The scene was silent, the soldiers looked at Li Qinglin, their lips were shaking, but they all lost their voices, not knowing what to say. Li Qinglin also turned his back to the crowd and did not turn his head. His body had become thin and stooped. Qin Yi knew that what he saw when he looked back might be a wrinkled face, and he was no longer the handsome Li Qinglin.
He took a deep breath and suddenly said, "Daoist fellow Minghe, have you seen enough of the show?"
The air was quiet for a moment, a fragrant wind blew across the face, and Ming He suddenly appeared on the side.
"The monsters are raging in the Prince's Mansion, why don't fellow Daoists take action?"
"Neither killing Ye Ling, nor killing the other party, of course, you have to be thorough." Ming He looked at Li Qinglin's white hair in a trance, and answered Qin Yi casually.
Qin Yi said, "Is the play finished now?"
"..." Ming He was silent, no bystander could have imagined this result, including Tassel and Ming He.
A moment ago, she also felt that this Nanli situation was nothing more than that, no matter what background she put on, she could not escape the essence of a power struggle in the end. The tassel also felt boring and could not add "aftertaste to its long life".
But I didn't expect it to end like this, to the point where even detached people like them felt moved, and until now Tassel was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ming He is the same, his mood is quite complicated.
Qin Yi bowed to the ground and said, "Ask fellow Taoist to help Brother Li once, and Qin Yi will surely repay him in the future."
"Poor Dao is also powerless." Ming He sighed softly: "Poor Dao is only better than fellow Daoists in his cultivation base, and his knowledge may not necessarily win."
Qin Yi asked reluctantly, "There are no special techniques in your sect, such as rejuvenation?"
"If you can help people rejuvenate and rejuvenate, they can help people live forever. If there is such a technique in the world, why should I seek the Dao? Unless you get the real Jiuzhuan Jindan, or an extremely special treasure of heaven and earth, this is the case. It's not what Minghe can see."
Qin Yi was silent. Where to find something like this
Minghe said again: "What a poor Taoist can help, at most he can only use illusions, so that in the eyes of Nanli Chaoye, the prince is still the same as he was. As for the next thing..."
"That's enough." Li Qinglin suddenly said: "Please ask the Taoist priest to perform the surgery."
His voice was old and hoarse, like a seven-year-old or eighty-year-old.
Some soldiers couldn't help crying.
Ming He waved his hand, and a faint smoke brushed over Li Qinglin's body. In the eyes of everyone, Li Qinglin's back was tall and straight again, and his white hair turned black again.
He turned around slowly and said calmly, "Leave here first, there are still many things that need to be finished."
After saying this, he strode out, his steps still firm. The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, the feeling of the sky falling away a lot, and they lined up neatly to leave behind. Even if he is old, he is still the same Li Qinglin.
Only Qin Yi silently looked at Dong Huazi's body, and the silver spear pierced through the body was not pulled out.
Under what circumstances would a warrior forget even his personal weapon
He knew that Li Qinglin's heart was definitely not so calm on the surface.
He silently pulled out the silver spear, turned to Ming He and said, "Do you still want to stay in my broken yard?"
Minghe asked, "Do you still hope that Pindao can come up with a solution?"
"Yes, we summed it up, maybe there is a way? After all, he is not really aging, but he is just cursed, maybe he can be lifted?"
Ming He suddenly said: "Why do you care so much? Don't you want to know how he will choose?"
Qin Yi said: "I know that there is a way of longevity in the world, but from the standpoint of a prince, I admire his philosophy of prospering the country and strengthening the people without questioning longevity. Even after many years, Li Qinglin will be dull, at least in the past few decades. No, forcibly putting people in such a desperate situation to torture, the answer you get is meaningless, it is a distortion of Donghuazi's wishful thinking. For me, I don't want to know his choice at all, I just hope he doesn't need to face this a choice."
Ming He looked at him for a while, then shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist... You still don't look like a cultivator."
Qin Yi really wasn't in the mood to discuss this immortal debate at this time, and he wasn't in the mood to look at it from a side-by-side perspective. , I can't break through."
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Walking out of the underground palace, Li Qinglin was still standing outside, most of the army was not around, and the veteran Xie Yuan was no longer there.
Seeing Qin Yi come out with the gun, Li Qinglin smiled bitterly, took the gun and said, "Thank you, Brother Qin."
Qin Yi said, "Don't you have something to wrap up?"
"I sent someone to block the palace first. Anyway, I have already transferred troops into the city, and I have ignored the will, and I still think that it is impossible to have a smooth handover. After all, this is the story." Li Qinglin paused and whispered: "The truth is To be honest, I'm not in the mood to consider other details at this time."
When Qin Yi wanted to say something, Li Qinglin waved his hand and said, "I know Brother Qin is noble, but it is inconvenient to express some words in front of the soldiers, and it is inconvenient to even tell Qingjun... but I can talk to you."
Qin Yi took back the words of comfort and said, "Okay, I'll listen."
"Donghua Zitu murdered me, I already knew that." Li Qinglin looked into the distance and said slowly: "I thought so before, if I die in his plan, or if this operation fails, then Nanli will be handed over to Qingjun, so I will not marry her to Mang Zhan, nor let her have an accident."
Qin Yi nodded and said, "You are sincere, and that jade pendant can prove everything."
"But Brother Qin..." Li Qinglin still looked into the distance, as if he didn't dare to look directly at Qin Yi, and whispered, "Now I clearly know that I won't live long, or even lack energy, but... but I don't want to give way to Qingjun. The throne is right in front of me, and I find that I can't say anything about giving up. I'm a little confused, what is my ambition? Did I even deceive myself, thinking that it was for Nanli, but in fact it was just for the throne ?"
Qin Yi didn't laugh, but said seriously: "It's normal... I didn't ask friends according to the standard of a saint. To be honest, I'm all for Nanli, without any selfish desires, but false."
As if relieved, Li Qinglin finally turned his head and smiled at him: "Brother Qin is a true friend."
Qin Yi said: "Actually, Qingjun is not suitable to carry this burden. If you really leave it to her, maybe the tossing will be worse than the rebirth of Donghuazi."
Li Qinglin laughed: "It's very possible."
Qin Yi hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "After all, you are a congenital warrior with stronger qi and blood than ordinary people. Even if you are old, you still have some lifespan. You persist first, and I will try my best to think of it these days..."
Li Qinglin's eyes suddenly became a little strange, and he said slowly: "I thought Brother Qin would say, teach me to practice."
Qin Yi's heart skipped a beat.
However, Li Qinglin suddenly made a haha: "Forget it, that's what Donghuazi wants to see, is he obsessed with cultivating the Tao, and the family and the country are wrong? I won't do what he wants." He paused, then said: "Telling with Brother Qin, I feel much better. Brother Qin is also working hard today, so I will go back to rest and accompany Qingjun."
After saying that, he walked away.
Qin Yi looked at his back and was speechless for a while.
Tassel said: "There is a big terror between life and death. I usually think it can be laughed right, but when I really face it, I am still shaken."
"In such a situation, it is a real person who is complicated and shaken in his heart. Anyway, he has not been directly blackened." Qin Yi sighed: "It's me, and he is probably not as calm as him."
Liusu asked, "If Li Qinglin turns back and wants you to teach him how to practice, would you teach him or not?"
"Can you agree with me to let the magic tricks out?"
"That's just the basic trick, I don't care."
Qin Yi pursed his lips. He avoided Li Qinglin's express just now, in addition to not knowing whether Tassel would be willing or not, he was mainly hesitant.
Li Qinglin's understanding of "being obsessed with Taoism leads to mistakes" is actually not quite accurate. According to this understanding, as long as there is enough self-control, then both state affairs and Taoism are correct
This is not the case. The real reason is that the pure inaction and obsessions needed to cultivate the Tao are inherently contrary to the attributes of the throne and cannot coexist at all. Either you abandon the throne and cultivate with peace of mind, and as long as you still sit in your seat, that means "no emperor will live forever".
The biggest possibility is still two mistakes, neither longevity nor national affairs. There are countless emperors in ancient times who have repeatedly proved this.
Li Qinglin has already admitted that he can't let go of the throne... If he teaches him to practice again, he will really go back to the old path of his father and become the one he once hated the most.
Qin Yi can understand him, but he really doesn't want to see this day.