The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 273 Immemorial Holy King: Yuan

  Cultivation world, Wangchuanhe.

  Li Changsheng woke up from the daze, this time it only took a few minutes. Mo Luo's illusion is indeed superb, and it has reached the point of refining the fake into reality, but after all, it cannot escape the word illusion.

  For him, thousands of years are but a blink of an eye, and everything is just a picture pieced together in his memory.

  Only in the world of true circulation will there be years.

   "Brother Li."

  A brisk voice came from beside him, and an illusory figure stood beside him. Wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, with cold eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth, he leaned forward slightly.

   That year, she was in full bloom, and her swordsmanship was profound.

  It's just an illusion for a moment, but it has a bit of reality.

   "I'm looking for you this time."

  Li Changsheng whispered and continued to walk forward. More and more remains gathered in front of him, and countless demons and ghosts rushed towards him like sharks smelling fishy.

  After traveling two thousand miles, Li Changsheng stopped, and looked up into the distance.

  The keel flew across the sky, swallowing half of the sky, staring at Li Changsheng with dark eyes. The keel is the pillar, and the dragon head is the beam.

  The gate is three hundred feet high and two hundred feet wide. The combined height of the two of them does not exceed 4 meters, standing here like ants.

  The Taoist robed woman looked at Jinyang Pass, and said in a cold voice: "Brother Li, that Mo Luo said that the front is Jinyang Pass, Jinyang, Yangjin, and only people who are close to Yangshou can enter."

   "Go back, I am nothing more than an illusion. The soul of a monk returns to heaven and earth. If there are no three souls and six souls, what if there is reincarnation?"

  She was fabricated by Mo Luo based on Li Changsheng's memory. She is not the world-shaking Xueye Sword Fairy, but just Li Changsheng's memory.

   But she is not limited to anyone, she looks like a real person.

  Li Changsheng replied: "I have searched all over the world for Taoism, and I have heard such a saying. After death, people with great supernatural powers will turn into Zhoutian and stars, and they will be with the heaven and earth. This is to enter the Tao."

   "I also heard from Buddhism that great supernatural beings are with the heaven and the earth, and the Tao will transform the laws of the heaven and the earth. If you can find the law of reincarnation, it is not a lie to bring the dead back to life."

  The woman tilted her head slightly, and asked: "It's just a one-sided story, Brother Li, do you believe it yourself?"

   "I will verify the truth and falsehood. If I don't dare to try, why should I come here?"

  Li Changsheng walked towards the End of Sun Pass, the towering End of Sun Pass trembled slightly, and the aura comparable to that of the stage of transforming gods fell from the sky. It was mixed with the breath of heaven, the dragon head's gloomy light rose sharply, and an emotionless voice fell.

   "Back off!"

  Three months had passed since Lei Guang fought against Gu Long. In the end, Li Changsheng crushed the last keel, and stepped into a place where no living person had ever set foot for thousands of years.

  Behind the door, there is a sea of ​​scarlet flowers from the other side, which can't be seen at a glance.

   This is another piece of desperate land. I don’t know if it was transformed by the remains of some great supernatural power. Just looking at it arouses thousands of emotions. There is never a shortage of demons and ghosts in the River of Forgetfulness, and the real danger is always those invisible and intangible things.

  Suddenly the petals flew up, rolling up countless figures again. They are in their prime, wearing similar clothes, holding swords in their hands, and their hearts are Lingtian.

  The last generation of Jianzong disciples.

   "Meet the sword master, please turn around."

  Li Changsheng ignored him and continued to walk forward, but there was a large group of phantoms behind him, and they followed quietly like this. He will neither attack Li Changsheng, nor help Li Changsheng deal with those unconscious ghosts, and sometimes even needs protection.

   This is a group of burdens, if you leave them behind, your speed will be faster and your fighting skills will be easier.

   But Li Changsheng didn't, so he led this group of phantoms in such a stupid way, heading towards the depths of Huangquan.

  Three thousand miles, finally see Huangquan.

  The ancient city built with loess is buried in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side. The dilapidated city gate is half-opened, revealing the hollow temples dedicated to various gods.

  The fruits, vegetables and incense that have long disappeared on the altar, and the **** statue has gone to nowhere.

  Desolate to the extreme.

  Mo Luo appeared again, his aura was extremely weak, and he looked as if he was exhausted. But the human form he transformed was extremely happy, looking at Li Changsheng with an almost mocking expression.

He said: "Li Changsheng, my method can be practiced into reality. If you worship me as your teacher, I can pass it on to you. Then you can let these people always exist by your side, your friends, your wife, you teacher"

   "What is false is ultimately false." Li Changsheng shook his head and said, "If you have the real method of bringing the dead back to life, I would like to worship you as my teacher."

   "Heh, where in the world comes back to life, it's just a lie to you idiots."

  Mo Luo's voice became weaker and weaker, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and then he slightly bowed his hands.

   "I was defeated. I am so relieved to meet a strong man like you before life and death disappear! These remnants are the gift of my defeated general. If there is a way to bring the dead back to life, maybe it will be useful."

   After saying that, Mara vanished into thin air, and the last trace of consciousness returned to heaven and earth.

  The sky and the earth shook slightly, and there was another star above the sky.

  Li Changsheng stepped into the ancient city, searched every corner, but found no way to bring the dead back to life. Then he found a place imprisoned by the law of heaven. Outside the door, he wrote the Hall of Reincarnation. There were three wells at the door called the present life, the past life, and the next life.

  He looked at this life, saw Qingshui, saw practice, saw Jianzong, and saw himself. The years of 2000 years, the people and things of 2000 years, will only remain in this well in the end.

  He looked at the past life and the future life, the well water withered, and he did not see the past life and the future life.

  The way of heaven says that reincarnation does not exist, and people will never be young again.

  Death is the most equal destination for all living beings.

  Li Changsheng thought that this should be a place for reincarnation, so he spent decades breaking through the confinement, and walked in under thousands of catastrophes. There sat a dead bone, sitting cross-legged in the center, with its head bowed down.

   honorable name 【Yuan】

   Just taking a look at Li Changsheng, such a thought popped up in my heart. The aura emanating from the dead bones made Li Changsheng feel a bit of chill. He didn't know how many years he had existed, and he still had such a powerful aura after death.

   Now he can destroy the dry bones with one hand, but he is just a dry bone now. If this person is still alive, what kind of power will it be?

  I am not as good as him now.

  Li Changsheng thought so, and then saw a line of writing next to the dry bone, next to his finger hanging on the ground, obviously written by him.

  【There is no reincarnation, don’t force it】

  There is no reincarnation at the end of Wangchuan.

  Li Changsheng unknowingly sat at the entrance of the Hall of Reincarnation. He sat quietly like this, and the phantoms of the old people also quietly accompanied him. The woman in a snow-white Taoist robe leaned against him, without much words, and didn't know what to say.

  They are just phantoms, remnants with partial memories, and they don't even have any relationship with Li Changsheng's old friend.

   Just letting time pass by like this, after a while, a disciple of Jianzong stood up.

  Handsome in appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, Yu Wu'an. The Taoist Guanwu who fought against demons for three months, bled thousands of miles without dying, and finally saved the people from fire and water, and was named after him in the Wu Dynasty.

  He came in front of Li Changsheng, his eyes flickering with the little spirituality left. Hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, with the blade pointing down, arching the hands and bowing deeply.

  If it was the real him, he would have said that, and he would have done so.

   "Sword Master, look back, we are dead, not worth your pursuit."

   After finishing speaking, he killed himself and turned into a little bit of starlight.

   Immediately after, the second person stood up, Yu Nannan, he remembered as a very lively girl.

   "Sword Master, Nan Nan is leaving first, take care of your health, eat well, and don't drink too much wine."

   "Sword Master, I hope you will become enlightened."

   "Sword Master, in the past, he joked about the affairs of the afterlife, but now he is here before his eyes, and he wants to leave."

   One by one, as if they had really come to life, they came to Li Changsheng to say goodbye to him. They should only have short memories, they should have no feelings, they should all be phantoms.

  Since it was a phantom, why did he commit suicide? Since it is a dream, why wake up?

  Li Changsheng's indifferent eyes gradually melted, and when he came back to his senses, everyone had left.

  A snow-white figure left beside him, stood in front of him, raised his hand, and the simple and unpretentious ancient sword flew into his hand from thousands of miles away.

   "Brother Li, do I still remember a sword technique that Xue Ye taught you?"

   "He Jian?"

   "Mandarin Duck Sword."

  The woman holds the heavenly sword and dances lightly, gracefully like a dragon swimming, and graceful like a frightened bird, showing the softness of the woman and sacrificing the sharpness of the sword.

  Mandarin Duck Sword is a combined fencing technique that requires a man and a woman to perform. It is not considered a top sword technique, but its reputation has spread all over the world and is known by most people.

   Because of the word mandarin duck, it is often used for flirting between Taoist couples.

   Li Changsheng and Dong Yunshu have never used it, because they have never flirted with each other, nor have they had too much ambiguity. It's just simply discussing swordsmanship and Taoism, and simply traveling around the world together.

   They have learned the Yuanyang sword, but it is basically used for discussion, and they will not discuss it after one time.

  After the sword dance, the woman smiled like a flower, and said: "Brother Li, I am not her, but with the sword intent that belongs to her in this heavenly sword, I can be her."

   "I may have a little love for Brother Li, sorry, my mind is not pure."

   "Brother Li's aspirations should be like the waves of the river, rushing east to the sea, why bother to miss me waiting for a pinch of loess."

   After all, self-determination of life, all kinds of emotions are not worth the word life and death.

  The breeze blowing from nowhere, blew away the starlight transformed by the old man and turned it into a sky full of stars, floating towards the sky, leaving only a heavenly sword falling to the ground silently.

   There was a slight tightness in the chest, followed by a heart-piercing pain. Li Changsheng kept opening his mouth wide, trying to spit out the steel needles in his chest, but he couldn't spit them out after all. They just pierced his lungs with his breathing.

  Every breath is mixed with a blade, which cuts people's hearts like a knife.

  Mara, you beat me once.

  It's really ironic that I can't hurt me with tens of thousands of methods, but the kind gift before dying has become the sharpest three-foot water and the sharpest sword head.

   "You really have become like this."

  A familiar figure came out of the Heavenly Sword, He Kun looked at Li Changsheng who was almost insane, raised his hand and slashed his sword on his head. This sword seemed to split the chaos, opening a hole for Li Changsheng.

   A way to break free from demons.

"Brother Li, I expected this day to come, so I left a hand in the Heavenly Sword. This is just a photo of me. Do you think I'm alive? Or are you already crying? It's a pity I can't see it. If you want to cry, find a place where no one is around, there is no shame in crying."

   "You do it yourself, I'll go."

   "Goodbye Elder He."

  Li Changsheng nodded slightly, the smile outlined at the corner of his mouth was so gentle, mixed with helplessness and bitterness, and finally turned into relief.

  Seeing through life and death, the state of mind of the immortal is accomplished.

   The situation was turbulent, and the Taoist picked up the Heavenly Sword and began to walk against the current, returning to the common world.

   Kyushu has green mountains and rivers, and thousands of miles of blank space.

  Li Changsheng stood on the clouds, overlooking the land of no one, suddenly he didn't feel as cold as before.

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  Modern, Wangchuanhe.

   Li Yi and his party reached the end after walking two thousand miles. On the way, the old man found his lair and took back part of his family property.

  So they further confirmed one thing, the recovery of heaven and earth is essentially the transfer of things in the practice world to modern times, in an unknown way.

   It only took two days for them to arrive at the end of the River of Forgetfulness, and across the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, they saw a quaint ancient city.

  There are two stone statues standing at the gate of the ancient city, and the gate is closed. When they walked to the gate, the stone statues opened their eyes.

  The sound is thick, like a bell.

  【Who is coming? 】

   "Li Yi, visit this place again and ask if there is reincarnation?"

  Li Yi cupped his hands slightly, without any arrogance in his posture, humble but not humble.

  The stone statue stared at the person in front of it, its supernatural powers couldn't see through him, so it couldn't help slowing down its voice and said: [There is reincarnation in Huangquan City, but my master will not see visitors for the time being. 】

Owner?

  The old man and Qiong Yu grasped this point keenly, and there was a little awe in their eyes.

  The owner of Huangquan City at the end of the River of Forgetfulness controls the cycle of life and death. What kind of existence is this? I'm afraid it is also like a fairy, an existence beyond common sense.

  The living ancient saint.

"It's the holy king." Qiong Yu whispered in Li Yi's ear, "I heard from a sister that the holy is the title of the strong, and the holy king is equivalent to the immortal in the age of immortality. Controlling a place of law is a party. Holy King."

  The Land of Forgotten River and Yellow Spring is obviously a land of laws, with effects beyond common sense, and has attracted countless strong people to compete for it.

   "Is the Holy King very strong?" Li Yi became a little interested, and he remembered the dead bone that was sitting in the Hall of Reincarnation before.

   "Strong, very, very strong."

  Qiong Yu opened her arms as if to describe how powerful the Holy King is, but unfortunately her short hands with long fingers were not so powerful.

   "My way of entering the heavens at my peak is already considered the best among saints, but I have no power to fight back against a strong man at the level of a saint king."

  She was slapped to death by an unknown holy king. At that time, for some reason, the world suddenly fell into chaos, and all the strong were conquering each other. And Qiong Yu belongs to the side of the Dao of Heaven, the specific situation is not clear, only know that the world is full of enemies of the Dao of Heaven.

"interesting."

  Li Yi made a little comparison. He has seen Qiong Yu's Tongtian pupil before, and it can be regarded as a high-level supernatural power.

  Really fighting is at least at the level of Xiaoqi, who can make a Huashen helpless, and at least has his 3000-year skill. Of course, it is not clear about the actual combat ability. After all, I have too many means, and the opponent may not be as good as myself.

   At least 3,000 years of skill, can you block my two punches?

  Thinking of this, Li Yi looked up at the ancient city, with a rare trace of fighting intent in his eyes. In an instant, the sleeping existence in the ancient city suddenly woke up, and his whole body was already drenched in sweat.

   Fortunately, the chill comes and goes quickly.

   "Since it is inconvenient, I will visit again in the future."

  Li Yi bowed his hands politely and said goodbye. Although he was very interested in the existence inside, there was no need to demolish other people's houses for no reason.

  Reincarnation, he now has the ability to prove it.

  Laws exist between heaven and earth, and are not the private property of others, but some people can completely control this law.

   It was the first time that the stone statue saw such a strong man with such a good temper, and he couldn't help but return the gift. As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person with your hand, let alone the good face of someone stronger than yourself.

  It naturally has to show its attitude, and the face is often given by itself.

   "Thank you fellow daoist for your understanding."

   Qiong Yu and the old man breathed a sigh of relief, they were really afraid that Li Yi would hit the door directly.

  Although the immortals are very powerful, the unknown beings in the city are not much weaker, at least they can be killed. Once the two terrifying existences fight, maybe the aftermath will shock them to death.

  At this moment, the simple and unsophisticated city gate slowly opened, and a man wearing a black robe and a flat sky crown on his head, with a handsome appearance and a height of nearly eight feet, came out.

  26 meters tall, like a giant.

  Qiong Yu said that in the ancient times, judging the strength of a strong man can be judged by his body shape, a golden body of three feet, a golden body of six feet, and a golden body of nine feet.

  Nine is respected, but I have never heard of any strong man with a nine-foot golden body, and Bazhang is already the top strong man.

  He bowed his hands and bowed to Li Yi.

   "Senior came to the dojo, but I feel lost and welcome. My name is Yuan, I am the master of this place. I don't know the name of the senior?"

   Qiong Yu, the old man, and the stone statue looked at the giant and bent down to offer Li Yi's hand, not to mention how wonderful the expressions on their faces were.

   This is a holy king, a peak existence in ancient times. No matter how you put it, you are on the same level as a fairy, so you don't have to bend over and call yourself a senior, right?

  The stone statue reacted most violently, and its mouth almost fell to the ground.

  My master is called Senior, so I just called him Fellow Daoist, isn’t that a bit rebellious? Rounding off, he is one generation higher than the master.

   It's over!

  (end of this chapter)