The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Beidou.

The gods held their second meeting. In the huge hall of the Congress, there were many phantoms projected from a distance.

There are a total of 132 people, each of whom is at least at the level of a god, and there are a few newly reincarnated Nascent Souls, but overall the proportion is not high.

They held a very special meeting for practitioners, a trial for the strongest person so far.

Zhu Quetian, the Taoist couple, and the previous undercover agents from China were also among them. They looked weird and even had stiff bodies when they were sitting.

After the Emperor Ji Sect was wiped out, facing these former land owners, Immortal Palace deprived their sect of all rights and interests without any negotiation. Because in the understanding of heaven and man, there is only one center in the world, and that is the White Jade Palace.

A sect can exist, but it must not own spiritual veins or land. It can only be a private organization.

On the contrary, Immortal Palace will not refuse these Immortal Seniors to join.

So there were two choices before them, join a behemoth with a monk whose power is unparalleled in the world, or return to China, which has vast spiritual veins and rich spiritual objects.

Some people choose to return to China, while most of the rest choose to join the Immortal Palace.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Zhu Quetian thought so and decided to take a gamble. And he just happened to bet correctly, and he got the inheritance of Lord Yan Tian just after he joined.

It gave him a chance to break through the Holy King.

The Taoist monk held Zhu Quetian's hand uneasily, showing fear for things beyond his understanding.

She is like a peasant participating in a trial of the emperor. But the powerful heavenly beings around them looked like they were taking it for granted.

A group of practitioners follow the law, which is strange and scary.

Zhuquetian held back his hand to comfort him and whispered: "It's okay. In fact, in the era I lived in, the two gates of the first palace would publicly execute some powerful people, including many Nascent Soul monks. At that time, the Transformation God was already the highest At the pinnacle, Nascent Soul is no less than the Holy King in a sense."

"But there are immortals watching over it."

"How do you know the immortal is not looking here?"

As soon as these words came out, the uneasiness on the Taoist monk's face gradually disappeared. Even a monk like her who lived in ancient times still recognized the benevolence of immortals at this moment.

The strong follow the law of the jungle, but they are not stupid and can distinguish between good and bad people. They just don't care about good or bad when killing people.

But when it comes to alliances and trust, no matter what era it is, good people are always the first choice. When fame reaches a certain level, it is also a kind of extraordinary magical power.

At this time, a burly man came to the stage.

"The meeting begins."

Yan Tianjun's voice sounded like a bell.

"According to the Chaos Law Case, the sentence will now be pronounced on Xiao Yuntian, the temporary director of the Urban Management Department."

He glanced at the charges prepared below and twitched his lips, but he still didn't read them out. After all, it is not a serious crime of beheading. You will not see him when he raises his head or lowers his head in the future, unless the other party is really punished by the immortal this time.

Otherwise, Yan Tianjun would not be willing to act as a substitute.

"Xiao Yuntian has been accused of various crimes and his morality is not worthy of his reputation. Now let's go to the final vote. Opponents will raise their hands."

Only a few people in the lobby raised their hands.

They also represent the minority within the Immortal Palace, and their opinions will be respected. However, they are few and weak, and they obviously cannot protect Xiao Yuntian.

Unlike other eras, the birth and growth of strong men in the Immortal Palace era did not require brutal fighting. Instead, they had a complete education inheritance system similar to modern teaching.

Coupled with the special physique of heavenly beings, the accumulation of strong people will increase exponentially, and there will always be more.

This also created the cultivation civilization of Immortal Palace. To be precise, it is a collective society in the extraordinary world, close to modern society.

The laws governing the operation of all things in the world are objective factors that change subjective consciousness.

The rule of law and fairness in the Immortal Palace partly come from the huge group of heavenly beings.

There is nothing wrong with all the power in the Immortal Palace being vested in the immortals, but there will be times when the White Jade Palace will be closed, and there may be a blank period that lasts for hundreds of years. The vacuum of power must be filled. In the early days, all the major immortal sects jointly controlled the situation. Later, the inheritance system changed and the human race was completely transformed into gods and humans.

Democracy is inevitable.

The birth of civilization is based on unity and the strength of a group.

Yan Tianjun looked around and saw that no one was raising their hands, so he said, "In that case, Xiao Yuntian will be dismissed from his position with immediate effect, and his seat will be reserved temporarily, waiting for the immortal's death."

"I will succeed as the head of the Urban Management Department. Who has any opinions?"

There was a sudden commotion below, with countless people whispering to each other, and countless spiritual thoughts intersecting in the void at this moment, communicating with each other.

It calmed down after a few minutes.

No one raised their hand.

There are certainly objections, but they do not constitute the majority. And unlike the overwhelming crowd, Yan Tianjun has absolute status in terms of both legal principles and strength.

It would be somewhat unwise to raise your hand to offend someone when you know it is impossible.

Seeing this, Zhu Quetian said secretly: "There are also struggles between heaven and humans, and they are not monolithic inside."

Unexpected and reasonable.

Once a force becomes big, there will inevitably be many voices, and it is almost impossible to have the same will. Being consistent with the outside world is already a great success.

The meeting dispersed, and the shadows disappeared, leaving only empty seats.

The soul returned to the body, and countless heavenly beings opened their eyes and once again devoted themselves to building a prosperous world.

Zhu Quetian was no exception. He looked at the table and saw a jade slip emitting a little bit of fluorescence.

It is recorded in it: [The first ten-year goal, a moderately prosperous society in all respects]

[The first fifty-year goal is to realize compulsory spiritual education, expose all school-age children to spiritual practice, and build a complete spiritual education system]

[The first centenary goal is to urge and interfere with those in power in the world to realize the people's basic needs for food, clothing and the rule of law. 】

"It's really crazy."

Zhu Quetian looked at these simple lines of text. The content was concise and clear, but it contained a huge storm.

Immortal Palace will restore the living standards of the industrial civilization period within 10 years, surpass the previous civilization within 50 years, and achieve prosperity and peace for the whole world within 100 years.

The most terrifying of these is the centenary goal.

The most basic needs of food and clothing and the rule of law are the requirements of the heavenly beings in the Immortal Palace, and at the very least they are the standards of China. The latter foundation may not be fully realized in China.

The law is a thing that restricts the weak, but now a group of people want to use it to restrict the strong.

"Fellow Taoist Suzaku."

Suddenly, a voice came into his ears, and a breath of the Holy King level came.

Then an old man appeared, with crane hair and long beard, wearing a Taoist robe, with an air of immortality and a temperament similar to that of a monk from Shangqing Palace.

The Holy King Nanyang Zhenjun.

One of the currently resurrected Celestial Ancestors is also the top leader of the jurisdiction where Suzakutian is located, equivalent to a mortal provincial leader.

Zhuquetian's heart was trembling, and he quickly raised his hands and said: "Those who are masters of cultivation will come first. True Lord, just call me Zhu Hua."

Zhu Hua is his Taoist name, although these heavenly people are very respectful to their elders and respect their ancestors whom they have never met. But when people give face to themselves, he cannot give face to others. Only fools will rely on their old age to show off.

True Lord Nanyang showed a faint smile and exchanged greetings: "As one of the Eight Great Masters of my ancestor, he is recognized by the immortals, so he naturally deserves to be among my peers."

"Don't dare."

Zhu Quetian shook his head, and then asked: "What did Zhenjun do?"

True Lord Nanyang hesitated for a moment and said slowly:

"Pindao wants to go to China."

"Huh? But China is trying to win over...ahem, begging you to go?" Suzakutian's first reaction was that someone was trying to win over him.

"No."

True Lord Nanyang shook his head: "I don't have the heart to bless the world, nor do I have unparalleled power. I just want to practice Taoism with peace of mind. If there are difficulties in the Immortal Palace in the future, or there is a need, I am willing to work hard, but on weekdays, I still want to be clear. build."

"Then why did senior come to me? To introduce me to you?"

"No, I want to know where the immortals live in seclusion,"

"I heard that the Immortal is in the Divine Capital of Zhou, but the Shangqing Palace does not allow anyone to directly disturb the Immortal. You need to report to the Shangqing Palace first. This should be the Immortal's intention."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

True Lord Nanyang turned around and disappeared.

Then one after another heavenly beings came to visit, allowing Suzakutian to see another faction among the heavenly beings.

There are separatists, and there are quite a few of them.

Or ask about the whereabouts of the immortals, or set up a bridge to enter China.

"Asgard is crumbling."

Suzaku Tian suddenly had an enlightenment.

This behemoth, with 10 holy kings sitting on its head, is only loyal to the immortals.

Perhaps Beidou will not collapse because of this, and the prosperity of the people will not stop, but without the huge group of heavenly beings, it is destined to be unable to dominate the entire world.

If you cannot deter everyone, you will naturally not be able to achieve the century-old goal.

The next day.

Zhuquetian heard about Xiao Yuntian, and then he was called to a meeting. The most powerful man who had been put aside by the trial before stood in front of the stage and faced the eyes of countless heavenly beings.

He did not show his tyrannical force, but took out an order, held it high, and looked at everyone.

"I am ordered by the Immortal to take charge of the Immortal Palace, who has any objections!"

quiet!

The scene was silent, and there was no communication this time. All the factions united their will at this moment, and all the gods bowed down and surrendered.

"My lord, I obey the order."

At the end of the meeting, Nanyang Zhenjun and other saint kings were left behind.

Xiao Yuntian was honest with them, told them everything, and asked the question from his previous life again.

"Death to immortals, or death to heaven and earth?"

The situation is not that critical now, and perhaps he will not face this choice until his death. But everyone chose to stay again and become the Sky-Slayers they were back then.

Another day later, Beidou opened to the outside world and began to attract investment.

That day, the ports in the Bering Strait were busy with traffic. Giant ships from China sailed in, and countless envoys and representatives landed on planes.

Countless forces such as the Chinese government, cultivation sects, capital predators, etc. gathered together.

The heyday of Beidou has begun.

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Jian Zong.

On top of the towering Heavenly Sword Peak, countless sword cultivators were walking on swords, and it looked like a celestial cultivation sect imagined by the people of China.

He Kun sat in the position of the sect leader with all kinds of boredom, dealing with various things, most of which were about the teaching issues of his disciples, various competitions, and the annual enrollment.

"Sect Master, this is the list submitted by the government this year. There are 1,000 people in total. How many people need to be eliminated this year?"

The elder in charge of admissions presented the documents.

He Kun raised his head and emphasized: "I am only acting as the sect leader."

In a sense, he is very similar to Li Changsheng. They are both relatively lazy people who don't like to be tied to a certain position.

"Ahem, cough, cough, it's almost over. The sect master probably won't come back." The elder said in a low voice.

"Just admit it, the sect master hasn't been back for almost a year."

At first, I only went to Zhoudi frequently, but later I came back once a month, and I stayed in Zhoudi most of the time. Now Elder He is the current sect leader, but he has not appeared in the past year.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Jianzong is my junior sister's home. How long has Li Changsheng been with her? They had a falling out back then. Only the elder and I are our junior sister's relatives!"

He Kun shook his head and denied it with a firm tone. If the elder of the Jian Sect hadn't helped Jian Xian run errands to buy the fairy dolls sold on the Internet, he would have believed it.

Elder He and the Great Elder indeed have a deep relationship with the sect master, and are basically equal to family members.

But the married girl throws away the water.

If the Sword Sect is strong, it is not impossible to recruit people. But he is a living immortal, the strongest person in the world, so we Master Sword Immortal will probably have to pay for it.

Suddenly, a spiritual light flew over and landed on the table, turning into an order.

He Kun looked puzzled, and then remembered what he asked Xiao Yunshu to ask some time ago.

If the Immortal Palace is too sharp, it may cause a catastrophe.

Ideals are good, but they have to be achieved step by step. In order to prevent the gods from really breaking into China, He Kun asked Dong Yunshu to ask for an immortal order.

Ring ring ring.

The phone rang and it was Li Yi.

"Hello."

"Elder He, I will go back to my hometown with Yun Shu and the others later, and I will leave the outside affairs to you."

Li Yi's voice came out.

He Kun's face darkened and he said: "Jianzong is my junior sister's home, but do you really plan to retire? It has only been a few years since the world recovered, and there will be many treasures in the future."

"Treasures have their destiny. The only thing I care about is peace and prosperity. Someone has helped me catch it. I really have to rest now."

"Hmph! It sounds like you are very busy on weekdays. What will happen to the Immortal Palace? Those children of yours are not ordinary people. You might even kill me one day. The ideal is good, but the people may not be able to keep up with them."

"So I'm giving you an order, but I guess in the end you will also side with them."

"If they take their time, I don't mind helping them." He Kun did not deny it.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Come and play in Hanshui when you have time."

The phone hangs up.

He Kun looked at the horizon with some melancholy, as if he lacked a sense of security.

Although Li Changsheng still exists, if there is really a big trouble that no one can solve, the thunder will still fall. But now the people who solve the problem have become themselves, the Immortal Palace, the Shangqing Palace, and the government.

After all, he is not as good as that mediocre Taoist.

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China, government.

Prime Minister Pan Jun was at work when suddenly a bright yellow jade silk appeared on the table, and then the phone rang.

Seeing the caller, he quickly answered the call.

Li Yi briefly explained a few things, and then left a sentence.

"Prime Minister, I'm going home. I leave you with this order. Don't be kicked out early."

The phone hangs up.

Prime Minister Pan Jun looked stunned and could not calm down for a long time. He seemed to have returned to the hesitation he felt when he left home for the first time and entered boarding school in junior high school.

On the other side, cold water.

Li Yi took his family back to his hometown and walked along the mountain road to the mountainside. Li's father and mother had been waiting for a long time.

Li Yi hugged Zhu Xue and said, "Call grandma and grandpa."

Zhu Xue said with a sweet voice: "Grandpa and grandma."

Father Li and Mother Li’s eyes were dull.

It’s okay for this son of a bitch to bring three wives back at once. How come he already has children?