MTL - The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down-Chapter 207 History of Jianzong

  Chapter 207 Jianzong past events

  Cultivation world, Shangqing Palace.

  Li Changsheng and Le Xiaoqi came with swords, looking at the green hills in front of them and the Taoist temple with white walls and black tiles above them, the Shangqing Palace is still the same as before after a thousand years.

  In the past, he always thought that the residences of the Immortal Sect were extremely luxurious, because building palaces was too simple and cheap for monks. You can use elixir to let the ordinary dynasty build it for them, or you can go to Fangshi to ask special monks to build it.

  This can make the practice more comfortable, and it can also show the style and majesty of the school.

  It was later that Li Changsheng learned that not all sects are palaces. There is also a school with white walls and black tiles like the Shangqing Palace, which is only used to shelter from wind and rain without much decoration. Because the background of the Shangqing Palace does not need to be decorated with palaces, they are originally a great sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

  Although the Shangqing Palace has never stated its position, it is already the leader of the Taoist sect.

  Li Changsheng yearned for the Shangqing Palace very much when he first entered the Tao, otherwise he would not have named Lei Fa as Xiao Wu Lei Zhengfa.

   Later, when he was about 1,200 years old, under the leadership of Xue Ye, he finally came to the Shangqing Palace, visited many Taoist priests of the Shangqing Palace, and formed some friendships. Come back again after hundreds of years, nothing has changed here.

  Li Changsheng stood for about a while, and soon a figure flew from a distance. It was an old Taoist priest wearing a simple Taoist robe, with a high forehead, a big nose, and tied-up hair.

  He looked at the young man in front of him with cloudy eyes, and sighed after a long time:

   "Little friend, I didn't expect to see you again."

  Li Changsheng looked at the old man and said, "Senior Hua Jue, you are getting old."

  You are old and the three words have gone through all the vicissitudes of life. The senior practitioners who I looked up to in the past are now very old, and the five declines of heaven and man are imminent.

   "Yes, things are different and people are different. I have lived a relatively long time." Taoist Hua Jue raised his head slightly. "I should have left you at the beginning. It is really a great regret for me to go to the Qing Palace."

  Back then, the Sword Immortal brought Li Changsheng to the door, which caused quite a stir in the Shangqing Palace. The disciples in the door were like beating chicken blood, making things difficult and provocative for Li Changsheng in every possible way. Then they were all beaten back by the sword fairy, which aroused the anger and jealousy of the disciples of the Shangqing Palace.

  The elders of the Shangqing Palace at that time just smiled, and it is normal for young people to be jealous. The only thing that surprised them a little was that Jianzong's old-fashionedness actually made their jewel in the palm and this uninherited casual cultivator a Taoist couple.

  Then Li Changsheng's thunder technique made the high-ranking officials of the Shangqing palace unable to sit still. Many brothers from the same school praised Li Changsheng's talent in thunder technique, and some people threw out olive branches after hearing that there was no inheritance.

   Taoist Hua Jue is also the head of the sect. He hopes to keep the other party in the Shangqing Palace, but it is a pity that the other party's aspirations are not here.

  If I had been more sincere at the time, I would have offered better conditions. Even if he directly promises that the other party will be trained as the next head, he should be able to stay.

   Now he can't see the opponent's cultivation level clearly

  Recalling how jealous and spurned those young people were towards Li Changsheng back then, thinking that he was a little boy hiding behind the sword fairy. At that time, although Xueye Sword Immortal was not known as a sword immortal, he was already a peerless arrogance who was famous all over the world, and his peers couldn't hold their heads up.

  It is somewhat surprising that such a character becomes a Taoist partner with a casual cultivator who has no inheritance.

   "The Sword Immortal is right, it's the people who are dazzled."

   "It's all over." In Li Changsheng's indifferent eyes, a trace of reminiscence could not help but appear.

Taoist Huajue said again: "I heard that recently someone has been killing people everywhere and is proficient in thunder and swordsmanship. This person should be you, right? If you are here today to let the Shangqing Palace take action to end the troubled times, I can only say something first Sorry."

   "Old Daoist, my life is hanging by a thread. Whether I can survive the next year is not certain. However, someone in the Shangqing Palace is trying to break through to transform into a god. We plan to close the mountain and close the door for fifty years."

  Facing the chaotic world, Shangqing Palace didn’t want to save but was powerless, Taoist Hua Jue was about to move and perish. He can only take one shot, so he can't save the world.

  Compared to the world, he chose Zongmen.

   "Little friend, you can wait for the birth of the Xinhua God in my sect, so that the two of you will join forces and you will be able to pacify the world. People are unpredictable. The world is in chaos. It doesn't mean that it will be peaceful. There are too many people taking advantage of the chaos to rob."

   "I came here today to ask for two things to go to the Qing Palace." Li Changsheng said to himself, "One is to accept this child as a disciple, he has some qualifications."

  Le Xiaoqi slightly showed half of his head, looking at Taoist Hua Jue timidly.

   Taoist Hua Jue nodded and agreed without much hesitation: "One more mouth to eat won't break the palace of the Qing Dynasty."

   "Second thing, please go to the Qing Palace to close the mountain and close the door for fifty years, lest I kill you too."

  The indifferent and cold voice reached Taoist Hua's ears, making him have to re-examine the young man in front of him. He seems to be no longer the person he was back then.

  It was as if a figure crossed reincarnation and appeared beside him.

  Snow Night Sword Immortal.

  How similar, it was the same situation back then.

   Taoist Hua Jue already understood what the other party was going to do, and said:

   "Little friend, troubled times are the general trend of the world."

   "Just split the general trend of the world."

   After speaking, Le Xiaoqi was thrown out and fell into the arms of the old Taoist priest. And Li Changsheng had already left with Yu Jian, and the cries of the children behind him couldn't keep up with his speed.

  Tianque Mountain, the mountains and plains are full of spiritual swords pierced on the desolate mountains, and the sword cultivators bathed in murderous aura are like evil spirits.

  The sword cultivator of Tianjianzong walks in the troubled times to slay demons and demons, and it is inevitable that he will be sought after and prayed for by the people. Those who are qualified will be brought back here to practice a technique called Absolute Sword.

   Absolute sword, practice kung fu with killing, and kill with life.

  Back then, Sword Immortal relied on this skill to rise from Yuanying to Huashen in just a few decades. Every swing of the sword is consuming their own foundation and lifespan. They have strength and practice speed far beyond ordinary people.

  Fireworks, this is how Li Changsheng described these people.

  Li Changsheng came to the top of Tianjian Peak and saw Xue Ye's elder brother standing under a pine tree. After getting along for a long time, he finally remembered the other party's name.

  He Kun.

   "Brother Li, are you back?" He Kun's voice sounded like a broken erhu, and he bent over to look at the tomb in the mountain.

   "My junior sister used to practice swords there, and I would teach her swordsmanship whenever I have free time. Hey, things have changed now, and only me, an old guy, is left."

  Li Changsheng said: "He Daoyou passed away like this, so don't miss it too much."

He Kun continued as if he didn't hear it: "Junior sister was sent to the sect when she was three months old, and I took care of her when she was three years old. I treat junior sister as my own. After decades of hard work, she was abducted by you. I think she When I was young, I followed behind my **** all the time, and then I drew my sword to face each other after just chatting, hey! Girls are not allowed to stay."

   "Brother Li, can you call me uncle."

  Li Changsheng replied coldly: "I am not husband and wife with Xue Ye, and there is no reality of husband and wife."

   "Taoist companions are the same as husband and wife. If you really don't want to call me, why don't you just call me Yuezhang?"

  Zheng!

  A beam of sword light cut down the clouds in the sky.

   Xue Ye was right, her elder brother was indeed talkative.

He Kun reached out to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, and continued: "You two are really alike, Brother Li, don't think I take advantage of you. Let me tell you, although Yun Shu is my junior sister, but It was also me who started pulling it up when I was three years old."

"As the so-called elder brother is like a father, you. Be good, don't bark if you don't bark, why do you always want to use your sword? By the way, the yard on the back of the mountain is Yunshu's. If you don't practice, don't stay on this mountain. Just sit there and live there."

   After finishing speaking, He Kun sat down on his own, and stood where Li Changsheng used to meditate.

  He only hesitated for half a second, then turned and left.

  He Kun chuckled and said, "Isn't there still seven emotions and six desires?"

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  【In 354, Li Changsheng's Linwei Dynasty slaughtered 36 cities in a row. Hundreds of thousands of people were turned into roadside corpses, all of which were eaten by wild dogs and crows. 】

  Li Changsheng doesn't know how big the practice world is. He has never come to an end, and has been going around in the human realm. According to rumors, the only places suitable for practice are the human race, Taikoo Mountain, East China Sea, Qingqiu and other places.

   Among them, the human race and the ancient mountains occupy the most extensive territory, followed by the East China Sea. And Qingqiu is just a famous name, but it is actually a secret realm.

  The places further outside will become more and more desolate. Looking at the past, it turns out to be Gobi and desert, and the aura will become thinner and thinner.

  The human race has three dynasties, Jing, Wei, and Zhou, and there are countless small countries in the rest. There are 382 countries recorded by Jianzong, all over the vast territory of the human race.

  Hundreds of years ago, the Sword Immortal brought the ruling power of the common people into the hands of Jianzong, and the only remaining right of the practice sect was to be able to enter the common customs to select disciples as usual. The premise is that you can't waste people's money, and you can't take it by force.

  Rules are dead, but people are alive. There are always more methods than problems.

   There will always be someone who can use some means to continue to rob qualified people as usual. But different from the past, they have risks in doing these things. Once they are discovered by the Sword Immortal, a group of people will inevitably fall to the ground.

   Jianzong can't make the world perfect, but he can make the evildoers die.

  Now Jianzong doesn't have that ability, and the original division of the sect has been completely destroyed. Now the major sects are dividing up the world and conquering each other.

  The sects are like carriages, galloping crazily across the boundaries of the human race to circle each other, but the iron hooves make the people ignore them. They are like weeds, the wild fire will never burn, and the spring breeze will regenerate them.

   In another 100 years, there will be another prosperity.

  Some people paint the land, and naturally some people dig the soil and dig the roots, and do slaughter.

  In the year of Gengzi, there was heavy rain, and the cold raindrops hit the barren fields, revealing the buried bones.

  Crawled on the muddy trail with half of his body, his clothes were completely polluted by mud, his hair was messy and covered with mud, his eyes were always staring ahead, holding a broken sword in his right hand, he inserted it into the mud again and again to make himself crawl forward.

   is a disciple of Jianzong. He was ordered to investigate the Wei Dynasty and find out whether there are monsters.

  Because of years of slaughter and lack of fresh blood, the number of sword sects is decreasing year by year. Especially for the older generation of monks, it takes decades for a golden elixir to be born before another one is born.

  The Sword Master and Elder He were also running around, and some places with low danger were handed over to these ordinary disciples for investigation. Now that the Wei Dynasty is dead, he must send the situation back to the Zongmen.

   Every time the broken sword is inserted into the soil, it will be worn away when it is pulled out again.

  He didn't know how far he was from Zongmen, but the direction was right.

  Suddenly his vision was blocked, and what came into view was a pair of blood-stained boots. Looking up with difficulty, he saw a plain and indifferent face like frost and snow.

   "My lord!"

  Blood and sand were spit out from his mouth, and his voice was hoarse like a broken erhu.

   "An evil cultivator in the Wei Dynasty turned the people of a city into ghouls. The disciple was accidentally discovered and escaped desperately. He was severely injured and his aura was exhausted, so he could only linger on in this posture."

  Li Changsheng looked down at the disciple who had only half of his body left, and released his perception a little. It was a full 20 miles away from the city.

   That is to say, he has crawled for 50 miles in this posture, and it has been a full three months since he lost contact. Foundation Establishment cultivators are also human beings who will get tired and die.

"does it worth?"

  The disciple of Jianzong didn't answer, and continued to say in a broken voice: "Your Majesty, please kill the ghouls in this city, they are no longer human. I was born in the Wei Dynasty, and I don't want to see the remains of my father and fellow villagers suffer."

   "There is no place in this world, at least let them rest in peace."

"I will."

  Li Changsheng placed the disciple of Jianzong in the old temple in the nearby mountains, gave him a pill, and then stepped out of the old temple.

   When parting, Li Changsheng asked, "What's your name?"

   "In Wu'an, it's too late to get the Taoist name."

   "The Dao name should be Guanwu."

   A smile appeared on the muddy face, the eyelids drooped and opened again, and he tried his best to look up at the back of the Taoist.

   "Thank you for the name."

  Zheng!

  White light enveloped the world, the majestic torrential rain dissipated in the sword light in an instant, and there was a mournful howl in the void.

  After half a sound, the Taoist walked into the ruined temple again, and the sun followed his footsteps and shone in quietly.

   A little bit of light sprinkled on half of his body, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was never afraid of the coming of death.

  Li Changsheng looked down at him, took out a booklet from his pocket, and turned the ancient sword in his hand into a brush, writing stroke by stroke.

   "Yu Wu'an, Daoist Guanwu, a member of the Wei Dynasty, fought against demons for three months, blood flowed thousands of miles without dying, and finally saved the people from fire and water, at the age of 22."

   "I hope that future generations will knock on it."

   With a hiss, the paper was torn off, and with the breeze, it floated out of the ruined temple, and a monument was erected on the ground.

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   The first meeting of the Eight Immortals Gate in Yunzhou was chosen on a high mountain with clear water and beautiful scenery. This is a famous mountain in the ordinary world, and there are many poems left by poets on it that have been handed down for thousands of years.

   There was a faint smell of blood in the air, a head fell on the ground, and the bright red blood continued to drip down the mountain road until it reached the foot of the mountain.

  Li Changsheng raised the Heavenly Sword high and chopped off the head of the last person. Maybe it was too much consumption or too tired, the blood splashed directly on his face, dyeing half of his hair red.

  He turned his head slightly and looked around. He saw the corpses of the enemy and the disciples of Jianzong.

   "Yu Nannan, Taoist name Qiu Sui, daughter of Yu Wu'an, in order to prevent the people of the Jing Dynasty from being reduced to humans and animals, she killed the Eight Immortals League with one sword and one person. Her merits determined the world and saved the people of Liming. She died at the age of 15."

   "I hope that future generations will knock on it."

  Yellow paper was born on the ground.

  He Kun glanced at the stele, and said: "You don't need to do this, your achievements can also fall on the stele."

  Li Changsheng said lightly: "My life is longer than the monument, so why erect the monument?"

   "Brother Li, don't set up a monument for me when I'm dead."

   "I didn't intend to erect a monument for you from the beginning."

  The two walked down the mountain stepping over the corpses, and killed another thousand people while talking and laughing.

  (end of this chapter)