After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 255 Impression of Immortals

  She chewed the tuckahoe cake slowly, "Could it be that you want to be a thief? Let me tell you in advance that I don't know you. I don't know what you said or did!"

   "Really so heartless?" She was still eating the pastries he paid for.

   "It takes a lot of courage to break the law in Panlong City."

"For a few books, what am I?" He Lingchuan said honestly, "I've been wandering around the Wenxuan Pavilion for the past few days, and found that the collection of books inside is not as rich as I imagined. Very few."

Sun Fuling kicked away a small stone on the ground: "Although the Chipa Plateau is rich in products and suitable for people to live in, Panlong City used to be just one of the cities in the Panlong Wasteland. Although there are many business travelers passing by, not many people stayed behind. What's more, the folk customs here are tough and everyone respects martial arts, how many people do you think will take the initiative to read?" There are few people who can read and read, so how can the collection be rich?

  He Lingchuan thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.

   Is his expectation too high?

"It has only been fifteen years since Commander Zhong took over Panlong City. Even if he teaches people to collect and edit books and establish folk studies, the inventory of Wenxuan Pavilion will not increase in a short period of time. As for your travel notes and scenery records, I have heard that In the past, merchants and travelers specially brought them to Panlong City for sale, and the sales were very good, and they were often sold out as soon as they were placed on the shelves." She said slowly, "Later, Panlong City banned the circulation of such books."

  He Lingchuan Daqi: "Why?"

   "You know from these books that the outside world is too big and interesting, do you want to take a look?"

  He Lingchuan hesitated, then nodded. He knew what Sun Fuling wanted to say.

   "But you can't go." Sun Fuling seemed to smile wryly, "People will become obsessed with things that are far beyond their abilities."

   "There are so many people like this, Panlong City doesn't want it." She sighed in a low voice, as if talking to herself, "Sometimes, ignorance is a kind of happiness instead."

  Panlong Wilderness is an enclave of the Xiluo Kingdom. It hangs alone outside the border and is surrounded by unfriendly countries on all sides.

  This kind of geographical environment is destined to imprison the people of Panlong City, unable to go anywhere. The more they are attracted by the colorful outside world, the easier it is to fall into the quagmire of not getting what they want.

  He Lingchuan has heard an old saying, "The more you know, the more painful you are". He was silent for a while before asking her: "Have you read these travel notes, what do you think?"

"I just want to see the sea. I heard that it is thousands of times bigger than the lake, and there are never-ending tides." Sun Fuling's voice was full of longing, "And then taste the sea water to see if it is Salty and bitter like a legend."

  A word "yes" twirled around He Lingchuan's tongue for a long time, but he didn't come out in a daze. What qualifications does he have to say yes? With my identity here, I am also a resident of the Panlong Wasteland, so it is also impossible to see the sea.

   "There will be a chance." He said this without confidence, even though everyone was ignorant, but he was very clear about the final fate of Panlong City.

   Everyone here will not live for twenty years!

  Including this bright-eyed girl in front of me.

   Not only during life, but even after death, he will be imprisoned in the wilderness by the generous pot, endlessly.

  Sun Fuling's almond eyes turned into crescent moons again: "Thank you for your good words."

   "And..." He Lingchuan hit the snake with the stick, "Have you seen divination works in Wenxuan Pavilion?"

  Sun Fuling thought for a while before saying, "What kind of divination?"

   "Divination of good and bad luck, deduction of the future."

   "There won't be."

  He Lingchuan was startled, this "can't" was used very well. "why?"

  Sun Fuling said lightly: "Knowing too much will only increase troubles. Going with the flow is suitable for most people."

  He Lingchuan was completely speechless.

   There is another saying that the more awake the more painful.

  Sun Fuling glanced at him: "Why are you curious about this?"

  He Lingchuan scratched his head: "Some people say that I am plagued by disasters and will die soon."

   "Do you believe it?"

   "His divination has a pretty high success rate." He Lingchuan smiled wryly, "He was right about my past events."

   "Sounds like the words of a quack." Sun Fuling obviously didn't believe it.

But she then continued: "Although there is no such book in Wenxuan Pavilion, there is a counselor named Wen Daolun next to Commander He, who seems to study this theory intensively. He has come to Shujin Academy twice to give lectures, and he also said it by the way. One or two sentences make sense, I heard that Mr. He relies on him very much."

  He Lingchuan immediately became energetic: "Will he come a third time?"

   "Then I don't know." Sun Fuling smiled, "Such a busy person is too far away from me. If you expect him to come to Shumin Academy again, why don't you go to the government office for advice."

  He Lingchuan rolled his eyes: "Where does he live?" How about blocking the door directly?

   "Then I don't know, you have to find out by yourself." Sun Fuling changed the subject, "By the way, there are many manuscripts of immortal language in Wenxuan Pavilion, have you looked for them?"

  She taught He Lingchuan how to use the Wenxuan Pavilion last time, and there are actually many books written in fairy language.

   "Uh, not yet." He Lingchuan scratched his head, "Beginner, it looks too difficult."

   After all, it’s only been a few days of learning? He can still recognize individual old sayings, but they are densely connected, and he feels flustered and short of breath just looking at them.

   "That's all." Sun Fuling shook her head, "I read a lot, you can ask me first."

   "Where did those manuscripts come from?" He Lingchuan was blunt, "Is it really written by a fairy?"

"It should be said that they were written by the immortals and their sect disciples." Sun Fuling said, "These books are copied from ancient books. And the ancient books... are either kept and handed down by Taoists or unearthed from the immortal caves and ruins. Don't you also read them from the immortal caves?" Got the rubbings?"

   "Taoism passed down?" He Lingchuan remembered something, "I heard that Xianzong is the predecessor of Taoism."

   "Indeed." Sun Fuling nodded, "This is a recognized fact. After the immortals disappeared from the world, the word "immortal" of the Xianzong could not be maintained. In the end, it was downgraded and had to be called Daomen."

"In the past few days while reading in Wenxuan Pavilion, I found that some books extol the virtues of the immortals, who tried their best to educate the remaining mortals after the catastrophe of heaven and earth, helped them resist the invasion of monsters, and kept the fire of Wentong alive, so that future generations You won’t fall back into ignorance.”

"However, there are many books with fierce words, scolding immortals for enslaving ordinary people, accusing them of treating ordinary people like ants, and killing them." He Lingchuan shrugged, "Both of these books can provide a lot of evidence, such as immortals trying medicine and poison for the common people, Subduing demons and eliminating demons, or the disciples of the Xianmen actually slaughtered thousands of people, just to get their souls and make banners."

"If you understand the ancient scrolls left by the immortals and disciples, you will know that both of these statements are correct, but they are also one-sided." The two left the long street and walked towards the wooden house, and the traffic on the road began to decrease. After a natural disaster that changed everything happened, the aura in the world quickly weakened, but the abilities of the immortals did not disappear immediately. Do you understand why?"

  He Lingchuan thought for a while: "They still have their own cultivation, and there are still Xuanjing in the world?"

"Yes, it's like you are walking in the desert. Although the environment is dry and hot and you can't find a water source, your water bladder is basically full, so you can last longer." Sun Fuling said slowly, "Comprehensively, I I have read the notes of the immortals, at least for two or three hundred years after the natural disaster, the immortals still have the ability to go to the sky and enter the earth."

"But this is water without a source, and it cannot last forever." He Lingchuan remembered the original body of Zhu Erniang he saw in the burrow spider's lair, "The female spider in the Ghost Needle Stone Forest is also an ancient monster. Throw it away and replace it with a smaller and weaker skin, so that you can live to this day."

  To maintain the body of a fairy or fairy, the consumption of spiritual energy is too large. After a natural disaster, it is like a giant whale stranded on the beach. If you don't wait for the tide to help you, you will die.

"Immortals and other demons are not like spider demons who can cut their feet and fit their shoes. After their spiritual energy reserves are exhausted, they can only perish." Sun Fuling said, "Immortals are also born from mortals, and human beings have always paid attention to inheritance. They know that their life is not long. , so it’s not surprising at all to educate the common people and pass on the fire? Look at the Shumin Academy, look at me, isn’t it what they are doing now?”

"As for what you read in the book, the Immortal Sect enslaves mortals and commits all kinds of evils—" she sighed, "It must have happened, and it has been recorded. But think about it, the spiritual energy of the day and the earth has declined to the point that it is difficult for immortals to survive , in order to fight for the last bit of limited resources, what will Xianzong do?"

  He Lingchuan did not hesitate: "If it were me, I would do everything."

   "Yes." Sun Fuling smiled slightly, "Immortals are originally immortal, but because they have no desires and desires; when they have to use all their strength to survive, what is the difference from us mortals?"

  He Lingchuan also sighed.

  When the immortal falls from the clouds, the darkness of human nature cannot be hidden.

   In the end, all living beings suffer.

   "I still don't know one thing."

   "Speak." Sun Fuling didn't look impatient at all.

"How did Yuanli come from?" He Lingchuan read a lot of books but couldn't figure it out, "I think some people say that it is taught by immortals to humans to resist monsters; there are also ancient records that this is a method taught by gods to humans , to fight against the oppression of immortals, and of course monsters."

"The earliest record of Yuanli seems to be more than 2,000 years ago. If there is no earlier evidence unearthed, it is likely to be a power that was discovered after the natural disaster." Sun Fuling shrugged, "As for the true source of Yuanli, There is still no conclusion yet. The old men in Shumin Academy, Panlong City, and Wenxiantai are arguing every day, and they can’t agree on what to do.”

   "Aside from others, what does Miss Sun think?"

   "Me?" Sun Fuling turned her head and thought for a while, "I prefer it to be a method taught by gods to human beings."

  He Lingchuan's heart skipped a beat, this idea coincided with his: "Why?"

   "Original force can only be gathered by the joint efforts of thousands of mortals. If this is taught by immortals to human beings, it is throwing stones at their own feet and finding ways for mortals to fight against themselves."

   A few days ago, I wrote "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle", and you all said it was Tang San in unison.

   What can I say?

   Such a powerful thing is of course the first creation of Mr. Gu Long, the originator of Shuangwen.

   "Legend of Chu Liuxiang":

   The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was made by Zhou Shiming, the son of "Nanhu Twin Swords". The twenty-seven silver nails are powerful, they can be called the best in the world, every time they are shot, there will be blood.

   Completion time: 1960s and 1970s.

  (end of this chapter)