MTL - The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down-Chapter 258 Flying to Luoshui

  Chapter 258 Flying to Luoshui

  The two walked another hundred miles, and encountered more and more remains, so they had no choice but to retreat.

  Li Changsheng himself will definitely be able to break through again, but he doesn't know how far he has to go. One goes up and down, maybe you will be consumed to death, and the strength of the enemy will become stronger as you go forward.

  At the beginning, he was able to kill him with a single sword, and some ghosts behind him were able to fight him with more than a dozen moves, and they didn't even lose the wind. Li Changsheng was deeply aware of his own inadequacy, and he could not fully display his powerful magic power.

  He needs more supernatural powers and spells, thunder and sword skills alone are not enough. But it will take a long time to create it yourself, and it will take time to catch up with the supernatural powers of those great sects.

   Just like his Lei Fa, it took nearly 2,000 years to surpass the authentic Wu Lei Zheng Fa. Maybe when I return to Kyushu in the future, I can learn from the magical powers of those sects.

  Li Changsheng took the old man Luo Mofei back while thinking, and it took three months to go back and forth. When they returned to the island of the old man, most of the people who had been called had already dispersed, and a small number of people did not leave.

  They may ask Li Changsheng, or want to ask about the practice world.

  Li Changsheng felt that these people did not live as freely as those monks in Kyushu. Even if they could live tens of thousands of years, what belonged to them was only a hundred years.

  Why bother?

   "Senior, this is what I have seen and heard about Wang Chuan, please accept it."

   Luo Mo respectfully offered a bone slip with both hands, and the corner of his eye kept drifting towards the half-rotten Fire Cloud Bird, the meaning was self-evident.

   "Reciprocity, this is for you."

   After Li Changsheng took the bone slip, he handed the Fire Cloud Bird to the other party. This thing is considered a treasure, but it has no effect on him.

  Luo Mo took the palm-sized Fire Cloud Bird, bowed his hands over and over to express his thanks, and left in a hurry.

  The island of the old man became the place where Li Changsheng went back and forth to rest on his way of looking for reincarnation. He broke through the jedi, recuperated his injuries, and continued to break through the next jedi. Over and over again, more and more remains are piled up here.

  Li Changsheng used most of it to exchange exercises or information with other communicable existences in Wangchuan, and the rest was used as rent and agency fees for the old man. Gradually, the island of immortals has become a rarely lively place in the River of Forgetfulness, and from time to time, old immortals crawling out of nowhere come to visit.

  The bone slips given by Mo Luo described Wangchuan in this way: ordinary people have forgotten the river for ten miles for a thousand years, and a generation of heroes has only a single bone.

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  Modern, Luoshui.

   "How does that Luo Mo know so much?" Qiong Yu asked suspiciously.

  From the final bone slip, we can see a lot of information, almost explaining the law and remains of the entire Wangchuan. For ordinary people, Wangchuan ten li for thousands of years is obviously the law of Wangchuan's growth, and three thousand miles is the distance to Huangquan.

  The remaining 3,000 heroes are not 3,000 ancient sages, but at least 3,000 great practitioners. This is like an alternative reincarnation, the long years have accumulated a large number of strong remains.

"He said that he only wakes up once in a thousand years. Does someone rush to send him information every time he wakes up? It doesn't mean that the longer I live, the more I know. You see, I have lived for eight or nine thousand years. Every day Hanging around on the mountain, eating two tributes and laughing."

   "I don't need to show off when I live in such a miserable life."

   Li Yi tapped her head with his fingertips, Qiong Yu leaned back, and quickly reached out to grab Li Yi's hair.

"His real name is Mo Luo, and there is indeed a problem with him. The main body is the ancestor of the demons. He wants to use my hands to live a second life, such as seizing me. Maybe he is squatting in the underworld and waiting to come out, or he may have already been reincarnated .”

  The old man said: "It caused you a lot of trouble at the beginning, this kind of existence is the most troublesome, it is best to deal with it as soon as possible."

  The ancestor of the demons, who specializes in playing with illusions to arouse people's demons. There was a time when no old man suspected that Li Changsheng had been controlled by a demon, and the closer he was to the underworld, the more insane he became.

   He would not believe that no one was behind the scenes. In the end, Li Changsheng was so superior that he was not controlled by the other party at all. Walking to the end of the river of forgetfulness, he turned around and shot Mo Luo to death.

   "O Mara."

  Li Yi slightly pulled the thread of communication with Huang Quan, and said casually: "There is nothing to be afraid of."

  People who play with illusions and demons are the least interesting opponents for Li Yi, or they are not even considered opponents. A strong man like the Heavenly Corpse Demon can still receive a slap on himself, but Mo Luo doesn't even want to slap him now.

  This kind of contempt gradually increases with the progression of life span, and no one can influence his Dao Heart.

  The biggest difference between Li Changsheng and Li Yi is heart, not strength.

  At this time, a supermarket plastic bag fell from above, containing a bag of bread, and then a figure climbed down through the ladder next to the bridge.

   This person is a homeless man who has been away for a long time.

   The old man hid his body early, obviously not wanting to contact mortals. This is not exclusion, but I just don't want to have redundant communication.

   Seeing that Li Yi was still there, the tramp took out a piece of bread from the plastic bag and threw it over.

   "Brother, don't feel embarrassed to invite you. The temporary food is 50 cents each. As the saying goes, it is a great pleasure to have friends from afar. Although this is not mine, I must do my best to be a landlord."

   "Thanks." Li Yi didn't refuse either, just as he hadn't eaten all day.

  The old man with a hidden figure next to him widened his eyes slightly, and a trace of jealousy rose in his heart. He exchanged the bread of 30 cents for the immortal to say thank you.

   This may not be considered a favor, but at least it is a one-sided relationship.

  The homeless man's superficial cultivation obviously couldn't see the old man. He took out a stainless steel cup on his own, and leaned over to scoop up water from the river and drank it steadily.

  Li Yidao: "Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

"What are you afraid of?" The homeless man wiped his mouth, pointed to the river and said, "The twelve cities in the two provinces of Luoshui depend on it to eat and drink. How many people will lose their heads."

   "As for minor ailments, just bear it. But I don't recommend you to drink unboiled water like me, after all, you must not have such a good physique as me."

   While speaking, he sat back on his mat, took off his clean clothes, and packed them in plastic bags. Then he put on the rags again, and chatted with Li Yi while eating the impending bread.

   "Brother, where are you from?"

   "Zhoudi, from Qingzhou."

   "People from Zhou who came to Qin are usually recruited by talents." The homeless man looked at Li Yi in surprise, "Why did you end up at the bottom of the bridge?"

   Li Yi did not answer, but asked instead: "You have hands and feet, so you squat here. Even if the economic level of Qin is not high, the minimum wage is 40 yuan per hour, and you can do odd jobs casually so you won't be homeless."

   "Hehe, that is now. It was very dark 10 years ago. We have a very strict set of laws, and a set of less strict enforcement."

  The homeless man took out a pack of crumpled soft packs of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Li Yi. The other party shook his head, so he lit one for himself, and began to puff.

  "Qin Law has been known for its strictness since ancient times, but no one knows that it is strict with the people and lenient with the officials. It is also the same in wars. If you pull the map above, tens of thousands of people will go to the battlefield with a stroke of a pen."

"It is said every day that the old Qin people were warlike. If they can live a normal life, who will fight with them. If we win, we have no share. If we lose, our relatives will die. Five generations of my family have been in the army and died in battle. Look, I don't Also wandering."

  But the old man's eyelids twitched slightly, and the kid spoke so freely, that the official might be so frightened that his soul would fly when he heard it.

   Now it is equivalent to offering sacrifices to heaven in ancient times and reporting work to God. No, it should be more victorious, it's just straight to heaven.

   "Do you hate the Qin government?" Li Yi asked.

   The homeless man was silent for a while. For some reason, he was very comfortable chatting with this young man. He didn't see any discrimination or disgust from the other party's words and deeds.

   "I hated it before, but I don't hate it after being a flying general."

  Hearing this person mention his wife, Li Yi became interested again and asked, "Why?"

   "Because the flying generals have given strict laws and matched them with equal execution power."

  The tramp patted his big bag of bread, showing a sincere smile.

"I just went to move goods for a few hours. It costs 200 yuan, which is enough for me for more than ten days. If I find a long-term worker, I can earn four to five hundred a day, which is completely enough for food and clothing. This is Bai Feijiang As a result, the old Qin people all know that Qin's financial prosperity is due to continuous victories, and the tax bureau has an extra division of soldiers, both of which are due to the achievements of the flying generals."

  Relying on rich oil and gas resources, the Qin land has always ranked among the top three economically, but the living standards of the people have always been low. There is a reason for the war, but more of the reason is that there are too many fuel rats stealing food.

"Eating, drinking, and playing. I can live by fishing for six days and drying the nets for six days. I hate being a white-eyed wolf. In the final analysis, the money is not in place. If you have money, everyone has no opinion. If you don't have money, doing anything is wrong. 99 % of social problems can be solved with money.”

  After speaking, the homeless man's face was full of admiration for the flying general.

   "Thanks to the general, if it weren't for the general, I would have planned to become a ranger and kill Qin officials. What are you laughing at? Are you also a fan of the general?"

  The tramp suddenly saw a smile on the corner of Li Yi's mouth, not a polite smile, as if he was praising him just now.

   "No." Li Yi shook his head.

   "Then why are you laughing?"

  The homeless man was even more confused. It is rare for Qin people not to worship flying generals, but it should be more common in other areas.

   Li Yi replied: "I am very familiar with the general, so naturally I won't make a bitter face when you praise her."

   "You know the flying general and you will squat here with me?" The homeless man looked disbelieving, and Li Yi was sure that he was bragging.

"If you and the flying general know me and **** on my head, young people should be down-to-earth and don't fantasize all day long. What kind of person is the flying general, a military **** who has not been seen in hundreds of years, and one of the top big men in China. It's not that my buddies look down on you, it's just your thin arms What does a thin-legged one have to do with flying generals?"

   "Come here, have another piece of bread, and see how hungry you are out of your mind."

  There was a slight roar in the sky, and a special military plane passed by above and landed at the airport on the other side of the city.

   At this time, the airport had already been blocked by a heavily armed army. A tall, glamorous woman walked down amidst two rows of burly soldiers saluting.

  Wearing a black military uniform, shoulder-length short hair, narrow and long eyes, with an inherent nobility between the brows. With a long bronze sword on his waist, his steps are gentle, every step on the ground is like a heavy hammer, shaking people's minds, and his gestures carry endless majesty.

  Qin Fei General Wei Xi, the undefeated military god, the general who can make Rome consider moving the capital by himself, the only ruler in Qin.

  Originally, the events here were not enough for her to come in person, but a few hours ago, the breath of Huangquan shook the whole Qin land, and the huge machine named Da Qin entered the state of combat readiness again after two years.

  (end of this chapter)