The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

There are few old people in the river of forgetfulness who can communicate with each other. Li Changsheng had some conflicts with them at the beginning. For the great masters of cultivation, sometimes they use their fists to establish their status.

If you are equal, you can be a Taoist friend, if you are strong, you can be a brother, if you are very strong, you can be a senior.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hands and said, "Immortal, I have been looking for you so hard, old man."

In his previous life, he was always referred to as a Taoist friend. At that time, there was a huge difference in strength between the two, but their Taoism was only weaker. The old man had something to teach Li Changsheng, and Li Changsheng also discussed the Tao with him, encouraging himself that there is no problem as a fellow Taoist.

But the situation is different now. The old man clearly realizes that Li Changsheng is already so powerful that he can't see through it at all. When the two met by chance, it was right to be respectful.

"What's the matter with me, an idler?" Li Yi asked.

"It's for the common people in the world."

The old man moved out the words he had prepared. He knew Li Yi and wanted to ask the other party for help, not like asking a little black man, and he couldn't offer the benefit of making the other party's heart beat. To do what one likes, for the common people of the world, but also for the foundation of Shenzhou Xiandao.

Pointing to the river next to him, he said: "You should also feel that Huangquan is about to recover. It would be nothing if it was the Huangquan of yours and mine. At that time, the law of heaven tended to be perfect, and the existence in Wangchuan had long since been wiped out. , only a few scattered remains remain.”

The later the world of practice, the more perfect the way of heaven is, and it becomes more and more difficult to produce existences beyond common sense. These existences cannot be demonstrated by simple realms, just like the living immortals in front of them. It is also in the realm of transforming gods, so killing him in the same realm is like killing a dog.

In the long past, it is believed that there are also strong people like him, especially when the laws of heaven are not perfect.

"Now the third recovery of heaven and earth is coming, and the terrifying existences buried under the underworld from ancient times to the present will also recover. They are very likely to come with their full bodies. You also know that the earlier the age, the more conflicts with the immortal way. People are people, they treat people like nothing."

"That's right, the owners of the remains in the River of Forgotten are not suitable for modern times."

Li Yi nodded in agreement. There is a word often used in modern books on historical interpretation, the limitation of history.

It is a bit too biased to describe their cultivation skills. It is not that there is no great ability to love the people in the ancient times, and it is not all the beasts that only know how to kill in the ancient times. The strong will not be bound by the rules, everyone has their own code of conduct.

But it is undeniable that they will also be affected by the current society.

Immemorial, ancient, and his immortal way are all different.

Qiong Yu also commented: "Modern society is too absurd for many people in ancient times. It is equivalent to a younger brother marrying a sister-in-law. It feels absurd not to fall on me, but to kill myself when it falls on me."

"That's a metaphor." Li Yi glanced at Xiao Qiongyu sitting on her shoulder, she tilted her head slightly, and said again: "Isn't it? From my previous understanding, it is true. For many people, it is necessary to abide by modern laws. , which amounts to a violation of ethics.”

"My younger brother is my subordinate, my wife is what I need to occupy, and my younger brother married my wife."

Li Yi pondered slightly, nodded and said: "It makes sense. The contradiction between the modern and the strong is that the law deprives them of the rights they feel they should have. For them, it is the next offense."

He also made the following comparison when reading history books. The ancient period was like before Xia, Shang and Zhou, the ancient period was after Xia, Shang and Zhou, the sword fairy period was modern times, and after him is modern times.

Xiandao has irreconcilable contradictions with other eras, and the same is true for modern times. Those who practice great powers are like ancient princes and nobles, who came to modern times with the code of conduct of the previous life, and the law naturally cannot tolerate them.

Therefore, Li Yi generally would not talk nonsense with these people, and would crush to death when he saw them jumping out, just like the ghost who was crushed to death by himself just now. After all, he prefers a peaceful society to Youzhou.

Li Yi couldn't refuse to go downstairs for a soy milk fried dough stick when he woke up in the morning instead of eating people everywhere.

Hearing the discussion between the two, the stone in the old man's heart was completely dropped.

"Then please hurry up and call all the strong men from all over China to come here. The Underworld will be opened soon. At that time, ghosts and monsters will run rampant and the world will be in chaos. The most troublesome thing is that the ancient saints escaped. Just now, an ancient saint ran away. Out!"

In the past, the old man's first reaction must have been to inform those officials, but now he thinks that the one in front of him is more able to gather the power of the entire Shenzhou. Today's top masters of the Divine Immortal Dao are either his disciples or his Taoist companions.

It confirms a slogan of the Chinese government that all parts of China are relatives.

Hearing this, Li Yi and Qiong Yu were calm and happy, embarrassing the agitated old man.

"Immortal, I know you are very strong, but as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. When you went to fight those Jedi, you have seen how many saints' remains are buried in them. And it will inevitably affect innocent people. , It is good to call other strong men to stabilize the situation.”

"The ancient saint you are talking about, is this one?"

Li Yi spread his hands slightly, and there was a jade-like phalanx in his palm.

The old man blinked, but didn't react at first, and then opened his mouth slightly when he saw the breath of the phalanx.

"You solved it?"

It's doubts, and more it's unbelievable. This is not simply the remains of the ancient sage, it should be called a part when it is stored on the body, and its power is not the same.

But Li Yi caught it just like that.

Wait, didn't I just get taken advantage of?

Suddenly thinking of this, the old man's heart was bleeding, the thing he just took out was no less than a supernatural power. If he had known that the Immortal would block the door before he came to Huangquan, he would be fine even if he didn't return to Shenzhou.

Li Yi replied lightly: "Well, it's a matter of little effort."

Just grab and pinch and you're done.

"..."

The old man silently closed his mouth, his expression was exactly the same as that of Qiong Yu's, and he felt an inexplicable shame when recalling his actions in rushing back.

He sighed, quickly collected his thoughts, straightened his appearance and said, "Everything will be safe with you in Shenzhou. I dare to ask you how you plan to deal with this underworld?"

Li Yi replied without thinking: "Looking for reincarnation."

"Come again like before?"

The old man's eyes froze, and he stared closely at the plainly dressed fair young man in front of him, as if he was confirming something.

He asked again: "Has someone you cherished died?"

Back then, Li Changsheng came to Wangchuan for the method of bringing the dead back to life. At that time, the old man could tell at the first sight that he had obsessions, and he had already become a demon. It's okay for ordinary practitioners to have demons, but I'm afraid that this kind of top powerhouse will have demons and go to extremes.

He is the Optimus Prime of China now, if something goes wrong with him, the sky will fall.

Li Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly he felt playful, and asked, "Friend Daoist, is there a way to bring the dead back to life?"

The old man backed away immediately, and said rather terrified: "... Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, if you can't save it with your cultivation, it may be destiny, don't force it, don't force it."

Qiong Yu was surprised by this appearance, she didn't understand if it was necessary to ask about the method of initial resurrection? Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, so what if someone really died?

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In the realm of practice, Wangchuan.

"Is this Wangchuan?"

Li Changsheng saw endless Yin Qi in his eyes, and he could turn to frost with a slight exhalation. The severe cold here can make the water as hard as ice blades, exhale can dissipate the yang energy in the body, and turn the blood all over the body into ice crystals.

The Yin Qi is invisible and colorless, but here it condenses into a gray piece, like snow fog, which cannot be seen clearly.

He released his consciousness slightly, and the surrounding yin energy was overwhelming in an instant, and he pressed his consciousness back, as if he was in the deep abyss.

With Li Changsheng's cultivation base, his spiritual consciousness can only extend ten miles, which is already the limit of what he can do.

But the scene of Wangchuan has already revealed a corner to him, gray and endlessly cloudy, and there is only a golden river running from west to east under his feet. The endless remnants of living beings in the river rolled, and they were washed away from the world of mortals in an instant.

There is nothing wrong with his coming, this is indeed the home of the dead.

"It is more than 10 times less than outside, and the Yin Qi will continue to erode my soul and body."

Li Changsheng frowned slightly, and a slight burning sensation came from all over his body, which made him burn for too long when he returned to the mortal in a trance.

It's no wonder that Wang Chuan is not suitable for living people to enter, even he can feel the burning sensation, it may be even more serious when the ordinary transformation spirit comes.

But since it can come in, it has its own reasons, and there must be a solution.

Li Changsheng stepped on the amber-like Wangchuan River, leaned over and sat cross-legged, with his eyes slightly closed.

With one breath and one breath, one enters into the heaven and the earth, and forgets the law, the law, and the principle of existence, all in the bosom.

After an unknown period of time, he opened his eyes, a white flame ignited on his body, and all the burning sensation disappeared in an instant.

"Extreme yin is yang, so I'll call you Yang God."

Li Changsheng discovered that Wang Chuan's erosion of the body was like fire, but his erosion of the soul was as gentle as water. It's not that the latter is harmless, and the soul in this environment is like ink dripping into the sea, which will soon be dissolved.

But these two kinds of violations are fundamentally different, the body is like fire and water, and the soul is simply not adapted to this environment.

He wondered if he consolidated his soul to a certain level, would he be able to resist the erosion of Wangchuan?

So Li Changsheng created a supernatural power based on the environment here. Strictly speaking, it's not a supernatural power, but just the prototype of a supernatural power.

Li Changsheng got up and walked towards the end of the River of Forgetfulness, one step covered a thousand meters, walking in the River of Forgetfulness, standing on top of hundreds of millions of dead souls.

Colder than the cold is loneliness.

From time to time, he would pick up a remnant soul and watch the other person's life like watching a movie, which is a rare entertainment in Wangchuan. The only thing that makes Li Changsheng a little regretful is that this kind of entertainment is not enjoyable. The souls of monks return to heaven and earth, while mortals fall into the river of forgetfulness.

Some people say that it is because monks understand their original mind, so they don't need to forget their worries. And mortals are in the world of mortals, and they need to wash away their filth before they can be reincarnated.

Li Changsheng doesn't know whether this statement is true at the moment, but mortals are indeed filthy, and their lives are too miserable.

Birth, old age, sickness, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

He bent down again, and what he picked up was the soul of a wealthy businessman. He is dressed in coarse linen clothes, with wealth and merit on his head.

Such a person should have a happy life, right?

"...My name is Wang Pingbao, I was born in a peasant family, and I am a commoner. Later, I gained some wealth by selling illegal salt, and I was lucky enough to catch up with nobles and become a wealthy family."

"...I help the poor, help the people, and build bridges and roads for my hometown. Over the years, I am talented and have a little reputation at the same time. People call me Wang Dashan. But I don’t have many small evils, and there are no big evils. , can be regarded as worthy of this title.”

"...I took several concubines and never had a son. Fortunately, the middle-aged girl was favored by God, and she was regarded as a treasure and named Bao'er. However, as luck would have it, Baoer was born with dementia, and God punished me."

"... Fifty years before I knew my fate, I knew that my fate was not long, and I still couldn't find someone worthy of entrustment. So I found a hemp rope one night and strangled my little girl to death. She cried and said to me, Daddy Bao'er knew he was wrong, Bao'er must learn to be smart."

"I have enjoyed 25 years of abundant food and clothing, so I don't have to suffer the rest of the world. My father will be a cow and a horse for Bao'er in the next life."

In the end, the wealthy businessman hanged himself to death.

Li Changsheng put down the remnant soul with his own hands, remained silent for a long time, bowed his head and continued on his way.

After walking for about ten days, he couldn't help picking up a remnant soul again, a remnant soul full of noble spirit.

Wearing an official robe, with a dignified head, the official worships the prime minister.

"Born from a poor family, the number one scholar in high school, and finally worshiped as the prime minister, is it so perfect?"

Li Changsheng asked, the remnant soul doesn't have any self-awareness, but the memory has shaken his head instead of him.

"...I was born in a poor family. Three generations of my ancestors served as officials in the court, and the officials worshiped the fourth rank. Later, the family's fortunes fell, and my generation has no status left. It is no different from ordinary farmers. Parents save food and give I went to a private school, and I lived up to my parents' expectations."

"...I have a childhood sweetheart named Yuniang, who lives in a well-to-do family. Her ancestors were local parents' officials. When she was fifteen years old, she was in full bloom and was waiting to be married. I came to propose marriage, but was turned away because of poverty. Yuniang wanted to marry her. I eloped and asked the servant girl to deliver the letter, saying that I will see you at the pavilion outside the city on the Qixi Festival, but I did not go."

"...with a breeze in your sleeves, how dare you miss a beautiful woman."

"...Hou Yuniang married a rich man in the city, and I also went to Beijing early to take the exam. After 10 years of wasting time, I finally returned home with the top score in the exam, only to find out that Yuniang had hanged herself in the gazebo."

"...I am a prime minister. I am an extremely talented minister. The Emperor Shangqi supports all the people. I have never been greedy for ink in my life. When I died, my family property was only 30 taels, but I am a villain."

Li Yi widened his eyes slightly, a ray of fierce light flashed, and said: "You have achieved fame, and you can leave your name in history, and you will be incensed by future generations for a hundred years. How can you be a villain?"

"I also saved the world, and put an end to all injustices. Ask the sword in the world, no one can fight, no one can stop, and create peace for the second generation."

The prime minister's aged appearance in official robes suddenly changed, changed by the emergence of memories. The youth's high school champion, washed his face with tears.

"... I have a bad girl, what would have happened if I had had more courage to go out and elope with her? What would have happened if I had let her wait for me? I have no guts, I will harm others and myself, and I am a villain."

"...even if the official worships the prime minister, I can't save Yuniang."

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, an island was floating in the River of Forgetfulness, bones were piled up into mountains, and dark stone pillars pierced into the River of Forgetfulness, rolling up endless remnants of souls.

Above the stone pillars were hideous human faces.

Before Li Changsheng approached, the pitch-black waves set off thousands of feet high, it was a tsunami made up of grimaces.

Overwhelming, inevitable.

If the ordinary Huashen is again at a loss, Yuan Ying can only sit on the ground and wait for death.

Li Changsheng didn't know why his reaction was slow, and he didn't raise his head slowly until the ghost tsunami was nearly a hundred feet away. The eyes that were as calm as an ancient well in the past have disappeared, replaced by a fierce light.

The thunder light suddenly appeared, and the thunder pierced the waves like a giant dragon, and thousands of ghosts were wiped out in an instant.

Li Changsheng put the remnant soul back into the Wangchuan River, and said flatly: "It's because you are powerless, so naturally you can't save it, but I am different."

With the Heavenly Sword in his hands, murderous aura surged out, and the gray Wangchuan was dyed into a sea of ​​blood in an instant.

Li Changsheng stepped out of the thunder, and swung his sword to send out the silence of heaven and earth. It doesn't matter about ghosts, it doesn't matter about Yin Qi, it's all smashed and destroyed.

Those who stand in my way die!

The supreme sword and the ultimate thunder are invincible.

Wangchuan trembled, and the land of hundreds of miles turned into a place of death for Lei Ting and Jian Guang.

The Taoist in white fell into the island, crushed the coffin, and stepped on the withered old man.

The voice is deep and cold, and the sword reaches the eyebrows.

"Is there a way to bring the dead back to life?"