The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 195

  Chapter 195 Li Changsheng and Le Xiaoqi

  The torrential rain was majestic, and countless water droplets hit the tiles, making a dense sound of dripping. Through the holes in the roof, water droplets continued to drip into the ruined temple.

  The ruined temple could not be seen, and the only moonlight was covered by the rainstorm. In addition to the sound of rain, those with sharp eyes and ears can also hear birds jumping on the beams hiding from the rain, mice running in the corner of the wall, and insects gnawing on the rotten wood...

  Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside, and the sound of stepping into the puddle overwhelmed the sound of the rainstorm. A short figure ran over in the torrential rain, staggered up the steps of the Taoist temple, and got into the Taoist temple all at once.

   In this way, it also broke into the sight of an unknown existence.

  It was a ten-year-old child, dressed in coarse linen, wet all over, with a small and thin face full of fear. After the child entered, he closed the door immediately, and pressed his body against the door, as if there was a scourge outside.

  In the rainy night, a huge figure came out of the forest, and the strong smell of blood came through the rainstorm far away.

  Pig head and dog body, huge body, black hair, hard spines, red eyes, dragging a huge belly. The belly seemed to be full of water, and every step it took would shake violently, and human-shaped traces appeared on the belly from time to time.

  A series of resentful souls hovered above the pointed spear on the back, making a sharp and ugly cry.

   Swallowing people into the stomach, refining resentful souls into sores on the back, collecting the filth of the land, and resentful souls of people, is an evil legacy.

  Mysterious existence It is a kind of doubt that the mood that has not been seen for many years finally fluctuated a little, wondering why such a monster appeared.

   There are many kinds of monsters, which generally refer to animals with intelligence and cultivation. A long time ago, today's monsters were called spirit beasts. At that time, there was no distinction between humans and monsters, and humans were just one of many creatures. Later, due to various reasons, the distinction between human beings and monsters began to appear, and the hostility and hatred between the two sides gradually deepened. These problems left over from history cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

  The real monster is the one in front of you, a kind of evil born from filth. He has a cruel temperament and no intelligence. He kills people when he sees people, and kills demons when he sees demons.

  Evil legacy is a kind of evil, some people say that evil legacy causes chaos in the world.

   Having just stepped into the world of cultivation a long, long time ago, he thought it was a very powerful evil spirit. It was only later that I realized that the most powerful evil is only in the Jindan period, and it is said that evil will cause chaos in the world only because it needs troubled times to be born.

  In the peaceful and prosperous age, few evil spirits were born.

   Evil legacy, man-made disaster also.

  Why is there a bad legacy?

  He was so suspicious, it stands to reason that the world should be clear with that person. Perhaps when manpower is limited, there will always be places that you can't see.

  While he was thinking, the monster with the head of a pig and the body of a dog was already standing in front of the gate, its paws covered with black steel bristles fell suddenly, instantly smashing the decayed wooden door into countless pieces.

  The child flew upside down, some sawdust stuck in his face, and fell heavily to the ground.

  A huge pig's face poked in from the outside, and there was a trace of teasing in the crimson eyes. Evil remains are devoid of intelligence, but their inherently evil characteristics allow them to torture and kill living beings without a teacher.

  Many people are swallowed by it and will not die immediately. It usually takes about a minute, and the nasal cavity is filled with foul-smelling viscous liquid, and eventually suffocates to death.

  The child's pupils were filled with tears and fear. He tightly covered his mouth and nose, trying his best not to make a sound.

  The mysterious existence intends to make a move. This is not the first person he meets after entering the Tao, nor is it the first person he sees as he gradually regains his emotions. But he was the first person who was in danger, and his former self was never stingy with raising his hands.

   It's just that I'm a little slow, and I should have shot just now.

   "Close your eyes."

  Suddenly a hoarse voice came to the ear, the tone was a bit strange, the child could barely understand what the other party meant.

   This is the accent of a monk, a language that has not changed for thousands of years. It is different from ordinary people who speak one language ten miles apart, or whose language accent changes hundreds of years apart.

  The child didn't listen to the voice, maybe because he was afraid, or maybe he didn't react. The unknown existence can only protect his eyes from being blinded by his own lightning.

  The endless brilliance of the darkness behind him bloomed, accompanied by a thunderclap, which instantly drowned the monster in front of him. Straight into the dark clouds in the sky, the torrential rain that had been thousands of miles away was washed away by the thunder in an instant, revealing the white jade plate in the sky again.

  The last few drops of rain fell and a light breeze came.

  The moonlight walked into the Taoist temple unhurriedly like a slim fairy, reflecting everything here.

  A dilapidated Taoist temple, weeds grew in the gaps between the stone bricks on the ground, the stools and chairs were all gnawed into slag, and the corner on the right side collapsed slightly.

  A huge rock may have been smashed into the house due to a landslide and became a new support point.

  Among the collapsed ruins, a figure sat upright, the broken beams pressed on him, and weeds and flowers were coiled. There is no pair of eyes that are deep and bright, like the night sky in the sky.

  The child was stunned for a moment, and then enduring the pain, he knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed continuously: "Thank you immortal for saving your life, thank you immortal for helping your life."

  In his simple world view, those who can do what ordinary people can't are immortals.

   "You... come here, Pindao will treat your injuries."

  Hearing this, the child quickly got up and walked towards the man sitting in the ruins, only to see that the man stretched out a hand from a pile of rotten wood and soil, and gently tapped his forehead. The warm current spreads to the center of the eyebrows, all the cold disappears, and the broken bones heal in an instant.

  Such a miraculous scene further confirms his identity as a fairy.

   "Children, what time is today?"

   "Jing, the adults in the village said it."

"scene?"

  The man's face showed a little sigh, he didn't expect that just one practice would change the dynasty.

   "There is no calendar day in the mountains, no one knows the year at the end of the cold, and no one knows how the old man is doing at this time?"

  The man came out from the rotten wood and dirt, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a disheveled face and disheveled hair, his face looked less than thirty. If it weren't for his pair of deep eyes that contained the Dao, no matter who saw him, he would think he was a savage.

   With a wave of his hand, all the mud on his body turned into a breeze. The wind was a little desolate, a little cold, and a little astringent, and it completely took away his thousand years of practice.

  In that year, he went up to the mountain to discuss the Tao with his friends, and believed that true feelings can defeat all laws in the world. If a monk cultivates his mind and self, if he is no match for external objects, what is the point of cultivation? It's not that love is so powerful, but that he firmly believes that his Dao Xin can defeat the Heavenly Sword.

  Li Changsheng climbed up to Tianjian Peak full of ambition, facing the supreme sword and his old friend. Her face is no longer the same as before, only the cold sword and murderous look remain. They collided with each other with their hearts, and met with their lives. Later, Li Changsheng lost, and the loss was very thorough.

  After the failure, he was also affected by that sword intent, and stepped into the Supreme Wangqing. He thought this was the way to reach the sky, and this was the longevity he was looking for.

  Unfortunately not, Taishang Wangqing lost to himself in the end.

  My love is better than the Heavenly Sword,

   "Pursuing the Tao for two thousand years, everything will eventually come to nothing."

  Shaohua white head, but in a flash, what is becoming a fairy, and what is detachment?

  The mountain Taoist named Li Changsheng woke up like a dream, or fear, or hesitation, or nostalgia for the world of mortals, he escaped from Taoism and jumped out of Taishang Wangqing.

   "Is this really good?" The Taoist asked himself, and he was just one step away from joining the Tao, being on the same level as the sky, and living the same life as the heaven and the earth.

   "That's great, I'll win this time."

   There was a slight smile on his face, and he stepped out of the ruined temple on his own. At this moment, the dark clouds dispersed and there was no cloud in the sky, the moon was like a silver plate, and the sky was like a suspension.

The child hurriedly chased after him, then knelt on the ground and begged: "I beg the gods to help me, my village is going to be flooded. The Dragon King wants to build a palace in our place, so he flooded our village." .My parents have been washed away by the flood now."

  The child was slurred and couldn't express clearly, but Li Changsheng could still guess a thing or two.

   It should be impossible to live if the flood washes away, but you can go and see.

  Li Changsheng asked, "Where is your home?"

   "Ten miles over there, my house is at the entrance of the village... ahhh."

   In the middle of the child's speech, a white cloud suddenly lifted the two of them up. Such a change made him scream again and again. But Li Changsheng ignored it, he could only think about one thing now, and he didn't have the energy to take into account a child's emotions.

  His emotion is like a dry ocean, recovering slowly and dullly. But when all the rivers go east to the sea, there will always be a day when they will be full.

  White clouds soared into the sky and flew away into the distance.

  The earth receded extremely quickly, and they were ten miles away in an instant, and there was no land under their feet, let alone any villages, only the endless flood.

   In the flood, the figures of shrimp soldiers and crabs surged continuously, and they held weapons and barked their teeth and claws. A soaring demonic aura drove the flood to rampage, and it was about to fill this place into a lake. And the people who originally lived here have disappeared in the rushing water, maybe they became the food of the water monster, or maybe they were washed away into the distance.

   "Father! Mother!!"

  Seeing this scene, the child couldn't bear it and knelt on the ground, poking his head out of the clouds and screaming hissingly. People clearly know that it is irretrievable, but they still want to use their voices to exchange for important things.

  Li Changsheng's eyes were still calm, and it was difficult to generate a trace of anger. If it was me in the past, maybe he would show anger, but not now. He needs intense emotions to get rid of the excessive forgetfulness, and use altruistic trivial matters to find his emotions and desires.

   "Immortal! Immortal! Please help my parents, they are in the water, they are in the water!"

  The child turned his head and began to kowtow to Li Changsheng again. Li Changsheng slightly lowered his head and looked down at the child without saying any comforting words, but coldly woke him up.

   "Your parents are dead."

"No"

The child shook his head and wanted to deny it, but just turned his head half way and Li Changsheng said again: "I've counted, ten deaths have no life, at least I don't have the ability to bring people back to life. The three souls and six souls of a mortal will be shattered in just a few seconds. Afterwards, it will completely fall into the River of Forgetfulness."

   "Maybe there is reincarnation in the world, but after reincarnation, they will no longer be your parents."

  Li Changsheng's words were as cold as his voice, snuffing out the ten-year-old boy's fantasy and showing him the truth without leaving any room. The child could only kneel on the ground and wipe away his tears. Li Changsheng couldn't empathize with other people's sadness.

   But Li Changsheng understood what to do now.

  He put his hand on the child's head, slightly asked the child to look up at him, and asked in a flat and cold tone: "Killing for life, can you forget your worries?"

  The child nodded dumbly, wondering if he understood Li Changsheng's words.

   "Okay, wait for the poor to kill all the demons in the river."

   Get the promise, the killing intent is strong.

  Li Changsheng raised his head slightly, swung his sleeves, all the rivers and mountains were in his heart, and the heaven, earth and avenue were in his palm.

  A green leaf fell into the fingertips and was thrown towards the endless flood. The green leaves seem to be falling, but they are actually falling into the flood like a meteor.

  The green leaves are tiny, but they are powerful.

  All the creatures in the river only felt their hearts sink, and before they could react, the unparalleled coercion instantly crushed all the monsters to the bottom of the river. That Taishang Wangqing's supreme sword intent can scare the **** out of many monsters even without substantial coercion.

  Before he died, the black dragon in the lake shouted: "Sword Immortal, spare me, I won't make trouble anymore!!"

  It's a pity that the people in the sky are not sword immortals, even if they are sword immortals, they will not stop the sword in their hands.

  White light flashes, the flood diverts, and the shrimp soldiers and crabs will be wiped out.

  Lost the support of the demon power, the flood receded at a speed visible to the naked eye. The villages submerged by the floods were bare, without any trace left.

   Li Changsheng and Li Changsheng fell from the clouds, and the 10-year-old child stopped crying when he saw this scene. I don't know whether it was because I cried my tears dry, or because I paid my life for the murder, so I forgot the sadness.

  After the half-pay, the child came back to his senses, and knelt down to Li Changsheng again, first prostrating three times and prostrating nine times to thank Li Changsheng. Then there are three kowtows and nine bows, which is to worship the teacher.

   "I beg the immortals to accept me as a disciple, I want to subdue demons."

   "I don't accept disciples, but I can teach you the method. This is Changchun Kung Fu, you should practice it first."

  Li Changsheng shook his head and refused, but he did not completely refuse. He never thought about accepting apprentices, one is because he has no inheritance, and the other is because he doesn't have the leisure to take care of his apprentices, and he doesn't want to form such a karma.

  In the practice world, the master-student relationship is equivalent to the father-son relationship.

   "I beg the immortals to accept me as a disciple."

  Even if the child got the cultivation technique of cultivating immortals, he still knelt on the ground and continued to beg. He didn't know if he could learn it, and at the same time, he wanted to find someone to rely on out of fear.

  Li Changsheng refused repeatedly, seeing that the other party was still unwilling to give up, he could only shake his head and said: "I can save you into the immortal gate, success or failure depends on you, and I am not your master."

   "By the way, what's your name?"

   "Le Xiaoqi."

   "It seems that you are the seventh eldest in your family, and you are still the youngest one in your family."

   What Li Yi said casually surprised Le Xiaoqi. He was indeed ranked seventh, and he was indeed the youngest in the family.

   "How does the immortal know?" Le Xiaoqi asked, "Can you see foresight?"

  Li Changsheng shook his head and said: "It's just that they live longer. Ordinary peasants are named, one is the surname, and the other is the ranking."

   "Immortal, do you know my birth date?"

   "I don't want to know?"

   "Does the immortal have a family? Does the immortal have any children?... Well, will the immortal get married?"

   "Had a wife and died."

   "Fairy."

"Shut up."

  (end of this chapter)

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