The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

In the year of Gengzi, there have been nearly 400 years in the sword fairy poems. The world was in chaos for 40 years.

Fortunately, all kinds of weird natural disasters are subsiding, and the demon fire that could burn the entire plain and consume 700 million people's food has never appeared again. Although there are still wars among mortals, new countries have gradually emerged one after another, and dynasties in each region are being unified.

Even without the intervention of monks, mortals will still restore peace in their own way. On the contrary, there was the interference of monks, and the hero who was supposed to be able to unify the world and reorganize the universe ended up dead without a place to bury him. All the mundane things in the past depended on the practice world outside the mountain, and the change of dynasty was not what the people wanted, but a word from the people on the mountain.

Whether it exists or not, it is not taken from the people of the world. No matter how you plan your strategy, no matter how you win the hearts of the people of the world, it will be useless.

However, today Jianzong reopened Taiping, and a piece of imperial edict will rule the world.

Since then, immortals return to immortals, and ordinary people return to ordinary people.

The princes and heroes of all parties in the common world, whether they are born rich or noble, or those who hold the sword to conquer the world, all hold a feast. There have been some changes in the general situation of the originally gray world. There is a trend of dragons returning to the sea and tigers returning to the mountains. A pool of stagnant water created a turbulent wave, and no one knew whether this would lead to greater killings or another prosperity.

The monks no longer care about the common people, or those who want to care are dead, and the remaining sects are still closed. Loose cultivators with no background or sect stayed in a corner as before, they couldn't stir up major events in the world, so they survived.

However, the city where scattered cultivators gathered inevitably fell into desolation, and countless people became soldiers, and some even went far away from the border of the human race. But none of the foreign races in the Quartet dared to invade, and everything fell into a strange peace.

A new sword fairy appeared, a lunatic who practiced killing.

The mountain wind blew across the spring mountains, and the desolate Jianzhong mountain range dissipated with the final killing spirit of the disciples of Jianzong, and Tianjian Mountain became a little green again.

Green grass grows in the crevices of the stone, moss grows on the stele, and birds settle on the combed feathers on it.

A Taoist priest in Taoist robes was carrying a bucket to wipe the continuous stone tablets halfway up the mountain.

The Taoist priest looked very old, with gray hair and wrinkles and age spots on his face. The pupils are cloudy, the body is thin, and the waist is always bent when walking.

Not far behind him, a monk wearing Shangqing Palace costumes fell from a high altitude, and his toes stepped on the ground without breaking even the weeds.

Small eyes, wide forehead, kind smile, white hair and childlike face.

This person is the Xinhua God of Shangqing Palace, Taoist Tingqing.

"Senior He, you should rest more, and wait for Senior Li to fetch the heavenly stem Jiazi."

"During the Ching Ming Festival, when offering sacrifices to the dead, this is also the motivation for the living to live. Death is not a bad thing." He Kun shook his head, "Don't call me a senior anymore. Those who have achieved spiritual practice come first. Nascent Soul."

"No." Daoist Tingqing interrupted, "Cultivation is not a realm. Your realm is higher than mine, and your merit is also greater than mine. It is hard to get out of the heavenly stems and Jiazi in ten thousand years. Such heaven and earth treasures are enough for seniors to break through and transform into gods." .”

"Please cheer up again, don't want to die. There are many things worth seeing in this world, and this world has not yet been truly peaceful. The world needs sages to see it, and the king needs immortals to supervise it. This is the way It's peaceful."

He Kun has heard similar words many times, and he has always just laughed at it, never taking it seriously.

"Hehe, if Brother Li said it, I would laugh at him."

He remembered that a few years ago, Li Changsheng took him to a small mountain village in Fansu, about a hundred miles away from Tianjian Mountain. Afterwards, he understood a truth, whoever left the world still rotates. In the past, the sect of the sect was in charge of each place in the world, and after the sword fairy, it was the sword sect who ruled the world.

Now the monks don't care, and the mortals will choose the hero.

Will this be able to live in peace forever?

He Kun has been thinking about this question for a while, and the final answer is no. The world is constantly changing, prosperity and decline are the laws, there is neither eternal peace nor eternal chaos.

Jianzong just let the troubled times end early, so that fewer people will die in the world, that's enough.

"The world belongs to the people in the world. After I leave, there will be someone new to replace me. Times create heroes. As long as the world needs heroes, someone will stand up. Fellow Daoist Ting Qing, how old is this year?"

Taoist Tingqing replied: "It's the tenth year, and it's been seven years since you passed the threshold of life and death."

"It's been so long, I'm getting old, and my memory is getting worse."

He Kun bowed his waist and continued to walk forward, speaking in a hoarse and light voice, as if his soul might return to heaven and earth at any time.

"Brother Li, if you're not sober, I won't be able to stand it anymore. Brother Yunshu, I don't think I can pull this cow back, but I can't really watch him hit the south wall."

He should have died 7 years ago, the world has settled down, and Jianzong is also finished, so he doesn't have too many regrets. Everything has a price. With Jianzong's tens of thousands of years of foundation, it is worth opening Taiping again.

What is there to hope for?

But in the end, he still couldn't let go of Li Changsheng, and couldn't just sit back and watch him go completely mad. Li Changsheng's obsession was too deep. This obsession was not achieved in a day, nor was it created by him alone.

It was Yun Shu, it was him, it was the disciple of Jianzong, it was everything he had experienced.

He Kun thinks that the younger sister's judgment was wrong. Li Changsheng is not a person who doesn't like fighting. He is more aggressive than everyone else. He was too proud, too arrogant, and never put other people in his eyes from the beginning to the end.

That's why he doesn't like fighting and has a peaceful temperament.

What he is fighting for is the Tao, what he is fighting for is the sky, but how can a person fight against the destiny of heaven?

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boom!

There was a loud thunder, and the Bailidi with Tianjian Mountain as the center was instantly covered with dark clouds, and the thunder, which was thicker than the bucket man, ran in it like giant dragons.

Tiangan Jiazi, named after Tiangan, and Jiazi as the year, is the most precious treasure of heaven and earth.

He Kun knew about this kind of treasure in the Zongmen's classics. He once asked the Great Elder, why there is no description of the effect and shape of this kind of treasure?

The Great Elder's answer is that Jiazi has no form and state, and Jiamu is thunder. Thunder is the booing of Yang Qi.

Tiangan Jiazi is a kind of thunder that exists between heaven and earth. Its power is comparable to that of the heavenly catastrophe, and it cannot be seen in ten thousand years. Even if it does appear, very few people can capture it.

A huge black shadow passed by in the thundercloud, and a dragon's chant resounded through the heaven and earth. Countless strong men stretched out their spiritual senses and wanted to find out, but they all let out a dull sound at the next moment, and did not dare to make any more moves.

A hole was opened above Tianjian Mountain, revealing the mysterious existence hidden in the thundercloud.

Thunder and rain are dark, and the dragon wails like a bull.

A thunder dragon with a length of ten thousand zhang, its tail is even higher than Tianjian Mountain just after a glimpse, the huge dragon's head slightly bent down like an ancient sacred mountain falling down.

On top of the dragon's head, a Taoist man in white sat upright, his eyes half-closed, his majesty no one in the world would dare to look at.

He Kun and Taoist Ting Qing raised their heads, feeling their humbleness and insignificance from the bottom of their hearts. The Taoist in the dragon's hand didn't use any momentum to suppress them, just the exposed aura made people feel intimidated.

He took another step forward and became stronger.

Daoist Tingqing is also a god of transformation, and seeing Li Changsheng is also a fog.

The thunder dragon disappeared, and the Taoist floated down, holding a ball of thunder in his hands, in which a dragon-shaped phantom swam.

"Elder He, can refining this thing turn into a god?"

Although it was a question, He Kun knew that even if he shook his head, the other party would force it into his mouth, so he could only nod and replied: "I'm not sure, brother Li's transformation into a god is not a stone on the side of the road, if it doesn't work, it won't work.

Countless monks in the world may not necessarily have a transformation god for thousands of years, let alone a half-disabled person like me? Brother Li should make arrangements for my funeral as soon as possible. Remember to make the tombstone bigger. I am afraid that my deeds will be too many to finish. "

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Li Changsheng's five fingers were slightly retracted, and the dragon-shaped phantom in his palm immediately wailed, and strands of pleading emotions appeared on the blurred figure.

Treasures and creatures are treasures.

If it was the past, Li Changsheng would not have caught it, let alone killed it. He has three refraining from killing, not doing what he wants for survival, not doing it for the safety of his relatives, and not doing it for the Tao.

If it is not what he needs, he never takes half of it, let alone greedy.

But now he needs Tiangan Jiazi to save a friend, a friend who talks a lot.

He Kun continued: "Brother Li, all things have spirits, don't do any more killing. See how spiritual this little guy is, so don't."

"Are you a monk?" Li Changsheng interrupted, and then he closed his five fingers and completely extinguished Tiangan Jiazi's wisdom, and when he opened it again, there was already a crystal clear bead in his hand.

Light blue, with strands of thunder flashing on the surface.

"Eat it, and I will refine it for you."

"Eh, look, this thing is electrifying, will it pierce your mouth?"

As soon as the words fell, Li Changsheng directly popped the beads into He Kun's mouth, and then pressed him on the ground to sit cross-legged.

Another three months passed like this, and He Kun opened his eyes again, and the breeze blew his hair, strands of black and bright hair.

He reached out and touched his face, the wrinkles on it had disappeared. A piece of ice crystal condensed from the void, reflecting a heroic face, as if dreaming back to 500 years ago.

Thoughts have also become extremely clear, not as muddy as before.

But these are all appearances, he has not broken through to become a god.

Taoist Tingqing sighed slightly, and he could also see He Kun's state at the moment. A few more years of life were added, but death was inevitable after all.

Turning gods into gods, turning mortals into gods, but how many people in the world can do it?

Senior Li's merits and good fortune, his realm is probably not weaker than Sword Immortal, or even worse. But it is hard to defy the destiny, and practice is a personal matter after all, no matter how much others help you, it will be useless.

What's more, He Kun is already a half-disabled body at this moment, and being able to survive until now is enough to show his profound Taoism. If it were me, I am afraid that I would have been sitting down as early as 7 years ago.

Li Changsheng's face was still calm, and he said: "You have three more years of life, and you should be able to last another six years with your morality. I heard that there is a magic medicine in the ancient sacred mountain. Those who hear it can increase their lifespan by a hundred years, and they will become immortals immediately if they eat it."

"Brother Li, that magical medicine is the lifeblood of the Dashan Monster Clan. How could you still slaughter the entire Primordial God Mountain? This is not your style, you are insane."

He Kun's voice was no longer hoarse, but became low and magnetic.

"That's enough, I'm so tired. Do you know? If my junior sister didn't ask me to take care of you before she died, I would definitely ignore you bastard."

"The sun rises and sets without anyone in the world. This is what you told me. And you can continue to walk and practice without us. Parting from relatives and friends on the path of practice is something that everyone has to experience. Stop holding on like a child!"

He Kun raised his voice slightly, and looked up at the young man in white with a cold face.

"Life and death are up to God. I, He Kun, have never regretted it. This is my end."

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Li Changsheng didn't answer, and his cold expression didn't change at all.

After a while, he said calmly, "I can save you, wait for me."

After speaking, he turned around and left with the Heavenly Sword on his back, and the direction was the ancient sacred mountain.

He Kun hurriedly stood up to stop him, but suddenly Jue Jian vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground, and his breath languished instantly. He could only turn his head and turn to Taoist Ting Qing for help, and said, "Stop him quickly, the Immemorial Divine Mountain is not something he can break through alone. There are too many existences that have survived since ancient times, and even junior sisters can only suppress them." .”

Li Changsheng is very strong. If it is one-on-one, there may be few opponents in this world, but two fists are no match for four hands.

Taoist Tingqing hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and flew after him. After a while, he suddenly flew back and smashed into the middle of the mountain heavily.

"Senior, I can't beat you."

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In the Year of the Wuzi, this year the world has experienced an auspicious snowfall, and the world has ushered in a preliminary peace.

He Kun's hair was gray again, and his face had some wrinkles, but he was not as old as three years ago. Because he no longer deliberately suppressed the injury and allowed his life to come to an end.

Li Changsheng also returned to Tianjian Mountain. When he came back, the Taoist robe on his body was torn, and there was a huge paw print on his chest.

He was injured, and He Kun saw him injured for the first time. Although it is not heavy, it is enough to show that there is a terrifying existence in the ancient sacred mountain, or there are many beasts comparable to gods.

Li Changsheng didn't reveal anything about the trip, but he couldn't get the medicine after all.

"Elder He, how can I save you?"

This was the first sentence he said when he came back, just like back then.

He Kun smiled slightly, his pale eyebrows curved, and said softly, "Come and have a drink with me."

Li Changsheng didn't answer, so He Kun assumed that he agreed, and took out several jars of rice wine and an earthen bowl from the thatched hut he built himself. This is too simple for a monk, but it is enough for two people.

The two sat in the ruined Jianzong hall, sat on the ground, and drank bowl after bowl. This former No. 1 case in the world has long been buried in the shade of greenery, and it is no longer as grand as it used to be.

"When you first came to the door, the disciples in the door wanted to tear you up. I was stupid and laughed at that time, thinking that Xiao Yunshu had found someone he liked, and I would have chopped you up if I knew it. .”

He Kun's face flushed slightly, wine is not enough to make people drunk, but people want to get drunk.

"Although I don't know who my parents are, the Great Elder is like my father, and Xiao Yunshu is like my daughter. In order to protect the disciples from the suffering of the world and the resentment of parting relatives, the sect recruited the disciples into the fairy sect early. Dear relatives It's not a person who bleeds, but a person who eats a table."

"Brother Li, you were born in a farming family, so you should be used to parting from relatives and friends. Now hahahaha, like a child, it really makes people laugh."

The movements in Li Changsheng's hands paused, then he raised his head and drank a large bowl of wine, and when he put down the glass again, his cheeks were a little rosy.

"I can't let go."

"If you can't let it go, you have to let it go. I am not qualified to teach you other aspects, but I want to talk about this aspect alone. Life and death are the norm, don't be obsessed with it."

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Li Changsheng nodded slightly, then picked up the wine jar and drank heavily. He Kun laughed loudly, then picked up the wine jar and began to drink.

"Have fun! Get drunk today."

The few jars of rice wine bottomed out in a short time. Fortunately, Shangqing Palace prepared a lot of wine for them, and sent them in one jar after another.

He Kun was very drunk, put his hand on Li Changsheng's shoulder, and said with a mouth full of alcohol: "Brother Li, after I die, you should take the Heavenly Sword and go, don't stay here. No one can let you Li Changsheng stays, you shouldn't stop here."

"Don't stay for you like Xiao Yunshu, practice and practice, forge ahead. No matter what kind of difficulties you encounter, no matter who dies, you must keep moving forward, always moving forward."

"Li Changsheng shouldn't stop here."

After finishing speaking, He Kun closed his eyes and snorted evenly.

And Li Changsheng sat there quietly and let him lean on himself, drinking bowl after bowl of wine. After an unknown amount of time, he heard a voice, a voice from a mortal.

Looking out of the mountain, countless mortals gathered at the foot of Tianjian Mountain. They built a roof, offered three animals, and lit incense.

A mortal wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a flat sky crown stood on the rooftop.

"My minister, uphold the way of heaven, obey the people, drive out a hundred years of chaos, and be able to rule the world. In the year of Wuzi, set up a sacrifice at the foot of Tianjian Mountain and tell the immortals."

"Recovering the land of the Wei Dynasty is all subject to Guanwu Daoist, hereby establish a country, Jianyuan Guanwu!"

The mountain wind sent his voice into Tianjian Mountain, crossed countless tombstones on the mountainside, passed through ruins, and finally entered the main hall.

A drop of water fell from Li Changsheng's cheek, and he reached out to pat He Kun who was leaning on him.

"Elder He, the world is peaceful."

He Kun didn't respond, there was a smile on Vicissitudes' face, and his eyebrows were crooked.

Li Changsheng covered his eyes with trembling hands, and let out a hysterical roar, endless emotions and six desires welled up in his heart, completely cutting off the last trace of forgetfulness.

"ah!!!!!!"

Practicing the spirit is still empty, so far it has been completed.