‘I always feel like these two years have been like a dream.’

Li Ping'an's father, Li Dazhi, stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at the brand new scarlet robe with wide sleeves and short collar.

Seeing some wrinkles on his rosy and chubby face, Li Dazhi sighed slightly.

He is already a bit old.

Li Dazhi is not too tall and slightly fat, with a particularly obvious beer belly. He has been growing long hair for two and a half years, which makes him look a little more scholarly.

Li Dazhi laughed secretly in his heart: 'Although we are not good-looking, my son is a well-known handsome young man from all over the country!'

A nurse wearing a short shirt and long trousers came quickly and bowed his head in salute:

"Sir, people are shouting on the street that several immortals have arrived in the city to ascend the immortal platform!"

"It came so quickly..."

Li Dazhi felt disappointed and sighed: "Where is peace?"

"The young master is already waiting in line."

Li Dazhi nodded lightly, swung his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and acted like a master.

"Is the frame ready?"

"It's ready."

Li Dazhi waved his hand and looked at the bronze mirror with a bit of reluctance in his eyes.

This large city spread over ten miles is called Wan'an City. It is located in the middle corner of Dongzhou. It is the sphere of secular influence controlled by the Wan Yun Sect, the great sect of human race to cultivate immortals.

Wan'an City has an immortal sect selection every ten years, and children from hundreds of miles around who are interested in cultivating immortals will gather here.

Climb the Immortal Platform and seek the path to immortality.

His son Li Ping'an has opened the door and arranged everything, and will soon follow these immortals to leave the world.

Li Dazhi naturally knew that Li Ping'an had a dream of cultivating immortals since the two of them traveled through time. How could he stop his son from pursuing his dream?

"well."

Li Dazhi sighed, turned around and walked towards the front yard, admiring the family business that the father and son had built.

After a while, Li Dazhi came out of the high gate and climbed onto the carriage. Guards from the hospital guarded him from left to right. Two domestic beasts about the size of horses and similar in appearance to goats slowly pulled the carriage forward.

Li Dazhi stared at the road ahead, and his thoughts gradually began to wander.

Facing the separation of father and son, Mr. Li can't help but feel a little more emotional.

It has been two and a half years since the two of them traveled through time.

Li Dazhi remembers it very clearly.

It was the night of the 27th of the Lunar New Year. He and his only son Li Ping'an went back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year. There was a little quarrel on the highway.

Quarreling is actually normal. The two generations have different concepts.

Li Dazhi, who has been working in a business in the countryside for many years, appreciates the ideas of young people of his son's generation more than he is dissatisfied with them.

But there was no way, Ping An's mother died early, and Li Dazhi had no choice but to personally take part in matters such as urging marriage, urging children, and urging blind dates.

While at a highway rest area, the father and son fell into a cold war because Li Dazhi secretly arranged a blind date for Li Ping'an in his hometown. Neither of them was willing to bow their heads and give in, so they just ate two bowls of noodles.

As they walked back to the off-road vehicle, Li Dazhi saw a truck out of control and unable to slow down, hitting a little girl in front of it.

Li Dazhi is a veteran. He didn't even think about it at the time. He rushed forward as soon as his mind got hot. After successfully pushing the girl away, he stayed right in front of the truck.

Just when Li Dazhi's mind went blank, he suddenly felt someone pulling him. When he turned around, he saw his son's young face illuminated by the car lights.

Li Dazhi was so anxious that he went crazy, but the next moment there was severe pain, and his consciousness fell into the abyss of darkness.

When he woke up again, he was already on his son's back, and the father and son were walking slowly in the wilderness...

Thinking of what happened next, Li Dazhi was extremely emotional;

He felt that he was indeed old and could not keep up with his thinking.

The language system of this world is somewhat similar to the dialect of a remote area in their hometown in China, and it is not difficult to learn.

Li Ping'an carried him to a village, where Li Dazhi recovered from his injuries for more than a month.

Li Dazhi worked as a farmer when he was young and made several farm tools. He gained some fame in the village and quickly gained the respect of the locals.

By chance, the father and son saw several "fairies" flying away on clouds in the mountains.

Only then did they understand that they were in a world where spiritual energy was abundant and people could practice cultivation.

According to Li Dazhi's opinion, the father and son should be more pragmatic. They should first establish a foothold in this world, accumulate some wealth, and then exchange their worldly wealth for the path of cultivating immortals.

But Li Ping'an obviously has his own ideas.

After confirming that his father Li Dazhi was in good condition, Li Ping'an asked a few young people he knew well in the middle of the village to take care of his father. Then he loaded up his bow and arrows, took a machete, and went into the vast mountains.

Li Dazhi was worried about his son's safety, but he couldn't overcome his son's stubborn temper and had no choice but to let him go.

After Li Ping'an entered the mountains, Li Dazhi started his journey to start a new business in another world ahead of schedule, dragging his body that was about to recover from his illness.

Having the experience of successfully starting a business in his hometown in China, Li Dazhi had a smooth start at the beginning.

He first relied on the accumulation of promoting farm tools and entered the town closest to the village with some coins. If the goods were available, he was welcomed to deliver them. Within half a year, Li Dazhi became prosperous and made seven or eight businesses.

Stalls and shops.

During this period, Li Ping'an would send letters to his son every other month, and Li Dazhi gradually felt relieved about his son.

Once you accumulate wealth, you will inevitably attract bad people to spy on you.

A group of bullies and gangsters in the town took an eye on Li Dazhi's business, smashed up his shop, seriously injured his clerk, and threatened to burn down his shop.

Li Dazhi is not a timid person.

He secretly made a crossbow and set up a sneak attack at night, seriously injuring several bully leaders. Then he launched a two-tiger strategy, causing two groups of gangsters and bullies in the town to fight, while he fanned the flames and fished in troubled waters.

In the end, Li Dazhi gritted his teeth and spent most of his accumulated money to bribe local government officials, wipe out these gangsters and bullies, and recruit a dozen young thugs to expand his business scale.

All the people in the town clapped their hands and cheered.

A few months later, Li Dazhi became the richest man in the town and bought a three-bedroom mansion in the town.

There is still a bit of slavery left in this world of spiritual practice. Li Dazhi specially asked someone to buy seven or eight young female slaves with good looks and slim figures.

This is certainly not something he wants to enjoy;

How old is he? His thoughts on this aspect have long faded away, and he doesn't want to be sorry for the mother of his child who died of illness a few years ago.

But his son Li Pingan is still a young man.

Li Dazhi had made a plan. When Li Ping'an came back from his search for immortality, he would let his son live a life of fine clothing and fine food, and then look for a few beautiful women to spread the branches and leaves of his old Li family.

At this moment, Li Ping'an, who had been away for nearly ten months and had sent ten letters to someone, appeared in front of Li Dazhi dusty, and pulled Li Dazhi into a strange beast cart.

Running towards Wan'an City, which is more than a hundred miles away from the town.

It was a drizzly and hazy afternoon.

Li Dazhi watched Li Pingan push open the two doors, and saw two neat rows of maids, slave girls, old ladies, and dozens of burly nurses behind them.

The group of men and women shouted in unison:

"I've met the master!"

"this?"

Li Dazhi couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"dad."

Li Ping'an, who was wearing a Qingya robe, came forward with a smile:

"From today on, these are all yours, and I respect you, son."

"no!"

Li Dazhi grabbed Li Pingan, turned around and looked at the men and women watching the excitement, and asked quickly in his hometown dialect:

"You committed a crime! How did you do this?"

"It's too small."

Li Ping'an's handsome face was full of pride.

"Dad, you're too small... let's talk when there's no one around."

Li Dazhi looked puzzled, and in a flash, he became the master of this mansion.

In the dead of night, the father and son were chatting in a secret room in the backyard, and Li Ping'an finally explained his route to fortune.

Li Pingan smiled and said:

"I was thinking that in our hometown during the Jin Dynasty, Sui Dynasty and Tang Dynasty, many scholars in order to gain official positions first went to gain a reputation as a monk, which was the so-called Zhongnan Trail.

"I have asked all the officials in the town. Dad, you set up a stall, resell, work from dawn to dusk, earn some hard money, and then go out to fight bravely, fight bullies, and collect gangsters.

“Why don’t you open a fish stall and sell fish?
To be continued...