MTL - The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down-Chapter 216 When spring comes, if I don't speak first, which insect dares to make a sound?
Chapter 216 Spring Comes If I Don’t Speak First, Who Would Dare to Speak?
There was a dead silence in the Lingtai.
The only remaining souls besides the original owner Tang Yuan, are the souls of 13 disciples of the Sword Sect, He Kun, and three half-step masters of the Daoist sect.
Taoist Cangsong, Venerable Puzhang, Immortal Xihua.
The three of them used to fight with Li Changsheng for 23 days with the power of heaven and earth. It can be said that it was one of the few battles that made Li Changsheng feel strenuous. In terms of danger, it was certainly not as dangerous as during the period of the Demon Dao, but it was the most persistent and intense battle.
In the years after this battle, Li Changsheng never encountered a battle that allowed him to fight for so long. It only took less than half an hour to level Wanfo Mountain, and Moyuan cleaned up the garbage unilaterally.
Times have changed, and the opponent who was barely equal to him in the past is now no more than Li Changsheng. Such a big change made everyone's spirits almost freeze. It's not being confident, it's unbelievable, and it's more about the unknown of Li Changsheng's strength.
"Brother Li Li, you are too powerful, you won't really become a fairy, will you?"
He Kun was the first to come to his senses. He had the closest relationship with Li Changsheng. Although the two have only been on the same road for more than 40 years, there are some things that time cannot compare with.
He understands that Li Changsheng is extremely talented, and he firmly believes that Li Changsheng can go very far, even comparable to the founder of Tianjianzong, Tianjian Daoist. But I didn't expect it to be so strong, it is not too much to say that I have become a fairy.
The sentence of becoming a fairy aroused everyone's curiosity, allowing them to recover from the shock and fear for a short time.
Li Yi shook his head slightly and said: "You are not detached from the five elements, but you are still standing between heaven and earth, you are a mortal."
People in the world have different definitions of becoming an immortal. Some people think that a golden core with a lifespan of five hundred is an immortal, and some people think that an immortal who moves mountains and fills the sea is an immortal. And Li Changsheng didn't know what a fairy was like, at least in his imagination, a fairy should be detached.
Not among the five elements, beyond the heaven and the earth, it will survive through thousands of kalpas.
But he still can't reach this point, he can't even achieve immortality in the true sense.
"speak English."
"I can hit you a thousand times."
“.”
He Kun's face suddenly darkened.
Before, he asked the opponent how strong was he? The other party's answer was like the Taoist priests in the Shangqing Palace who never spoke human words, and said one set of words, too ink and not direct enough. It's not like his Tianjianzong said that only a few can be beaten, and then this trick was learned by Li Changsheng.
He remembered what Li Changsheng said at the time: I can hit you 20 times.
He Kun is not an ordinary Nascent Soul, but a Nascent Soul peak sword cultivator with unparalleled fighting skills. None of the few people present at the scene who were half-steps into gods was his opponent in a one-on-one match. And Li Changsheng also said that non-wheel fighting is an unlimited fighting method, which means that various sword formations can be formed.
At the time he said he didn’t believe it, and he doesn’t believe it now either.
Hit him up to a hundred times
Li Yi chatted a few words to soothe the unfamiliarity that he hadn't seen for many years, and then turned his attention to people other than Jianzong. Taoist Cangsong, Venerable Puzhang and Immortal Xihua, one of the three main promoters of the troubled times.
It’s not all because of the three of them. Troubled times are the general trend. If they don’t do it, someone will definitely do it. Jianzong ruled the world but did not have the strength to match it, so it was inevitable to be challenged.
But this does not mean that they have no faults, it is just the results of previous lives, and whether to repay or not repay depends entirely on his preference.
The expressions of the three of them froze, and then they bowed their hands together and said, "Xiaodao (little monk, little girl), I have seen living immortals."
They are respectful, even humble, all of which are changes brought about by strength. When a person sits on an equal footing with him, he will feel sympathy for each other, a strong one will admire him, and a strong three will respect him.
But Li Changsheng and the others couldn't see each other's morality, and they also saw the shocking scene just now. The soul is the most primitive state of a monk, and they have already caught a glimpse of that piercing figure.
Not to be an enemy, not to be a powerful enemy.
Although they fought side by side with the Jianzong people just now, it was out of self-preservation to say how much affection they have. It's just that it's obviously better to be a righteous person in today's world than to be in complete company with demons.
No one is purely good and evil, most people only choose different ways of living to make themselves comfortable.
It is also very strange to say, for them reincarnation is just opening and closing eyes. In this short breath, the opponent was so strong that it was enough to make them bend over and bow their heads.
In the world of practice, the jungle of the jungle preys on the strong, and those who achieve it come first.
If you don't have any friendship with the other party, you must show the respect you deserve, instead of trying to save face. There is such a saying in common customs, you can be a man if you can bend and stretch.
After all, they are just mortals on the road of cultivation, not real immortals.
Li Yi looked down at them, and the invisible oppressive feeling without words made the three of them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.
They also know that their life and death are only in the other party's thought, but what kind of posture can they use to seek a chance for themselves?
Begging for mercy, repenting what I did in my previous life?
Hold your head high and keep your last integrity?
Countless thoughts were skipped in an instant, dignity and life were put on both sides. Choosing dignity does not necessarily mean death, choosing life has a higher survival rate.
"Amitabha." Puzhang uttered a dharma name in a low voice, "The poor monk is ashamed of the Buddha. If he wants to kill the poor monk, he dare not complain."
The remaining two people looked at each other, the hesitation disappeared, and each of them made a decision about their own lives.
"The opportunity for the first opening of the world is great, but I have already retreated half a step in my previous life. If I retreat further, the road will be hopeless." Taoist Cangsong rolled up his sleeves slightly, held the sword in his right hand and folded his hands together.
He obviously didn't intend to sit still.
"Old way Cangsong, please enlighten me."
"Dare to ask the immortals, how can we make up for the crime of causing harm to the world?" Fairy Xihua showed a pale smile. She still has a lot of nostalgia for this world, and integrity may not be important.
“I am willing to do whatever I can.”
Li Yi didn't answer, he was indeed considering whether to erase these three people, so as not to cause trouble in the future.
There is such an unwritten rule in the world of practice, that one must kill the root of the enemy. Otherwise, it will cause a series of troubles in the future, many of whom have been in the east for thirty years and thirty years in the west of the river.
But he considered that he didn't need to care about the state of these three people. Death or life was not up to their choice, but Li Yi's choice. Li Yi's judgment will not be affected by their high morals or kneeling in prayer, because these things are not as good as his preferences.
Since it doesn't even matter what their attitude is, why bother with the rules.
It is useless for me to cut the grass and root out the roots. Rules have always been used to trap mediocre people.
Li Changsheng waved his hand, and a gust of fresh wind came out from the palm of his hand. The wind was blue and white, which could refresh the soul.
Shangqing Gong's supernatural power Qingfeng Palm, refined to the stage of transformation, no longer sticks to the body or the soul.
Facing this palm, the three behaved differently. Venerable Puzhang and Fairy Xihua closed their eyes as if resigned to their fate. There is fear on the face, but more relief.
If they were allowed to live in the outside world for a period of time, the reaction might be greater, but the two had just woken up, and to them it was just another death.
Taoist Cangsong stared wide-eyed, and clenched the magical sword transformed from the soul with both hands. Wisps of flames appeared on his body, his soul was burning, endless power surged up, and a sword swung out, shining half of the altar.
boom!
There was a slight and crisp sound, and the fragments of the magic sword transformed by the soul were scattered in the air, and they were like confetti dust in front of the breeze.
It turns out that there is already such a gap between you and me.
The world turned upside down for a while, and the expected death of the three did not come, but they were directly kicked out of the altar and appeared in the bright detention room.
They saw people in strange costumes. From the little memory they got, they knew that they were modern costumes.
Seeing them, Qingxuan froze for a moment, then waved his sleeves and put the three of them into his sleeves. And they subconsciously want to resist, but how can they defeat Huashen whose strength has recovered to the peak of Jindan.
In the Lingtai, everything finally became quiet.
As the original owner, Tang Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, and then fell to the ground in a coma. A coma in the form of spiritual consciousness is a fatal injury.
Li Yi sent a ray of spiritual energy to the other party to protect the true spirit. He Kun next to him twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "You are still as arrogant as ever, and you don't pay attention to others at all."
The evaluation of Li Changsheng in today's world is nothing more than neither fighting nor grabbing, peaceful temperament, noble morals, etc. These evaluations are indeed not blown out, but only in terms of character, the world has misunderstood it.
He Kun commented on Li Changsheng in this way: To be extremely proud is to be indisputable.
"Didn't I spare their lives?"
"That's what you say, but your attitude is better than before. It doesn't matter what attitude you have, and you are not a lifesaver. You can kill them."
He Kun didn't intend to get too entangled in this matter, he pointed to the slightly illusory afterimages behind him.
"According to the memories of a little girl surnamed Xu, the rigid condition for reincarnation is the Nascent Soul, and there are only a very small number of Golden Cores. And these disciples have the foundation and the Golden Cores but they don't have the Nascent Soul, and their souls have long been corrupted by Juejian. I can remain normal, I guess it should be because you gave me many genius treasures before your death."
Li Yi looked at those remnant souls. The pale red souls revealed a strong murderous aura, and there was almost only a vague outline. The strange thing is that compared with the soul body, the broken sword in their hands is clearer and more tangible.
Absolute sword, practice kung fu with killing, kill with life.
This sword technique is to squeeze people in all aspects, whether it is the body or the soul. Just like fireworks, wielding the most extreme swordsmanship in the most extreme way.
"Three souls and six souls are damaged, and the true spirit is covered with dust, looking like a ghost." Li Yi gave the most pertinent evaluation after just a few glances.
According to common sense, they are hopeless, and they are "corpses".
"That's right."
He Kun sighed slightly.
"I have a way to bring them back to life for a short time. It's called Jianxindu, also known as Casting Sword Spirit. I can temporarily restore their sanity in the form of sword spirit and let them see the world. It's not a waste of reincarnation. .”
Jianxindu was created by a swordsmith of Jianzong 5,000 years ago. It can turn a person with a sword heart into a spiritual sword. In the beginning, it was the master swordsmith who sacrificed his own method to forge a peerless spiritual sword, but later someone used his disciples to forge swords, and only the sword masters of the past knew the quality of the sword.
He Kun naturally didn't want to use these disciples to forge swords, and their state didn't meet that standard. He just let them see the world in the form of sword spirits. Although it is no longer the practice world, the peace here is unprecedented.
Li Yi lowered his eyelids slightly, and his deep eyes were shining with divine light. He nodded and said in a flat tone: "Okay."
"Are you going to cast it or am I?"
"I come."
The remnant soul of the sword sect disciple stood there in a muddy state, without any reaction to the outside world. Although there were only vague outlines, Li Yi could call out the names of each of them, because he buried them all.
"Yu Wu'an."
Li Yi's voice was slightly raised, and his words followed the law, and his voice fell like thunder. Although he didn't learn sword heart speed on purpose, his Taoism is enough to push him to the realm of transformation, not to mention that he has also been a sword master.
One of the remnants trembled visibly, and then a resolute face gradually appeared, with a gleam of clarity in his eyes.
He Kun said in a low voice: "Brother Li, you don't need so much mana, just recover your mind, or you won't be able to hold on later."
"Since you want to see it, why don't you step into the world of mortals and take a walk. Elder He, I have a supernatural power called Yangshen, which can make the soul feel like a living person."
Li Yi couldn't see sadness or joy in his expression, but the seriousness in his eyes let He Kun know that he was not joking, and he couldn't help admonishing him: "Why are you still as stubborn as you were back then, they are already dead. You may drag yourself into the water like this, The soul is the root, and it cannot be moved at will."
"Elder He, do you know why they call me a fairy?"
The sudden question made He Kun stunned for a moment, but before he could answer, an aura that was countless times stronger than before erupted from the Taoist in front of him, which could not be described in words or touched by eyes.
It's like a bright sun that cannot be directly looked at and is irresistible, and it is like a bright moon in the sky that is cold and untouchable.
Clearly close at hand, but his back is still far away than thousands of miles away. Even if it's just the back view, it's covered by the dazzling light, making it difficult to see.
It took only a moment to crush the Lingtai here, but within a short breath, Li Yi protected the Lingtai again.
There is a kind of power called doing what I want.
What he does not want will never happen, but he has the ability to make it happen.
"Yu Nannan, Qiu Yelong, Shao Shiyan, Zhong Shaowu, Zhong Shaoen, Zhong Shaobing, and Kang Yuhong were ordered to accept the seal."
The heroic soul with the broken sword knelt down on one knee, his head drooping slightly, and he followed his instinct and said in unison:
"My lord, who will be beheaded?"
"Chop over."
Li Yi bent down slightly to help them up from the ground, with his hands folded together, they were covered with scars like saws, and none of them were good skin.
This pair of hands wants to fully integrate the hilt into the flesh and blood. It has conquered demons, slaughtered demons, killed countless people and saved the world from fire and water.
Now it is just a piece of rotten meat, a broken sword with no value in the world.
Because it has fulfilled its mission, it is no longer and does not want to be valuable.
The dull expressions of all the swordsmen revealed some doubts, and they asked in a voice as if cut by a knife: "Is the world peaceful?"
"When spring comes, if I don't speak first, which insect dares to make a sound?"
Li Yi's voice didn't have too many ups and downs like it did back then, but this time it was not indifferent, but a straightforward statement of a certain fact.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the water flows downhill.
He is no longer Li Changsheng, the life-killing sword master, nor Li Changsheng, the living immortal. He is Li Yi, a Li Yi who can overwhelm the world and lead the world alone.
"I think the world is peaceful."
Li Yi paused and grinned, and said, "It should be peaceful."
Yesterday’s draft arrived this morning. I want to be immortal
(end of this chapter)
