The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

The two walked another hundred miles, and encountered more and more remains, so they had no choice but to retreat.

Li Changsheng himself will definitely be able to push through again, but he doesn't know how far he has to go. One goes up and down, maybe you will be consumed to death, and the strength of the enemy will become stronger as you go forward.

At the beginning, he was able to kill them with a single sword, and some ghosts behind him were able to fight him with more than a dozen moves, and they didn't even lose the wind. Li Changsheng was deeply aware of his own inadequacy, and he could not fully display his powerful magic power.

He needs more supernatural powers and spells, thunder and sword skills alone are not enough. But it will take a long time to create it yourself, and it will take time to catch up with the supernatural powers of those great sects.

Just like his thunder method, it took nearly 2000 years before and after to surpass the authentic five thunder method. Maybe when I return to Kyushu in the future, I can learn from the magical powers of those sects.

Li Changsheng took the old man Luo Mofei back while thinking, and it took three months to go back and forth. When they returned to the island of the old man, most of the people who had been called had already dispersed, and a small number of people did not leave.

They either wanted to ask Li Changsheng, or wanted to ask about the practice world.

Li Changsheng felt that these people did not live as freely as those monks in Kyushu. Even if they could live tens of thousands of years, what belonged to them would only last a hundred years.

Why bother?

"Senior, this is what I have seen and heard about Wangchuan, please accept it."

Luo Mo respectfully offered a bone slip with both hands, and the corner of his eye kept drifting towards the half-rotten Fire Cloud Bird, the meaning was self-evident.

"Reciprocity, this is for you."

After Li Changsheng took the bone slip, he handed the Huo Yunniao to the other party. This thing is considered a treasure, but it has no effect on him.

Luo Mo took the palm-sized Huoyunniao, bowed his hands and bowed his hands to express his joy, and left in a hurry.

The old man's island became Li Changsheng's resting place on the way to find reincarnation, to break through the jedi, heal his wounds, and continue to break through the next jedi. Over and over again, more and more remains are piled up here.

Li Changsheng used most of it to exchange exercises or information with other communicable existences in Wangchuan, and the rest was used as rent and agency fees for the old man. Gradually, the island of immortals has become a rarely lively place in the River of Forgetfulness, and from time to time, old immortals crawling out of nowhere come to visit.

In the bone slip given by Mo Luo, Wangchuan is described in this way: the mundane world has forgotten the river for ten miles, and a generation of heroes has only a dry bone. When encountering reincarnation, it takes three thousand miles to go, and three thousand heroes are killed.

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Modern, Luoshui.

"How does that Luomo know so much?" Qiong Yu asked suspiciously.

A large amount of information can be seen from the final bone slip, which almost clearly explained the laws and remains of the entire Wangchuan. For ordinary people, Wangchuan ten li for thousands of years is obviously the law of Wangchuan's growth, and three thousand miles is the distance to Huangquan.

The remaining 3,000 heroes are not 3,000 ancient sages, but at least 3,000 great practitioners. This is like an alternative reincarnation, the long years have accumulated a large number of strong remains.

"He said that he only wakes up once in a thousand years. Does someone rush to send him information every time he wakes up? It doesn't mean that the longer I live, the more I know. You see, I have lived for eight or nine thousand years. Every day Hanging around on the mountain, eating two tributes and laughing."

"You don't need to show off when you live in such a poor life."

Li Yi tapped her head lightly with his fingertips, Qiong Yu leaned back, and quickly reached out to grab Li Yi's hair.

"His real name is Mara, and there is indeed a problem with him. The main body is the ancestor of the demons. He wants to use my hands to live a second life, such as seizing me. Maybe he is squatting in the underworld and waiting to come out, or he may have already been reincarnated .”

The old man said: "It caused you a lot of trouble at the beginning, this kind of existence is the most troublesome, it is better to deal with it as soon as possible."

The ancestor of the demons, who specializes in playing with illusions to arouse people's demons. There was a time when no old man suspected that Li Changsheng had been controlled by a demon, and the closer he was to the underworld, the more insane he became.

He would not believe that no one was behind the scenes. In the end, Li Changsheng was so high that he was not controlled by the other party at all. Walking to the end of the river of forgetfulness, he turned around and shot Mo Luo to death.

"Mola."

Li Yi slightly tugged at the silk thread that communicated with Huang Quan, and said casually: "There is nothing to be afraid of."

People who play with the demons in the illusion are the least interesting opponents for Li Yi, or they are not even considered opponents. A strong man like the Heavenly Corpse Demon can still receive a slap on himself, but Mo Luo doesn't even want to slap him now.

This kind of contempt gradually increases with the progress of life span, and no one can influence his Dao heart.

The biggest difference between Li Changsheng and Li Yi is heart, not strength.

At this time, a supermarket plastic bag fell from above, containing a bag of bread, and then a figure climbed down through the ladder next to the bridge.

This person is a homeless man who has been away for a long time.

The old man concealed his figure early, obviously not wanting to contact mortals. This is not exclusion, but I just don't want to have redundant communication.

Seeing that Li Yi was still there, the tramp took out a piece of bread from the plastic bag and threw it over.

"Brother, please don't feel embarrassed. The temporary food costs 50 cents each. As the saying goes, it's a great pleasure to have friends come from afar. Although this is not mine, I must do my best to be a landlord."

"Thanks." Li Yi didn't refuse either, just as he hadn't eaten all day.

The old man with a hidden figure beside him widened his eyes slightly, and a trace of jealousy rose in his heart. He exchanged the thirty cents bread for the immortal to say thank you.

This may not be considered a favor, but at least it is a one-sided relationship.

The homeless man's superficial cultivation obviously couldn't see the old man. He took out a stainless steel cup on his own, and leaned over to scoop up water from the river and drank it steadily.

Li Yidao: "Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

"What are you afraid of?" The homeless man wiped his mouth, pointed to the river and said, "The twelve cities in the two provinces of Luoshui depend on it to eat and drink. How many people will lose their heads."

"As for minor ailments, just bear it. But I don't recommend that you drink unboiled water like me, after all, you must not have such a good physique as me."

While speaking, he sat back on his mat, took off his clean clothes, and packed them in plastic bags. Then he put on the rags again, and chatted with Li Yi while eating the impending bread.

"Brother, where are you from?"

"Zhou Di, from Qingzhou."

"People from Zhou who come to Qin are usually recruited by talents." The homeless man looked at Li Yi in surprise, "Why did you end up at the bottom of the bridge?"

Li Yi didn't answer, but asked instead: "If you have hands and feet, don't you squat here too. Even if Qin's economic level is not high, the minimum wage is 40 yuan per hour, so you won't be homeless if you do odd jobs."

"Hehe, that's now. 10 years ago, it was very dark. We had a very strict set of laws, and a set of not-so-strict enforcement."

The homeless man took out a pack of crumpled soft packs of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Li Yi. The other party shook his head, so he lit one for himself, and began to puff.

"Qin Law has been known for its strictness since ancient times, but no one knows that it is strict with the people and lenient with the officials. It is also the same in wars. If you pull the map above, tens of thousands of people will go to the battlefield with a stroke of a pen."

"It is said every day that the old Qin people were warlike. If they can live a normal life, who will fight with them. If we win, we have no share. If we lose, our relatives will die. Five generations of my family have been in the army and died in battle. Look, I don't Also wandering."

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly, and the boy's words were unobstructed, and the official might be so frightened that his soul would fly when he heard it.

Now it is equivalent to worshiping heaven in ancient times and reporting work to God. No, it should be more victorious, it's just straight to heaven.

"You hate the Qin government?" Li Yi asked.

The homeless man was silent for a while. For some reason, he was very comfortable chatting with this young man. He didn't see any discrimination or disgust from the other party's words and deeds.

"I hated it before, but I don't hate it after flying generals."

Hearing this person mention his wife, Li Yi became interested again and asked, "Why?"

"Because the flying generals have provided strict laws with equal execution power."

The tramp patted his big bag of bread, showing a sincere smile.

"I just went to move goods for a few hours. It costs 200 yuan, which is enough for me for more than ten days. If I find a long-term worker, I can earn four to five hundred a day, which is completely enough for food and clothing. This is Bai Feijiang As a result, the old Qin people all know that Qin's financial prosperity is due to continuous victories, and the tax bureau has an extra division of soldiers, both of which are due to the flying generals."

With its rich oil and gas resources, Qin's economy has always been among the top three, but the people's living standards have always been low. There is a reason for the war, but more of the reason is that there are too many fuel rats stealing food.

"Eating, drinking, and playing. I can live by fishing for six days in the net. I still hate it. In the final analysis, the money is not in place. If you have money, everyone has no objection. If you don't have money, it's wrong to do anything. 99 % of social problems can be solved with money.”

After speaking, the homeless man's face was full of admiration for the flying general.

"Thanks to the general, if it wasn't for the general, I would have planned to be a knight-errant and kill Qin officials. What are you laughing at? Are you also a fan of the general?"

The tramp suddenly saw a smile on the corner of Li Yi's mouth, not a polite smile, as if he was praising him just now.

"No." Li Yi shook his head.

"Then what are you laughing at?"

The homeless man was even more confused. It is rare for Qin people not to worship flying generals, but it should be more common in other areas.

Li Yi replied: "I know the flying general very well, so naturally I won't make a bitter face when you praise her."

"You know the flying general and you will squat here with me?" The homeless man looked disbelieving, and Li Yi was sure that he was bragging.

"If you and the flying general know me and shit on my head, young people should keep their feet on the ground and don't fantasize all day long. What kind of person is the flying general, a military god who has not been seen in hundreds of years, and one of the top big men in China. It's not that my buddies look down on you, it's just your thin arms What does a thin-legged one have to do with flying generals?"

"Come, come, eat another piece of bread, and see how hungry you are out of your mind."

There was a slight roar in the sky, and a special military plane passed by above and landed at the airport on the other side of the city.

At this time, the airport had already been blocked by a heavily armed army. Amid the salute of two rows of burly soldiers, a tall and glamorous woman stepped down.

Wearing a black military uniform, with shoulder-length short hair, narrow and long eyes, with an inherent nobility between the brows. With a long bronze sword on his waist, his steps are gentle, every step on the ground is like a heavy hammer, shaking people's minds, and his gestures carry endless majesty.

Qin Fei general Wei Xi, the undefeated military god, the general who could make Rome consider moving the capital by himself, and the only ruler in Qin.

Originally, the events here were not enough for her to come in person, but a few hours ago, the aura of Huangquan shook the whole Qin land, and the huge machine named Da Qin entered the state of combat readiness again after two years.