The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

The realm of practice, outside the Moon Palace.

The mountain is eight thousand feet high, the mountain is windy, snowy and cold, and the Guanghan stands in the sky.

Hundreds of years have passed since the event of Moyuan, a generation of golden elixir has replaced a new one, dynasties have changed and the world has changed, only Guanghan is far away and untouchable.

The white jade palace is half hidden in the clouds, and its color is shining brightly, which should be the most in the world. I don't know how many mortals and monks come here to pay their respects every year, but very few people can climb to Guanghan Palace. Basically, only the Nascent Soul Stage can take advantage of the Guanghan Banquet to enter the yearning Moon Palace.

On the mountain, there is a practice city relying on the Moon Palace. People from all over the world gather here, and there are even some mortals who are looking for immortals.

Although the immortals and mortals are separated, monks will not go to the mortal world if they have nothing to do, but the Shangqing Palace does not have any restrictions on mortals. Ordinary people can enter and leave the practice world at will, as long as they are not afraid of death.

A teahouse, with a well-shaped second floor, a table and 4 benches, most of the people who settle down are passing monks, gods and mortals. The basic cultivation base is not high, and has not yet reached the realm of bigu.

The shopkeeper was sitting at the counter, resting his chin on his hands, dozing off with his eyes slightly closed.

Suddenly a shadow came forward, and the shopkeeper opened his eyes with a feeling, and looked up to see an old man with white hair who didn't trim the frame.

He was dressed in tattered, coarse linen clothes, with a thin body, a piece of cloth covering his eyes, and an old broken knife in his arms, whose cultivation level could not be seen. He looked like an ordinary blind old man.

The shopkeeper cheered up and said, "Guest officer, do you want to brush your teeth or drink tea?"

"Is there any wine?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, as if sand was rubbing against his throat.

"Yes, we have spiritual wine here, and the best Nvhong, what do you want?"

"I don't have spirit stones, and I don't have that yellow and white stuff, just see if you can have a sip of wine with this one?"

A dilapidated and yellowed book was placed on the counter, with four characters written on the cover [Selected Works of the Knife]

Seeing this scene, the smile on the shopkeeper's face faded a lot, but he didn't give the old man a look, and said: "Guest officer, I'm not a pawn shop here, and I don't have the firm vision. If you don't mind, I can give you a pot of daughter red."

From this point of view, it looks like a pheasant technique from nowhere, but his way of dealing with people is not to offend others, and a pot of daughter red is nothing to him.

A visitor is a guest, and you will never offend someone who greets you with a smile.

"good."

The blind old man nodded very simply, and then found a corner to sit down on his own. After a while, the waiter in the shop brought up a jar of daughter's red, along with a small plate of fennel beans.

There are not too few people in the teahouse. There are dozens of tables on the two floors, and there are storytellers in the middle telling stories.

The gentleman is probably middle-aged, and his cultivation base is only qi refining, so he can't be regarded as a cultivator, he can only be said to be a person who wants to make a living.

". Immortals suppress the devil, cover the sky with one hand, block all demons alone, and those who wish to come out of the devil and ascend to heaven will come forward to restore peace to the world!"

This set of stories has been sung for hundreds of years, and the children on the street can recite it backwards, and they have long since lost their minds. The storyteller's mouth was unlucky, and he couldn't tell the power of a fairy, so naturally no one applauded.

The blind old man drank a few bowls of wine, then waved to the storyteller.

"What is the order of the guest officer?"

"You can't tell this story."

The storyteller raised his brows and stared, his sourness has gone a lot in his life.

He cupped his hands and said to the sky: "It is a great merit for the immortal to suppress Moyuan, and we all benefit from it. If the immortal did not take action back then, the world may not know what it would be like. If this story is not good, dare to ask the old man what kind of story is it?" Okay?"

With such a hat on, I am afraid that even disciples of the sect would not dare to respond.

The people around also cast their gazes here, but there was little kindness among them. Although the storyteller's story is really not exciting, it cannot be blamed on the story.

The blind old man didn't seem to notice the atmosphere around him, and he still shook his head: "It's too old, too old, and the things of hundreds of years have been told over and over again, and there is nothing new to say."

The storyteller opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so bold.

"Come down and let me talk."

After all, the blind old man came up with a broken knife in his arms. Mr. Storyteller was a poor and cowardly person, so he subconsciously stepped aside.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the blind old man took a deep breath and opened his voice.

"The beginning of the Devil's Abyss is the most holy and sage realm, known as the opportunity to become an immortal in ancient times. Anyone who enters can become an immortal. However, all who enter are demons, swallowing souls and eating blood. His vile heart is known all over the world. If If you go out of the world, you will feed on the world."

"In ancient times, there was a god of heaven, who won hundreds of millions of dawns and died in martyrdom to achieve Taoism. The most holy and sage world is not the most holy and sage of all people in the world."

"There are only immortal Taoists in the world who transform into gods, and the god of transforming from the Demon Abyss, the ancient great demon, is unstoppable."

At this point, the voice stopped, and then the voice suddenly rose and was as thick as a war drum.

"Immortals suppress Moyuan, save the world overnight, shake the thunder and control the world, borrow their spiritual objects from the people of the world, use the heaven and the earth as a furnace, and refine the elixir. When the pill is completed, the demon of Moyuan is born, and the immortal shakes the sky with one hand. Fighting demons with one hand. Ask Immortal Guanghan, grant you the talent to transform into a god, and live three thousand years."

The blind old man's voice fell, and no one answered for a long time, no one responded.

The storyteller was completely stunned.

"how?"

"The old man is wonderful, he knows such details."

"Hahaha, after all, the old man has listened to it for hundreds of years." The blind old man let out a hearty laugh. I don't know if he had an illusion that his body has become much taller and straighter than when he just came in.

Suddenly he changed his voice: "This story is too old."

"A good story never gets old."

"You look old. A young man becomes a monk, but a middle-aged man listens. He is already half buried in the earth and has not seen a fairy." The blind old man walked back to his own table, picked up a jar of wine and drank heavily.

With a bang, the empty wine can fell to the ground and shattered into dozens of pieces.

"Storyteller, I have a story that you can sing till you die, watch it."

The storyteller didn't know why, before he could ask the question, the blind old man had already walked out of the teahouse with the broken knife in his arms, and when he chased him out, he only saw a piercing light of the knife.

Slashing towards the Moon Palace above the nine heavens, the misty white clouds parted, revealing the largest Guanghan Palace in the world.

The blind old man pulled out the broken knife, the blade was mottled, with many gaps and rust. The last sip of wine in his mouth was sprayed on the knife, and he flicked it lightly to illuminate the world.

"I was born in Changchun when I was young. I came out of the mountain village with a sword. Today I tried the sword in Guanghan Palace."

With the smell of alcohol in his mouth, he knelt in front of the Guanghan Palace with his knees bent, holding the knife high in both hands, his head lowered and his voice high.

"Mo Yidao, with the grace of Changchun, set out to practice. I heard that immortals love the world's supernatural powers. I have a sword and ask the immortals to watch it."

The sound spread thousands of miles around, and countless monks cast their gazes. After many years, some people jumped out to challenge Xianwei.

After a long time, an elegant and pleasant voice came out from Guanghan Palace.

"The immortal retreats, retreat."

Mo Yidao didn't obey and still knelt outside Guanghan Palace. Ignoring the gazes of the world, ignoring the driving of the moon palace, so it is ten springs, summers, autumns and winters.

"The knife is good."

A calm voice reached his ears, and an ordinary Taoist appeared in front of Mo Yidao at some point, and gently picked up the broken knife he was holding in both hands.

It contains what he has learned all his life.

The Taoist watched for a long time, and then with a light wave, the sword lighted thousands of miles, cutting the sky and breaking the earth.

"Selected Sword Techniques, what exercises, supernatural powers, and elixir do you want?"

Mo Yidao tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and replied in a trembling voice: "I beg the immortal to give me a thunderbolt, not for life but for death."

After a few breaths, the Taoist replied slowly: "Yes."

The broken knife returned to Mo Yidao's hand, and when he raised his head again, the sky was covered with thunderclouds, and the uncertain light and dark thunder light hit his face, reflecting an expression of excitement and fear.

The knife rises, the thunder falls.

The sky and the earth shook, and there was no light for thousands of miles.

Mo Yidao held a broken knife and screamed up to the sky, Lei Ting added his body to see the god of transformation, and he died within a few seconds of entering the Tao.

Dao Jue Mo Yi Dao died in Lei Ting at the age of more than 600 years. He had no family and no sect, leaving only a broken knife that fell under the moon palace and became a holy place for sword repair.

In Guanghan Palace, the Taoist took a sip of tea lightly.

"Mo Yi Dao, Dao Jue."

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Zhaodi, Jiushoutang.

Nine firsts means one of the nine shorts and nine longs, and the head of the nine shorts is the sword.

Swords are not as popular as swords in the practice world, but there are no fewer people who use them. Take the middle and lower class monks such as building foundations and practicing Qi as an example. Except for those who are famous in the way of swordsman, most people's weapons are either knives or guns. As long as you haven't left your mortal body, you basically won't use a sword.

Swords are not suitable for pure hand-to-hand combat. In comparison, knives and guns have great advantages.

Jiushoutang is a sect that uses knives. It was built on the spiritual veins of a deep mountain and old forest. The place that was originally full of thorns and trees was leveled by large machines, and reinforced concrete buildings rose from the ground. In the center is a huge boiler, in which the spiritual fire is billowing, and every 10 seconds, it will emit heat waves as high as thousands of degrees, like the breath of a giant dragon.

In order to make the best use of everything, the government of Zhaodi plans to build several thermal power generating units on the periphery to supply this electricity.

Under the spirit fire, there are all kinds of knives hanging, including the horse-chopping knife with a long handle, the ring-handed knife with engraved dragon patterns, the horizontal knife with a single edge and simplicity, and the cold moon knife that bends like a crescent moon. The saber used by Buddhism

when!

The crisp sound of hammering iron resounded through the towering boiler room, the huge black iron hammer fell, and the alloy floor with a thickness of one meter trembled slightly. An ordinary person stands here and hits the hammer, even if it doesn't hit him, the vibration is enough to hurt the internal organs, just like the shock wave of an explosion.

The man wielding the black iron hammer was a two-meter-tall man with an iron tower, Kong Wu's powerful muscles, bronze-colored skin, a Chinese-character face, slightly raised eyebrows, and looked like a tiger from a distance.

His name is Mo Yidao, the owner of Jiushoutang in Zhaodi, the owner of Jiushoutang Forging Co., Ltd., with a registered capital of 100,000 yuan, and currently the only part-time blacksmith.

Due to the fact that the government has successfully broken through the difficulties of the Artifact Refining Method and trained a large number of Artifact Refiners in the past year, the price of Spirit Artifacts in Jiushoutang had to be greatly reduced. The weapons forged by his disciples can only be sold through private channels, and the government does not accept magic weapons such as swords at all.

It is said that the government is now using a black iron block weighing 50 tons, and 10 people control it together. Killing the foundation building period during the Qi training period is like killing a dog.

Mo Yidao also admired the black iron block very much. It is useless at the Jindan stage, but it is simply invincible at the level of foundation building and Qi training. Not everyone can stop the pure flying smash, let alone with firearms.

The government is very good at this kind of collective battle.

So Mo Yidao had to work overtime to forge weapons to maintain the food and clothing of the entire sect. Although the middle and low-end instruments were impacted by industrial production, it had no effect on the instruments of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the Golden Core Stage was rated as a strategic weapon.

He can play 2 foundation-building knives a day, and it's not a problem to process and add 5 knives. A knife can be sold for 3 million spirit stones, and a better-looking one can be sold for tens of millions, or even 100 million. But it's a pity that those who took out 100 million were from aristocratic families, and they couldn't come up with 100 million worth of spirit stones.

when!

When the last hammer fell, a flash of fire flashed across the ring-head knife on the forging platform, full of spirituality and shining brightly.

Mo Yidao put down the heavy hammer, picked up the blade to look at it carefully, breathed lightly across the blade, and accompanied by a slight buzzing, the invisible blade air flew out, leaving a trace on the alloy floor. Knife marks like this are everywhere, densely spread all over the boiler room.

As soon as he threw it away, the newly forged sword was hung on the iron chain above, nourished by the spiritual energy.

Magical artifacts are expensive, and they are expensive in aura and materials.

"come in."

Immediately afterwards, a strong man who also looked very burly walked in. He looked a little flustered, and walked a little faster, saying: "Master is not well, Fairy Taiyin is back. Letters from other sects say that I am afraid that I am going to the township level. Integrate the Zongmen of Zhaodi."

"Fairy Taiyin is back? She is willing to come back." Mo Yidao was surprised. He thought that the other party would never come back after such a visit, even though the residence of the Moon Palace is in Zhao.

It might not be surprising that Yuegong gave up on Zhaodi, which they had been running for so many years, and moved directly to Zhoudi that day.

"That's right, the government received news from Qin Di this morning, saying that Taiyin Fairy is going to apply to become a township class." The disciple said, this is undoubtedly a big news for all monks.

Theoretically, Zhen Guo-level is the immediate boss of all monks, and no one likes to find a father for themselves. Whether it is a local monk or a reincarnated person, most people don't want Zhao Di to have a state-level status.

But in his view, Fairy Taiyin is robbing him of his position as master. Before that, in the entire Zhao land, the one who was most likely to become a national town was Juedao Mo Yidao. If he hadn't recovered late, he would definitely have a place as a master.

Originally, Zhao Di and Mo Yidao had started to contact each other, and it was expected that they would be formally appointed after about half a year of negotiation, but a Taiyin Fairy suddenly appeared. The background of the pinnacle of deity transformation, the direct line of the immortal, the most beautiful woman in the world, etc., instantly made the government fall to the other party.

The most terrible thing is that his master was beaten to death by a fairy in his previous life.

"News from Qin Di?"

Mo Yidao grasped the key information. He thought it was just a rumor, but now it seems that there is a closed-door meeting at the township level.

He waved his hand and said, "Go back to practice, you don't have to worry about this matter, and don't get involved in it."

"Master, let's run, the world is full of cultivation, we."

"I said go back to practice."

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A few seconds later, the disciple flew out of the boiler room and slammed heavily on the steps. If it is an ordinary person, this blow may be dead, but it is not painful or itchy for a body-refining foundation cultivator.

After kicking the disciple out, Mo Yidao said to the empty boiler room: "Come out, talk about things if you have something to do, leave if you have nothing to do, Mo Mou doesn't welcome outsiders here."

The next void was slightly distorted, and a man with a sharp face and narrow eyes came out, he was cultivated as a golden core, and his aura was neither righteous nor evil.

The golden elixir is not difficult for the reincarnated, what is difficult is the consummation of the golden elixir. Many golden elixirs were brought up by force, and they could not meet the standards of their previous lives.

"Friend Daoist Mo, Xiaodao."

"Hello." Mo Yidao interrupted, "I'm not interested in mediocrity."

The words were merciless, which made the visitors feel disgraceful, but they did not dare to attack due to the strength of the other party. Mo Yidao once beheaded a Golden Core stage when he established his foundation, but now that he has just entered the Golden Core stage, his strength may be even more terrifying.

The fact that the strong one crushes the dead, and the weak have no right to speak has never changed among the monks because of the changes in the world.

The pointed-faced monk said: "The Taiyin Fairy is back, sent back by the Sword Immortal, and the Zhenguo Rank was recommended by General Qin Fei. You can't compete with her in the direct line of living immortals."

"Zhou, Qin, and Qi have all completed full control over the spiritual veins. No matter the name or the actual control, they have all fallen into the hands of living immortals. Zhao land is the last private land for us, we must fight for it."

Mo Yidao's tiger eyes opened slightly, his iron tower-like body leaned forward slightly, the man tensed his body subconsciously.

"You want to compete with the immortal?"

"Cultivation is expensive, and the spirit veins are originally from the sky, and never belong to anyone. The living immortals domineeringly and tyrannically steal the world's spiritual energy to mortals, and one day they will anger everyone. You are not alone, fellow Taoist. There is not only one strong man in the world, there will always be a strong man who is equal to or even stronger than him in the future."

"There are no tigers in the mountains right now, and monkeys are called kings. And I came here today under orders, and I want you to disturb Fairy Taiyin from ascending the township level, at least to dampen her arrogance."

The pointed-faced monk didn't give a positive answer, but Mo Yidao took it as his admission.

A cold light flashed, and a head and soul were cut off by the light of the knife.

Mo Yidao didn't turn his eyes to look at the fallen corpse, but looked downcastly at the blade, which was already covered with dense cracks.

He sighed sincerely: "It's not as good as my broken knife."