The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Inside the rental house.

Li Yi looked at the information on the phone, and thought it over for a while. This thoughtful expression made Qiong Yu's eyes shine, who had been waiting for a long time, and was ready to clone Baishi.

After many days, Senior Immortal is finally going to make a move!

Qiong Yu was very sorry that the Great Wu Saint King hadn't been able to follow him before, especially when she heard from Li Yi that killing a Saint King made her thump her chest. That was a holy king, an existence that he could only look up to in his previous life, and he was killed by a fairy like this?

But he couldn't be there to witness the fall of a holy king, and the power of the immortal beyond his own vision, so he missed a big opportunity for nothing.

This time Qiong Yu had been looking forward to it for a long time, after all, it was annoying to her that it was raining all the time.

Now that the Dragon Palace has usurped and disturbed Xianning, it is natural to kill him on the spot with thunder!

The next moment Li Yi moved, he changed to a more comfortable lying position, and continued to play with his mobile phone.

Qiong Yu became a little impatient, and said: "Senior Immortal, don't you plan to make a move? The Dragon Clan is really too arrogant, if this continues, you will have to eat cockroaches."

"It's not that serious. The Dragon Clan is just a pawn, and it's not yet time."

Li Yi answered without thinking.

In fact, he has been comprehending the world during this time, hoping to find clues from the world. At the same time, he is constantly examining his own memory, trying to find something unusual.

There are currently two clues, one is the mysterious illusion that appeared recently, and the other is the ancestor dragon.

Now that there are clues, Li Yi will naturally spare some attention to investigate. His way of investigating things is different from ordinary people, not targeting a specific person or thing, but directly examining the entire world.

Because he doesn't think anyone can set him up or confuse himself.

This is not arrogance, but the truth obtained through the practice of Da Wu Sheng Wang. In the past, Li Yi didn't dare to guarantee that he was as invincible as in his previous life. There may be so many strong people throughout the ages, there may be some stronger than himself.

But the Great Wusheng King let Li Yi see the power of the Phaseless Realm. Perhaps this Phaseless Realm is not complete, but it is enough to see the leopard.

The Phaseless Realm pursued by countless beings in the ancient years is no better than oneself, and the Wu of the Great Wusheng King is equivalent to his own 4,000-year-old skill.

Hmm...how should I say it? The future is promising.

In a big way, the real Wuxiangjing has Li Changsheng's skill of more than 5,000 years, but now he is Li Yi, better than Li Changsheng.

No matter from which point of view, Li Yi believes that he can face the situation of no phase calmly.

"Chess pieces?" Qiong Yu's eyes widened slightly, "You mean that such a powerful ancient dragon is just a chess piece?"

The ancient dragon is the descendant of the ancestor dragon. It is said that each ancient dragon takes countless years to conceive and has two powerful bloodlines. The condition itself is no worse than that of innate creatures, and even far better than most innate creatures.

"The world is like a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces. There are very few people who can be on the table, and Gu Long is not qualified."

Li Yi's voice was calm, and there was no disdain in his tone, as if he was explaining some kind of fact.

Gu Long is indeed powerful in the eyes of outsiders, but most of their strength comes from their blood, rather than their understanding of the world. In this way, it will naturally be inferior to others, and it is not as good as Mara and Dawu Shengwang in the proportion of heaven and earth.

"Nine characters are the bargaining chips thrown by the Dao of Heaven. Some people will take them for their own use, while others will throw the same chips."

According to his own perception, Li Yi evaluated the things that the powerful have repeated throughout the ages.

Enter the Tao, get the Tao, and become the Tao.

Maybe not exactly, but it should be close. In my memory, I should not have taken the bargaining chip of the Dao of Heaven, that is, I did not go to join the Dao.

But his memory disappeared five thousand years later, so Li Yi couldn't be completely sure. After all, the monk took the word "Lin" before, which led to the loss of his own memory.

Li Yi can judge that the nine characters have a price. On the surface, the price is memory, but in fact it is all the causes and effects related to the nine characters.

Did he also take Tiandao's chips in the end? Is the cause and effect lost because of the nine characters?

These things need to be studied, but during the great flood, Li Changsheng did not have soldiers, he had his own soldiers.

Now that illusion is the trace he left in the world. Because it was shattered by Zulong, it is now being reorganized.

"Xiao Qiongyu, there is something I need you to do."

Upon hearing that Senior Immortal wanted to do things by himself, Qiong Yu not only didn't feel troubled or resisted, but jumped up happily, standing on the yin and yang cylinders and stood at attention to salute.

"Senior Immortal, just give orders, and I will definitely help you."

I have taken so many benefits from the other party, and I must repay the other party out of emotion and reason. Besides, even if it is not a favor, the best way to stay with a powerful and powerful person for a long time is to make yourself useful.

She, Qiong Yu, is a bottle-holding boy, or she can be a bottle-holding general!

"Now there is an illusion in the void. This illusion is related to me. It has almost been reorganized now. Go and help me get it back."

Li Yi stretched out his index finger and tapped the opponent's little head. Qiong Yu froze for a moment, and then trembled. She felt the connection between an illusion and herself in the layer upon layer of void, in the chaotic river of forgetfulness.

She is like a sail floating on the ocean, suddenly seeing a mirage.

Qiong Yu asked: "Senior Immortal, is this illusion the so-called flood of the Immortal Dao?"

Qiong Yu has always known about the illusion of the flood disaster in the Immortal Dao, because Li Yi has never concealed the messages from the Xuan Taoist. Qiong Yu, as the boy holding the bottle, naturally stood by and watched.

It is probably a sign of the calamity of heaven and earth, not only the human race is affected, the fire erupted for thousands of miles in the East China Sea, and the entire ocean was reduced to seafood soup.

If ordinary people hadn't been protected by senior immortals, their fate would probably be no different from the seafood soup in the East China Sea. Qiong Yu had seen human head soup in her previous life. At that time, there was a flood and a city was submerged in water, and there were black and black human heads inside.

Among the many birds and beasts, the survivability of the human race is actually at the upper-middle level. But in the face of the turmoil in the world, even monks can't guarantee that they can survive.

Generally speaking, the strong people of the human race will take tens of millions of people to escape, and after the calamity is over, they will recuperate for hundreds of years and return to their peak. Is there anyone who led everyone to flee to the plateau like Senior Immortal? This is the only one with such courage throughout the ages.

"Yeah." Li Yi nodded slightly, "I don't know why the traces I left in the world became like this, so I want to take them back for verification."

"Wait a moment, I'll bring you back right away."

Qiong Yu sat on the two cylinders of Yin and Yang, turned into a streamer of light and escaped into the void.

Li Yi continued to lie on the sofa and play with his mobile phone.

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On the other side, Qiong Yu rode the bottle and quickly shuttled through the void. All the space barriers were like a thin layer of paper in front of the Yin and Yang cylinders.

In the blink of an eye, she found the dreamland by relying on the aura given by Li Yi, and then plunged into it without any hindrance.

In an instant, there was no longer a dim void around, and what came into view was a piece of gray earth.

The majestic heavy rain continued to pour from the sky, and the rivers were like galloping dragons, washing away all the creatures on the earth.

Qiong Yu closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened her eyes again, her temperament changed suddenly. Her silver-white pupils overlooked the world, piercing the truth of everything.

Tongtian pupil, this is Qiong Yu's natal supernatural power.

Following the veins of the earth and the torrential rain, Qiong Yu finally saw an incomparably huge figure, and the broken figure was reorganizing step by step with the migration of all living beings.

"Is this broken by Zulong?"

According to what the Qingxuan Taoist told the senior immortals, a phantom of a dragon and a man appeared in the world of Dragon Palace at the same time, and both were soldiers. Later, for unknown reasons, Zulong Xuying bit the figure and crushed it in one bite.

"But it looks like we have to wait for a while, so let me speed it up for you."

Qiong Yu picked up the yin and yang gas bottle, and endless yin and yang gas gushed out from it, covering the entire illusion in an instant.

Using Yin and Yang Qi as the driving force, using the Immortal Qi as the medium, analyze the entire environment through Tongtian Tong, and finally bring it into the palm of your hand.

She raised her little hand slightly, the situation in the illusion changed dramatically, time began to flow quickly, and the immortal soldier gradually completed himself.

The monks who fell into the illusion were half out of the illusion at this moment, and could only watch countless pictures flash in front of them, as if watching a slide show.

And these pictures will show them a history that really existed.

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"Fellow, did I hear that the government doesn't distribute food for disaster relief? I've searched all over the city, but I haven't seen any place that distributes food."

"There's no food. It's good to have a mouthful of porridge. Every year, floods and droughts make it impossible to grow fields in most places. It's good to have a mouthful of porridge."

"Yes, how many times a day is this porridge served?"

"How many times? It depends on when those fairy masters will come. If there are fairy masters, the government will definitely send them out, and everyone will be able to eat a bowl of thick porridge."

"What if not?"

"No, it just depends on the mood of the officials. If you are in a good mood, you will be given a ladle of gruel. If you are in a bad mood, you will starve to death."

"So that's it. I have a naan here, do you want to eat it?"

Putting the yellow-white sac in front of his eyes, the skinny and hungry man froze for a moment, then he rushed to bite the naan like a beast, knelt on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth frantically.

Just after taking a few bites, the man suddenly seemed to have overcome his hunger, stopped his movements, and put the naan into his arms and hugged it tightly.

A gentle voice came: "Why don't you eat?"

The man looked up at the person who was talking to him just now. It was an ordinary man in green clothes and a bamboo hat.

However, his plump appearance is unusual in today's era of hungry people everywhere.

"Leave... for my wife and children, for his mother and son, maybe it can be used as government disaster relief. As long as this year is over, maybe next year will be better, and you can sow and farm. Farming will have food, so you don't have to starve .”

"It will be fine."

The Taoist in Tsing Yi took out another piece of naan and stuffed it into the man, saying: "This is my last dry food, you can eat it."

"Thank you benefactor, thank you benefactor!!"

The thin man knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and was quickly lifted up by the other party. The strength was very light but it made people unable to resist.

"No need to do this, so as not to hurt your body, you can answer me a few more questions."

"Yes Yes……"

"Has the government distributed food for disaster relief?"

"Yes, but very few."

"When do you usually post?"

"There was one at noon today."

At noon, when the grain was released in the official warehouse, countless victims surrounded the grain storage place, three circles inside and three circles outside with tattered bowls and chopsticks.

Compared with the withered and hungry victims, the officials in charge of disaster relief had fat and round bellies, and it could be seen that the food on weekdays was very good.

The official cupped his hands slightly towards the sky, and said: "By virtue of the transportation, the Immortal Palace has issued an order to open a warehouse today to release grain to relieve the victims of disasters all over the world. According to the order of the Immortal Palace, one person can make a bowl of thick porridge, and the chopsticks will float and the head will fall to the ground."

Speaking of which, the official inserted the chopsticks into the thick porridge, and the chopsticks sank straight down. The eyes of the hungry people around were glowing red, and they would have rushed forward if the officers and soldiers hadn't stopped them.

Looking at the rioting victims, the official raised his eyebrows and scolded: "You want to rebel, don't you? The yamen only cooks porridge, and distributes the porridge to the shop next door."

The victims looked at the thick porridge with longing eyes, but were forced by the officers and soldiers to move to the next door shop. A bucket of thick porridge in the store was poured into ten tanks of clean water, so diluted, let alone the chopsticks floated up, it could be lifted up by jumping off.

Naturally, the victims quit. They were already fainting from hunger, and they were just waiting for this porridge to save their lives.

The shops also have their own explanations. They are only responsible for distributing porridge, and they are not the government. If there is anything to do, go to the government. The two sides kicked the ball back and forth, and the hungry and dizzy victims couldn't care less, so they had to accept it.

At this moment, a Taoist in Tsing Yi walked out of the crowd. The officers and soldiers maintaining order wanted to stop him, but the next moment he was frozen in place and unable to move.

The Taoist waved his hand, and a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe suddenly appeared in the blink of an eye, as if he had come out of the ground, and everyone around him was stunned by this scene.

The same is true for the middle-aged man in the dragon robe. He looked around in a daze, not understanding why he suddenly appeared here.

When he came back to his senses, he immediately shouted: "Someone come to escort you!"

If there were officials of rank 5 or higher here, they would definitely recognize this middle-aged man, who is the current emperor of the Wu Dynasty.

The emperor of Wu Dynasty just roared, but soon found that he could not make a sound, and then he turned his head and saw the Taoist in Tsing Yi, his whole body was like thunder.

He recognized this Taoist, he was still young and attended the Guanghan Banquet with the priests in the palace.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi beckoned a chopstick flying towards him slightly, and then handed the chopsticks to the Emperor Wu Dynasty. He said in a calm and unquestionable voice: "The chopsticks are floating, change the dynasty."

The emperor of the Wu Dynasty stayed in place like a thunderbolt, and then knelt on the ground with a plop, his crotch slightly wet.

"Immortal...I..."

"put."

The words followed the law, and the emperor of the Wu Dynasty uncontrollably extended the chopsticks in his hand to the vat of rice water.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly put the chopsticks into the water tank.

Then the chopsticks floated on the water as expected, just like his Guozuo of more than 900 years in the Wu Dynasty, which was on the verge of falling.

With a plop, a head fell to the ground, and the jade beads closed by Pingtian were wrapped in mud. A generation of emperors could not compare to a vat of thick porridge.

"Wu Chao Guozuo will end today."

The Taoist in Tsing Yi waved his sleeves and left, but what he brought with him was an entire dynasty.