crossing with green hills

At this time, there were already several figures in the same costume inside, and after a while of whispering, a goshawk suddenly flew out of the cave and soared into the sky.

……

A few days later, a figure came to Lin'an.

Chapter 29 Reunion Night Talking about Longevity

The land has beautiful lakes and mountains, and it is the first state in the southeast.

Lin'an, in the Northern Song Dynasty, belonged to Liangzhe Road, formerly Hangzhou.

The Northern Song Dynasty was defeated, and the people of the Song Dynasty crossed to the south. Song Gaozong rebuilt the Southern Song Dynasty. In the third year of Jianyan, that is, in 1129 AD, he promoted the state to the government and changed it to Hangzhou and Lin'an.

In the eighth year of Shaoxing, that is, in 1138 A.D., Lin'an was established as the capital.

The city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the internal and external rivers are criss-crossing. It is connected with the Grand Canal to form a huge water transportation network.

The convenient location, the rich accumulation of the original Hangzhou, the policy tendency, and the influx of a large number of officials and people.

The combination of various factors has made this historical ancient city full of prosperity, flowers blooming, and fire cooking oil.

With Yujie as the center, the north and south of the canal, the business is non-stop day and night, the three or four drums at night, the tourists are scarce; the five drums are ringing, and the morning market is open.

With a population of more than one million, looking around, there are tens of thousands of tiles, and the houses are full; there is no space, and the alleys are congested.

The culture is prosperous, and poets and scholars gather together; orders and prohibitions, hundreds of officials gather to show their magical powers.

It has become a new political, economic and cultural center after Kaifeng.

Even if Kaixi returned from the Northern Expedition with great victories, this city is still the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

With the gradual recovery of Kaifeng and the old capital of the Jin people, the north and south, the middle, and the upper and lower echoes, forming a pattern of three talents.

At this time, in the brightly lit Lin'an, the night market is gradually opening, and the streets are full of people, restaurants, tile shops, red street karaoke houses, entertainment venues, noisy and lively, men and women intertwined, and people's voices are buzzing.

Located in the entire city, the Southern Song Palace, a node of Feng Shui Dragon Vein, welcomed a long-lost guest.

The palace illuminated by candles is empty at the moment. If there is a large living room, an old man and a young man sit opposite each other, which is a bit empty.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and with the sound of a candle bursting, the silence was broken.

"You are here. I haven't seen you for many years. You are still the same. You haven't changed at all."

While talking, the old man put the selected tea leaves into the purple sand pot. Although his movements were slow and a little green, but after years of training and habits, he behaved in a standardized manner in every move. Make pie.

If the ministers of the imperial court were here, they would be greatly surprised. The old man who made the tea himself was the emperor of today, Song Ningzong.

"You are quite old, but without the threat of Dajin, it seems that you are living a lot better."

With a youthful face, Li Tiansheng looked at the old man's full head of hair, vicissitudes of life, round belly, half with emotion, half with a joke:

"Besides, this time, you didn't yell in fright, and even backed away. It seems that you have really changed a lot!"

"Without you bothering me, life is going much better." The old man rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously, "Besides, I am already old and have seen many things clearly. What qualifications do you have to make me fail again?" Deportment, but a mountain man who let go of a crane.

Now, after so many years, if you come to Lin'an again, I'm afraid it's nothing but going to the Three Treasures Palace, right?What's the matter here this time? "

If the servants and courtiers around him saw that Emperor Song acted like this, he might be shocked and startled.

"I have nothing to do, let's take a look at my old friend." Li Tiansheng raised his mouth slightly.

"Ha ha!"

Song Ningzong learned the great method of the word "he" without a teacher, and rolled his eyelids, "I believe in you, there are ghosts."

"Is there really longevity in this world?" Song Ningzong asked suddenly.

"Yes!" Li Tiansheng nodded, his tone affirmative, but the following few words made the old emperor's dreams shattered.

"But I've never seen one."

"Then how can you be sure there will be?"

"Because... I believe it!"

Li Tiansheng's expression was serious, he paused every word, and said firmly.

In fact, he still had something to bury in his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Although the unsealed information from Daqingshan was only the tip of the iceberg in his mind, it was enough for him to have an intuitive understanding of cultivation.

Not to mention anything else, but in the congenitally perfect state of transforming gods, he has five hundred years of life, and the three hundred years of life that really exist in him.

It is an unmistakable proof.

Although he doesn't know whether he can really live forever at the end of his practice, Li Tiansheng is willing to believe that the road ahead is bright and the future can be expected.

"Heh!" Song Ningzong's tone was disdainful, obviously he didn't believe a word of Li Tiansheng's words, his eyes were stern, and there was a bit of heat hidden in his eyes, he stared at the other party, and asked unwillingly.

"Have you gained immortality?"

"Barely set foot on this road." Li Tiansheng replied honestly, without any concealment.

"That……!"

The hand of the emperor of the Song Dynasty who was brewing tea soup suddenly trembled, and the water splashed everywhere. It was obvious that there was a storm in his heart. Afterwards, he tried his best to maintain calm and opened his mouth to speak.

But he was interrupted by Li Tiansheng waving his hand, "Don't think about it. Your body is old, and you can get twice the result with half the effort. Besides, you don't have much time, and you have at most one year to live. Longevity is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

"But since longevity exists, maybe there will be the legendary elixir of immortality?"

"Is it the Taishang Laojun, or the Queen Mother of the West, or the fairy island of Yingzhou, or the fairy mountain overseas? You also said it, it is a legend."

"You say...you believe it!"

"I believe in longevity, but I don't believe in elixir!" Li Tiansheng looked serious and solemn, and asked three times in a row:

"If there is really a fairy medicine, why should I stick to Daqing Mountain and practice all day long, rain or shine?

If there is really a elixir grass, the great emperors of ancient times, who have made outstanding achievements and shined forever, how could they leave the bones of the imperial mausoleum? "

If there is really a magic formula, the energy is huge, and the mortal body can survive the washing of the medicine, and it will not explode and die, and there will be no whole body in death? "

The repeated questioning caused the emperor to fall into silence. Li Tiansheng knew the meaning hidden in his words.

He is such an ordinary, unremarkable, and even a little dizzy emperor, who can't be high, can't be low, and his body is aging badly.

Wanting to live forever is simply whimsical.

Emperors cannot live forever, especially for an old emperor, the moment they hold power, they are already doomed to live forever.