The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Li Changsheng's strength and aura leaked for a moment, and then quickly restrained. At his level of cultivation, it is impossible to control his own strength, unless he encounters something that can shake his mood.

There has always been a saying in the practice world, once you have been in meditation for eight hundred years, you will see that there are no close relatives in the world.

This sentence describes a monk who does not know the passage of time in seclusion. By the time a monk wakes up from samadhi, eight hundred years have passed, and all his relatives and friends have died. Among them, the eight hundred years is an exaggeration, and most monks don't even have a life span of eight hundred years. It takes five hundred years to enter the golden elixir for the first time, and it will only take another 100 years to complete the golden elixir.

Only one golden elixir out of a thousand monks, only one Nascent Soul out of 10,000 monks, and not one Huashen out of 100,000 monks.

There is no 800 years, but 80 years is the average number of monks retreating. The monks who are retreating for the first time will meet with their family members. If the relatives are ordinary people, some people will hold a big banquet, which is called early burial.

It is to practice parting, and it is also to ask the trustee to take care of his family. Li Changsheng has seen many people's early burials, and there is very little joy and relief. Most of them are reluctant to part with the monks and strengthen their hearts.

Ordinary people have the best stage of learning to read, monks also have a similar time. If a monk wants to hit the Golden Core Realm, the best time is before the age of a hundred, otherwise the qi and blood of the mortal fetus will inevitably decline. Even if it is just one step closer to the golden core, it can increase the chance of forming a core.

It seems that the gods cut off the monks from the world of mortals, either to be separated from mortals forever, or to give up the way.

For monks, cutting off the world of mortals is like a child leaving his parents to go to kindergarten for the first time. There are often those who cry heart-piercingly, and many who give birth to demons. So there are people who have been extradited into the sect since childhood. They have no ordinary concerns, and naturally they have no mortals to cut off.

Is this the case?

Their elders will die even if they are monks, and many monks accept apprentices only when they are old, and they may die even if they retreat.

Li Changsheng didn't think he would face this situation, because all his relatives in the common world died long before he entered Taoism. Later, the wife only met once before she died. To be honest, she was sad, but this was not an unexpected thing.

People must be prepared, and their endurance is far beyond ordinary times.

The two of them stepped into practice for various reasons, and eventually they both met again in the practice world.

Now it seems that I can't escape, I can't avoid it, and this is also part of the practice.

Li Changsheng's mood has never been so complicated since he entered Taoism. At this moment, his passion and six desires seem to have all returned. But it seems that he has not come back completely, at least his face is as indifferent as ever, so calm that no one can see that he has any relationship with Sword Immortal.

In the eyes of the youth of Jianzong, it was just an ordinary question. A great practitioner who had just come out of seclusion inquired about the changes in the world today, and when he heard that the Sword Immortal had died, his surprise for a moment made him let out his breath.

This person's cultivation is at least Nascent Soul, or even Transformation God.

The young man of Jianzong guessed that he only had the cultivation base of the peak foundation building now, and he couldn't judge the cultivation base of the aura that shook the vision of heaven and earth just now. But it is definitely not the movement that the Golden Core stage can cause, because he killed a Golden Core stage blood demon not long ago.

Seeing that Li Changsheng hadn't spoken for a long time, Le Xiaoqi couldn't help but tugged at the corner of his clothes, and called out, "Master Dao, Master Dao"

Pulling Li Changsheng back to reality in such an instant, he shook his head slightly, but there was not much emotion on his face. Looking up again, he said to the young man, "Where did he die? Is there a grave?"

"..."

The young man of Jianzong remained silent, apparently not intending to speak. Regarding the matter of the ancestors in the sect, even if you know it, you can't talk nonsense.

Li Changsheng saw through the opponent's mind at a glance, and raised his fingertips slightly to surround him with a ray of sword intent, and the sword behind the young man began to clank.

"This... this is?!" The young man took half a step back, his face was full of horror, his voice was so loud that it suppressed the busy businessmen around him.

But the strange thing is that no one noticed them, the little Taoist has long been accustomed to this, this is a kind of fairy magic. In the words of the Taoist leader, it is a blind spot, and people around them cannot see them.

The young man didn't notice this scene, all his attention was focused on the man in front of him. This unknown master unexpectedly has the aura of Taishang Wuji Sword Intent, which is the highest skill of the Sword Sect.

Could it be that he is a senior of Jianzong? Only this is possible.

He is more willing to believe that the other party is a senior of Jianzong than Taishang Wuji Sword Intent being stolen. Because Taishang Wuji Sword Intent needs to be learned from the Heavenly Sword, the possibility of stealing it is basically eliminated.

Being able to get in touch with the Heavenly Sword is no different from true inheritance.

"Junior Lu Changzhi, the ninety-sixth generation true biography of Jianzong, I have met seniors."

Lu Changzhi bowed his hands, this time showing sincere respect.

Afterwards, he no longer concealed anything, and told all the things he knew in detail.

"Sword Immortal didn't let anyone leave any records about her, and many of her contemporaries have died. If you want to know, you can ask the elders in the sect. And now there are difficulties in the sect, I hope the elders can help."

Those who know Sword Immortal now need at least Nascent Soul cultivation, otherwise they would not be able to live at all. But the Nascent Soul is rare, and Lu Changzhi only knows the power of the Nascent Soul, and many of them have not shown their faces for many years.

Given the current situation of the Heavenly Sword Sect, there is a great need for a Nascent Soul Stage master who has mastered the Taishang Wuji Sword Intent. If this senior can get Heavenly Sword's approval, not to mention going back to the era of Sword Immortal, but at least it won't be as difficult as it is now.

"Difficult?" Li Changsheng frowned, "Please tell me carefully."

"yes."

Lu Changzhi was overjoyed, and he was even more sure that this was the senior of their Jianzong. He told everything he knew in detail, and he didn't even shy away from Jianzong's situation.

In just a few minutes, Li Changsheng roughly understood the situation of Tianjianzong. Just like the historical cycle of a dynasty, the peak will be followed by decline.

It's not that the Sword Sect has lost its lineage or has no successors, it's just that their strength can no longer match the position Xue Ye gave them. Sitting in the number one position in the world, but without the power to be the best in the world.

Also because of Xue Ye's dominance, he has created too many enemies. Both Buddhism and Taoism had enmity with her. During that period, anyone who stood in the way of Xue Ye would be cut down mercilessly by the Heavenly Sword.

Even Li Changsheng himself was the same, facing the sword light of the Heavenly Sword, he was cut down mercilessly in the end.

Now that Sword Immortal is dead, Heavenly Sword Sect has naturally become the target of public criticism.

Everyone pushed the wall down, and Jianzong also held on to the world. If this continues, Jianzong will surely perish.

"Senior, please return to the sect to hold the Heavenly Sword."

Lu Changzhi bowed his head and cupped his hands again, as if he had confirmed that Li Changsheng had that ability. This kind of trust is not out of Li Changsheng, but a kind of obsession.

Li Changsheng didn't point it out, and said in a calm tone: "It is great wisdom to retreat bravely from the rapids."

"How are the people in this world?"

Lu Changzhi asked back, pointing at the people around him with withered complexions who looked like painted skin men.

"The world is in chaos, and demons are responsible for eight points. Killing one more demon can save thousands of people. If I wait on a high mountain, I can live a long and happy life, but I can't repay the world and the people. I forgive the younger generation for disagreeing, and I don't ask for it." Do what you don't want to do."

Le Xiaoqi blinked and said to himself: This eldest brother is an enthusiastic person, but it is a pity that he met the Taoist priest.

After getting along for a year, Le Xiaoqi understands that although Daoist Master is a kind person, he will never be influenced by others. It's useless to tell the Taoist priest this kind of principle, it's better to just kowtow for help.

In the words of the Taoist leader, to coerce people with virtue is to be a villain.

Although this eldest brother has not reached the point of coercing people with virtue, his words are really inappropriate.

This might be the sword cultivator.

Li Changsheng didn't feel angry or offended in the face of Lu Changzhi who was so aggressive. He could tell the difference between a villain and an idiot. The person in front of him was a purebred swordsman.

Thanks to someone, at least now he doesn't hate this kind of person.

"Everything in the world is like weeds, and it has been reincarnated continuously for a long time. This is the way of heaven."

Li Changsheng's voice was close at hand, yet far away in the sky. Calling it indifference is more like stating a fact, without too many emotions and ups and downs.

"But I don't like the Way of Heaven, because Pindao is still a mortal."

As he said that, he stood up from the seat and left a few copper coins, and left the booth unhurriedly. Le Xiaoqi slammed a few mouthfuls of clear soup, and then hurriedly followed behind him.

The two disappeared into the crowd like this, Lu Changzhi hesitated a few times, but finally followed.

"Let's go to the Heavenly Sword Sect." Li Changsheng said as he walked, and Le Xiaoqi, who was wielding a wooden sword, raised his head and asked, "What are you doing there? Does the Taoist priest want me to learn swords? The swordsman sounds handsome. , I used to like the young knight wielding a sword that Mr. Teahouse said the most.”

While speaking, the little Taoist started to draw with a wooden sword, jumping up and down like this little monkey.

"It is said that a long time ago, there was a peerless devil in Yunzhou. He used the thunder swordsmanship and the light with the peerless sword, and killed all the sects with his own power. There are millions of people who died in his hands. Huge, human heads piled up like a mountain range.”

The corner of Li Changsheng's mouth twitched undetectably, the emotion called helplessness slightly dispelled the sadness.

Many common legends come from the world of practice, which is a fantasy of mortals about immortals. Generally created through art, its stories are completely inconsistent with the facts.

He said: "There is no rushing thunder swordsmanship, and the peerless magic sword Hanguang only has a foundation-building sword, let alone killing millions of people."

"Why?" Le Xiaoqi asked, and Li Changsheng didn't shy away from saying, "Because I broke Hanguang."

At the beginning, Li Changsheng pawned Changchun Kung Fu for this sword, and it was accidentally broken at that time, and he was so distressed that he didn't sleep for several years.

"The Taoist priest is too powerful!" Le Xiaoqi cast a look of incomparable admiration, and the thoughts in his heart were naturally different from what Li Changsheng said.

"In the legend, all the gods use swords, and there is also the master of the Immortal Doctor who also uses swords. His sword is called Bu Gong. It is said that his sword skills never kill people, just like his medical skills. No one has ever died under his command. "

"Don't kill the sword, don't attack." Lu Changzhi, who was following two steps away, suddenly interjected, "Our Sword Sect has the inheritance of medical immortals, and now all the disciples of the Sword Sect take not to kill the sword as their mentality."

The No Killing Sword is the most peculiar sword technique that Lu Changzhi has ever seen. It has no lethality in itself, but it has a miraculous effect in suppressing the inner demons caused by killing. It can even make their swordsmanship sharper. According to the elders in the sect, it is the balance of yin and yang.

"Daozhang, I want to join the Sword Sect!"

"Jianzong is not suitable for you."

"oh."

Le Xiaoqi's obedient attitude was completely opposite to his excited tone. He knew very well that he could ask, but he was not qualified to force it. Daoist may tolerate his willfulness, but he can't be so willful.

Walking out of the city, Li Changsheng waved his hand slightly and a white cloud fell on his feet. He turned his head to look at the young man and said, "Are you on the way?"

Lu Changzhi was stunned for a moment, then he bowed his hands and said, "This junior just happens to be going back to the sect."

"Come up."

The three of them flew into the sky on a white cloud, and countless skinny mortals below chased after them, calling for help from the immortals. Numerous skinny and bone-covered hands reach out to the sky, and pairs of eyes cast beseeching gazes. Seeking the protection of gods in troubled times is the commonality of human beings.

Le Xiaoqi looked at the people below, with a look of unbearable empathy on his face.

"Will the Daoist really have gods to save them?"

He had seen too many gods along the way, and many mortals without cultivation level loudly preached about a certain god, but these gods never seemed to appear.

"There are no gods to save the world, there are only one person who goes forward and dies." Li Changsheng shook his head slightly and denied, saying: "In the end, it is the people themselves who want to have enough to eat. All prosperity is created by the people."

"The gods can be you or me, and people who behave like gods are gods. All gods are elected by the people of later generations, and medical immortals were just alchemists in the mountains at first."

He does not mean that.

Lu Changzhi opened his eyes slightly. There are not many records about the Sword Immortal, and the Sword Immortal also said the same thing.

[Don't read my name, just swing your sword]

Le Xiaoqi was still young, so he raised his head and asked without thinking too much, "Can Taoist priests be the gods of the world?"

"Nothing is impossible."

Eight days later, he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and finally arrived at Tianjianzong.

At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Sect is no longer as prosperous as it was in the past, and the vegetation is withered and full of murderous aura. The killing spirit dyed the clouds on the mountain red, and the soldiers removed all the green plants in the mountain.

Solemn, solemn, killing, dead.

This is the impression Tianjianzong gave to outsiders at this time. It is not like a leader of the righteous way who ruled the world, helped the righteous way, and brought peace for nearly 600 years. And it looks like a magic gate, all of which are demon cultivators who practice murder.

The three of Li Changsheng walked into it, and when they reached halfway up the mountain, suddenly the whole mountain began to shake. Unparalleled murderous aura and sword intent swept over, and countless spiritual swords rooted in Tianjian Mountain soared into the sky, floating densely above their heads.

Thousands of blades hung on their necks, Lu Changzhi and Le Xiaoqi were like falling into an ice cave, breathing became a luxury at this moment.

"Li Changsheng!"

A voice mixed with anger came from the sky, and an old Taoist priest with a thin face, white hair, and killing eyes was standing in the air. He held an ancient sword in his hand, and the blood-red murderous aura was almost solidified.

"You are not dead yet."

Li Changsheng raised his head slightly to look at the old man, and said calmly and calmly, "You are getting old, Senior Brother Xue Ye."

He had already forgotten the other party's name, he only remembered senior brother Jianzong and Xue Ye's senior brother. When Xue Ye was a child, the other party took care of him, so he was half a brother and sister. Senior brother Jianzong was a nagging elder brother, so he was often beaten by Xue Ye.

The white-haired old man asked: "Since he is not dead, why did he avoid seeing him?"

"Cultivate in retreat and go to the Way of Forgetfulness."

"Then keep it closed."

When the Heavenly Sword fell, it was like a mountain avalanche and the ground cracked. In an instant, the sword energy traversed dozens of miles, as if it wanted to cut the surrounding mountains.

Boom!

Thunder roared, the sword energy was broken, and a thunder light flew up, and all the spiritual swords in the sky were turned into powder.

Li Changsheng put his fingertips on the old Taoist's forehead, and if the other party made half a point, he would be completely wiped out. A scene similar to it seemed to go back hundreds of years ago.

He has become stronger, and I am afraid that he has become a god.

"Are you in the realm of the gods?"

Li Changsheng didn't answer, but asked indifferently, "Where's Xue Ye?"

Faced with this question, the old Taoist remained silent for a while, and said, "Dead, sitting in an ordinary wonton shop fifty years ago."

".Why? Isn't she the empress Xiu Wangqing?"

"Her state of mind is broken. After the enemies in the world have been wiped out, she can no longer forget her feelings. The world thinks she is dead, but she has been looking for you. She has thrown away the Heavenly Sword day after day and year after year. I have I tried to persuade her again, but my junior sister is a bull-tempered person. No one can bring back what I have decided."

The old Taoist took a deep look at Li Changsheng, and only then did he realize that something was wrong with him.

"Are you overwhelmed with forgetfulness?"

Li Changsheng didn't answer, but everything was self-evident, neither of them finally cultivated to be too forgetful.

The old Taoist lost his anger at this time, and sighed silently: "Fate is fooling people, if you came out fifty years earlier, I am afraid that my junior sister would not have died only a thousand years old. Her grave is in the back mountain. Go yourself, alas."

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist bent over and flew back to the main hall on the top of the mountain. And Li Changsheng stood there for a long time, then flew unsteadily into the back mountain, and found a lonely grave without characters on the hillside.

Under the loess, a lifelike woman lay in the coffin, she seemed to be just asleep.

Li Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, his eyes piercing the loess, his indifferent expression gradually softened, and his voice no longer seemed so stiff and cold.

"Xue Ye, I failed. I also failed to cultivate the Dao of Wangqing, so I wanted to come out and meet you again."

"Now the world is in chaos, and the peace you created is gone. But it doesn't matter, if no one holds the blue sky with one hand, I will go, just like you did back then."

Li Changsheng raised his hand slightly and the Heavenly Sword flew into his palm from afar. His fingertips slid across the cold blade.

When I think about it, I have a murderous look.

"Ordinary people are powerless, and they are incompetent when entering the Tao. Now I am the sword master of the Heavenly Sword, and I ask if there is any opponent in the world?"