The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

After the death of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Li Changsheng did not stop, and the sword in his hand never stopped, but the clothes on his body became more colorful.

Xu Manhong noticed that Li Changsheng began to not shy away from splashing blood on himself, which should be avoided with his cultivation. But when he kills, apart from swinging his sword, he won't do anything superfluous, allowing the blood of the enemy to splash on himself.

He was tired, so tired that he only had the strength to swing his sword.

In the early years, some research institutes specialized in studying the theoretical limit of monks, among which an argument was put forward, the theory of engine wear.

Compare Reiki to energy, and monks to engines.

Theoretically, as long as a monk has enough aura, he can continue to act. The monks have indeed demonstrated extraordinary continuous action ability. A Qi-refining monk can work continuously for 58 hours with sufficient aura without affecting the quality of his work.

But in fact, there are countless similar monks, and the proportion of sudden death from overwork among the monks in Shenzhou is as high as 3%. At present, the record of the continuous working time of a Qi Refining Cultivator is 152 hours. It came from a grassroots cadre of the company who died during the turmoil in Moyuan.

Xu Manhong also worked continuously for more than 100 hours, and the ration of spiritual energy and elixir was very sufficient. There is no physical injury, but the soul has been exhausted. In a field that has not been thoroughly studied in modern times, there is also a certain mechanism for the soul that needs to be rested.

The living immortal should be in this state, and he has never closed his eyes after decades of killing. The aura and body are at their peak, but the spirit has reached its limit. Even Xu Manhong, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, could tell that Li Changsheng had gradually lost his temper at this moment.

Whether right or wrong, as long as it becomes an obstacle to peace, he will cut it off.

Perhaps because of the excessive killings, bystanders like Xu Manhong were short of breath and even lost their minds. Memory is materially harmful, especially the memory of others.

"If you kill like this, will the world really be peaceful?"

This sentence was not said by Xu Manhong, but it spoke from her heart. It is indeed necessary to kill all the demons in the world, but just killing is not enough. The reason why Jianxian was able to stop killing with killing was because there was a large group of people standing behind her, but Li Changsheng had only He Kun to help him.

This was the first dispute between Li Changsheng and He Kun. They had a dispute about how to save the world.

As a bystander, Xu Manhong was under enormous pressure, not to mention the two on the stage. They sacrificed all their descendants, sacrificed the foundation of Jianzong, and there was no hope from the beginning to the end.

Li Changsheng said indifferently: "The world belongs to the people of the world. If I eliminate man-made disasters, the people will naturally save themselves."

"You are just killing people." He Kun scolded angrily. "The common people can't even eat now, how can they save themselves? Back then, the junior sisters pacified the world, and behind them were the elders of the sect who stabilized the situation and adjusted the wind and rain. This is not how the world is saved. We must unite with other sects, otherwise we alone will be powerless to return." sky."

That's right, the two of them alone cannot save the world.

Xu Manhong thought so, and suddenly put a hand on her shoulder, and her body seemed to return to the ground from space. She wanted to turn her head away, but in her memory, he didn't have control over her body.

To be precise, her state at the moment is that she has no body. It is because a force has just been injected into her body to stabilize her three souls and six souls, giving her the illusion of a real body.

"Little girl, don't be affected by memory, you are just watching."

The memory in front of him suddenly stopped, and the picture was frozen on Li Changsheng's indifferent expression, and the picture gradually disappeared from his sight.

Xu Manhong's soul body reappeared, and beside her stood a swordsman in red, He Kun.

"Senior." Xu Manhong clasped her hands and bowed in salute. At this moment, she had let go of her inner guard. There is the influence of memory, but also the rationality of gradually calming down and weighing interests.

He Kun asked: "Little girl, do you think what I said is right?"

Xu Manhong followed his heart and replied: "You are right, peace cannot be created by killing alone. Peace can never be won in modern warfare. I used to be a researcher on international security. In war, both sides know each other When the war is not good for oneself, it is the beginning of peace."

"But you and the immortals are just blindly launching wars instead of resolving conflicts. The most terrifying war is a war without purpose. Now you should reconcile with these immortals and reach an agreement, so that peace can be ushered in."

At this point, Xu Manhong suddenly felt that she was talking to herself and added: "Of course, you and the immortal have obviously solved the problem, and only in this way can the era of immortality be prosperous."

Otherwise, it is hard to say why there is prosperity and peace behind the immortal way, thus forging the unique temperament of the immortal era.

It's not about hello, me, hello, everyone, but fighting for profit without hurting the people. No matter how ruthless the cultivation world fights against each other, it will not affect ordinary people. It is not that people in the age of immortality did not have conflicts with the government, but they never did everything.

This provides the basis for the integration of Shenzhou and Xiandao.

"No." He Kun shook his head and said, "Brother Li didn't compromise with other sects, but convinced me instead."

"ah?"

Xu Manhong was stunned, and then a picture appeared in front of him, and the memory of just now continued to move forward.

He Kun shouted angrily: 【Look at yourself, there is so much blood on your body that it has already cocooned! Thirty years in troubled times, you have killed enough, Brother Li, please stop. 】

Li Changsheng's expression was still indifferent, and he replied: 【What if I don't? Elder He wants to betray the sect? 】

【Different road non-phase plan. 】

Li Changsheng punched He Kun in the face, which instantly aroused the emotions that he had suppressed for a long time, and he also punched him.

He roared angrily: 【My surname is Li, I have tolerated you for a long time, this bastard was the one who failed my junior sister back then. If you had appeared earlier, how could Junior Sister have died in depression, and how could Jianzong have fallen into such a situation! 】

However, Li Changsheng was obviously a master who didn't want to suffer at all, so he stretched out his hand to block the fist, and then took advantage of the opportunity to punch him under the bridge of the nose, causing blood to fly straight away.

[I will fight with you! 】

He punched him down again, and he was directly fucked into the mud by He Kun. Although the two powerful monks did not kill, they just fought hand-to-hand, but their movement has already shaken the ground ten miles around.

He Kun was unilaterally crushed by Li Changsheng, punching him in the face one after another, and he could only do meaningless struggle and impotent rage. Huashen beating Yuanying is really the same as Laozi beating his son, there is no power to fight back.

After an unknown amount of time, the two stopped their movements at the same time, panting heavily, as if they wanted to spit out everything that had been suppressed for decades.

Li Changsheng said: [Has Elder He lost his temper? If there is no relief, you can cry, and proper venting is good for your body. 】

[Fuck your mother, why don't you say that crying will greatly increase your skill. 】He Kun scolded, 【If you want to calm down, you were beaten by me, and his grandmother was beaten unilaterally by me. Li Changsheng, you are such a small-minded villain, you can't suffer at all. 】

Li Changsheng let the other party scold him and didn't return his words, he just raised his fist and smashed it down again, followed by a mournful howl resounding through the forest.

[Li Changsheng, I call you an immortal! 】

In this way, the two finally calmed down, and their emotions were vented.

He Kun was silent for a while and said: [Brother Li, I actually received a message from those sects a few days ago. They said they are willing to go back hundreds of years and regard you as the second generation of sword immortals. The condition is to ignore the past and stop killing. 】

[Brother Li, it's time to stop. With their help, the world will soon be peaceful. 】

Li Changsheng shook his head unmoved, and said: [Elder He, this is not a distinction between good and evil, let alone right and wrong. It is an enemy-our relationship, and it will not stop until one of them is driven out. 】

He looked straight into He Kun's eyes, and there seemed to be a fire in those calm eyes, a flame that wanted to burn everything up.

[Elder He, Xianmen is not like them, do you understand? 】

He Kun shook his head in silence for a while and said: [I don't understand, but I believe you, what do you want to do? 】

[Kill] Li Changsheng calmly read out the word "kill". If it was an outsider, he would think that he had already killed and went crazy.

The memory is frozen here, and Xu Manhong can feel that the memory has come to an end, and everything is about to come to an end.

Generally speaking, the memory before death is the most vivid and the most emotionally impactful. That's why they, the investigators, had prejudice against Li Changsheng before, and even hated him.

He Kun didn't wait for her to ask questions, and said on his own: "Brother Li took me to a small mountain village in the border of Jianzong. The people there originally ran into the mountains and forests due to the war, and later reclaimed wasteland to reproduce. You can recreate the universe without the help of monks."

"I'm too arrogant. In Brother Li's words, a mere monk dares to question the people's farming ability."

Unlike Li Changsheng who went all the way from a farmer to practice, He Kun, like Dong Yunshu, was brought into the sect from an early age and raised by the great elder. It can be said that he has practiced since he was born, and he knows very little about ordinary customs, and even less about ordinary people.

In his eyes, the people are the weak and weak in need of help.

"Wild fire, in spring."

"Little girl, I really like your modern saying that history is created by the people, and we are the strong ones who come out of the people."

He Kun took half a step back and disappeared, and Xu Manhong was once again shrouded in white light.

She saw the terraced fields all over the mountains, the water wheel that was constantly turning by the mountain spring, and the people wearing bamboo hats and wielding hoes in the setting sun.

And He Kun has already returned to the Lingtai, looking up at the enchanting woman who only hangs a layer of tulle in the distance. At this moment, the woman opened her eyes, looking at herself and the many disciples of the Sword Sect with a smile on her face.

"Reincarnation and rebirth, the heaven and the earth have just opened. He Daoyou, long time no see, it seems that you are going to die under my hands again."

"How dare a jealous woman speak wild words?"

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In the Xanadu hidden in the mountains and forests, Li Changsheng and He Kun descended from the sky, immediately attracting a large number of people to watch.

At first, people were full of wariness, and some even took up hoes, but when they saw Li Changsheng's face, their attitudes suddenly reversed.

"It's Doctor Li!"

"Doctor Li is here, Doctor Li is here."

People rushed to tell each other, more and more people gathered around, and the common people ate pots of oatmeal to entertain the two of them.

Seeing this, He Kun couldn't help but asked via voice transmission: Is this a paradise built by Brother Li to take in the common people?

Li Changsheng didn't respond to him, but turned to communicate with the people, mostly about illnesses and medical skills. What kind of herbs are there in the mountains, what kind of herbs can cure diseases, how to deal with herbs, etc.

These topics reminded He Kun that Li Changsheng had been practicing medicine to save people for a long time.

The old village chief took out the only pot of rice wine in the village, filled a bowl for Li Changsheng, and said, "Doctor Li, this old man brewed it specially for you. I have never brewed wine, so I don’t know if there is a dialogue with craftsmanship.”

Afterwards, the old village head also poured He Kun a small half cup, his movements were slight and his expression was pained.

"This Daoist should also try it."

What is the difference?

He Kun twitched the corners of his mouth. He couldn't understand why Li Changsheng, with facial paralysis, was popular everywhere he went.

Taking a small sip of the rice wine, he said in a very unpleasant way: "No taste, no taste."

After some chatting, He Kun finally figured out the situation.

These people did hide here because of the war, but this paradise was not created by Li Changsheng. It is the people who have worked hard for two generations to achieve the current scale. And Li Changsheng just happened to pass by to teach them some medical skills, and they depended on themselves for the rest.

He Kun was silent for a while and asked: "Mister, what are you going to do in the future?"

"Of course it's good farming. Does the Taoist priest still expect us little people to go outside to die?" The old village chief pointed to the opposite mountain, "We will stay here to farm, and we will reclaim that mountain next year. That one, that one in the next year."

"As long as there is land, we can't die."

At night, the two stayed, and the villagers lit a huge bonfire in the middle of the clearing and prepared a grand dinner.

The boys and girls danced around the bonfire. Li Changsheng shook his head and rejected the invitation of several little girls, and more girls hid in the distance and peeped at him. But He Kun was never cared about. Originally, he didn't care what mortal women thought of him, but after such a comparison, he had to care.

He thought he was better than Li Changsheng in appearance, but why did these girls only look for him?

He Kun took a big sip of the wine and said, "It's tasteless."

It was midnight when the bonfire was completely extinguished, and all the villagers returned to the house, except for two people who were still sitting outside. However, the village head sent them two coarse cloth blankets, for fear that the two of them would be frozen.

Before returning to the house, the old village head couldn't help asking: "Doctor Li, Daoist He, you are immortals, when will the troubled times end?"

Li Changsheng poured himself the last bowl of wine, and said flatly, "It will end before sunrise tomorrow."

Raise your head and introduce farmhouse turbid wine. It tastes sweet in the mouth and astringent in the throat.

Putting down the wine bowl, the two got up and left under the moonlight. Countless villagers looked up at them through the gaps in the windows, with an emotion called hope in their eyes.

Jianzong ordered many immortals to come to watch the ceremony.