The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

It's another year of spring, in a small town in Fansu.

There are still Spring Festival couplets on the door curtains of every household, and the red and fiery colors slightly dispel the coldness of the beginning of spring. And the streets are full of people coming and going, and countless people start running for a day's livelihood.

Although the days are not too good, but after all, there is a bite to eat. This is very good for the people of the world who have just ended the troubled times.

A white-clothed Taoist came walking through the fine snow, with a simple iron sword on his back. The face is not very colorful, and it is ordinary like ordinary people, but the eyes are deep and ethereal.

The sergeant at the gate of the city stretched out his hand to stop the Taoist, and said in a respectful tone, "Does this Taoist have a guide?"

Li Changsheng shook his head slightly, then raised his fingertips, and the ancient sword behind his back was unsheathed half out of thin air.

This scene immediately caused exclamations from the surrounding people. The sergeant's expression became more serious, he took half a step back, bowed his hands and said, "This Daoist has offended me just now, please forgive me."

Now I don't know why there are no practitioners, but the common people still retain their respect for "immortals". This is not just a fear of power, but more out of gratitude and sincere reverence.

Especially for those who practice swords, they will be welcomed wherever they go.

Today, there are Jianzong's stone tablets everywhere in the world, and it is clearly recorded on who is the one who subjugated demons and who sacrificed to save the people of the world. The people will never forget the people who really treated them well, and these steles are filled with tributes every festival.

Although Jianzong no longer exists, everyone in the world takes Jianzong as an example. I don't know how many teenagers and girls who went out to seek immortals, they all had adoration for the Sword Sect at first, and respect for the "Sword Immortals" recorded in the inscription above.

The sword, the king of a hundred soldiers, is no longer in vain.

Li Changsheng saw an interesting incident not long after his travels. He passed a certain mountain and found someone fighting. When those juniors in the foundation building stage saw the evil cultivator using a sword, they would angrily scold him that you deserve a sword too. This world is not all bright and bright, at least the evildoers dare not openly, that is enough.

The most terrifying thing in troubled times is not how many people die, but that evil is no longer evil.

"Nothing." Li Changsheng waved his hand and asked, "What time is it now? Where is this place?"

This is a real fairy.

The sergeant was more certain of his inner guess. It is said that these immortals practiced in the mountains for a hundred years with their eyes closed. 100 years is enough time for a place to change its name, or even for a dynasty to change.

"Go back to Taoist Lord, this is the Wu Dynasty, the country name is Guanwu. And this city is called Yuanxi City, it is a small city under Weizhou County in the Wu Dynasty."

"Guanwu." Li Changsheng was in a daze when he heard the name, and then asked: "How is the life of the common people? Are there any corrupt officials?"

The young general who just ran out of the city turned pale with fright when he heard these words. This is not a casual question, especially from the mouth of a swordsman. It is said that sword immortals like to kill corrupt officials most.

But how can an official not be greedy? What kind of officials are they not corrupt?

I don't know how many people regard being an official as a business. Being an official is to make money, and making money is to be an official.

Although the sergeant didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, he also knew that he couldn't just speak ill of his family, so he replied after a little thought: "Back to the Lord, the world will be peaceful, the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and the world will be bright and bright."

[His mother's legs are deducted every day, and I haven't visited a brothel for a month. 】

Li Changsheng saw through and didn't say anything, nodded and said: "That's very good."

Those who wholeheartedly serve the people are a minority. He does not expect perfection in this world, but now it seems that it is true to live and work in peace and contentment.

After speaking, he walked into the city, this time no one stopped him. And the general who defended the city wanted to follow, but he couldn't see the figure of the Taoist in the blink of an eye.

"It really is a fairy!"

Li Changsheng walked among the crowd, and countless people around him passed him by, shouting continuously. There are dignitaries sitting in carriages, coachmen pushing a cart of goods, peasant women selling vegetables with baskets on their shoulders, and children playing and playing.

There is also a wonton stand.

Li Changsheng walked into the wonton stall, and a scent filled his nostrils. He couldn't help but took a deep breath, with a slight smile on his face, and asked, "Shopkeeper, how do you sell these wontons?"

The owner of the store was a rough man with a black face, dressed in coarse linen, and next to him was a woman who looked like his wife, and a child was holding a baby in the corner.

The black-faced thick man smiled and said, "A bowl costs five cents, and if you add meat, it costs seven cents."

"Here are three bowls with meat." Li Changsheng swallowed, looking very hungry.

He hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, and had a farewell drink with Elder He 10 years ago, but that wasn't a meal.

The shopkeeper said with some doubts: "Three bowls? Daoist, can you finish it all by yourself? Although my stall is a bit broken, I will never skip the portion. There are 15 wontons in a bowl. If you think it is not enough, you can add more wontons." No need to eat three bowls of noodles."

"Three bowls, I still have two old friends."

"two?"

The shopkeeper looked left and right and always saw him alone, but since the other party asked him so, he could only do so. It is also a good thing to earn more money for two nights. Taoist priests should not be credited like hooligans.

Soon three bowls of wontons were brought out, and Li Changsheng picked up a spoon and ate slowly, a somewhat familiar taste pervaded his lips and teeth.

[Brother Li, what is this? 】

【ravioli. 】

The first wonton he took Xue Ye to eat seemed to have the same taste. At that time, he was just a little greedy. Later, because the taste was really good, the two of them basically went there once a year. A few times I didn't go because it was too far away and I didn't want to spend a few days on the road.

"Elder He, this is the wonton that Xue Ye likes to eat."

Li Changsheng muttered something to himself, and the child holding the baby next to him cast a puzzled look.

Who is this priest talking to?

After half a stick of incense, Li Changsheng put down the spoon and his face was a little more relieved. And the child holding the baby looked at him for a long time, and also looked at the two bowls of wontons for a long time.

Li Changsheng smiled slightly and pushed the wonton in his direction, saying, "Eat, I invite you."

There was a look of surprise on the child's face, but he didn't go forward immediately, but asked crisply: "Isn't this for the Taoist friend?"

"They can't come if they have something to do, so it's a waste to leave it alone." Li Changsheng replied.

"Thank you Daoist!"

Hearing this, the child no longer hesitated to sit on the bench, hugging his younger brother while eating wontons. From time to time, he chewed it up and gave it to the younger brother in his arms, and the baby immediately let out a crisp laugh.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng couldn't help but smile, and said, "What's your name?"

"Return to Daoist, the younger one is called Wang Huan."

After the two children finished eating the wontons, Li Changsheng took out a few pieces of silver from his sleeve and put them on the table, then got up and left.

The woman checked the authenticity of the silver and then shouted loudly: "The Taoist priest is looking for your money."

"No need to look for it, I will come again next time."

A plain voice drifted over, but the figure of the Taoist had already disappeared into the crowd.

——

"Xu Manhong! Xu Manhong! Xu Manhong!"

The body was shaken violently, and someone kept saying his name.

Xu Manhong gradually regained consciousness, opened her slightly ignorant eyes, and saw that other team members surrounded her and cast concerned gazes. And his neck felt a little cold, and when he lowered his head slightly, he could see an iron ring imprisoning her neck.

This is a magic weapon, the highest level of confinement magic weapon. It is generally used to deal with reincarnated people. She was brought this magic weapon to indicate that she has related suspicions, such as being taken away by the reincarnated person.

After sorting out the current situation a bit, Xu Manhong said: "My name is Xu Manhong, I was born in Donghai City, my father is Xu**, my mother is Jiang*, my number is 45022156***, and the soul lock is 5461258**** .”

She uttered all her information in one breath to verify that she was not taken away. And someone next to her recorded her future words verbatim, and used the company's system to request to call out her confidential content.

The soul lock is a kind of confinement commonly used by sects to protect disciples, specifically to protect the memory related to exercises. To prevent the disciples under the sect from being robbed and searched for their souls, which would lead to the leakage of their own inheritance. And these special monks who are engaged in soul searching work have the highest level of confinement, and everyone's confinement is personally imposed by Qingxuan Daoist.

There is no guarantee that they will not be taken, but it can be proven that they have not.

After a while, the team members confirmed Xu Manhong's identity and released her from the prison.

"Ms. Xu Manhong, we have set a time limit of 15 minutes, and you have just been unconscious for three hours. Explain what happened?"

"...Give me a little time to organize."

Xu Manhong took a deep breath and another deep breath, countless memories flooded up in her mind, and a strong sense of dizziness flooded her forehead.

Jianzong, Li Changsheng, He Kun, the heaven and earth are united in a big formation, the world's sects besiege Jian Tianshan, Tiangan Jiazi, send off wine.

The sequelae this time were very slight, but for some reason, the eye sockets were itchy, and an indescribable sadness welled up in my heart.

"I may have read all the memories, about the memories after Lu Changzhi. In order to ensure accuracy, I will call them by their names."

"The sword fairy has been missing for 361 years. Li Changsheng and He Kun realized that something was wrong with the Zhou Dynasty. They set off today to the capital of the Zhou Dynasty. After meeting the founding emperor there, he was posthumously named the City God of the Mingling King. This man could not bear the suffering of the people. Hungry and suffering turned everyone into living corpses."

Xu Manhong spoke slowly but not slowly. The team members next to her recorded the memories she saw in two forms of recording and typing, and later uploaded them to the company system after verifying the authenticity of the information through soul searching herself. The investigation team also intends to compile it into a book for dissemination among monks.

In terms of research value alone, these memories contain very rich descriptions of the social structure and geographical environment of the practice world.

After about 15 minutes, Xu Manhong finished telling all the content, and she let out a long breath, as if she wanted to let all the dullness go.

"This is the reason for Jianzong's demise. It's not that Jianzong was besieged by the enemy and died, but it was exhausted after killing all the demons in the world."

Everyone's expressions became rather heavy. Although they are in different worlds, their respect for heroes is the same.

"Dying to save the world is magnificent."

"Jianzong is full of heroes and heroes, worthy of the world."

"If this history is compiled into a book and spread, the reputation and influence of Jianzong will rise again, and the name of the first sect in China will be firmly established." A member who is very sensitive to the regional situation said.

"Both the Sword Immortal and the Living Immortal come from the Sword Sect, and they are Taoist couples."

Originally, Shenzhou had some disputes about the first sect, especially after Shixian was born. The title of the most powerful Sword Immortal cannot be secured, and there have been endless debates about whether the Sword Immortal and the living immortal are stronger or weaker. The spread of these news can end these debates and allow Jianzong to re-enter the first sect.

The former is because the strong and the weak of the two couples are the same, and the latter is because the two immortals are both from Jianzong, and Jianzong can also bear this title.

"It's just a pity that most of those Jianzong disciples died during the foundation establishment period, and there is basically no possibility of reincarnation."

"Wait, didn't we send the souls of Jianzong's disciples?"

"There are only a dozen or so, and the number of Jianzong victims is as high as a thousand."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had the intention. Lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, Xu Manhong suddenly opened her eyes, and she remembered a very important thing.

"A reincarnated person has woken up! He Kun, the elder of Jianzong He, woke up. It was he who let me read the memory."

As soon as the voice fell, the alarm light suddenly sounded.

[Target Tangyuan is out of control, and the detention center has activated a first-level alert state. 】

[All investigation team members please gather in 034 detention room, repeat, all investigation team members please gather in 034 detention room. 】

In another room, Tang Yuan stood in a messy room, the expression on his thin face was constantly changing, as if changing faces in a Beijing opera. Dozens of diametrically opposed auras burst out from her body, making people afraid to approach her.

Xu Manhong came dragging his exhausted body, and with him came countless soldiers with live ammunition, each with their black muzzles aimed at the woman in the room in the hospital gown.

Tang Yuan turned her head slightly, just looking at everyone subconsciously tensed up.

When she opened her mouth, her voice didn't look like a woman's, but a deep male voice.

"Little girl, call Brother Li, you should be able to contact him."

"Elder He?"

Under the influence of memory, Xu Manhong blurted out subconsciously. She recognized this voice as He Kun's.

The woman nodded slightly and said, "It's me. The situation is a little critical now, and only Brother Li can solve it. He has practiced for so long and has been called a Living Immortal. He should be much stronger than before."

Where ordinary people can't see, the spiritual platform is already in chaos, and all the spirits wake up one after another.

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, and soon He Kun and other members of Jianzong clashed with others. But fortunately, those three half-step Huashen who fought in the final battle back then pulled He Kun, otherwise he might not be able to take over his body and call for help like he is now.

"I don't have much time, so I must do it as soon as possible. If some people here are allowed to escape, they will inevitably be killed."

"OK."

Without too much hesitation, Xu Manhong took out her mobile phone and called Zhongshufu. She definitely doesn't have the living immortal's phone number, but Zhongshu Mansion must have it.

beep beep.

The phone has not been connected yet.

In a daze, there was an extra man in the room. He was wearing white short-sleeved jeans, his hair was neither short nor long, his facial features were ordinary, and there was no sadness or happiness in his eyes.

His voice fluctuated a little.

"Elder He, long time no see."

Xu Manhong's heart was beating suddenly, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators behind him were also tense.

who is he?