The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

The 800th year of the fairy calendar, the new year, the first year.

Because it is the first day of a hundred years, it is called the first year, which means the beginning of a hundred years.

At this time, even the mighty monks who don't celebrate festivals in the past will buy a set of clothes for themselves and dress up carefully. Not to mention mortals, many people are lucky to be able to live the first year, and it is the only time in their life.

The city is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and every household hangs lanterns.

Red lanterns were also hung in the White Jade Palace, which faded away from the desolation of the past and made it a little more festive.

And the celestial powers are all dressed up, wearing bright red and purple clothes, and some of them are even painted with rouge powder.

Instead of discussing major world affairs as in the past, they were discussing where to go to play later.

After all, the first year of the new year, which occurs once every hundred years, is not often passed by them. Many people only live to be around 1,000 years old, and they can only live it ten times in a lifetime. Therefore, even the mighty ones with a lifespan of a thousand years attach great importance to this new year.

Even people who don't really want to celebrate the festival will be affected by the surrounding environment.

Relatives, friends, and Taoists of the same realm are all going to celebrate the festival. Unless it is a critical moment of life and death, few people can ignore the outside world and detach themselves from the world of mortals. Furthermore, there are only 10 days of activities in the first year, which is only a blink of an eye for monks, and there is no harm in relaxing.

If we say that there are too many activities for the New Year of the human race, such as lantern festivals, operas, flower houses, cruise ships, and even revisit Kyushu thousands of years ago in a sightseeing airship.

Lantern Festival is the choice of most people, and it is something suitable for all immortals. Even an old monk who is thousands of years old doesn't mind going to this kind of place to join in the fun and feel the fireworks in the world.

Hualou opera is more oriented toward ordinary people, and old monks are generally not interested.

Cruise ships are divided into sky cruises and water cruises. The former is more expensive and the latter is relatively cheaper. But monks are generally not interested in flying boats, because they fly every day.

The monks prefer to swim in the water, which is more natural.

"Yundong City is going to hold an extremely grand lantern festival. I wonder if you are interested in it?"

"The Lantern Festival is held every year. If you ask me, it's better to revisit Kyushu. Recently, the world has become more stable. We can look for the relics of our predecessors, such as the relics of Jianzong."

"If you want to revisit Kyushu, it will take a few years at least. The ten years after Yuanhui will be on duty for Pindao, so I won't go."

"If you don't go to the Lantern Festival, you can't revisit Kyushu. You can't go to Hualou, right? Why don't you go to Qingqiu together?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent and turned to look at the monk.

An alchemist with a goatee.

Go to Qingqiu? What a genius idea!

Someone said righteously: "This old man has always been a gentleman, and he is not interested in Hualou. Brother Ke, if I want to go, I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman. I just heard that Qingqiu has beautiful scenery, and there is no other meaning."

"The same goes for Poverty."

"Qingqiu is rich in humanities and geography, and it is really worth a visit."

"I heard, it was suggested by Brother Ke."

Everyone nodded, the alchemist was a little confused, and quickly explained: "No, I don't have one, so I'll just talk about it, I'm a poor man, and I'm a gentleman who never goes to Hualou."

However, no one listened to his explanation. Hualou must go, but it is not good to go directly and spread the word.

After all, they are also dignified figures, how can they be open and aboveboard to have fun? Although there is no crime, the face is still needed.

"Brother Ke said to go to Qingqiu, what do you think?"

"I agree."

"Go together."

On the high platform, Li Changsheng prepared a stack of red envelopes as in previous years, with a copper coin inside, which is lucky money.

Then distributed to a group of powerful monks below, none of them were valuables, just simple copper coins. But every year, many people still come to ask for it, and many people squatted here last night.

"A red envelope is given out."

As soon as these words came out, the powerful people below who were discussing which flower house to go to Qingqiu suddenly dispersed, and a long queue formed in an instant.

A group of elders who started at least 500 years ago took the red envelopes with both hands like a child.

And they compared the immortals to be children. In their knowledge, immortals have always existed since their birth.

On the other hand, Li Changsheng really watched these people grow up. People who can step into the White Jade Palace usually have at least the cultivation base of the Golden Core Peak, and most of these people are the arrogance praised by the society.

They have been famous since they were young, and they participated in various competitions and won the championship. The champion is their achievement when they were young.

Li Changsheng can't remember everyone, but the best children of an era can still remember.

"I wish you good health and long life, long live."

"Hehe, long live, then Pindao is considered middle-aged now."

"Gong Xi Fa Fa Cai, no, I wish the Immortal to have a son soon."

"You have more than a dozen births in your family, and every year there are extra births. Don't be arrested by the city administration."

"Happy new year."

The flying star real person's blessing is the most concise, but his hand is also the fastest. Li Changsheng didn't even take out the red envelope, he was already in his hand.

"Feixing, how do you plan to celebrate this year?"

"There are no festivals in the Shipping Department, and the ministers will maintain order for you. Even if it is a festival, no one can violate the law of the Asgard!"

Fei Zhenren said righteously, Li Changsheng was very satisfied with this, and patted the other party's shoulder.

"Very well, you have been suspended, and you will go to work after the New Year."

The real Feixing was confused, but he didn't refute or argue, and accepted the suspension with a nod.

Obeying orders is the bounden duty of the Ship Division, and refuting orders is also a form of disloyalty

There are a total of 300 red envelopes, and they will be sent out soon.

If red envelopes are given out every year, Li Changsheng feels that he has paid himself a salary. Otherwise, the poor property will be exhausted in a few years.

This money was earned when Qingxuan was still there, when he traveled to the clouds, and now the human race has fully used the spirit crystals refined from aura as trading currency. Copper coins were eliminated, or used as collectibles, and as lucky money for the New Year.

"The past 100 years have worked hard for everyone, so go back and have a good rest."

Li Changsheng waved his hand to let everyone leave, and the all-powerful people dressed up in fancy clothes dispersed, leaving the White Jade Palace in small groups.

Afterwards, he finished handling the last bit of business, and simply wiped down the desk. The magic weapon-level documents on the table were arranged in order, and then the imprisonment was laid.

These documents are equivalent to a summary of the world's information. If you want to describe it, it is very similar to the server in your long memory, storing all the data. As long as you master these data and apply them properly, you can achieve omniscience of the world.

Under Asgard's strict record-keeping system, everything is traceable.

Even if one wants to engage in some illegal activities, the secrets may be leaked due to the circulation of a large number of spirit crystals. Nowadays, many major cases are solved because of this reason.

Spirit crystals can be refined as long as they are monks, it's just a matter of speed and slowness, more or less.

It is like a spirit stone and has many uses. But in the final analysis, the amount that everyone needs for practice is limited, so many people will use the excess as currency.

And mass consumption means that a large amount of currency is in circulation, and it also means that it is very likely to enter the eyes of Asgard.

Li Changsheng has no way to achieve a world without thieves in the true sense, but he can guarantee that most people will not be able to escape his own eyesight. And when things get serious enough, or a certain part is rotten, he will raise the butcher's knife.

The incident of greedy ink has been repeatedly banned, and he can only guarantee that greedy ink will not be taken for granted, that when corrupted ink is discovered, he will have nothing to fear, and he will just let it go if he regrets it.

In Li Changsheng's eyes, there is no regret, only a society that has been truly damaged.

People are responsible for everything they do, and so am I.

This prosperous world is started by me, and it will not end.

Organize the paperwork and close the box.

Li Changsheng sighed sincerely: "This 100 years of work is over, see you next year."

He got up and stepped down the high platform, stepping on the white jade steps, every time he took a step down, he felt that the burden on his body was lessened. Walking down the high platform, leaving the Jade Seat, and passing by the Vermilion and White Jade Palace Avenue that the world dreams of, the eyes open up instantly.

The evening glow flutters, and the sun shines on the Immortal Palace. Looking down from the Immortal Palace, you can see Yundong, the largest city of the human race.

Among them, the red dust in the busy city is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the lights of thousands of houses are lit up.

It's another year of Lantern Festival, as if nothing has changed, the same as before.

Human lamps are made of slivers as bones, paper and yarn as skins, and fuel oil inside. They are white for funerals and red for weddings. Only those with red hangings can come to eat, and white strangers should not go casually.

Don't just go to the banquet when you see people hanging lanterns, do you understand? East girl.

"Immortal Elder."

The crisp voice brought it back to reality, and Li Changsheng turned his head to see the white-haired woman standing under the moonlight, smiling, and said, "Are you thinking of Sword Immortal again?"

"Um."

Li Changsheng did not deny it, and then said with some self-mockery: "Although I haven't felt the five declines of heaven and man, I am old in a sense. Whenever I see some scenes, I always think of my old people."

"When I see Denghua, I think of Yun Shu, when I see Sanchi Qingfeng, I think of an old friend, when I see Shangqing Palace, I think of Xiao Qi, and when I see bald heads, I think of a monk."

Taiyin Xingjun asked, "Is the Immortal Elder lonely?"

"Naturally." Li Changsheng nodded, his ordinary face was full of years of wind and frost, making it hard to believe how long it took to create the silence and clarity of his eyes.

"The dead are like this, just like the rushing Yangtze River that cannot be reversed, and I will not force it. They have their own life and ending, and they are not my vassals of Li Changsheng. They will stop when they are tired."

"Why are you worried that I will be devastated by your passing?"

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Mr. Taiyin Xing was speechless, she did have this concern, and it became more and more intense as her lifespan gradually decreased.

It's not that she thinks highly of herself, it can be owned by a fairy. But there was no one around Li Changsheng anymore. There used to be two monks Qingxuan and a group of familiar juniors, but now even the youngest Yang Cang is dead.

There are eight unique ways of immortality, seven of which have become legends.

The immortals who named them still live in the world.

She didn't know what would happen to Li Changsheng after she left, but she just used her own eyes as a substitute, and the feeling of suffocation almost made people dizzy.

"Doesn't the fairy head miss the rabbit?"

"Of course I will. After you die, I will think of you in everything I want to eat. I will probably think of you often in the future. This dish is not as delicious as your cooking, this dance is not as good as yours, and women in the world are not as good as you .”

"But I won't be ruined because of this. The old people are gone, and the new people are still there. They are dead, and I will cherish you more. After you are dead, I will cherish the people who are still alive."

"Rabbit, are you afraid of death?"

Li Changsheng took Taiyin Xingjun's hand, and her soft and delicate skin became a little colder, which is a symptom of the five declines of heaven and man, and the lack of qi and blood leads to low body temperature.

Taiyin thought that he would use some means to maintain his body temperature on weekdays, not for anything else, at least to cover up his signs of the five declines of heaven and man. She had deceived the world, including Zhu Xue, who was raised by her own hand, but she could not deceive Li Changsheng.

In Li Changsheng's eyes, her lifespan is marked, like an hourglass, every minute and every second is passing by.

Taiyin Xingjun once took all kinds of longevity pills, and Li Changsheng also found all kinds of precious medicines for her, and now she has reached the limit, the real limit of a peak of transformation.

Looking at those clear and deep eyes, she suddenly discovered that the immortal elder had always known about it, and had always been prepared.

Taiyin Xingjun wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, shook his head and said, "The rabbit is not afraid, but the fairy elder, what will you do after I die?"

As that Flying Star said, the biggest difference between the hundreds of great powers in the White Jade Palace and her, Qingxuan, monks, and even the former Bajue is that immortals are kings, and they are ministers.

The immortal is no longer the mortal fairy who played in the world, but the father who wants to establish peace for all eternity.

Li Changsheng replied: "I will continue to practice, just like an old friend said, monks should not stop for anyone. I value you and practice, and you should too."

"I?"

"That's right, did you start practicing for me?"

Faced with Li Changsheng's question, Taiyin Xingjun shook her head. Her initial practice was only for self-protection, she just wanted to survive. As for hiding from XZ in the ancient god Shandong, it doesn't matter whether she is negotiating in the Kyushu of the human race.

I just want to live, to live safely and freely.

"So don't follow the magic path, okay?"

Li Changsheng's tone was gentle, and the gentle and huge magic power wrapped Taiyin Xingjun, entered the opponent's Zhou, and dispelled all evil spirits.

The two have been practicing together for many years, and the mana of both sides has been indistinguishable from each other.

Lord Taiyin Xing did not feel relieved by the familiar warmth, but his body trembled slightly, and a sinister air floated out of his nasal cavity.

"Zombies are very ugly, and you can't maintain your sanity, and you can't guarantee whether the corpse has your memory or you have become a corpse. The soul also has a lifespan, and the body is meaningless."

"But. But"

Taiyin Xingjun's voice unknowingly carried a trace of crying, she had clearly told herself countless times not to cry, and she was also a transformation god who had lived for thousands of years. I haven't seen any big winds and waves, and I have long been pessimistic about life and death.

But when she saw Li Changsheng, seeing that ordinary face, she was afraid to die.

It turns out that what needs to be feared is not death itself, but the courage to say goodbye.

The fairy head was ready, but she was not.

"Rabbit, that's enough, it's not necessary, it's not necessary." Li Changsheng stretched out his hand and hugged Taiyin Xingjun into his arms, and patted her graceful back gently, which was not only comforting, but also pulling away the last evil spirit.

With the last trace of yin energy being drawn away, Taiyin Xingjun's thousands of years of psychological defense completely collapsed, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. He hugged Li Changsheng tightly with both hands, and cried with all his strength, without any trace of the past. Xingjun image.

"But I really want to continue to follow the fairy head! I want to travel the world with you, go to the Lantern Festival with you, to see the beautiful flowers. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand years. Why can't I get the Tao? This shitty world, this shitty calamity!"

"Wow, I don't want to live in the fairy head's memory, fairy head, the rabbit doesn't want to die!!!"

Eight hundred years in the fairy calendar, after the new year, the flying star is in power.

In the next thirty-eight years, a catastrophe fell from the sky, the immortals returned to the White Jade Palace, and everything went as usual.

Forty years, Taiyin Xingjun emerged.

So far, there are no more gods in the human race, and there are no more fireworks in the White Jade Palace.