Chapter 213: Practicing God to return to weakness, now complete.

In the Gengzi Year, nearly 400 years ago in the Sword Immortal's poem, the world was in chaos for 40 years. The human race's territory changed dynasties, and the number of casualties exceeded tens of millions.

Fortunately, all the weird natural disasters are subsided, and the demonic fire that could burn the entire plain and consume the food supply of 70 million people has never appeared again. Although there are still wars among mortals, new ones are gradually appearing one after another.

Countries and dynasties in each region are being unified.

Even without the intervention of the monks, mortals would still restore peace in their own way. On the contrary, with the intervention of the monks, the hero who was supposed to be able to unify the world and reorganize the world ended up dead without a burial place. Everything in the ordinary world was destroyed.

Depending on the spiritual world outside the mountain, the change of dynasty is not what the people want, but what the people on the mountain say.

Whether it exists or not does not come from the people of the world. No matter how you strategize, no matter how you win the hearts of the people of the world, it will be useless.

However, now the Jianzong has regained peace, and issued an edict to the world.

Since then, immortals have returned to immortality, and ordinary people have returned to mortal life.

In the ordinary world, all the princes and heroes, whether they were born rich or noble, or those who wielded swords to conquer the world, had a feast. There were some changes in the originally gray world. Some dragons returned to the sea, and tigers returned to the mountains.

The potential. A pool of stagnant water has set off a turbulent wave. No one knows whether this will lead to greater killings or the beginning of another prosperous age.

The monks no longer care about the secular world, or those who want to care about it are dead, and the remaining sects are still closing their doors. The non-sectarian cultivators remain in a corner as always. They cannot stir up major events in the world, and therefore they survive.

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However, the city where scattered cultivators gathered inevitably fell into desolation. Countless people and trees were soldiers, and some even went far away from the human race. However, no foreign race from the four directions dared to invade, and everything fell into a strange peace.

He Kun bowed his waist and continued to walk forward, speaking in a hoarse and light voice, as if he might die at any time.

Looking outside the mountain, countless mortals gathered at the foot of Tianjian Mountain. They built a rooftop, offered three sacrifices, and lit incense.

He Kun's face turned slightly red. The wine was not enough to make him drunk, but he wanted to be drunk.

"It's been so long, I'm getting old, and my memory is getting worse and worse."

Treasure creatures are the most precious things.

If it is not what he needs, he will never take half of it, let alone be greedy.

"Please cheer up again and don't just want to die. There are many things worth seeing in this world, and the world has not yet truly been at peace. The world needs saints to see it, and kings need immortal governors. That's how it works.

It’s peaceful.”

A mortal wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a flat crown stood on the rooftop.

The Taoist priest looks very old, with gray hair, and his face is full of wrinkles and age spots. His pupils are cloudy, his body is thin, and he is always stooped when walking.

A drop of water slipped from Li Changsheng's cheek, and he reached out and patted He Kun who was leaning against him.

What's more, He Kun is already half-disabled at the moment, and the fact that he can hold on until now is enough to show that he has a high level of practice. If it were him, he would have passed away seven years ago.

"Eat it and I'll help you refine it."

Li Changsheng didn't answer, so He Kun took it as if he agreed and took out a few jars of rice wine and an earthen bowl from the hut he built himself. This was too simple for the monks, but it was enough for the two of them.

Taoist Tingqing replied: "This is the tenth year. It has been seven years since you passed the critical point of life and death."

Now the monks don't care, the mortals will choose the hero.

On top of the dragon's head, a Taoist in white clothes sits upright with his eyes half lowered. No one in the world dares to look at his majesty.

Jiazi, the heavenly stem, is named after the heavenly stem, and Jiazi is the year, which is the most precious treasure of heaven and earth.

"Elder He, the world is at peace."

He Kun continued: "Brother Li, everything has animism, so don't kill anymore. Look at how spiritual this little guy is, so don't do it."

What else is there to hope for?

But in the end, he still couldn't let go of Li Changsheng, and couldn't just watch the other person become completely obsessed. Li Changsheng's obsession was too deep. This obsession was not created in a day, nor was it created by him alone.

Li Changsheng is very strong. If one-on-one, there are probably few opponents in the world, but two fists are hard to beat with four hands.

Taoist Tingqing hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and flew after him. After a while, he suddenly flew back and slammed into the mountainside.

The great elder's answer is that the heavenly stem armor is formless and the armor wood is thunder. Thunder is the boo of Yang Qi.

That's why he seems to dislike fighting and has a peaceful temperament.

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As soon as he finished speaking, Li Changsheng directly flicked the beads into He Kun's mouth, then pressed him to the ground and sat cross-legged in meditation.

"Elder He, how should I save you?"

He Kun's hair turned gray again and there were some wrinkles on his face, but he was not as aged as he was three years ago. This was because he no longer deliberately suppressed his injuries and allowed his life to come to an end.

"Recovering the land of the Wei Dynasty is all under the control of Zhenren Guanwu. We hereby establish the country and establish the Yuan Dynasty Guanwu!"

Jian Zong just wanted to end the troubled times early and let less people die in the world, and that was enough.

It's Yun Shu, it's him, it's a disciple of the Sword Sect, it's everything he has experienced.

"My minister, I have upheld the law of heaven, obeyed all the people below, and driven away a hundred years of troubles. I am worthy of becoming a great hero in the world. In the year of Wuzi, I set up a sacrifice at the foot of Tianjian Mountain to inform the immortals."

"Brother Li, you were born in a farm family, so you should have been used to separation from relatives and friends for a long time. Now hahahaha, you act like a child, which is really funny."

"Senior He, you should rest more and wait for Senior Li to get the Heavenly Stem Jiazi."

The two of them sat on the floor in the ruins of the Sword Sect's main hall, and drank from bowl after bowl. The once-first sect in the world had long been buried under the shade of green, and was no longer as grand as before.

After a while, he said in a calm tone: "I can save you, just wait for me."

He remembered that a few years ago, Li Changsheng took him to a small mountain village in Mortal, probably only a hundred miles away from Tianjian Mountain. Later, he understood a truth, the world will continue to rotate after whoever leaves it. In the past, the big sects were in charge of the peace of the world.

In one place, after the Sword Immortal, the Sword Sect rules the world.

"Are you a monk?" Li Changsheng interrupted, and then he closed his five fingers to completely extinguish Tiangan Jiazi's intelligence. When he opened it again, there was already a crystal clear bead in his hand.

Can we live in peace forever and ever?

He Kun has been thinking about this question during this time, and the answer he finally came to is no. The world is constantly changing, and rise and fall are all laws. There is no eternal peace or eternal chaos.

"Brother Li, that magical medicine is the lifeblood of the mountain demon clan. How can you still kill the entire ancient sacred mountain? This is not your style. You have gone crazy."

"Life and death are determined by God. I, He Kun, have never regretted this. This is my end."

"I can't let go."

Li Changsheng paused for a moment, then raised his head and drank a large bowl of wine. When he put down the glass again, his cheeks were a little rosy.

Green grass grows between the cracks in the stone, moss grows on the stone monument, and birds fall on the feathers combed on it.

He took another step forward in his Taoism and became stronger.

After saying that, He Kun closed his eyes and snorted evenly.

The mountain wind carried his voice into Tianjian Mountain, over the countless tombstones on the mountainside, across the ruins, and finally into the main hall.

Taoist He Kun and Ting Qing raised their heads, sincerely feeling their own insignificance and insignificance. The Taoist in Long's hands did not use any aura to suppress them, and just the exposed aura made people fearful.

Although it was a question, He Kun knew that even if he shook his head, the other party would force it into his mouth, so he could only nod and answer: "I'm not sure, Brother Li's transformation into a god is not a stone on the roadside. If it can't be done, it won't be done.

He Kun smiled slightly, his pale eyebrows curved, and said softly: "Come have a drink with me."

The thunder dragon disappeared, and the Taoist floated down, holding a ball of thunder in his hand, with a dragon-shaped shadow swimming in it.

Li Changsheng sat there quietly and let him lean on him, drinking bowl after bowl of wine. After an unknown amount of time, he heard a voice, a voice from a mortal.

A Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe carried a bucket and wiped the continuous stone tablets halfway up the mountain.

Li Changsheng's face remained calm, and he said: "You have gained three more years of life. With your Taoism, you should be able to last another six years. I heard that there is a magic medicine in the ancient sacred mountain. Anyone who hears it can live a hundred years longer, and those who eat it will become immortals."

Senior Li's skill is based on nature, and his level is probably not much weaker than that of the Sword Immortal, or even worse. But it is difficult to defy destiny, and cultivation is ultimately a personal matter, and it is useless no matter how much others help.

"Have a good time! I'll have a rest today after getting drunk."

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"When you first came to the door, the disciples in the door wanted to cut you into pieces. I was stupid and laughed at that time, thinking that Xiao Yunshu had found someone he liked. If I had known, I would have cut you into pieces.

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Light blue, with wisps of thunder flashing on the surface.

"Don't stop for you like Xiao Yunshu. Practice and move forward. No matter what difficulties you encounter, no matter who dies, you must keep moving forward."

"No." Taoist Tingqing interrupted, "Cultivation is not a realm. Your realm is higher than mine, and your achievements are greater than mine. It takes ten thousand years for the Heavenly Stem to come out, but such heavenly and earthly treasures are enough for our seniors to break through to become gods.

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But now he needs Tiangan Jiazi to save a friend, a friend who talks a lot.

Li Changsheng nodded slightly, then picked up the wine jar and drank heavily. He Kun laughed loudly, then also picked up the wine jar and started drinking.

The mountain breeze blew through the spring mountains, and the desolate Jianzhong Mountains dissipated along with the last killing energy of the Jianzong disciples, and Tianjian Mountain became a little green again.

"Haha, if Brother Li said that, I would laugh at him."

In the past, Li Changsheng would not have caught it, let alone killed it. He had three refrains from killing: it was not what he wanted to survive, it was not for the safety of his relatives, and it was not what he did for the Tao.

The jars of rice wine were all gone in a short while. Fortunately, the Shangqing Palace prepared a lot of wine for them, and sent jars after jars in.

He Kun raised his voice slightly, raised his head and looked directly at the young man in white with a cold face.
To be continued...