Fairies just want to lie down

Chapter 243
The realm of practice, outside the Moon Palace.

The mountain is eight thousand feet high, the mountain is windy, snowy and cold, and the Guanghan stands in the sky.

Hundreds of years have passed since the event of Moyuan, a generation of golden elixir has replaced a new one, dynasties have changed and the world has changed, only Guanghan is far away and untouchable.

The white jade palace is half hidden in the clouds, and its color is shining brightly, which should be the most in the world.I don't know how many mortals and monks come here to pay their respects every year, but very few people can climb to Guanghan Palace.Basically, only the Nascent Soul Stage can take advantage of the Guanghan Banquet to enter the yearning Moon Palace.

On the mountain, there is a practice city relying on the Moon Palace. People from all over the world gather here, and there are even some mortals who are looking for immortals.

Although the immortals and mortals are separated, monks will not go to the mortal world if they have nothing to do, but the Shangqing Palace does not have any restrictions on mortals.Ordinary people can enter and leave the practice world at will, as long as they are not afraid of death.

A teahouse, with a well-shaped second floor, a table and 4 benches, most of the people who settle down are passing monks, gods and mortals.The basic cultivation base is not high, and has not yet reached the realm of bigu.

The shopkeeper was sitting at the counter, resting his chin on his hands, dozing off with his eyes slightly closed.

Suddenly a shadow came forward, and the shopkeeper opened his eyes with a feeling, and looked up to see an old man with white hair who didn't trim the frame.

He was dressed in tattered, coarse linen clothes, with a thin body, a piece of cloth covering his eyes, and an old broken knife in his arms, whose cultivation level could not be seen. He looked like an ordinary blind old man.

There are not many people in the teahouse, there are dozens of tables on the two floors, and there is no storyteller in the middle.

"You look old, you have been a monk for many years, and you are middle-aged. You have already been half buried in the earth and have not seen immortals." The blind old man walked back to his own table, picked up a jar of wine, and drank heavily.

The people around also cast their gazes there, and there was a lot of kindness among them.Although what the storyteller told was really plain, it could be attributed to the story.

Immediately afterwards, a burly man who also looked very burly walked back. I didn't say anything, and my steps were a little slow, and I said: "Master is broken, the Taiyin Fairy is back, and a letter from my sect said that I am afraid I am going to visit you." Township level, the sect that integrates Jindan."

Jindan, four halls.

Magical artifacts are expensive, and they are expensive in aura and materials.

Sishoutang is not a sect that uses knives. It was built under the spiritual veins of a deep mountain and old forest. The place that was originally full of thorns and trees was leveled by small machines, and reinforced concrete buildings rose from the ground.In the center is a huge boiler, in which the spiritual fire is boiling, and every 10 seconds, it will emit cold waves as low as a thousand degrees, like the breath of a giant dragon.

"A bad story is old."

The first hammer fell, and the ring head knife under the forging platform flashed a flash of fire, full of spirituality and shining brightly.

"Zhou, Qin, and Qi have not yet completed the full control of the spiritual veins. Whether it is the name or the actual control, they have all fallen into the hands of the living immortals. Jindan is the first private land for you, and you must fight for it. "

"The old man is wonderful, he knows such details."

During the Golden Core Stage, the Taoist took a heavy sip of tea.

A visitor is a guest, and welcoming people with a smile will always offend.

when!
Before a few breaths passed, the Taoist replied hastily: "Yes."

"Cultivation is expensive. The spirit veins are originally from the sky. They never belonged to anyone. This living immortal is domineering and tyrannical, taking the spiritual energy from the sky and giving it to mortals. In the world, there is only a weak person who is not alive, and there will always be weak people who are not equal to me or even weaker."

"News from Qin Di?"

"The immortal suppresses the devil, covers the sky with one hand, blocks all demons alone, and the one who ascends to the sky with a single wish will restore peace to the sky!"

Did the pointy-faced monk give a positive answer, but Mo Yidao took it as my denial.

Did Mo Yidao look straight at the fallen corpse again? He looked up and down at the blade, the bottom was not covered with dense cracks yet.

Mo Yidao held a broken saber and raised his head to the sky and screamed loudly. Thunderbolt added to his body and finally saw the transformation god.
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"No, you don't have spirit wine, you don't have any bad habits, what do you want?"

"Changchun is so old, I went out of the mountain village with a knife, and today I will try the golden elixir of the knife."

A fierce voice came to my ears, and an ordinary and strange Taoist appeared behind Mo Yidao at some point, and picked up the broken knife that I was holding in both hands.

The Taoist observed it for a long time, and then with a heavy swing, the sword was shining brightly, cutting the sky and breaking the earth.

The government is very good at that kind of collective battle.

"He came up to let you speak."

Whether Mo Yidao resisted or not, he still knelt in Shao Su'ai.There is the gaze of the Heavenly Man, and the driving of the Palace of the Moon, so there are ten springs, summers, autumns and winters.

The pointed-faced monk said: "The Fairy Taiyin is back, sent back by the Sword Immortal, and the Zhenguo Level was recommended by General Qin Fei. You are in the direct line of the Immortals and he has fought for it."

"Do you have a spirit stone, and you also have this yellow and white thing, let him see if it can take a sip of wine?"

An old and yellowed book was placed under the counter, with seven characters written under the cover [Selected Sword Art]

The voice of the blind old man fell, and after a long time someone answered and someone responded.

"Come back."

The point that the weak overwhelm people, and whether the strong have the right to speak has never changed among the monks because of the changes in the world.

In full view of everyone, the blind old man took a deep breath and opened his voice.

The sound spread thousands of miles away, and countless monks cast their gazes. After a young man, no one jumped out to challenge Xianwei knowingly.

"They want to compete with the immortal?"

"Master, run away, the little ones in the sky are all practicing, you guys."

"There is a mistake. The government received news from Qin Di this morning, saying that Fairy Taiyin is going to apply to become a township class." The disciple said, which is undoubtedly a big news for all monks.

"Fairy Taiyin is back? You are actually willing to come back." Mo Yidao showed surprise, I thought that the other party would come back after such a visit, even though the residence of the Moon Palace is in Zhao.

Originally, Jin Dan and Mo Yidao had ended their contact, and it was expected that they would not be able to be formally appointed after another half a year of negotiation, but a Taiyin Fairy suddenly appeared.The background of the pinnacle of deity transformation, the direct line of the immortal, the most beautiful woman in the sky, etc., instantly made the government fall to the opponent.

The words did not spare any affection at all, which made the visitor's face look too glorious, but he dared to attack due to the strength of the other party.Mo Yidao once beheaded a Shao Suqi when he established the foundation, but now the strength of Shao Su's entry and exit is probably even more terrifying.

Zhaodi is not difficult for the reincarnated, what is difficult is Shao Su's consummation.Some of Shao Su's works were brought down weakly, and basically meet the standards of our future generations.

That set of stories has not been sung for hundreds of years, and the children on the street can recite it backwards, and they already have the heart.The storyteller's mouth is clever, and the way is out of the power of a fairy, so naturally one person applauds.

The storyteller opened his mouth slightly, thinking that the other party would be so timid.

A few seconds ago, that disciple flew out of the boiler room and slammed down the steps heavily.It must be a special person who may die as soon as he goes up, but it is painful or itchy for a body-refining foundation-establishment monk.

The previous void was slightly distorted, and a man with a pointed face and narrow eyes came out, his cultivation was Zhao Di, and his aura was right and evil.

The most terrible thing is that my master was beaten to death by immortals in later generations.

Dao Jue Mo Yi Dao died in Lei Ting at the age of more than 600 years. He was well-known and well-known, leaving only a broken knife that fell on the Moon Palace and became a holy place for sword repair.

Slashed towards the Moon Palace four days below, and the faint white clouds dispersed, revealing the most golden core stage in the sky.

The man wielding the black iron hammer was a man with a height of two meters. He had weak muscles, bronze skin, a square face, and slightly protruding eyebrows. From a distance, he looked like a tiger.

Theoretically, the Zhenguo level is the immediate boss of all monks, so does anyone know how to find a father for themselves.A small number of people, whether they are local monks or reincarnations, hope that the golden elixir will not be at the national level.

"Immortals suppress Moyuan, save the heavens at night, shake the thunder and resist the heavens, borrow their spiritual objects from the heavens, use the heaven and the earth as a furnace, and refine the elixir. When the pill is completed, the little demon of Moyuan is born, and the immortal shakes the sky with one hand. Fighting demons with one hand. Ask Immortal Guanghan, grant him the talent to transform into a god, and live eight thousand years."

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Swords are not suitable for pure hand-to-hand combat, and compared with knives and guns, they have no slight advantage.

The knife rises, the thunder falls.

After a long time, an elegant and pleasant voice came out from Shao Su'ai.

Since the government has successfully broken through the difficulties of the Artifact Refining Method in the past year and trained a small number of Artifact Refiners, the prices of the Spirit Artifacts of Sishoutang have to be reduced by a small amount.The weapons forged by my disciples can only be sold through private channels, and the government basically collects magical weapons such as swords.

"Selected sword techniques, what skills, supernatural powers, and elixir does he want?"

"The knife is wrong."

It is said that the government is now using a black iron block weighing 50 tons, and 10 people control it together. Killing the foundation building period during the Qi training period is like killing a dog.

Mo Yidao also admired the black iron block very much. Zhao Diqi was useful, but at the level of foundation building and Qi training, he was almost an enemy.A pure flying smash can be blocked by anyone, let alone a firearm.

"I used to be a tiger in the mountains, and a monkey called a little king. But today you are ordered to ask you to disturb the Taiyin Fairy to ascend the township level, at least to dampen your arrogance."

I waved my hand and said, "Go back to practice, he is worried about that matter, and he wants to participate in it."

"Is there any wine?"

In order to make the best use of everything, the Jindan government plans to build several thermal power generating units in the neighbourhood, which will be used to supply that electricity.

A cold light flashed, and a head and soul were cut off by the light of the knife.

The sword is more popular than the sword in the practice world, but not many people use it.Take middle and upper-level monks such as building foundations and practicing Qi as an example. Except for disciples of famous swordsmen, a small number of people's weapons are either knives or guns.As long as you have not left your mortal body, you will basically use a sword.

My name is Mo Yidao, the owner of Jindan Sishoutang, the owner of Sishoutang Forging Co., Ltd., with a registered capital of 10 yuan, and I am currently the only part-time blacksmith.

It is reasonable to say that Tianyue Palace will give up the Golden Elixir that we have been running for so many years, and move directly to Zhoudi.

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Suddenly I changed my voice and said, "That story is too old."

"Is there any order from the guest officer?"

"You said go back to practice."

At this point, the voice stopped, and then the voice suddenly lowered and was as thick as a war drum.

The four poems imply one of the four short and four long, and the head of the four short is the sword.

"Immortal retreat, go in."

On the spirit fire, there are all kinds of knives, such as the horse-chopping knife without a long handle, the ring-handed knife without a dragon pattern, the horizontal knife without a single edge, and the cold moon knife that bends like a crescent moon. The saber used by Buddhism
"Bad."

"In ancient times, there were no heavenly gods, who won hundreds of millions of dawns and became martyrs. The most holy and most sage world is not the most holy and most sage of the heavenly people."

The sky and the earth shook, and there was light beyond the horizon.

The blind old man pulled out the broken knife, the blade was mottled, with few notches, and the color of rust was already there.The last sip of wine in his mouth was sprayed under the knife, and he flicked it coldly to illuminate the world.

Seeing that scene, the smile on the shopkeeper's face faded a lot, but he didn't give the old man a look, and said: "The guest officer, you are a pawn shop, and you also have this hesitant vision. If he is disgusted If you don't, you can't give him a manly red."

It contains what I have learned all my life.

The storyteller raised his brows and stared at him. It seems that he has gone sour all his life.

Mo Yidao grasped the key information. He thought it was just a rumor, but now it seems that there is a closed-door meeting at the township level.

But in my opinion, Fairy Taiyin is robbing me of my position as master.After that, in the entire Jindan, the least likely to become a national-level town is not Jue Dao Mo Yi Dao. If I recover later, I will definitely not have a place as my master.

Po Dao returned to Mo Yidao's hands, and when I looked up again, the sky was already covered with thunderclouds, and the light and dark thunder light hit my face, reflecting my expression of excitement and fear.

The blind old man nodded very simply, and then found a corner to sit on.After a while, Daqi in the shop brought down a jar of Nan'erhong, along with a large plate of fennel beans.

"Hahaha, after all, the old man has listened to it for hundreds of years." The blind old man let out a hearty laugh, knowing whether it was an illusion that my body has become more straight than when I just stepped back.

"Friend Mo, Dao."

Mo Yidao tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and replied in a trembling voice: "I beg the immortal to give me a thunderbolt, I only want to live for death."

The gentleman is young and middle-aged, his cultivation base has only not refined his qi, and he has a sour taste. He can be regarded as a cultivator, and he can only be said to be a person who wants to make a living.

"Mo Yi Dao, Dao Jue."

I can play 2 foundation-building knives a day, and it is a problem to add 5 for processing.A knife cannot be sold for 300 million worth of spirit stones, and a bad-looking one cannot be sold for tens of millions, or even 1 million.But it's a pity that those who took out 1 million were from aristocratic families, and we took out 1 million worth of spiritual stones.

I threw it away, and the newly forged knife was hung under the iron chain below, nourished by the spiritual energy.

The storyteller was completely stunned.

The crisp sound of hammering iron resounded through the low-rise boiler room. The huge black iron hammer fell on it, and the alloy floor with a thickness of one meter trembled slightly.The special person stood there and hit the hammer, even if it didn't hit me, the vibration was enough to hurt the internal organs, just like the shock wave of an explosion.

I sighed sincerely: "It's like your broken knife."
With such a hat on, I am afraid that even the disciples of the small sect would dare to answer.

So Mo Yidao had to work overtime to forge weapons to maintain the food and clothing of the entire sect.Although the mid-to-high-end magic weapon has been impacted by industrial production, it has no impact on the magic weapon of the foundation building period, and Zhao Diqi has been rated as a strategic weapon.

Before kicking the disciple out, Mo Yidao said to the empty boiler room: "Come out, if you have nothing to say, leave if you have something to do, Mo Mou welcomes the people inside."

"Mo Yidao, I stepped down to practice under the grace of Changchun. I heard that the immortals destroy the supernatural powers of the heavens. If I don't have a sword, I will ask the immortals to watch it."

I cupped my hands and said to the sky: "It's a small merit for the immortal to suppress Moyuan, and you all benefit from it. If there were no immortals back then, what would the heavens be like? I'm sure this story is true, dare to ask the old man how it is The story is enough?"

"The beginning of the Devil's Abyss is the most holy and sage realm, known as the opportunity to become an immortal in ancient times. Anyone who enters can become an immortal. However, all who enter are demons, devouring souls and eating blood. His vile heart is known to the heavens. If you break through the boundary, you will feed on the sky."

"Hello." Mo Yidao interrupted, "Someone is interested in mediocrity."

With a bang, the empty wine can fell to the ground and shattered into dozens of pieces.

Mr. Storyteller knew it, so before I could ask the question, the blind old man walked out of the teahouse with the broken knife in his arms.

"Heaven's God Transformation, only there is no Taoist of Longevity, the God of Transformation in the Demon Abyss is unstoppable by the ancient little demon."

Then I saw that this is a pheasant technique that I don't know where it came from, but my way of dealing with people is not to offend others, and being a man of popularity is nothing to me.

The old man's voice was hoarse, as if sand was rubbing against his throat.

"how?"

With the smell of alcohol in my mouth, I knelt behind the Golden Core stage with my knees bent, holding the knife in both hands, and raised my head with a low voice.

The blind old man drank a few bowls of wine and then waved to the storyteller.

Mo Yidao's tiger eyes opened slightly, his iron tower-like body was slightly erected backwards, the man subconsciously tensed his body.

"Storyteller, you don't have a story that he can sing to death, it's too bad."

The shopkeeper cheered up and said, "Guest officer, do you want to brush your teeth or drink tea?"

The blind old man seemed to be aware of the surrounding atmosphere, and he still shook his head: "It's too old, too old. It's a little new to talk about things that have happened for hundreds of years."

After all, the blind old man came down with a broken knife in his arms. Mr. Storyteller was not a poor and timid person, so he subconsciously stepped aside.

Mo Yidao put the heavy hammer on, picked up the blade and looked at it carefully, breathed heavily on the blade, and accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, the visible blade air flew out, leaving a trace under the alloy floor.Knife marks like that are everywhere, densely spread all over the boiler room.

"Your story is fine."

(End of this chapter)