Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Light and shadow intertwined, and Li Muchen felt like he was swept by an invisible force, rushing into an unknown abyss in the endless river of time. His consciousness became blurred in the violent pull.

Then he saw a big door.

This door is so familiar. The vermilion paint on the door is already a little mottled, as if telling of its past glory and accusing the ruthlessness of time.

Li Muchen recognized it. Isn’t this the gate of Li’s residence in the capital?

The door was suspended in the void of light, and the walls on both sides were distorted in the light and shadow.

He reached out his hand and pushed gently.

As soon as I touched it, I felt the electric current spread from my fingertips throughout my body.

A huge vortex appeared on the door, and an overwhelming force instantly sucked him in. In an instant, his consciousness was like a fallen leaf, being sucked into a chaotic vortex. Everything around him was spinning and twisting madly, and the longitude and latitude of time and space seemed to be kneaded by a pair of invisible giant hands. The world was shattered in front of his eyes, and then pieced together again in an absurd way.

When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he found that his body was wrapped tightly in a warm swaddle, the soft cloth caressing his skin, and a familiar scent lingering around his nose.

He turned his head with great effort, and what came into his sight was Gong Yuerong's face.

Oh no, it's not Gong Yuerong! Gong Yuerong's face doesn't have such kindness, and her eyes don't have such love.

"Mother..." He called out in his heart, but no sound came out.

My mother's beautiful face was slightly haggard, like a jade eroded by time, and her former brilliance was now covered by worry and fatigue. Her eyes were filled with deep reluctance and endless worry.

"This is the only way." A loud, majestic and somewhat vicissitudes of life voice sounded, "Youquan, take Mu Chen with you and go to Hecheng to find Lin Shangyi."

"Are you leaving now?" another voice sounded.

This voice was so familiar to Li Muchen. It was his grandfather Lin Youquan who raised him and depended on him for life.

"Go now. After tonight, you will be Mu Chen's grandfather."

"Master, does the Lin family have the ability to protect the young master?"

"The Lin family has no connection with the martial arts world, so it won't attract their attention. When Lin Shangyi was in trouble in the capital, I saved his life and helped him realize the revival of the Lin family. But no one in the outside world knows about this, and I will also release a smoke bomb to cover your whereabouts."

Li Muchen could tell that the person speaking was his grandfather Li Tiance.

He wanted to speak very much, but he was trapped in the cradle and no matter how hard he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a word. He could only blush and make some babbling sounds.

His mother coaxed him: "Oh, be good, Muchen, don't make a fuss!"

"Master, rest assured. I will live my life to protect the young master. Even if it costs me everything, I will definitely keep him safe."

Li Youquan's voice was firm and powerful, and then accompanied by the sound of his footsteps, his face appeared in Li Muchen's sight.

Li Youquan stretched out his broad arms and tried to take Li Muchen from Gong Lingyan.

Gong Lingyan was obviously reluctant, but still let go.

Li Muchen was very anxious, he knew what would happen next.

The entire Li family will be destroyed in this disaster.

He wanted to stop it and tell Li Tiance the truth.

With his current abilities, this incident could have been prevented. Even if he just informed the plot in advance, he believed that with the power of the Li family and the wisdom of his grandfather, this disaster could have been avoided.

But he couldn't speak.

His face turned even redder, his expression became ferocious, and all his words turned into that final cry, rushing out of his throat with a "wa".

Gong Lingyan, who had just let go of the child, snatched the child back from Li Youquan's hands.

"Oh, don't cry! Mu Chen, don't cry! Mommy is here!"

"Lingyan, let go and don't delay their journey." Li Tiance's voice was very deep, with a little sob in it.

The mother's hands trembled slightly, like leaves rustling in the autumn wind. Her eyes were filled with reluctance, tears welling up in her eyes, ready to burst at any moment. She slowly leaned down and gently pressed her cheek against his little face. The gentle touch was filled with endless attachment and worry, as if she wanted to pass on all her love and strength to him.

"Child, you must grow up safely..." The mother's voice was deeply choked with sobs, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of her heart, carrying endless pain and helplessness.

Li Muchen was extremely anxious, but he was powerless. He watched Li Youquan take the swaddling clothes, turn around and walk away. His mother's figure gradually faded away from his sight, and he could only bid farewell to her with desperate cries.

Tears blurred his vision and everything became blurry, like a soap bubble, shattering in his memory.

The pitch-black night was like a heavy lead sheet, weighing down the ground. The howling wind swept past like the roar of angry beasts. The bean-sized raindrops fell with a crackling sound, as if they were going to smash everything in the world to pieces.

Countless shadows shuttled through the wind and rain like ghosts, rushing towards the Li family. Shouts and screams intertwined like a symphony of horror. Blood flowed everywhere under the rain, dyeing the ground a shocking red.

Just when the bloody storm was at its most intense, a bolt of lightning as thick as a giant python suddenly fell. At that moment, the whole world seemed to be lit up, and the dazzling light made everything invisible. The thunder struck down with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, as if to turn all the evil into ashes.

Under the dazzling white light, Li Tiance stood in the center of the Li residence's courtyard, holding a long sword in his hand.

The bolt of lightning fell right on his head.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Then, the picture flickered, and in a dilapidated house in the distant Hecheng, the dim lights were as small as beans, swaying in the wind, as if they would go out at any time.

Li Youquan carried a bowl of steaming porridge, walked carefully to the bedside, and gently coaxed the cradle Li Muchen.

"Young master, come and have some porridge." Li Youquan's voice was filled with fatigue and kindness.

At this moment, a dazzling flash of lightning suddenly appeared outside the window, and the blinding white light instantly illuminated the dark room as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening thunder exploded, as if the whole world was shaking with this loud noise.

Li Youquan was startled by the thunder, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a clang and shattered into pieces.

He stared blankly out the window, looking towards the distant north, muttering: "It's over!"

A loud cry burst out from the baby's throat on the bed, broke through the leaky roof, and rushed into the dark wilderness.

Li Muchen felt salty water flowing down his cheeks, not knowing whether it was leaking raindrops or his own tears.