The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 208 Li Changsheng is just a very twisted person

  Tiandu Company Headquarters, established in 1971, originally belonged to the Special Service of the Ministry of War, and later became independent and became a privileged organization.

  The company headquarters has been blocked since a month ago. Except for the armed personnel on duty outside, all personnel can only enter and cannot exit. Foundation Establishment cultivators came from all over the country to join in the rescue of Tang Yuan, even the Elder Jindan from Shangqing Palace joined in.

  Everything is to find out about that period of unrecorded history, whether Li Changsheng slaughtered the world, or used killing to protect the Dao.

   This point may not be important to the immortal himself. With the strength of the opponent, no one will use this to attack him. Even if he is not the most powerful person in the world, no one in this period of history is legally guilty. But people are curious, and most of the memories from the soul search are completely polarized compared with the current living immortals.

  The few insiders are extremely curious about what the truth is.

  Qing Xuzi volunteered to be the guardian of the soul-searching cultivator. Although he couldn't intervene in the soul-searching, he could instantly restrain the other party to avoid casualties. In fact, I also want to participate in the process of searching for memories, but he is already too powerful in the Golden Core stage, and entering the Lingtai is very likely to awaken those reincarnated people.

  If the foundation building stage is an ant, then the Jindan stage is the same person. Ants stealing food may be ignored by no one, but thieves must be treated with sticks when they break into the empty door.

"This is the information we have so far. Almost half of the incidents can be overturned from these memories. Maybe these materials will not be released, but I think if they are heroes, it is unjust to let them be wronged, Dao Xin Uneasy."

  A foundation-building cultivator finished talking about the memory of that period of history from the perspective of a disciple of Jianzong.

  Events can basically be corrected, but who is right and who is wrong has formed a bipolar reversal. Perhaps no one is right in troubled times, let alone right or wrong in a strongman society.

  Fist is justice, mighty power is truth.

   This is the same no matter which society is placed, the underlying logic is authoritarianism. The powerful are right most of the time, and the powerless wait for mercy.

  But people have feelings. When the object of observation is reduced to an individual, it is stupid to keep saying that power is stupid. Advocating the strong is in nature, and worshiping saints is human nature.

   All talents and virtues are called saints.

   Few people know what Li Changsheng himself is like, but in the eyes of the world, he is a saint. In China's simple moral concept, striving for profit for the world is a saint.

  If they can, they don't want to believe that the immortal is a monster who slaughters the world, but the **** memory keeps bewitching themselves. What is true and what is false, it is difficult for monks in the foundation period to distinguish.

   "I propose to reopen the investigation, which is the only thing we can do."

  Everyone in the conference room was silent for a while, and no one responded immediately.

   Just about 10 minutes ago, Zhongshufu ordered the investigation to stop, and all data will be destroyed. And they were also tortured during this period of time. They were troubled by those memories day and night, and they might need to recuperate for half a year to fully recover.

  Searching for the soul is essentially injecting poison into one's own body. If the investigation is restarted, you will have to go through it again.

  Xu Manhong raised his head slightly, and said: "Yu Wu'an, Daoist Guanwu, a member of the Wei Dynasty, fought against monsters for three months, blood flowed thousands of miles without dying, and finally saved the people from fire and water, at the age of 22."

   "Crawled for several months with half a broken body, named Guanwu."

  The person who had seen this memory clenched his fist subconsciously, and after a while, another person also said:

   "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."

   "Although he didn't kill an enemy, he risked his life to send out the information, and was finally beaten to death."

   As soon as the words fell, someone immediately named the objects of their investigation tacitly. One name after another, they were all disciples of Jianzong.

   "Qiu Yelong went to fight in Bailidi alone, beheaded ten golden core monsters, and protected thousands of people from the city. He died at the age of 31."

   "Shao Shiyan fought with the evil monks for seven days and seven nights, exhausted, and was eaten by the refugees."

   "The three brothers Zhong Shaowu, Zhong Shaoen, and Zhong Shaobing fought to the death when the human race entered the ancient mountain valley."

   "Lv Changzhi and Kang Yuhong killed the two golden pills of the Demon Dao sect, beheaded the Yuanying, slaughtered thousands of people and destroyed the sect, and then sat on the mass grave."

  Gradually, half of the people spoke out the memories they had seen, those remnant souls that were not as good as the reincarnated souls. Many people are unparalleled in combat power, but they are all foundations after all, and only a small number of people are golden cores.

  Reading the memories of these Jianzong disciples is very easy, but also very difficult for them.

   The ease lies in not being influenced by the other party, and the difficulty lies in the fact that they are shocked by pure memory for the first time.

  When everyone told what he knew, the atmosphere in the meeting room became heavier.

  Finally someone slightly raised his hand and said, "I agree to jointly appeal and restart the investigation."

"agree."

"agree."

"agree."

  In a blink of an eye, everyone raised their hands, and Xu Manhong called Zhongshufu again.

   "Hey, please help me connect with the Prime Minister's Office, Mr. Prime Minister, all members of the investigation team for the demise of Jianzong request to restart the investigation plan. Why? Because this is what we need to do and what we should do."

   "The Immortals said that they will be kowtowed by future generations."

   The investigation team that had just been disbanded half an hour later was re-established, but this time only their remaining expert teams had withdrawn, including the unlimited supply of pills. The government originally didn't want to waste too many resources on this aspect. The unrecorded history has been understood, and everything else can be written on the good side of the immortal.

   But there will always be people who are not reconciled.

  If it is a single person or a few appeals, Zhongshufu can still reject it, but a group of Foundation Establishment monks have to pay attention to the joint appeal. They are equivalent to 1/10 of the foundation cultivators in the entire Zhoudi, and the strategic value of each is no less than a special battalion or even a brigade.

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  Xu Manhong took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he came to the Lingtai full of various spirits. This place is no longer as peaceful as it was a month ago, the surroundings are full of chaotic atmosphere, and everything is developing in a bad way.

  Maybe their soul search awakened the reincarnated person, or it might be time for the reincarnated person to wake up.

  No matter what the reason, Tang Yuan's death certificate has been written, and no one thinks she can still be saved. The government's previous plan was to test whether the reincarnated person could succeed in seizing the body even though the original body had a good cultivation level. But now that he has just reached the first step, and Tang Yuan has not been forced to practice hard to improve his strength, these consciousnesses have already awakened.

   This is one of the main reasons why the program was abruptly terminated.

   Not far away, Tang Yuan, who was wearing a light yellow shirt, jeans and canvas shoes, with a slightly thin face, was standing not far away, with his right hand stretching and pulling continuously making stabbing movements.

  From the day they discovered the remnant soul of a disciple of the Sword Sect, Tang Yuan left Lian Yu's palm. The investigation team knew that the deaf-mute already had a certain ability to resist, but he was still too small in front of the reincarnation.

  Tang Yuan noticed Xu Manhong, stopped what he was doing, turned his head and smiled, beckoning and smiling very softly.

Hello.

  She gestured and gestured. Although Xu Manhong and I taught him how to speak in the Lingtai, she obviously hadn't learned it in less than half a month.

   "Miss Tang, I want to see the memory of the remaining one."

  Up to now, the person with the most backward history they have searched is Kang Yuhong, a disciple who accompanied Lu Changzhi. At that time, after the two of them used the golden elixir to counterattack Yuanying, they were basically exhausted and both collapsed on the way home.

  Tang Yuan, as the owner of this body, has a low level of cultivation, but he has a certain peculiarity, being able to perceive the souls of other reincarnations. According to what she said, there is only one remaining disciple of the Sword Sect, and that is He Kun, the former Sect Master of the Sword Sect at that time.

  He Kun Yuanying cultivation base should be able to walk with Li Changsheng to the time when the world is at peace, he knows the whole story.

   However, considering that the other party is a Nascent Soul cultivator, the investigation team plans to enter the memory for 10 minutes each in turn, so as not to be trapped by the other party's memory and eventually lose themselves.

  Tang Yuan made a gesture, and along with a trace of spiritual transmission, Xu Manhong seemed to hear the other party's words.

   "Yes, but Grandpa He said that he wants to exchange memories with you. He wants to know about modern things."

  “.”

  Xu Manhong was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead.

   Has the reincarnation awakened? !

   You must escape, and you can't stay here for half a minute.

   Within half a breath, she immediately decided to withdraw from the altar, so as not to be controlled by the opponent or crushed into mental fragments. While Xu Manhong was chanting the formula quickly, he took two steps back, but instead of exiting the altar, he bumped into someone.

   "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

  Xu Manhong turned her head stiffly, and a Taoist priest in a white Taoist robe dotted with cloud patterns, with a wide forehead and a high nose bridge stood behind her with a dash of handsomeness.

   "My surname is He and my name is Kun. I have met this girl before."

  He Kun, unexpectedly he woke up. Now that you're awake, why don't you seize the Tang Court?

  Xu Manhong quickly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and after knowing that the other party was the former master of Jianzong, he was not so afraid.

   "Junior Xu Manhong, met Sovereign He."

   "What do you think, you and I exchange memories." He Kun spoke directly, as if everyone in Jianzong was straightforward.

  Xu Manhong only hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. He actually has no choice now. If the other party wants to, he can unilaterally smoke his own soul. She is only one step away from the truth and she doesn't want to give up.

   "Then please follow me."

  He Kun walked towards the southwest, and a simple stone gate appeared in front of him every two steps. There were scrawled characters engraved on the stone gate, and Xu Manhong saw the word "He Kun" from a distance.

  【My friend He Kun, buried here】

  He Kun walked in front of the stone gate, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to himself: "Li Changsheng, the living immortal, should have let you call me Yuezhang back then, but now it seems that it is completely useless."

  Xu Manhong felt chills all over when she heard this sentence. She knew that her memory had been read by the other party unconsciously. The souls of the reincarnated people are different from those of the local monks. They are giants who have climbed the mountain, but they are just a villain.

  This is the first time she has faced the power of Nascent Soul Dao Xing, and she was completely seen through just by meeting her face to face.

  Maybe the other party can control himself and turn himself into a puppet with a single thought.

   This kind of thing is not uncommon, but when it is really faced with this situation, no one can keep calm.

  He Kun ignored the little girl's bewildered expression, pushed open the stone door slightly with his right hand, and turned sideways to let the white light of the representative's memory envelope her.

   "Girl, brother Li is not as holy as you think. Don't force your thoughts on others, even if it's praise."

   "Brother Li, he's just a very twisted person hahahaha."

  Xu Manhong felt the voice in her ears getting farther and farther away, and when she came to her senses again, it had already entered He Kun's memory. What came into my eyes was a barren mountain range, and there was no grass growing in the past, and broken sword blades were stuck on the barren hills, and I don't know whose sword it was.

  This is Jianzong, the last Jianzong no longer has the immortal spirit of the past, only killing and breaking the sword. There are also desolate stone tablets with ordinary names and extraordinary people engraved on them.

  A young man in a dark red Taoist robe stood among countless stone tablets, holding a booklet in his hand, and was writing something with his head bowed.

   "Brother Li, you were attacked by a few old men just now, and you still haven't gone to heal your wounds." He Kun approached and said.

  Li Changsheng answered indifferently without raising his head: "They can't hurt me, just a few Nascent Souls."

"There are only a few Nascent Souls in the district, they are the ancestors of several great sects, each of which has the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Peak. And you have just been promoted to the God of Transformation not long ago, and you have killed dozens of people in a row before your realm is stable. Nian, the world is so big, do you want to save it alone?"

  There was a hint of annoyance in He Kun's voice, and he reached out to **** the booklet.

  Li Changsheng is actually very strong, but people have limits after all. He has not rested and meditated for decades, and he has been fighting everywhere day after day, trying to calm down the world.

  He pulled the world back from the edge of the cliff, and made himself riddled with holes.

   Back then, Yun Shu also had the assistance of many elders of Jianzong, as well as the support of several big factions in Shangqing Palace. But now there are only Li Changsheng and He Kun, and a group of young girls in their prime.

  If it was hundreds of years ago, these children should thrive under the protection of the sect, at least they should not have experienced this.

   "Based on your cultivation, you can be attacked by those old things and let them run away. Doesn't this mean that you are exhausted?"

  In the next second, a tyrannical sword intent instantly sent He Kun flying, and with a bang, he slammed into a distant mountain.

   "How can we do our best before the blood is drained?"

  Li Changsheng tore off a piece of yellow paper, and added a tombstone to this barren hill.

He Kun came back disheveled and said cursingly: "You really did it, you can meditate at the head office if you don't rest? The rest is for better fighting skills. Maybe next time you meet those old things, you can slash them with a sword. kill them."

  Hearing this, Li Changsheng hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "Then meditate for a while."

  He didn't despise the dust on the ground, and sat directly among the many stone tablets. He closed his eyes and practiced Qi. After an unknown period of time, his head became more and more depressed, and finally he let out a slight snort.

   "Oh, I have the same temperament as my junior sister."

  He Kun stretched out his hand to wipe the stele in front of him, brushed the names with scarred fingers, and said leisurely: "Brother Li, there are only two of us left in this Sword Sect, but the world has not yet settled down."

   "Where is Taiping? With my Jianzong's foundation of tens of thousands of years, can't I still get Taiping?"

  (end of this chapter)