There's something wrong with my master.

So that guy above is chewing garlic with his butt?

What kind of hobby is this...

Although I know that this loli is most likely joking, but what if it is true?

He shook his head and got rid of the strange thoughts in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Lin Xi slept for a long time. If the peach tree was not a spirit but an ordinary tree, her whole body would be covered with withered yellow leaves.

Originally, no one would disturb her, so she should sleep for another month or so before waking up.

Because sleeping in Yun Changsheng's arms really made her feel at ease.

And there is also her favorite swing.

However, one day, the blood-red evil spirit surged in Lin Xi's body.

She opened her eyes irritably, with a complaining tone in her voice.

"There's war again."

These emperors fight for fortune every other day, which makes people unable to sleep well.

Lin Xi's complaint received no response. She stretched her waist and looked at Yun Changsheng in confusion.

But Yun Changsheng was looking at those eyes in the sky.

"Do you really think that public opinion can represent God's will?"

"madness!"

It seemed like it was Him who was speaking, but also like not. Yun Changsheng was a little confused about who was speaking.

However, he felt that his progress in breaking through the Supreme Forgetfulness had entered another stage.

Maybe Lin Xi’s deductions over the past three years really triggered something.

It is also possible that something happened outside that could affect Yun Changsheng.

Chapter 384: Child's Play

For cultivators, the battle between countries is a battle of luck and a competition for cultivation resources.

But for ordinary people of the two countries, war is a relationship of aggression and being aggressed.

Even if they win, most mortals won’t necessarily be better off.

If we lose the fight, it is foreseeable that we will live a worse life.

So most mortals don't want to fight.

But the control of war has never been in the hands of mortals, but in the hands of monks.

The country that waged war against the Qian State was the neighboring Zhou State.

The ruler of Qian and the ruler of Zhou were from the same school, both were disciples of the Seven Swords Sect.

Although there are many disciples in a sect like the Seven Swords Sect, it is rare to find someone with talent like Wu Ji who can practice all the way to the Tribulation Crossing Stage without relying on external things in thousands of years.

Those who do not have enough talent but want to cultivate to the stage of transcending tribulation and eventually ascend to become immortals can only take the side path.

For example, becoming the ruler of a country and practicing with luck.

Or like Langya City, practice with merit.

This is a path of cultivation that has been proven to be successful by countless predecessors.

The competition is fierce, even among fellow disciples, sometimes they would fight for these training resources.

Other more unusual ones include spiritual objects in heaven and earth that can quickly improve one's cultivation or change one's aptitude.

This kind of incredible opportunity depends on one's personal fortune and is not available to everyone.

There are also evil ones, such as the devil cultivators.

Unfortunately, although the demon cultivators can cultivate very quickly, they are despised by the whole world.

Ever since the Heavenly Dao had the intention of destroying the world due to the evil thoughts of all living beings, for countless thousands of years, among the demon cultivators, only that killer had managed to overcome the tribulation and ascend to heaven.

The rest of the demon cultivators were strangled in the cradle before they could dominate a region.

After all, war only results in death, while the words of evil cultivators are like the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the hands of the barbarian chief, which can refine people's evil thoughts a thousand times.

There are many similar to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the magic cultivation techniques, some of which are even more inhumane.

No wonder the cultivators back then were so wary of the evil cultivators.

There may be other more bizarre and strange methods of cultivation, but there are very few records of them in the world.

In short, except for Yinxian and Hongchen, two European emperors with outstanding talents, the only way for others to succeed is through merit and luck.

Because this is a path that everyone can take.

Although these two roads are very crowded, countless people are still willing to go through fire and water for them.

……

……

"No monks will survive this war."

Yun Changsheng looked down from a high altitude and had the entire Qian Kingdom in his sight.

Lin Xi was sitting in the clouds and nodded when he heard this.

"It was originally a fight between fellow disciples. It's normal that no cultivator survived."

"As long as not too many mortals die, the monks can use their cultivation to create a few decades of good weather and good harvests, and then the world will be peaceful and prosperous again."

"As for the monks, they could have lived for a thousand or ten thousand years. It is not worth it for them to join the battle and sacrifice their lives just to fight for luck."

"Unless the opponent is a hostile sect, or the emperors of the two countries have deep-seated grudges, high-level cultivators rarely fight."

Yun Changsheng nodded upon hearing this.

He looked at the war below and controlled the clouds to hide the figures of the two men in the mist.

He didn't want to get involved in these things, he just wanted to watch quietly from the side.

The war did not last long.

At least compared to those national wars that lasted for several years, this war, which lasted less than a year, was indeed not very long.

Many militiamen were conscripted into the small town where Yun Changsheng lived.

At the beginning, the only son in each family was not conscripted.

Later, the Zhou State approached and captured seven cities in succession. Even the only son of the family in this small city was conscripted.

No matter how loudly the woman cried or how much she begged, she could not change the outcome.

After that...the grandfathers who still had some strength were also called up.

So many people were dispatched, but in the end only one in ten returned alive.

Lin Xi looked at Yun Changsheng's expressionless face, raised her slender hand, and tugged at his sleeve cautiously.

Then he said in a very low voice.

"Even if there were no monks, mortals would still fight."

"I remember that there is a record in the classics that in ancient times, the method of cultivating with luck had not yet been mastered by the cultivators. At that time, the mortal kingdoms would fight every few decades."

"Especially when the throne changes, the surrounding areas are unstable, and there will be fighting every other day."

"And the fight was more brutal and bloody."

Yun Changsheng was one of the victims of the war.

Lin Xi was once one of the leaders of the war. Although the reason for participating in the war was for the Seven Emotions Flower, it was understandable.

But she still subconsciously said a few good words for the monk.

It was not easy to regain the good impression. It would be too tragic if I lose it again because of this incident.

The clouds passed by slowly, carrying moist water vapor with them.

The two people's moon-white robes floated in the wind, and their headbands and long hair fluttered in the wind.

Yun Changsheng sensed Lin Xi's uneasiness, so he reached out and used his big hand to grasp the small hand that was pulling at the corner of his clothes.

He thought that he would have some feelings about war because he had experienced the hardships of war.

That's why it stayed in the sky and watched for several months.

Unexpectedly, because he was too forgetful, he didn't feel anything about these things, but this aroused Lin Xi's vigilance.

In that case, I won’t watch it.

Seeing that Yun Changsheng didn't mind this matter, Lin Xi added another sentence in a very low voice.

"From a mortal's perspective, these monks are really bastards."

"Don't worry about it."

Yun Changsheng showed a gentle smile on his face. He raised his other hand, touched Lin Xi's head, and ruffled her long hair.

Under Lin Xi's dissatisfied eyes, his smile became a little more wanton.

"gone."

As they spoke, the two of them walked down from the clouds, holding hands.

Although the Qian Kingdom mobilized many people and many people died, it was still defeated.

The territory of Qian State shrank again and again, and finally it surrendered, and Qian State officially became a part of Zhou State.

The emperor of Qian Kingdom was given the title of King Qian, and the small town where Yun Changsheng lived was also included in King Qian's fiefdom.

At this moment, the monks who have gained merits appear on the scene and slowly repair the broken mountains and rivers.

The wounded were treated.

Shops opened one after another.

Some of the women who lost their husbands and sons remarried, while others learned a skill.

Those who were too old and had difficulty making a living received a sum of money.

Just as Lin Xi said, after a few decades of good weather and harvest, the trauma of the war was gone.

As for hatred, how long can it be remembered?

Decades, or hundreds of years?

The emperor of Zhou Kingdom was a cultivator in the fusion stage. After merging with Qian Kingdom, he had a better chance of breaking through to the Mahayana stage.

At that time, his life span will be recorded in ten thousand years.

He doesn't care about the hatred that has lasted for dozens or hundreds of years.

After issuing the decree to maintain stability, the emperor of Zhou went into seclusion.

As long as he is strong enough, there will be people to help him deal with the following matters.

Monks from all walks of life were running around, and golden merits were descending from time to time.

However, there were no cultivators in King Qian's fiefdom to gain merit.

Everyone knew that King Qian was in a bad mood after losing the fight.

Many of the monks under his command defected to the Emperor of Zhou. Naturally, these monks did not want to offend King Qian.

It would be bad if I became the target of King Qian's venting.

As for the cultivators of Zhou Kingdom, they were unwilling to offend a cultivator in the fusion stage.

The cultivators who are still staying in King Qian’s fiefdom are all King Qian’s former direct descendants.

However, since King Qian was giving up, they naturally gave up as well. They all went into seclusion to practice, and left the management of civilian affairs to their lieutenants.

Life continues.

The pain brought by the war is still clearly visible, but people must always live and look forward.