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nChapter 127: 98, The 100 -year silence, the show of divinity!_l

nTranslator: 549690339

nTwo years later.

nIn the 122nd year of the Martial Arts Calendar, there was another dry grave behind Li Yueming’s courtyard.

nFrom then on.

nEveryone he cared about in this world had entered the tomb.

nAfter burying all his old friends, Li Yueming became even more silent.

nLooking at the barren land and the withered old tree in the courtyard, he tilted his head and fell into deep thought.

nIn the end.

nHe finally came back to his senses.

nLi Yueming began to decorate the dilapidated courtyard.

nHe shoveled the weeds and plowed the land that his mother had planted before.

nOn the other side of the courtyard, a new persimmon tree was planted where Ye Nanyuan used to plant persimmon trees.

nAfter a series of repairs and repairs.

nThe originally lifeless courtyard finally had life again.

nAt this moment.

nLi Yueming did not remove the disguise on his face.

nTherefore, he still acted as an old man.

nA neighbor saw this and asked in confusion, “Isn’t this the old courtyard of the martial god’s family? Who are you?”

nLi Yueming turned his head and smiled. “The God of Martial Arts went out to sea. Before he left, he asked me to look after his courtyard!””

nThe neighbor heaved a sigh of relief.

nAfter all, although no one dared to enter this small courtyard usually.

nHowever, it still held a lot of weight in the hearts of many residents of Qingdu Port.

nWhen he suddenly saw an old man cleaning the room, he couldn’t help but ask.

nThe two of them chatted for a while, and the neighbor left after getting an explanation.

nAt this point.

nLi Yueming planted all kinds of fruits and vegetables in the vegetable field left by his cheap mother, and re-raised livestock in the abandoned pigsty and chicken pen.

nHis mind was no longer thinking about anything related to martial arts.

nInstead, he looked like an ordinary old man.

nThey began to live a life of planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

nIn the blink of an eye, another twenty years passed.

nThe Qingdu Empire was no longer at its peak, and various problems had appeared in the country.

nHowever, this was not the most important thing.

nMost importantly, the Free State’s warship and aircraft carrier fleet was getting stronger and stronger.

nThe technology of Qingdu Port was already lagging behind decades ago.

nAlthough the high-level research institute had been working hard to develop the seventh-generation warship, the gap between them and the Free State was

nSLIII growing.

nOn the battlefield above the sea.

nThis year, the Qingdu Empire was in a state of complete defeat. The territorial waters and the range of activity of warships were suppressed again and again.

nThe Free State’s fleet would soon reach the capital of the dynasty.

nFor a time, the court was in a state of chaos.

nSome people stood in the main seat, some discussed peace, and some advocated moving the capital.

nAll kinds of messy arguments were quarreling.

nIf it wasn’t for Han Bufan’s status and power, he would have been able to suppress them.

nThe world was probably in chaos by now.

nOne day.

nA middle-aged man in his fifties found the courtyard.

nLooking at the white-haired old man in the courtyard, Han Bufan’s expression was close to horror.

nIn the past.

nHan Bufan didn’t even panic when the warships of the foreigners from the Free State sailed near Qingdu Port.

nBut now, looking at the white-haired old man in front of him.

nHan Bufan panicked for the first time.

nOrdinary people wouldn’t be able to recognize Li Yueming.

nHowever, Han Bufan was Li Yueming’s eldest disciple.

nHis cultivation had already reached the peak of the Martial Saint Realm.

nHow could he not recognize that this incomparably plain old man in front of him was his master?

nHe looked at his old master in front of him.

nHan Bufan was completely stunned.

nAfter all, they were both Martial Saints, and he was still young and healthy.

nThere was no reason for Li Yueming to be so old.

nAfter the shock.

nHan Bufan had a complicated expression. After a while, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.”Disciple Wandie. ”

nAfter Han Bufan regained his senses, his first reaction was that Li Yueming had failed to break through to the Martial Saint Realm.

nAfter all, there had been rumors that Li Yueming was trying to break through to the Martial Saint Realm.

nHowever, as time passed, there was still no news from Li Yueming.

nMany people now jumped out and felt that the rumors were false.

nOnly a core member like Han Bufan knew that this was true.

nAbout a hundred years ago, his master was already trying to figure out the realm above the Martial Saint Realm.

nBut now, looking at Li Yueming’s old and decrepit face, he was shocked.

nOther than the failure to break through to the Martial Saint realm, which led to problems with his martial arts foundation.

nHan Bufan couldn’t think of any other possibility.

nHe looked at the disciple he was proud of in front of him.

nLi Yueming was lost in his memories.

nEver since Fu Xiaorou died of exhaustion and Li Yueming didn’t come out to preside over her funeral…

nThe group of disciples did not pay him any more visits.

nHowever, he had never taken the initiative to explain.

nAfter all, if explanations were useful, there would not be so many estrangement between people.

nTherefore, he had no choice.

nThis was the first time Li Yueming saw his disciple after decades.

nHe was more mature and stable than he remembered, and his strength had also improved.

nHe waved his hand, signaling Han Bufan to stand up.

nLi Yueming put the hoe down and said,””What is it?”

nHan Bufan glanced at Li Mingyue and lowered his head: “Now that the officials of Qingdu Port are colluding with each other, and there are signs of the rise of aristocratic families in the martial world, I would like to ask Master how to deal with them!”

nLi Yueming frowned. After thinking for a moment, he said, “”1 can’t manage the affairs of Qingdu Port forever, and…. Don’t you already have an idea? Just do it

naccording to your idea!”

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