The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Two formless things, this is what Li Yi perceives, and what he perceives from these golden birds.

The power of space and time.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he had been studying formations during this period and had realized some of the power of time in the past few days. Li Yi estimated that he could only detect something wrong, but could not determine the root of its power.

Too secretive, too obscure.

It seems like something that comes from heaven and earth and exists naturally.

This is the essential difference between Wuxiang and other realms. Others are imitating and using the power of heaven and earth. The formlessness itself is a part of heaven and earth, and a specific law of heaven and earth is their derivative.

Therefore, Li Changsheng will not treat Wu Xiang as a child, because the other party is qualified to arm-wrestle with him.

Let's call him young.

A thousand years should be enough time to find out these two Wuxiangs.

The Wuxiang who controls the years shouldn't take that long.

Li Yi thought secretly, weighing the energy required and whether the information he currently had could dig out the other party.

Without a clear goal, no matter how hard you try, it will be difficult to use it. What's more, he never expresses his anger on others, and he would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go.

And do they really need to die?

Li Yi felt that at least mastering the Wuxiang of Time required repayment of cause and effect, and he did not necessarily have to die. He was not a person prone to killing. On the contrary, he believed that his own mind was far better than most people.

If he can survive under his full strength, just ask him to pay more attention next time.

I'm still too kind.

Li Yi sighed sincerely as he finalized his idea.

If it were anyone else, I would kill your whole family without any discussion.

Merely phaseless?

Golden Bird's eyes were dull. As a monster living in the Immortal Era, she herself knew how powerful Li Changsheng was, but she had never felt that Li Changsheng was stronger than the Divine Tree.

The Divine Tree is a supreme being that has existed since ancient times, and Li Changsheng is only the strongest person of an era.

It’s not that this kind of characters are not outstanding, it’s just that the golden bird family has seen too many of them since records began. Just like today's era where there are as many gods as dogs, they are essentially the foundation accumulated bit by bit in the cultivation world over thousands of years.

They are strong, but there are many people who are stronger than them.

Later, the Divine Tree asked him to seek refuge with Li Changsheng. The Golden Bird had already realized that Li Changsheng was most likely to be on the same level as the Divine Tree.

But he was so contemptuous of those terrifying beings on the same level as the sacred tree.

Falling into the mouth of this immortal is nothing but phaseless.

"..."

The golden bird was silent for so long that when the breakfast stall owner saw her, he took out his cell phone and took a picture without hiding his figure.

The golden flowing hair is unusual, and the appearance of the divine horse, although only the size of a swallow, is still eye-catching.

The boss asked Li Yi not to act rashly while taking pictures.

"The weirder it looks, the heavier the prison sentence will be. Don't be fooled and get beaten. It might be some kind of protected animal."

"Could it be the legendary magical bird? The hair looks like gold. Oops, it even reflects light."

"Very likely."

The old men at other tables at the breakfast stall also looked at him with astonishment.

Li Yi raised his hand and waved the golden bird back to the branch, and the surrounding eyes suddenly shifted from him to the tree. No one would think that a bird would come looking for them, at least the way he dressed would not make people think that he had "special powers."

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold.

Wearing slippers and big trousers, how can people believe that you have special powers or that you are an expert from outside the world? Just like when Li Changsheng traveled around the world in his previous life, different clothes will lead to different experiences.

He wears Taoist robes and walks among ordinary people. When the princes and nobles see him, they will bow their hands politely and salute, regardless of whether they recognize his identity or know his cultivation level. If he were wearing the same coarse linen clothes as ordinary people with flat heads, the dogs would bark twice when they saw him.

After all, Li Changsheng's appearance is ordinary. To say that he is ugly is not to the point of being strange and strange. To say that he is good-looking can only be a little bit more upright.

People are so superficial, so superficial that in ancient times, officials were selected based on their faces.

After finishing a bowl of clear noodle soup a few minutes later, Li Yigang put down his chopsticks, and the golden bird immediately said respectfully: "Immortal, when are you going to save the sacred tree? I am afraid that things will change if it is too late. It has only been 5 years since the creation world recovered. Not as good as other supreme beings.”

The recovery of the small world is gradual, usually gestating in a certain space, and then gradually approaching the heaven and earth. The world of creation is like this, the Dragon Palace is like this, and the Demonic Abyss is like this.

But in the end, its aura and resources are not as good as the world as the main body.

Many people go there with the mentality of making extra money, but only a few people want to work hard. This is why the Great Sage Pingtian can face the wheel battle of dozens of holy kings alone, at least half of them are troublemakers.

A small half of them want to win over, and in the end less than 1/3 want to fight for their lives.

Golden Bird is not even a Saint King, but as a Taoist, he knows very well that in high-level fighting, the slightest difference can determine the outcome.

"I have a more important thing to deal with." Li Yi shook his head and said, "The world of creation is just a small matter. The old tree spirit may not be good at other aspects, but he is very capable of surviving."

"It's no big deal if the Heavenly Sword cuts him. If it were the other way around, my arm would be cut off."

At the beginning, my cultivation was insufficient, and I was probably at the peak of my god transformation. It was natural that I could not chop down old trees. But then I thought about myself when I was 5,000 years old. With my physical body alone, I would have been able to withstand so many slashes, and I would have turned into mince by now.

Then Li Yi stretched out his hand to let the golden bird fall on his finger, and comforted him with a gentle smile: "You don't need to worry so much. As far as my friendship with the old tree spirit is concerned, I won't let others hurt you in the slightest."

"I'm here, don't be afraid."

The spring breeze blew by, and the fear in the hearts of many golden birds was soothed, replaced by a kind of admiration.

Immortals are kind-hearted.

The kindness of those in power is always the most touching.

"What are you going to do, Senior Immortal?"

"Go to school, take exams."

"ah?"

Golden Bird had a lot of thoughts in her heart, and she had countless conjectures about the exam Li Yi mentioned. Until the other person actually walked into the school and sat with a group of mortals, she was completely confused.

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Li Yi walked into the school, took a look at the exam information and the exam room sent by the monitor, and almost entered the exam room 10 minutes before the exam.

It’s not eye-catching, and it’s not too early.

At the end of the semester, although he was nowhere to be seen in class, his teacher didn't recognize him, his classmates didn't recognize him, and his class attendance was zero...but it didn't stop him from being a good student with perfect scores in the exam.

Twenty minutes into the exam, Li Yi put down his pen, pushed the test paper forward, folded his hands on the table, then lowered his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In order not to be bored after writing the test paper, Li Yi played games all night last night.

The invigilator came over and was used to this scene. He silently took away the test paper and returned to the podium.

If there are other students, the invigilator will remind him, but no one will have any objection to Li Yi. This is a privilege, but it is not a privilege given to Li Yi by the school, but a privilege he obtained by virtue of his ability as a student.

No matter who you are, as a student, as long as you can get perfect scores every time in the exam, you can enjoy privileges.

Others have no objections to this. What many people hate is not the special treatment itself, but the lack of moral integrity. People who are capable will naturally enjoy more conveniences.

Li Yi can see through people's hearts and behaves like this knowing this. Being as good as you can within your own defined identity is good for yourself and others.

It was also what he pursued in his previous life.

Li Changsheng had no choice. He always encountered things beyond his capabilities.

Ring ring ring!

The exam is over.

When Li Yi walked out of the classroom, he heard the chirping of the golden bird. A group of golden little guys stood on the tree outside the classroom, looking at him since the beginning of the exam.

"Brother Li, do you want to go get together later? We have just finished the exam and it is time to go out and relax. Otherwise, we will be on holiday in a few days and we won't be able to get together even if we want to."

At this time, a boy from the same class came over and extended the invitation, looking a little unsure.

Although Li Yi has refused many times, people still come to invite him.

"I have something to do later, so I may not be able to come." Li Yi shook his head and refused.

This time he really didn't want to go home early and play games, but really had something to do. Although it was impossible for the old tree spirit to be killed so quickly, Li Yi hoped that the other party would fight.

Because the battle involving this level cannot be hidden, you will save yourself the time and energy to find someone.

It's a pity that Wuxiang is too cautious. Unlike those children, he can obviously detect his own strength.

Otherwise, the strong character would have jumped out long ago.

Can a class party be compared to a fight between Wu Xiang?

He Yunlong, the squad leader next to him, said: "Come here once, Brother Li. We've known each other for almost a year, so you have to show your respect once, right? I'm treating you."

dinner?

Li Yi changed his attitude and nodded: "Actually, it's not a particularly urgent matter."

As a few "influential figures" in the class made friends, most of the class was pulled out. A large group of people walked out of the campus and took taxis to the business district 10 kilometers away.

Dining, drinking, and karaoke all in one place.

As the squad leader and a person selected into the monk class, He Yunlong is undoubtedly the focus of the crowd and a well-deserved man of the hour.

He hugged his beautiful girlfriend and sang together. Although he was a little tone-deaf, everyone applauded and applauded him. After all, Squad Leader He is beyond the level of ordinary people in appearance and personality. There are very few good-looking people, and people with good personality and good looks are rare.

What's more, he is still a monk, even if he is only at the first level of Qi training. It is conceivable that his talent was not selected for practice during the college entrance examination. It is estimated that it will be difficult to build a foundation in this life.

But for ordinary people, the future is already promising.

Li Yi was also clapping his hands. He was sitting in the corner, hidden in the shadow of the lights, just like most ordinary people in the class.

During this period, someone also handed the microphone to Li Yi. After he refused, no one forced him to do so.

Karaoke is a stage where young men and women can show themselves, but not everyone likes to stand on it. Li Yi was not a maverick. He looked around and saw at least twenty people like him eating, drinking and clapping nearby.

Everyone likes to hang out, so good.

Li Yi nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the generation gap between himself and young people was not that big.

"Brother Li, come and have a drink." He Yunlong suddenly came over and attracted the attention of the whole audience.

Li Yi did not refuse, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "You are drunk. I heard that you have to give up drinking and sex when practicing qi."

"I don't care about myself. I can only cultivate my talent in a day." He Yunlong was free and easy, looking at Li Yi carefully with a drunken look. No matter from any angle, he looked so ordinary.

"Brother Li, can I ask you something?"

"Just ask."

"Are you a cultivator?"

He Yunlong put his arm around Li Yi's shoulders, his voice was not high, and it was quickly covered up by the laughter in a chaotic environment like karaoke.

"I heard from the teacher in the school's training class that monks are very good at learning. You don't even attend classes, and you always come first in the test, and you get full marks. I have never heard of a person like you in the Dijing Youth Class. , and there is no junior class at HKUST.”

Li Yi may not care, but He Yunlong does. As a student, there are very few people who don't care about their grades, especially someone like him who is relatively strong.

But to say that hostility is not enough, a too large gap will only make people admire.

Li Yi obviously meets this standard.

"I have strong self-study ability." Li Yi's expression remained unchanged and he answered very honestly: "As for practicing, I am also practicing."

He Yunlong's eyes shone, and the drunkenness in his eyes eased slightly, and he asked: "What kind of skills does Brother Li practice?"

"Changchun Kung." Li Yi raised his chin slightly, feeling a little proud.

You must be proud of this. No one in the world can compare with him in terms of Qi training.

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He Yunlong couldn't laugh or cry. Who in the world doesn't practice Changchun Gong?

"It's amazing. I won't talk about it anymore. Anyway, everyone can practice. If I talk about it too much, it seems like I like to show off."

"Isn't it?"

"Ahem, that's definitely not the case. Immortals say that the purpose of practice is to complement oneself, not to be superior to others." He Yunlong raised his hands to the sky, his expression and posture looked like a loyal emperor in a TV series.

I don’t know where I learned it from.

"I owe my cultivation to the gods, otherwise I would have been eliminated as early as the college entrance examination. Now that the Internet is so developed, even though the government doesn't talk about it, everyone knows about the strange tests that have been added to the physical exams in junior high and high schools. If you haven't passed this I basically have no chance in this life, if it weren’t for Changchun Kung…”

He Yunlong took a deep breath and said, "There are opportunities for ordinary people like us. Cultivation does not depend on one's origin, but without a background, there are no resources."

"Why did you suddenly start sighing?" Li Yi leaned forward slightly, came out of the shadows, and asked with a smile: "Are you having a good time now?"

"If I can't decide now, why don't I just find a way to do it? God is in the capital, and he can practice." He Yunlong shook his head, "It's just that I'm living so well all of a sudden, and it's a bit light. If the immortal is gone one day, what will happen to the world? Sample?"

A fear of individual strong men is shared by all those who know how to practice, even those local geniuses.

The more you know, the more you fear.

Because the reincarnated people are much more powerful than mortals, and each of them is no less powerful than the legendary gods.

According to normal logic, the entire society should be turned upside down, instead of getting better and better like it is now.

"No need to worry, the prosperous times will remain the same."

Li Yi picked up the Coke on the table and took a sip. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Sugar-free?"

The end-of-term party is over and the sun is setting outside.

The students said goodbye to each other. The locals in Tiandu took the bus home, while those from other places returned to school. Although Li Yi is not a local, he does not live on campus.

"Brother Li, do you want to give you a ride?"

A classmate whose family was very wealthy drove a car and parked next to Li Yi. He Yunlong was sitting in the passenger seat, and there were two other seats in the back.

"No, I have something to take care of."

"Okay, see you next semester."

"Um."

The vehicle gradually moved away, and Li Yi stood in the setting sun and waved his hand among the crowds of people. His young face was like those of those energetic young people, but his eyes were only calm.

Like a deep spring, quiet and peaceful.

He turned around and disappeared.

Li Yi traveled thousands of miles in an instant and stepped into the ice and snow, with thousands of Taoist methods roaring above his head.

"Let me see where you are?"

He took a slight breath of cool air, then his eyes brightened slightly, and a flash of inspiration flashed through him. The heaven and earth hummed, and everything was lonely.

The strong men fighting here suddenly stopped their movements, their expressions became stiff, and then they lowered their heads, or restrained their wild laughter, or straightened their arrogant posture, or were sweating profusely.

All the saint kings in the nine heavens lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows.