The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Tiandu Company Headquarters, established in 1971, originally belonged to the Special Service of the Ministry of War, and later became independent and became a privileged organization.

The company headquarters has been blocked since a month ago. Except for the armed personnel on duty outside, all personnel can only enter and cannot exit. Foundation Establishment cultivators came from all over the country to join in the rescue of Tang Yuan, even the Elder Jindan from Shangqing Palace joined in.

Everything is to find out about that unrecorded period of history, whether Li Changsheng slaughtered the world, or used killing to protect the Dao.

This point may not be important to the immortal himself. With the strength of the opponent, no one will use this to attack him. Even if he is not the most powerful person in the world, no one in this period of history is legally guilty. But people are curious, and most of the memories from the soul search are completely polarized compared with the current living immortals.

The few insiders are extremely curious about what the truth is.

Qing Xuzi volunteered to be the guardian of the soul-searching cultivator. Although he couldn't intervene in the soul-searching, he could instantly restrain the other party to avoid casualties. In fact, I also want to participate in the process of searching for memories, but he is already too powerful in the Golden Core stage, and entering the Lingtai is very likely to awaken those reincarnated people.

If the foundation building stage is an ant, then the Jindan stage is the same person. Ants stealing food may be ignored by no one, but thieves must be treated with sticks when they break into the empty door.

"This is the information we have so far. Almost half of the incidents can be overturned from these memories. Maybe these materials will not be released, but I think if they are heroes, it is unjust to let them be wronged, Dao Xin Uneasy."

A foundation-building cultivator narrated the memory of that period of history from the perspective of a disciple of Jianzong.

The incident can basically be corrected, but who is right and who is wrong has formed a bipolar reversal. Perhaps no one is right in troubled times, let alone right or wrong in a strongman society.

Fist is justice, mighty force is truth.

This is the same no matter which society is placed, the underlying logic is authoritarianism. The powerful are right most of the time, and the powerless wait for mercy.

But people have feelings, when the object of observation is down to the individual, they still keep saying that power is stupid. Advocating the strong is in nature, and worshiping saints is human nature.

All talents and virtues are called saints.

Few people know what Li Changsheng himself is like, but in the eyes of the world, he is a saint. In China's simple moral concept, striving for profit for the world is a saint.

If they can, they don't want to believe that the immortal is a monster who slaughters the world, but the bloody memory keeps bewitching themselves. What is true and what is false, it is difficult for monks in the foundation period to distinguish.

"I propose to reopen the investigation, and that's the only thing we can do."

Everyone in the conference room was silent for a while, and no one responded immediately.

Just about 10 minutes ago, Zhongshufu ordered to stop the investigation, and all data will be destroyed. And they were also tortured during this period of time. They were troubled by those memories day and night, and they might need to recuperate for half a year to fully recover.

Searching for the soul is essentially injecting poison into one's own body. If the investigation is restarted, it will have to go through it again.

Xu Manhong raised his head slightly, and said, "Yu Wu'an, Daoist Guanwu, a member of the Wei Dynasty, fought against monsters for three months, blood flowed thousands of miles without dying, and finally saved the people from fire and water, at the age of 22."

"Half a broken body crawled for several months, named Guanwu."

The person who had seen this memory clenched his fist subconsciously, and after a while, another person also said:

"Yu Nannan, Taoist name Qiusui, daughter of Yu Wu'an, in order to prevent the people of the Jing Dynasty from becoming humans and animals, she killed the Eight Immortals League with one sword and one person, and her meritorious deeds set the world and saved the people of Liming. She died at the age of 15."

"Although he didn't kill an enemy, he risked his life to send out the information, and was finally beaten to death."

As soon as the words fell, someone immediately tacitly named the objects of their investigation, one after another, all of them were disciples of Jianzong.

"Qiu Yelong fought alone in Bailidi, beheaded ten golden core demons, and protected thousands of people from the city. He died at the age of 31."

"Shao Shiyan fought with the evil monks for seven days and seven nights, exhausted, and was eaten by the refugees."

"The three brothers Zhong Shaowu, Zhong Shaoen, and Zhong Shaobing fought to the death when the human race entered the ancient mountain valley."

"Lv Changzhi and Kang Yuhong's two golden elixirs killed the Demon Dao sect, beheaded the Yuanying, slaughtered thousands of people and destroyed the sect, and then sat on the mass grave."

Gradually, half of the people spoke of the memories they had seen, those remnant souls that were not as good as the reincarnated souls. Many people are unparalleled in combat power, but they are all foundations after all, and only a small number of people are golden cores.

Reading the memories of these Jianzong disciples is very easy but also very difficult for them.

The ease lies in not being influenced by the other party, and the difficulty lies in the fact that they are shocked by pure memory for the first time.

When everyone told what he knew, the atmosphere in the meeting room became more and more heavy.

Finally someone raised his hand slightly and said, "I agree to jointly appeal and restart the investigation."

"agree."

"agree."

"agree."

In a blink of an eye, everyone raised their hands, and Xu Manhong called Zhongshufu again.

"Hello, please help me connect with the Prime Minister's office, Mr. Prime Minister, all members of the Jianzong demise investigation team request to restart the investigation plan. Why? Because this is what we need to do and what we should do."

"The Immortal said that the future generations will knock on it."

The investigation team that had just been disbanded half an hour later was re-established, but this time they were the only ones left with all the remaining expert teams evacuated, including the unlimited supply of pills. The government originally didn't want to waste too many resources on this aspect. The unrecorded history has been understood, and everything else can be written on the good side of the immortal.

But there will always be people who are not reconciled.

If it is a single person or a few appeals, Zhongshufu can still reject it, but a group of Foundation Establishment monks have to pay attention to the joint appeal. They are equivalent to 1/10 of the foundation-building monks in the entire Zhoudi, and the strategic value of each is no less than a special battalion or even a brigade.

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Xu Manhong took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he came to the Lingtai full of various spirits. This place is no longer as peaceful as it was a month ago, the surroundings are full of chaotic atmosphere, and everything is developing in a bad way.

Maybe it was their soul search that awakened the reincarnated person, or maybe it was time for the reincarnated person to wake up.

Regardless of the reason, Tang Yuan's death certificate has been written, and no one thinks she can still be saved. The government's previous plan was to test whether the reincarnated person could succeed in seizing the body even though the original body had a good cultivation level. But now that he has just reached the first step, and Tang Yuan has not been forced to practice hard to improve his strength, these consciousnesses have already awakened.

This is one of the main reasons why the program was abruptly terminated.

Not far away, Tang Yuan, who was wearing a goose yellow shirt, jeans and canvas shoes, with a slightly thin face, was standing not far away, with his right hand stretching and pulling continuously making stabbing movements.

From the day they discovered the remnant soul of the sword sect disciple, Tang Yuan left Lian Yu's palm. The investigation team knew that the deaf-mute had already developed a certain ability to resist, but he was still too insignificant in front of the reincarnation.

Tang Yuan noticed Xu Manhong, stopped what he was doing, turned his head and smiled, waving with a very soft and soft smile.

Hello.

She gestured and gestured. Although Xu Manhong and I taught him how to speak in the altar, she obviously hadn't learned it in less than half a month.

"Miss Tang, I want to see the memory of the remaining one."

So far, the person with the most backward history they have searched is Kang Yuhong, a disciple who accompanied Lu Changzhi. At that time, after the two of them used the golden elixir to counterattack Yuanying, they were basically exhausted and both collapsed on the way home.

As the owner of this body, although Tang Yuan has a low level of cultivation, he has a certain specialness, and can perceive the souls of other reincarnated people. According to what she said, there is only one remaining disciple of the Sword Sect, and that is He Kun, the former Sect Master of the Sword Sect at that time.

He Kun Yuanying's cultivation base should be able to walk with Li Changsheng to the time when the world is at peace, he knows the whole story.

However, considering that the other party is a Nascent Soul cultivator, the investigation team plans to enter the memory for 10 minutes each in turn, so as not to be trapped by the other party's memory and eventually lose themselves.

Tang Yuan made a gesture, and Xu Manhong seemed to hear the other party's words along with a trace of spiritual transmission.

"Yes, but Grandpa He said that he wants to exchange memories with you. He wants to know about modern things."

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Xu Manhong was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead.

Has the reincarnation awakened? !

You must escape, and you can't stay here for half a minute.

In less than half a breath, she immediately decided to withdraw from the Lingtai, so as not to be controlled by the other party or crushed into mental fragments. While Xu Manhong was chanting the formula quickly, he took two steps back, but instead of exiting the altar, he bumped into someone.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Xu Manhong turned her head stiffly, and a Taoist priest in a white Taoist robe dotted with cloud patterns, with a wide forehead and a high nose bridge stood behind her with a dash of handsomeness.

"My surname is He and my name is Kun. I have seen this girl before."

He Kun, unexpectedly he woke up. Now that you're awake, why don't you seize the Tang Court?

Xu Manhong quickly suppressed the surprise in her heart, and after knowing that the other party was the former master of Jianzong, she was not so afraid.

"Junior Xu Manhong, met Sovereign He."

"What do you think, you and I exchange memories." He Kun spoke directly, as if everyone in Jianzong was straightforward.

Xu Manhong only hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. He actually has no choice now. If the other party wants to, he can unilaterally smoke his own soul. She is only one step away from the truth and she doesn't want to give up.

"Then please follow me."

He Kun walked towards the southwest, and a quaint stone gate appeared in front of him every two steps. There were scrawled characters engraved on the stone gate, and Xu Manhong saw the word "He Kun" from a distance.

【My friend He Kun, buried here】

He Kun walked up to the stone gate, with a smile on his lips, he said to himself: "Li Changsheng, the living immortal, should have let you call me Yuezhang back then, but now it seems that it is completely useless."

Xu Manhong felt chills all over when she heard this sentence, she knew that her memory had been read by the other party unconsciously. The souls of the reincarnated people are different from those of the local monks. They are giants who have climbed the mountain, but they are just a villain.

This was the first time she faced the power of Yuanying Daoxing, and she was completely seen through just by meeting her.

Maybe the other party can control himself and turn himself into a puppet with a single thought.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, but when it is really faced with this situation, no one can keep calm.

He Kun ignored the little girl's bewildered expression, pushed open the stone door slightly with his right hand, and turned sideways to let the white light of the representative's memory envelope her.

"Girl, brother Li is not as holy as you imagined. Don't force your thoughts on others, even if it's praise."

"Brother Li, he's just a very twisted person hahahaha."

Xu Manhong felt that the voice in her ear was getting farther and farther away, and when she came to her senses again, it had already entered He Kun's memory. What came into my eyes was a barren mountain range, and there was no grass growing in the past, and broken sword blades were stuck on the barren hills, and I don't know whose sword it was.

This is Sword Sect, the last generation of Sword Sect no longer has the immortal aura of the past, only killing and breaking swords. There are also desolate stone tablets with ordinary names and extraordinary people engraved on them.

A young man in a dark red Taoist robe stood among countless stone tablets, holding a booklet in his hand, and was writing something with his head bowed.

"Brother Li, you were attacked by a few old men just now, and you still haven't gone to heal your wounds." He Kun approached and said.

Li Changsheng replied indifferently without raising his head: "They can't hurt me, just a few Nascent Souls."

"There are only a few Nascent Souls in the district, they are the ancestors of several great sects, each of which has the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Peak. And you have just been promoted to the God of Transformation not long ago, and you have killed dozens of people in a row before your realm is stable. Nian, the world is so big, do you want to save it alone?"

There was a hint of annoyance in He Kun's voice, and he reached out to snatch the booklet.

Li Changsheng is actually very strong, but people have limits after all. He has not rested and meditated for decades, and he has been fighting everywhere day after day, trying to calm down the world.

He pulled the world back from the edge of the cliff, and made himself riddled with holes.

Back then, Yun Shu also had the assistance of many elders of the Sword Sect, as well as the support of several big factions in the Shangqing Palace. But now there are only Li Changsheng and He Kun, and a group of young girls in their prime.

If it was hundreds of years ago, these children should have thrived under the protection of the sect, at least they should not have experienced this.

"Based on your cultivation, you can be attacked by those old things and let them run away. Doesn't this mean that you are exhausted?"

In the next second, a tyrannical sword intent instantly sent He Kun flying, and with a bang, he slammed into a distant hill.

"How can you do your best before the blood is drained?"

Li Changsheng tore off a piece of yellow paper, and added a tombstone to this barren hill.

He Kun came back disheveled and said cursingly: "You really did it, you can meditate at the head office if you don't rest? The rest is for better fighting skills. Maybe next time you meet those old things, you can slash them with a sword. kill them."

Hearing this, Li Changsheng hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "Then meditate for a while."

He didn't dislike the dust on the ground, and sat directly among the many stone tablets. He closed his eyes and practiced Qi. After an unknown period of time, his head became more and more depressed, and finally he let out a slight snort.

"Heh, I have the same temperament as my junior sister."

He Kun stretched out his hand to wipe the stele in front of him, brushed the names with his scarred fingers, and said leisurely: "Brother Li, there are only two of us left in this sword sect, but the world is not settled yet."

"Where is Taiping? With my Jianzong's foundation of tens of thousands of years, can't I still exchange for Taiping?"