The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 455

Chapter 455: How to evaluate the appearance of immortals

My real name is Lu Erbao. I was born into an ordinary family without favorable family conditions. My parents are neither officials nor businessmen, but just ordinary farmers.

 Farming, herding cattle, cutting grass, doing corvee labor...living a life with an end in sight, spending every day in sweat and under the scorching sun. Life was a little bit harder, but in the end I was not hungry.

I heard from my father that this was all due to an outsider immortal. I asked what the immortal looked like, but my father couldn't answer. He just pointed to the tablet that had been kept in the hall.

On the pink wooden sign, there is the character "李" written on it.

"The immortal's surname is Li. As for what he looks like, it's not something we with mud-legs can know. I think the immortal must be very good-looking, even prettier than the girl in the flower house."

My father described it like this. Then I asked many people, but no one could answer what an immortal looks like.

 But every household has an immortal tablet of the immortal to pray for the immortal's happiness and longevity.

 When I was six years old, it was because my father saved a landowner who fell into the water. By chance, I went to the landlord's house to be his young son's school boy, so I learned how to read and read.

Later I heard that in two years there will be a deity coming to earth to recruit disciples. There was a deity in our village decades ago, who is now the landlord's family. It is because of this **** that they became landlords.

 Two years later, before the gods came, the flood came.

I was only eight years old that year. I saw the floods inundating the fields, destroying the houses, and even the county town that I had to look up to in the past was submerged in the floods.

　　A **** descended to earth, and every household was notified by the government, and countless people fled with their families and families.

I heard that I am going to a place called Tianzhou. It is very high and will not be flooded, but it is also far away and may take a long time to walk.

 At that time I didn't know that this journey would last ten years.

The landlord's family has plummeted, and he has become a refugee like me, even the officials who used to have to kneel down and worship are like this.

 Because the immortal does not know his origin, everyone is the same to him.

To be honest, I felt a despicable pleasure when I saw that the little son of a landlord who once sat on me was as dirty as me. But this pleasure was soon overtaken by the suffering of migration. After running for their lives day after day, everyone's shoes were all damaged within half a year of fleeing, and the soles of their feet were covered with thick calluses.

 All the weak, old, and sick people died within a year.

Although there is a rest period along the way, it usually doesn't last long because there are still people coming from behind and they have to leave to make room for others. The same next stopping point will also make room for them, and so on until they reach the legendary Tianzhou.

 My mother also died, and my father died of exhaustion after carrying me for hundreds of miles because I had a fever.

I have recovered from my illness and continue walking. The road ahead seems to be endless.

The mountains going to Tianzhou are so high that you can barely see them when you look up, and the road is blocked by the mountains. At the last stopping point, millions of people were huddled together, and even a few people stayed in various temporary houses. There is no place.

 I have a chance to breathe. People tend to think wildly once they are free.

 How long do you want to escape?

I heard that the flood has stopped, why are you still trying to escape?

 Did the immortal lie to me?

 Doubts are surging. This is not just my opinion, but also the people around me. They were bolder than me, ranging from hushed discussions to loud shouting, from disbelief to anger.

 From a saint to a common thief in the world, it only took seven days.

 My emotions were also aroused and I started shouting: "It's all the fault of the immortals, they are all liars!"

The gods all remained silent about this, just sitting in the clouds and watching the farce below.

I can tell from the expressions of the gods that they are also impatient. Everyone is holding on to the last life-saving straw, and this straw is about to burst.

 Suddenly there was a sudden earthquake and I fell to the ground, as did everyone else.

Then a flash of bright light came towards us, the mountains slowly rose, the sun shone through the cracks, and the whole mountain was lifted high.

 This is the first time I have seen an immortal.

 “I am as mean as a beast in a pigsty.”

“…If you have food, you lie down in your nest, but if you don't have food, your dog will bark. You are really an animal.”

Feixing Zhenren spit out the language of the spiritual world, and the tone is closer to the oblique tone of ancient languages, while the modern tone is flat.

At the same time, there are 24 pronunciations in the language of the human race in the spiritual world, of which only four are used daily, so it is not difficult to learn. The remaining 20 tones are crucial because they are the derivation of spiritual language.

It may be just a subtle difference in tone, but the meaning expressed in the spiritual scriptures will be completely opposite.

This is a derivative product of human monks who have tried their best to integrate their practice into their own language and culture for thousands of years to better pass it on to future generations. The modern equivalent of the formula, the period of elements, is cumbersome but extremely necessary.

 At present, the main research directions of language researchers in China are almost all languages ​​​​of the spiritual world.

 The nurse responsible for taking care of him obviously didn't understand and just regarded it as nonsense.

 “The patient is awake!”

 The nurse walked out in a hurry.

Master Feixing opened his eyes, stood up and sat on the hospital bed, looking at everything around him, with confusion still remaining in his eyes.

 Then his head started to hurt again. This was some of the sequelae caused by his wandering mind, and it was only the mildest sequelae.

 He looked at himself and realized that if he could not quickly refine the remaining medicinal properties, he would most likely damage his roots.

And this body is too weak.

Feixing Zhenren frowned, looking at his skin-like body, looking inward again and again.

 The body is weak, the flesh and blood are sluggish, and the meridians are blocked.

This body will not last a few years without rehabilitation and exercise.

 Where is this place? Why is the spiritual energy so thin, and the laws of heaven and earth are like fields that have been cracked by the sun?

Master Feixing's confusion faded, and he looked at everything around him with vigilant eyes. At this moment, he remained calm and did not act suspiciously.

Suddenly the door opened, and several mortals in white coats swarmed in. They groped his body and placed a cold iron block on his heart.

　　　“Presumptuous!”

Feixing Zhenren almost jumped up, but his body really didn't have the strength. At the same time, he did not dare to use his spiritual thoughts. At this moment, his spiritual soul was worse than his body, like an inflated balloon.

 Maybe it will break with just a little force.

 Fortunately, Master Feixing did not feel any malice from these mortals, and his hair-like expression gradually calmed down.

 And his reaction as if he was under stress also made the doctor take a few steps back. It's not that I was scared, but I didn't want to stimulate the patient's mental state.

 The doctor is observing Feixing Zhenren, and he is also observing the other person. From their dress, to their behavioral habits, and even their pronunciation.

 Small footsteps came from outside the door, and a breath that was different from ordinary people came with it.

 Mana, cultivation in the golden elixir period.

Zhenren Feixing looked up at the door. He saw a man wearing a bright yellow robe, with a thin face, yellowish skin and a high forehead.

With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the open door a few times, saying: "Fellow Taoist, it seems you are awake."

"You guys go out first, you have nothing to do here."

 The last sentence is for doctors.

Hearing this, everyone put down what they were doing and walked out quickly.

 This is a sanatorium specially set up by the company, and its staff naturally come into contact with monks frequently. In their perception, those who wear retro clothes are very powerful, and the director of the nursing home has to bow his head when he sees them.

It's the big shots who come here to get medical services. When they meet these fairy-like people, they have to be nice.

 Those who know more about the company will recognize the titles of these people.

 Company consultant, a powerful practitioner.

 Zhenren Feixing remained silent.

The alchemy master felt a slight chill, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

 This person's cultivation seems to be higher than I imagined.

 Not a god, but at least at the level of the Eight Jue.

“Fellow Taoist, we are not enemies.”

 “Maybe an enemy.”

Zhenren Feixing spoke slowly. There was no hostility in his body, and there was no murderous intent in his eyes, but for some reason, there was something colder than murderous intent permeating his body.

The alchemy master came from Qin. He had participated in the war, and the opponent's state was like a highly nervous soldier in the war.

 Everything can be a target, regardless of hostility or murderous intent, regardless of reason. As long as you think you are threatened, you will take the most violent attack.

 “Perhaps you should give me a chance to explain.”

 He stopped and did not get closer.

 Who knows what kind of environment this kind of reincarnation was in during his lifetime, would he suspect that he was under an illusion? Do you really think of yourself as your enemy?

 As a monk myself, I understand their urinary nature very well. Once you are sure you are in danger, you may even use your life-threatening tactics.

"Aren't you curious about where you are? Let me declare in advance that this is not an illusion, and you are not in an illusion, nor are you in danger."

"On the contrary, you are very lucky, and you happened to be reincarnated just after the immortal was born. If it had been seven or eight years ago, someone might have killed you before you recovered."

The alchemy master's words couldn't help but contain a hint of envy.

 Alchemists like him are not aggressive themselves, and prefer a peaceful and safe environment. But contrary to expectations, the period after his reincarnation was the most intense years of conflict between the government and the monks.

Had I not treated a few mortal figures, I might have died in that turmoil.

  Reincarnation? Immortal!

Zhenren Feixing caught the key information almost instantly, and a majestic figure immediately appeared in his mind.

 “Immortal? Who is this immortal?”

 “It's no need to ask, aren't you from the Immortal Era?”

The alchemy master's expression suddenly became more vigilant. Originally, he regarded the other party as one of his own. If he was not from the Immortal Era, he would be an outsider.

This is not because he has a strong xenophobia, but because he was really scared in the early years. People who are not from the Immortal Era are like meeting anti-social people in modern society. They all do things without any bottom line.

 He is not a saint, but he will definitely not get along with those cannibals.

 “What is the name of the immortal?”

 Zhenren Feixing asked quickly, no longer having the previous indifferent attitude.

“Is his surname Li and his given name Changsheng? He is very handsome and his manners are so majestic that he can make heaven and earth bow to his knees?”

"Um?"

The alchemy master's expression softened at first when he heard the other party calling out his name, but the subsequent description made him a little confused.

 He has met the Immortal. He was also present when he attacked the Dragon Palace.

That is called a person who is extremely simple, not to mention dignified in manners, and even walks without any wind.

 As for appearance, he doesn't care much, but he can still distinguish between beauty and ugliness. The Immortal's facial features are correct and definitely neither ugly nor good-looking.

The alchemy master took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album and put it in front of Feixing Zhenren. What caught his eye was an ordinary young man wearing a white T-shirt and slacks, holding a red plastic bag in his hand, standing on the ridge of a rural field.

 “Is this an immortal?”

This is a photo taken by Zhao Si and used to upload it to the company database, which is the monk's record. Originally, I wanted to take the photo in a taller way, but when I thought about the other person's daily style, it was too tall for others to recognize. What should I do?

Li Yi is generally recognized as ordinary, except for a few extremely fanatical Xianchui. They believe that most people in China are well-groomed and graceful, because immortals are similar to ordinary people.

  Getting back to the subject, all monks need to be registered for management, and Li Yi is for the high-level officials to see, so that they can keep their eyes open in the future and not to offend others.

Alchemy masters naturally belong to the top management of the company. They are at the golden elixir stage and have good practice at the Nascent Soul stage. They are also the mainstay in this environment today.

"no."

Master Feixing shook his head without hesitation, and then with a hint of honesty on his face, he commented: "I think this guy is ordinary, how can he be an immortal?"

The master of alchemy came across another photo. The giant city covering the sky and the earth stood in the sky. A figure held the giant city high and stood against the sky.

 The photo taken from bottom to top shows the grandeur of Fengdu City and the power of individuals.

  It is simply the ultimate display of individual power.

 In modern terms: there is a kind of intensity of beauty.

 This photo was taken some time ago and is now widely circulated on the Internet and has become a new generation screensaver for many people.

"what about this?"

“Although I can't see his face clearly, I guess he is an immortal.”

 Zhenren Feixing nodded repeatedly.

 Only immortals in the world have such great power.

 “Can't see the face clearly? Let me look for it.”

The alchemy master rummaged through his mobile phone again. In fact, he had thousands of pictures of immortals, but there were very few of them whose faces could be seen clearly.

That person is both low-key and high-profile. He is usually very low-key and never ends, but once something happens, everything turns upside down.

 Finally he found a photo that met the requirements.

That was taken at the estuary of the Yangtze River, which is also the entrance to the Dragon Palace today. He was also present at the time.

The ordinary young man stood on the river, with the golden giant standing behind him. The former is breathless, while the latter is like a god, silent and moving.

"what about this?"

Master Feixing looked thoughtful and looked at it for a long time.

 The appearance is completely different, the temperament is similar, but the difference is very big. If I had to say it, it was more humane and less domineering.

 Suddenly, he noticed the golden giant.

 What is the Dharma for soldiers who live forever?

　　That should be correct.

Master Feixing slapped his thigh and praised: "It's really a natural appearance! It can be said to be unparalleled in this world."

The alchemy master twitched his lips. He remembered that someone said a few minutes ago, "This guy is just ordinary."

 The misunderstanding was resolved, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed a lot.

  The alchemy master began to explain the situation to the other party, reincarnation, modern times, countless strong men from ancient times to the present gathered together in one era, etc.

 After hearing this, Master Feixing did not show any excitement or fear. Even after hearing Wu Xiang, he was able to respond calmly.

This made him a little curious.

“Fellow Taoist, it seems that your mood has not been shaken by such a contentious world.”

 The reincarnation who has just arrived is either excited or frightened. In the beginning, most of them were the former, and they basically needed to be beaten to wake up.

 In his opinion, Feixing Zhenren undoubtedly belongs to the former group.

Master Feixing's unquestionable answer: “The truly terrifying thing is always the invisible. I have no way of transforming into a god, nor do I know the power of the Holy King, nor do I know the majesty of the formless.”

 “But I am a human race, a man who conquers the sky.”

 But Feixing Zhenren is not arrogant, let alone arrogant. It's just that the enemies in his previous life were more terrifying than his current ones.

 It is the measure of calamity, the way of heaven.

"ah?"

The alchemy master's mouth was slightly open, his eyes were a little dull, and then his eyes became a little more apologetic.

I took too many medicines and became hysterical.

How can the way of heaven be cut down, and how can it be cut down by men?

 To put it ten thousand steps back, everyone is part of the way of heaven. When someone can reach the point of defeating the sky, then the way of heaven is only stronger than him.

If you break away from the way of heaven, then the so-called cultivation will disappear.

 (End of this chapter)

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