The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 157

  Chapter 157 If you don't want to die, you can't take it with you even if it's the way of heaven

  Tianque Mountain, the towering peak of Tianjian Peak.

  Dong Yunshu exhaled slightly, the surrounding air surged with the sword intent, and the clouds and mist were cut by the wind blade that filled the void.

  At this time, cheers from the disciples came from below faintly, almost all of which were mixed with the words "living immortal". Not only the cadres of the company, but the sect disciples also need to read Da Neng's autobiography. In addition to the requirements of the sect, the disciples themselves are also extremely curious about things in the cultivation world, let alone the deeds of the top powerful sects.

  The living immortals, the sword immortals, the master of crossing the world, and the Taiyin fairy are all top existences in the age of immortality, and they themselves are legends.

   Just like modern people worship historical figures, monks also worship power.

   "A living immortal, great!"

   "It's too powerful, while resisting the catastrophe, suppressing Moyuan. It is said that the life span of living immortals in this period is at least 2000 years old, and the five declines of heaven and man are indispensable."

   "The five declines of heaven and man are still so powerful, how powerful was he in his heyday?"

   "That's Huashen Tianjie. The actual situation is definitely more dangerous."

  When she first heard these remarks, Dong Yunshu was quite happy, and she was happy when she praised Brother Li.

  Brother Li has been hiding it in his previous life, and his cultivation level is obviously not weaker than that of the older generation. The supernatural powers made her even more astonished, but he just didn't want to show it.

   Even in the face of provocations from some monks, at most he just let himself take action, he never made a move.

   This made Dong Yunshu very regretful. Although it was great to be able to help Brother Li, he faced some fellow monks who had frivolous thoughts about him. She still hopes that Brother Li can stand up and protect herself, even if she can cut everyone down with a single sword.

  The following words become less pleasant.

   "Taiyin Xingjun and the Living Immortal are so sweet."

   "The living immortals braved the catastrophe for the Taiyin Fairy and refined the Daotian Creation Pill. It's so cool! This is the power of cultivation in my mind. It can do what ordinary people can't do, and go against the sky."

   "Just now who said that Taiyin Xingjun only likes living immortals? Don't say that Taiyin Xingjun is a woman, even a man like me is tempted!"

  On this day, Zhai Shixian gained a lot of male fans. As the saying goes, excessive fitness attracts the same sex, and when the strength is strong enough, it will also attract the same sex. It is indisputable that males have more martial arts genes than females in human beings. Male monks naturally like the strong, especially the strong and invincible living immortals.

  Strength is the best in the world, and morality is equal to strength. The story of the living immortal dragging his dying body to suppress Moyuan for the world has long been spread. Last year, the Moyuan incident inspired countless monks.

  It doesn't matter if he is invincible, but his character is still so good, this **** charm.

   Not everyone has high moral character, but most people like people with high moral character. Many people worshiped force before, but now it can be said that they are convinced.

  However, these young disciples didn't know that their words were very harsh to the ears of the suzerain.

Soon there were discussions among the disciples stopped by the elder, and they opened their mouths and scolded: "How decent is it to open your mouth and keep your mouth shut about love affairs! How can you make rash conclusions about people with great supernatural powers? The living immortals and Taiyin Xingjun know hundreds of people." For a long time, I am afraid that due to the kindness of master and apprentice, is it wrong for people to save the descendants?"

   Said, in the end the elder felt that he was talking nonsense, and the things inside were obvious. Not to mention whether Zai Shixian has any thoughts in that regard, Taiyin Xingjun has a crush on him.

  But in order to take care of his suzerain's mood, he could only bite the bullet and continue.

   "Young people, don't think about love all day long. Apart from love and love, there are also sincere friendship, family love, and kindness. Although I, Tianjianzong, advocates abstinence, I am not relentless, and only when there is love can I forget love."

  Actually, Tianjianzong advocated ruthlessness and ruthlessness before the Sword Immortal. Only in this way can the power of Taishang Wuji Sword Intent be exerted. But Jianxian has blazed a new path, which proves that holding the sword of forgetting emotion is the right way.

  Above Tianjian Peak, Dong Yunshu's frown slowly relaxed.

   Yes, not necessarily a matter of love. Back then, I didn't have any thoughts in this regard either, so Taiyin Xingjun should have been freed from mundane desires with such a cultivation level.

  Actually, before taking the Duotian Fortune Pill, Rabbit Jing really didn't have this idea. More importantly, they regard Li Changsheng as an elder and dare not have any unreasonable thoughts.

  This can be reflected in the text, Dong Yunshu is holding the genuine product so it can be read. Among them, Taiyin Xingjun waited for three years in the Shangqing Palace, fearing the anxiety of being abandoned, being severely injured by the catastrophe, and fearing death. All emotions are dependent on Li Changsheng, and there is no love among them.

   "I haven't relied on Brother Li much."

  Dong Yunshu's cold face showed some dissatisfaction, but he couldn't think of anything to rely on.

   It seems that being too strong is not a good thing.

  Open the next picture scroll, inside is an ordinary Taoist who rejected Taiyin Xingjun, and signed next to it [Luohua has intentions, flowing water is ruthless, this life can only serve by your side]

   "Sure enough." Dong Yunshu showed a rare smile.

   Qin Di, the flying general's office.

   "Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless."

  Wei Xi was sitting on an office chair, her slender legs in black suit pants were crossed, and she was holding a picture scroll sent from the Moon Palace in her hand. There was a sneer on her heroic face, and her smile could make it difficult for people west of Qin to walk.

  Not only did Tianjianzong ask for Li Changsheng's portrait, but the Qin army also asked for the portrait from Moon Palace, but it was a little slower than Tianjianzong for two days. Because although the flying general is also at the township level, her special position prevents her from being able to devote herself to practicing all day long like other township levels. Many times she has to deal with heavy duties, and will not separate her mind from it unless necessary.

  That's why Wei Xi saw "The Road to Immortals" two days later, and he was also attracted by the portrait above. But she is a little reserved, not directly saying that she wants it but for research.

   After all, artistic conception has great research value, and the things involved in it may be helpful to the development of the national destiny.

  So a certain rabbit hastily added points and drew a new one. As for the reason, I don't know.

  Wei Xi put down the scroll in his hand, and said: "Investigate whether Zhao Di has anything to say about the "Road to Immortals" published by other regions."

  Her keen intuition told herself that there was something wrong with what this rabbit spirit gave her.

   "Also take out all my picture scrolls here for comparison and take pictures to compare them and see what's different from the ones outside."

   "Yes." Tang Ke went straight into a military salute, and then took pictures of the portraits of Li Changsheng hanging all over the room.

  She tried not to let herself laugh, otherwise she would be punished by the general again. At that time, because I couldn't help laughing out loud, I ran 100 kilometers in two hours, and even a foundation cultivator couldn't avoid back pain.

  Tang Ke's efficiency was very fast. After waiting for 10 minutes, the comparison was completed, and he returned to the office to report again.

  Most of the content is fine, except that there is no [Luohua has intentions, flowing water is ruthless].

"Oh, just play some little tricks." Wei Xi smiled disdainfully, "Go ask for another painting, I am very concerned about how heartbroken Xingjun was when he was rejected. I love you so much and hate so much, I hope Xingjun will not resent Changsheng, as a wife, I can give some compensation."

".yes."

  Even Tang Ke felt that his general's heart was too dark at this time, and the artistic conception needed to be devoted to emotion. If it's true, it's like adding salt to the wound, and if it's fake, it's not a good feeling.

  Zhao Di, Moon Palace.

  In the empty palace, there are only two people, Miaomu and Taiyin Fairy. Dozens of other people have gone to practice. Not everyone was reincarnated a long time ago like Miaomu. Most of them were reincarnated in recent years, and they have not yet reached the level of Golden Core Stage.

  Miaomu can feel the power of incense that is constantly gathering around him, it is mottled and messy, and it is extremely difficult to absorb. But the palace lord easily used it for his own use, and now his cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, and it only took two weeks.

   "Palace Master, is it really okay for you to do this? Absorb so many beliefs at once?"

  Taiyin Xingjun said with a flat chest, "I definitely didn't dare to play like this before, but I have learned a few things from that foot-washing maid these years. I still know a lot about incense, and this belief can't hurt me."

  You must know that the foot-washing maidservant had already reached the level of the Nascent Soul through faith, and there was no golden elixir at that time. Of course, the Nascent Soul's cultivation base is useless at all, because the two of them are exhausted from resisting the poison of the incense with all their strength.

  Using foundation building and cultivation as a way to resist the poisonous incense at the Nascent Soul level is enough to show that the foot-washing maidservant is proficient in this way.

   "Do you want to try?"

   "No." Miao Mu shook her head without thinking, she didn't have the skills of a palace master.

  People's eyes are always focused on the handful of people at the top, ignoring the speed of practice of most reincarnated people, it is impossible to achieve a state of one day. The reincarnation of the Jindan stage is basically as negligible as buying a lottery ticket. Most of the reincarnated people in the Nascent Soul stage have advanced in three years in the current environment. The patent of Huashen's power.

  Faith can only be played by very few people with great supernatural powers. Many people are cautious when they come into contact with incense. Many members of the White Lotus Club only use incense as a one-time avatar at most, and few use it to restore their strength.

   "By the way, Palace Master, did you make a mistake in this portrait?" Miaomu pointed to the ink painting in front of him. After sending out two paintings, Palace Master drew another one for himself, and added some movements that were not there before.

For example, in the original version, the fairy sent the pill into the mouth of the palace master with a flick of his fingers. In the painting in front of him, the palace master was lying in the arms of the fairy, and the two looked at each other affectionately, and then the fairy fed her the pill with his mouth medicine.

  Using the words of the palace master is a simple artistic processing, and fortunately, the words of this artistic processing were not released.

  Of course, this is not the point. The point is that the fairy in the painting is injured a bit too seriously.

  In Miaomu's memory, the fairy head seemed to be a little weaker and not full of scars, and his clothes would not be tattered. That is a living immortal, how could he suffer such a serious injury?

  Myogi didn't believe this, and no one who lived in that era would believe it.

"Oh, do you understand art processing?" Fairy Taiyin glared at Miaomu, her beautiful and small facial features pretending to be serious, she patted the table and said, "How can you show how much the fairy loves me if you don't draw like this? Think about it Hitting Moyuan with long fists and kicking Tianjie, and then giving me the Heaven-defying Good Fortune Pill like feeding jelly beans, this doesn't show how much the Immortal Elder values ​​me."

  But this is the truth, and at that time the immortal had no **** for you, at most it was care or friendship.

  Miaomu naturally didn't dare to expose the palace lord, she turned her head to look at the portrait, it was indeed tragic, but it was different from the living immortal she knew.

  Fairy Taiyin rolled up her sleeves, held a brush in her hand, and said, "Yu'er, tell me in detail the scene when you went to beg the fairy that day, and I want to draw a remake."

"All right."

  Zhen Mo Peak was originally an unknown mountain, but it got its name because of the appearance of Mo Yuan.

   At the beginning, it was called the holy mountain, which means the mountain leading to the most holy and sage world. This was indeed the case decades ago, but since Mo Yuan revealed his true colors, this name has also disappeared, replaced by the word Zhenmo.

  The mountain, as its name suggests, suppresses demons.

   Immortals have suppressed Moyuan here for more than 20 years. People in the world have long forgotten the horror of the day Moyuan was born, and the sky was infested with red. The kind of throbbing from heaven and earth can make all monks remember their lives.

   Visions of heaven and earth will cause great chaos.

  Faced with such a situation, the practice world is divided into two factions, the suppression faction and the absconding faction.

  The former is headed by great sects such as Shangqing Palace and Tianjianzong. They have profound background and strength, and they cannot sit still. The latter are mostly small and medium-sized sects and casual cultivators. Almost all sects and monks who have the conditions have escaped into secret realms to avoid the world, and those who have no conditions have fled to remote mountains and overseas.

When all the major sects are jointly discussing how to suppress Moyuan, when countless small and medium sects are busy moving, and when all the medicines in the practice workshop are sold out. It happened unexpectedly.

   Then Taoist Changsheng slapped it back, and took the Heavenly Sword and cut it into several pieces.

  That day, the powerful practitioners who gathered in the Shangqing Palace to discuss how to suppress Moyuan were extremely embarrassed. They seemed to be jumping up and down like clowns. Da Neng, who had previously satirized Taoist Changsheng, was even more flushed, wishing he could find a crack to get in.

   It's not that they lose face, it's that there is no harm without comparison.

  They looked like they were fighting to the end, they were all ready to fall, Taoist Changsheng just slapped them back.

  During the next 20 years, Mo Yuan was always shrouded in thunder, and the thunder and Taishang Wuji Sword Intent wiped Mo Yuan away bit by bit.

  Changsheng Taoist also started from this time, and has another name of Changshengxian. Everyone in the world recognized him, and he was comparable to the sword fairy thousands of years ago.

   As for the living immortal, that is the title hundreds of years later, when the practice circle realizes that he will not die of old age.

  Changsheng is real longevity, not a name.

  Due to the infestation of the scattered fragments of the Devil's Abyss in the Zhenmo Peak, there is no grass growing here, and the deadly poisonous miasma always exudes from the soil.

  Even if Jin Danqi walks in it carelessly, he will be killed on the spot.

  A woman in Tsing Yi walked among them, coughing up some blood from time to time. He is obviously a Jindan period monk, but he looks like an old man on the verge of death here.

  Miaomu didn't dare to fly here, because the fragments of the secret realm in the void here were disordered, and he accidentally crashed into the magic abyss.

  One step, two steps, three steps.

  Suddenly, the space distorted, and she came to the top of the mountain in one step.

  Miaomu saw a Taoist man, he was wearing a simple Taoist robe, his long hair was simply **** with a wooden hairpin, and his breath was like an ordinary person.

   In front of him, countless pieces of flesh exuding a terrifying aura fell, many of which had the aura of the Nascent Soul stage.

  Zheng!

  With a crisp sword cry, the unpretentious Heavenly Sword fell into the hands of the Taoist.

  He lightly brushed the sword with his fingertips, and asked calmly without turning his head: "Pindao remembers that you are Miaomu? What is the purpose of coming here?"

   With a plop, Miaomu knelt on the ground, and said with a hint of tears in her voice: "I beg the immortal to save the palace master, her true spirit has collapsed, and I am afraid she will only have a few years to live."

   "How to save?" The Taoist's face was still as calm as usual, as if he didn't care much about the Palace Master of the Moon Palace who had been with him for hundreds of years.

"Crossing the catastrophe is my own business. If she doesn't have the heart of the Tao and the courage to fight for her life, even I can't help her. The rabbit's foundation is a bit weak, but her understanding is not bad. Go back and tell her , You have to go through the catastrophe by yourself, don't take chances."

  Miaomu didn't expect the immortal to be so indifferent, but she couldn't change anything when it came to this point, so she could only turn around and leave.

  Zhenmo Peak returned to calm again, and ghostly figures appeared in the void from time to time, and there were countless corpses under the abyss.

  After a long time, the Taoist slightly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Moon Palace, his eyes were half-drowned, and a cold light that could cut down everything in the world was drawn across the Heavenly Sword.

   "If you don't want to die, even the way of heaven can't take you away."

  Zheng! !

  The heavenly sword slashed away, and the monks with a radius of thousands of miles only felt their hearts tighten. When they looked up to the sky in horror, the entire night sky was occupied by white light.

  A sword comes out, and the day appears.

   Another piece of Demon Abyss was cut off.

  (end of this chapter)

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