.

He picked off the dream fruit that had just grown and took a bite.

A large amount of spiritual energy poured into the body, washing the bone marrow of the limbs. The little Nascent Soul in the body flashed and glowed.

This time, his cultivation level rose rapidly, and the spiritual energy surging in his body was like thousands of troops, heading towards the city gate called "Middle Nascent Soul".

Finally, he stopped at the city gate.

To put it figuratively, he is already qualified to pass the pass, but his troops are too few, his weapons are too few, and his horses are too thin, so he still needs to accumulate them.

"The peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul!" Li Changxiao murmured to himself.

In addition, he discovered that the dream space had expanded to fifteen cubic meters, and the spiritual energy was no longer so thin.

After coming out of the dream space, Li Changxiao looked out the window and found that the snow was a little heavier, and there were only a few merchants selling in the originally bustling streets.

He stayed a few more days.

The innkeeper had a flattering look on his face and knocked on the door, hinting to Li Changxiao openly or secretly that it was time to pay the rent.

Li Changxiao took out some money, and the shopkeeper quickly said with a smile, things are not going well these days. The local tax has increased a lot, and the housing cost will naturally increase as well.

Li Changxiao was stunned for a moment, then added a dozen more words before sending the shopkeeper away.

He got off the inn and walked to the restaurant, wanting to buy some fine wine. To his surprise, he discovered that even the price of the wine had increased.

Li Changxiao was curious and asked the reason. The shopkeeper was happy to chat and told Li Changxiao that the reason for the price increase was, on the one hand, the increase in local taxes.

On the other hand, at this point, the restaurant owner lowered his voice, whispered in Li Changxiao's ear, and said carefully that since the assassination, his son gave up the imperial examination and clamored to seek immortality!

As he said that, the restaurant owner looked proud. Compared with his worldly fame, the path to immortality seemed much more elegant.

Moreover, being able to cut off a river with one palm and shatter a ship with one punch, who wouldn't yearn for such power?

"Seeking immortality, this is not a good path, it is worse than the imperial examination." Li Changxiao reminded seriously.

"Bah! What do you know, you drunkard? You are just a charlatan, no different from an ant in front of that immortal." The owner of the restaurant suddenly became unhappy and called over three or five big men and took Li Changxiao out.

He also threatened that he would never sell wine to Li Changxiao in the future.

Li Changxiao stood at the door of the inn and shouted: "If you don't listen to good people, you will suffer the consequences."

Then he patted his butt and left.

The snow in Lingtian City is getting heavier and heavier. The people like to drink warm wine in the restaurant and listen to the storytellers telling various bizarre stories.

The assassination was also made into a storybook by the storyteller and spread throughout the streets. However, soon, the restaurants involved were closed down one by one, and the storytellers were also taken to the street and executed.

The cold winter day was filled with a touch of solemnity. Li Changxiao saw all this in the world of mortals.

A few more days.

Hongzhoufang was sealed.

The old woman, who was covered in rouge and gouache, learned the news early and ran away with her whole family.

On the day of the seizure, Li Changxiao went to the scene and saw the officers and soldiers burning all the flower boats. The famous song "Qushui Orchid Pavilion" that moved Lingtian City was also burned intensively.

It has become a forbidden song. Anyone who sings it will be killed!

Fortunately, Fu Tao once gave Li Changxiao the music score, saying that this song, Shui Lanting, is not just a song.

Li Changxiao soon got the news he wanted.

The news that Concubine Zhou's cultivation was destroyed was leaked, and her status was downgraded three levels. If she had not given birth to a prince, she would have been in the cold palace.

At the same time, the Lingtian Dynasty was furious and issued an order to arrest the commoner Li Changxiao.

For a time, the portrait of the white-clothed swordsman spread throughout Lingtian City and was posted all over the streets and alleys.

The innkeeper happened to pass by and was shocked when he saw the wanted notice. He hurried to report to the government, but when he arrived at the room, there was nothing inside.

The person had left long ago.

In addition, there were rumors in Lingtian City.

Li Shanhe began to delegate power.

No matter how glorious the former immortal dynasty was, it needed to compromise with the times and transform into a secular dynasty.

He delegated some of his power to some princes.

According to legend, the increase in land tax was the work of one of the princes.

One day.

The white-robed swordsman, who was wanted by the whole city, walked alone on the street.

He drank strong liquor and laughed heartily.

This year, Lingtian City lost a courtesan.

There was a bamboo flute on the waist of the white-robed swordsman.