MTL - The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down-Chapter 199 Ordinary people are powerless, incapable of entering the Tao, today I am asking the sky with the sword of heaven

  Chapter 199 Ordinary people are powerless, incapable of entering the Tao, today I am asking the world with the sword of heaven

  Li Changsheng's power and aura leaked for a moment, and then quickly restrained. At his level of cultivation, it is impossible to control his own strength, unless he encounters something that can shake his mood.

  There has always been a saying in the world of practice, once you have been in meditation for 800 years, you will see that there are no close relatives in the world.

  This sentence describes the passage of time that monks retreat without knowing the passage of time. Eight hundred years have passed since the monks woke up from samadhi, and all their relatives and friends have died. Among them, the eight hundred years is an exaggeration, and most monks don't even have a life span of eight hundred years. It takes five hundred years to enter the golden elixir for the first time, and it will only take another 100 years to complete the golden elixir.

   Only one golden elixir out of a thousand monks, only one Nascent Soul out of 10,000 monks, and one hundred thousand monks may not necessarily produce a single god.

   There are no eight hundred years, but eighty years is the average number of monks who retreat. The monks who are retreating for the first time will meet with their family members. If the relatives are ordinary people, some people will hold a big banquet, which is called early burial.

   is to practice parting, and it is also to ask the trustor to take care of his family. Li Changsheng has seen many people's early burials, and there is very little joy and relief. Most of them are reluctant to part with the monks and strengthen their hearts.

  Ordinary people have the best stage of learning to read, monks also have a similar time. If a monk wants to hit the Golden Core Realm, the best time is before the age of a hundred, otherwise the qi and blood of the mortal fetus will inevitably decline. Even if it is just one step closer to the golden core, it can increase the chance of forming a core.

  It seems that God cut off monks from the world of mortals, either to be separated from mortals forever, or to give up the way.

  For monks, cutting off the world of mortals is like a child leaving his parents to go to kindergarten for the first time. There are often those who cry heart-piercingly, and many who give birth to demons. So there are people who have been extradited into the sect since childhood. They have no ordinary concerns, and naturally they have no mortals to cut off.

  Is that true?

  Their elders will die even if they are monks. Many monks accept apprentices when they are old. They may die even if they retreat.

  Li Changsheng didn't think he would face this situation, because all his relatives in the secular world died long before he entered Taoism. Later, the wife only met once before she died. To be honest, she was sad, but this was not an unexpected thing.

  People must be prepared, and their endurance is far beyond ordinary times.

  The two of them stepped into practice for various reasons, and eventually they both met again in the practice world.

   Now it seems that I can't escape, I can't escape, and this is also part of the practice.

  Li Changsheng's mood has never been so complicated since he entered Taoism. At this moment, his passion and six desires seem to have all returned. But it seems that he has not come back completely, at least his face is as indifferent as ever, so calm that no one can see that he has any relationship with Sword Immortal.

   In the eyes of the young Jianzong, it was just a random question. A great practitioner who had just come out of seclusion inquired about the changes in the world today, and when he heard that the Sword Immortal had died, his surprise for a moment made him let out his breath.

  This person's cultivation is at least Nascent Soul, or even Transformation God.

  Jianzong youth guessed that he only has the cultivation base of the peak foundation building now, and he cannot judge the cultivation base of the aura that shook the vision of heaven and earth just now. But it is definitely not the movement that the Golden Core stage can cause, because he killed a Golden Core stage blood demon not long ago.

  Le Xiaoqi saw that Li Changsheng hadn't spoken for a long time, so he couldn't help but tugged at the corner of his clothes, and called out, "Master Dao, Master Dao"

   Pulling Li Changsheng back to reality in such an instant, he shook his head slightly, but there was not much emotion on his face. Looking up again, he said to the young man, "Where did he die? Is there a grave?"

   "..."

  Jianzong youth remained silent, apparently not intending to speak. Regarding the matter of the ancestors in the sect, even if you know it, you can't talk nonsense.

  Li Changsheng saw through the opponent's mind at a glance, and slightly raised his fingertips with a ray of sword intent, and the sword behind the young man began to clank.

   "This... this is?!" The young man stepped back half a step, his face was full of horror, his voice was so loud that it suppressed the busy businessmen around him.

   But the weird thing is that no one noticed them. The little Taoist priests have long been accustomed to this. This is a kind of fairy magic. In the words of the Taoist leader, it is a blind spot, and people around them cannot see them.

  The young man didn't notice this scene, all his attention was focused on the man in front of him. This unknown expert actually has the aura of Taishang Wuji Sword Intent, which is the highest skill of the Sword Sect.

   Could it be that he is a senior of Jianzong? Only this is possible.

  Compared to Taishang Wuji Jianyi being stolen, he is more willing to believe that the other party is a senior of Jianzong. Because Taishang Wuji Sword Intent needs to be learned from the Heavenly Sword, the possibility of stealing it is basically eliminated.

  Being able to touch the Heavenly Sword is no different from the True Inheritance.

   "Junior Lu Changzhi, the ninety-sixth generation true biography of Jianzong, I have met seniors."

   Lu Changzhi bowed his hands, this time showing sincere respect.

  Afterwards, he stopped hiding and told everything he knew.

   "Sword Fairy didn't let anyone leave any records about her, and many of her contemporaries have died. If you want to know, you can ask the elders in the sect, and now there are difficulties in the sect, I hope the elders will help you."

   Those who know Sword Immortal now need at least Nascent Soul cultivation, otherwise they will not be able to live at all. But the Nascent Soul is rare, and Lu Changzhi only knows the power of the Nascent Soul, and many of them have not shown their faces for many years.

  Based on the current situation of Tianjianzong, there is a great need for a Nascent Soul Stage master who can master the Taishang Wuji Sword Intent. If this senior can get Heavenly Sword's approval, not to mention going back to the era of Sword Immortal, but at least it won't be as difficult as it is now.

   "Difficult?" Li Changsheng frowned, "Please tell me carefully."

"yes."

   Lu Changzhi was overjoyed, and he was even more sure that this was the senior of their Jianzong. He told everything he knew in detail, and he didn't even shy away from Jianzong's situation.

  In just a few minutes, Li Changsheng roughly understood the situation of Tianjianzong. Just like the historical cycle of a dynasty, the peak will be followed by decline.

   It's not that Jianzong has lost his inheritance or has no successors, but that their strength can no longer match the position Xue Ye gave them. Sitting in the number one position in the world, but without the power to be the best in the world.

  Because of Xue Ye's dominance, he has created too many enemies. Both Buddhism and Taoism had enmity with her. During that period, anyone who stood in the way of Xue Ye would be cut down mercilessly by the Heavenly Sword.

  Even Li Changsheng himself was the same, facing the sword light of the Heavenly Sword, he was ruthlessly chopped off in the end.

   Now that Sword Immortal is dead, Heavenly Sword Sect has naturally become the target of public criticism.

  The wall fell and everyone pushed, and Jianzong also held on to the world. If this continues, Jianzong will surely perish.

   "Senior, please return to the clan to hold the Heavenly Sword."

   Lu Changzhi bowed his head and cupped his hands again, as if he had confirmed that Li Changsheng had that ability. This kind of trust is not out of Li Changsheng, but a kind of obsession.

  Li Changsheng did not point it out, and said in a calm tone: "It is great wisdom to retreat bravely from the rapids."

   "How are the people in this world?"

  Lv Changzhi asked back, pointing at the withered and yellow-faced people around him who looked like painted skin men.

"The world is in chaos, and demons are responsible for eight points. Killing one more demon can save thousands of people. If I wait on a high mountain, I can live a long and happy life, but I can't repay the world and the people. I forgive the younger generation for disagreeing, and I don't ask for it." Do what you don't want to do."

  Le Xiaoqi blinked and said to himself: This eldest brother is an enthusiastic person, but it is a pity that he met the Taoist priest.

  After getting along for a year, Le Xiaoqi understands that although Daochang is a kind person, he will never be influenced by others. It's useless to tell the Taoist priest this kind of principle, it's better to just kowtow for help.

  Using the words of the Taoist leader, to coerce people with virtue is to be a villain.

  Although this eldest brother has not reached the point of coercing people with virtue, his words are really inappropriate.

   This might be the sword cultivator.

  Li Changsheng didn't feel angry or offended in the face of such an aggressive Lu Changzhi. He could tell the difference between a villain and an idiot. The person in front of him was a purebred swordsman.

   Thanks to someone, at least now he doesn't hate this kind of person.

   "Everything in the world is like weeds, and it has been reincarnated continuously for a long time. This is the way of heaven."

   Li Changsheng's voice is close at hand, yet far away in the sky. Calling it indifference is more like stating a fact, without too many emotions and ups and downs.

   "But I don't like the way of heaven, because Pindao is still a mortal."

   As he spoke, he stood up from the seat and left a few copper coins, and left the booth unhurriedly. Le Xiaoqi took a few mouthfuls of clear soup and hurriedly followed behind him.

  The two disappeared into the crowd like this. Lu Changzhi hesitated a few times, but finally followed.

"Let's go to the Heavenly Sword Sect." Li Changsheng said as he walked, and Le Xiaoqi, who was wielding a wooden sword, raised his head and asked, "What are you doing there? Does the Taoist priest want me to learn swords? The swordsman sounds handsome. , I used to like the young knight wielding a sword that Mr. Teahouse said the most.”

   While speaking, the little Taoist started to draw with a wooden sword, jumping up and down like this little monkey.

"It is said that a long time ago, there was a peerless devil in Yunzhou. He used the thunder swordsmanship and the light with the peerless sword, and killed all the sects with his own power. There are millions of people who died in his hands. Huge, human heads piled up like a mountain range.”

  The corner of Li Changsheng's mouth twitched indiscernibly, and the emotion called helplessness slightly dispelled the sadness.

  Many legends of ordinary people come from the world of practice, which is a fantasy of mortals about immortals. Generally created through art, its stories are completely inconsistent with the facts.

  He said: "There is no rushing thunder swordsmanship, and the peerless magic sword Hanguang only has a foundation-building sword, let alone killing millions of people."

   "Why?" Le Xiaoqi asked, and Li Changsheng didn't shy away from saying, "Because I broke Hanguang."

   At the beginning, Li Changsheng pawned the Changchun Kung Fu for this sword, and it was broken by accident, and he was so distressed that he didn't sleep for several years.

   "The Taoist priest is too powerful!" Le Xiaoqi immediately cast a look of incomparable admiration, and what he thought in his heart was naturally different from what Li Changsheng said.

"In the legend, all the gods use swords, and there is also the master of the Immortal Doctor who also uses swords. His sword is called Bu Gong. It is said that his sword skills never kill people, just like his medical skills. No one has ever died under his command. "

   "Don't kill the sword, don't attack." Lu Changzhi, who was two steps away, suddenly interjected, "Our Sword Sect has the inheritance of medical immortals, and now all the disciples of the Sword Sect use not to kill the sword as their mental method."

  The Sword of No Killing is the most peculiar sword technique that Lu Changzhi has ever seen. It has no lethality in itself, but it has a miraculous effect in suppressing the inner demons caused by killing. It can even make their swordsmanship sharper. According to the elders in the sect, it is the balance of yin and yang.

   "Daozhang, I want to join Jianzong!"

   "Jianzong is not suitable for you."

"oh."

  Le Xiaoqi's obedient attitude was completely opposite to his excited tone. He knew very well that he could ask, but he was not qualified to force it. Daoist may tolerate his willfulness, but he can't be so willful.

  Walking out of the city, Li Changsheng waved his hand slightly and a white cloud fell on his feet. He turned his head to look at the young man and said, "Are you on the way?"

  Lv Changzhi was stunned for a moment, then bowed his hands and saluted: "This junior just happens to be going back to the sect."

   "Come on."

  The three of them soared into the sky on a white cloud, and countless skinny mortals below chased after them, calling for help from the immortals. Numerous skinny and bone-covered hands reach out to the sky, and pairs of eyes cast beseeching gazes. Seeking the protection of gods in troubled times is the commonality of human beings.

   Le Xiaoqi looked at the people below, and it was inevitable that his heart could not bear it out of human empathy.

   "Does the Taoist priest really have gods to save them?"

  He had seen too many gods along the way, and many mortals without cultivation level loudly preached about a certain god, but these gods never seemed to appear.

   "There are no gods to save the world, there are only individuals who go forward and die." Li Changsheng shook his head slightly and denied, saying: "In the end, it is up to the people themselves to have enough food. All prosperity is created by the people."

   "The gods can be you or me, and people who act like gods are gods. All gods are elected by the people of later generations, and medical immortals were only alchemists in the mountains at first."

He does not mean that.

  Lv Changzhi opened his eyes slightly. There are few records about the Sword Immortal, and the Sword Immortal also said the same thing.

  【Don’t read my name, just swing your sword】

  Le Xiaoqi was still young, so he raised his head and asked without thinking about it so much, "Can Taoist priests be the gods of the world?"

   "Nothing is impossible."

  8 days later, he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and finally arrived at Tianjianzong.

  At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Sect is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, and the vegetation is withered and full of murderous aura. The killing spirit dyed the clouds on the mountain red, and the soldiers removed all the green plants in the mountain.

   Solemn, solemn, killing, death.

   This is the impression Tianjianzong gave to outsiders at this time. It is not like a leader of the righteous way who ruled the world, helped the righteous way, and brought peace for nearly 600 years. And it looks like a magic gate, all of which are demon cultivators who practice murder.

  The three of Li Changsheng walked into it, and just halfway up the mountain, the whole mountain began to shake. Unparalleled murderous aura and sword intent swept over, and countless spiritual swords rooted in Tianjian Mountain soared into the sky, floating densely above their heads.

  Thousands of sharp edges hung on their necks, Lu Changzhi and Le Xiaoqi fell into an ice cave, breathing became a luxury at this moment.

   "Li Changsheng!"

  A voice mixed with anger came from the sky, and an old Taoist priest with a thin face, white hair, and murderous eyebrows stood in the air. He held an ancient sword in his hand, and the blood-red murderous aura was almost solidified.

   "You are not dead yet."

  Li Changsheng raised his head slightly to look at the old man, and said calmly and calmly, "You are getting old, Senior Brother Xue Ye."

  He has already forgotten the name of the other party, he only remembers senior brother Jianzong and Xue Ye's senior brother. When Xue Ye was a child, the other party took care of him, so he was half a brother and sister. Senior brother Jianzong was a nagging elder brother, so he was often beaten by Xue Ye.

  The white-haired old man asked: "Since he is not dead, why did he avoid seeing him?"

   "Retreat and cultivate the Great Way of Forgetfulness."

   "Then keep retreating."

  The heavenly sword fell like a landslide, and the sword energy traversed dozens of miles in an instant, as if it wanted to cut the surrounding mountains.

  Boom!

  Thunder roared, the sword energy was cut off, only a thunder light flew up, and all the spiritual swords in the sky were turned into powder.

   Li Changsheng put his fingertips between the foreheads of the old Taoist priest, and if the other party advanced half a point, he would be completely wiped out. A scene similar to it seemed to go back hundreds of years ago.

  He has become stronger, and he may have become a god.

   "Are you in the realm of the gods?"

  Li Changsheng didn't answer, but asked indifferently: "Where's Xue Ye?"

   Facing this question, the old Taoist priest was silent for a while, and said: "Dead, sitting in an ordinary wonton shop fifty years ago."

   ".Why? Isn't she Xiu Taishang Wangqing?"

"Her state of mind is broken. After the enemies in the world have been wiped out, she can no longer forget her feelings. The world thinks she is dead, but she has been looking for you. She has thrown away the Heavenly Sword day after day and year after year. I have I tried to persuade her again, but my junior sister is a bull-tempered person. No one can bring back what I have decided."

  The old Taoist took a deep look at Li Changsheng, and only then did he realize that something was wrong with him.

   "Are you so overwhelmed that you've lost your love?"

  Li Changsheng didn't answer, but everything is self-evident, neither of them finally cultivated into Taishang Wangqing.

The old Taoist lost his anger at this time, and sighed silently: "Fate is fooling people, if you came out fifty years earlier, I am afraid that my junior sister would not have died at only a thousand years old. Her grave is in the back mountain. Go yourself, alas."

   After finishing speaking, the old Taoist bent over and flew back to the main hall on the top of the mountain. And Li Changsheng stood there for a long time, then flew unsteadily into the back mountain, and found a lonely grave without characters on the hillside.

  Under the loess, a lifelike woman was lying in the coffin. She seemed to be just asleep.

  Li Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, his eyes piercing the loess, his indifferent expression gradually softened, and his voice no longer seemed so stiff and cold.

   "Xue Ye, I failed. I also failed to cultivate the Dao of Wangqing, so I wanted to come out and meet you again."

   "Now the world is in chaos, and the peace you created is gone. But it doesn't matter, if no one holds the blue sky with one hand, I will go, just like you did back then."

  Li Changsheng raised his hand slightly and the Heavenly Sword flew into his palm from a distance. His fingertips slid across the cold blade.

  When I thought about it, I became murderous.

   "Ordinary people are powerless, and they are incompetent when entering the Tao. Now I am the sword master of the Heavenly Sword, and I ask if there is any opponent in the world?"

  (end of this chapter)