The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Zhaodi, Jiushoutang.

The sound of tinkling iron is a daily occurrence here. Nearly 80% of the magic weapons of China's knives are produced here, and even reincarnated people come here to buy.

Except for the formation masters who everyone can learn first hand, the second way of alchemy belongs to the people's livelihood of monks. The former is food, without elixir, it is difficult to thrive, or even stunted. Only the living immortal Li Changsheng really achieved growth without taking pills. Even immortals as strong as swords still need to take pills.

It's not that if you don't take the elixir, you can't increase your realm, but it's very slow, and you will be caught up by others.

The latter is clothes, and I am embarrassed to go out without a magic weapon, and I am weak when fighting skills. The improvement of the monk's combat effectiveness by the magic weapon is not insignificant, it is equivalent to an ordinary person equipped with a gun.

Jiushoutang can be said to be a well-known master craftsman in Shenzhou. Recently, because he is on the right team, he has received strong support from Yuegong. How strong is it? It is almost to turn Jiushoutang into a new era military-industrial complex.

The sect originally had fewer than a few dozen people, but now it has expanded to tens of thousands. With the full support of the ruling machine, all qualified weapon refiners among the five or six million people have entered the Jiushoutang.

Some small sects were even merged into it before.

The heads of this sect naturally agree with both hands and feet, not only can they climb the big tree of Taiyin Xingjun, but they can also pass on the inheritance in vain.

Mo Yidao didn't have any objections either. He didn't value inheritance, but he wouldn't reject the benefits of taking it for nothing. After all, I also want to practice, the more resources the better.

The current environment may disappear when it will disappear. Naturally, the sooner the cultivation base recovers, the better. After breaking through the transformation of the gods, it may be able to reach a higher level.

Mo Yidao beat the knife as usual.

"Master, the people from the government have been waiting outside for a long time."

"If there is something urgent, I will tell you directly. I am not free now."

"yes."

The disciple was ordered to retreat, and soon there was a slight quarrel outside, but it was drowned out by the sound of clanging iron in the next second.

At this moment, Mo Yidao was at the critical moment of forging a certain golden elixir magic weapon, and he must not fall short, so no matter how urgent the government was, they had to wait. Besides, with his current strength, although he is said to be the first echelon of China, he is not considered the top.

What needs him is not necessarily small things, but big things will never fall entirely on his shoulders. There are still 5 Zhenguo-levels on it, and there is an immortal above the Zhenguo-level, and his Bajue can only be ranked third.

This is the benefit of improper leadership. It is easy to solve small things, and you don't have to take responsibility for big things. But people always want to be that chicken head, but unfortunately he is not as good as Xingjun in terms of strength.

He was almost killed by a few random thunderstorms, as if he was facing the thunder of a fairy. From then on, Mo Yidao was convinced and never complained.

This is how the strong are respected.

If there is no strength like Mo Yidao's level, he will not be easily subdued. The identity of the fairy wife can only win respect but cannot make them obey. After all, what they respect are living immortals, and those who borrow the name of immortals will be lowered.

In other words, should I find a reason to visit the immortal, but will it be a bit abrupt to come suddenly? But after all, the other party taught me the way of transforming gods in my previous life...

Mo Yidao was suddenly distracted, he felt a familiar aura appearing in his sect.

"Friend Hua?"

Fellow Daoist Hua, whose full name is Taoist Huaxu, is the third largest sect in Zhao Kingdom after Moon Palace and Jiushou Hall. Taoist Hua Xu is also quite strong. Although he didn't have the stage of becoming a god in his previous life, he was also the top Nascent Soul. Maybe he has the hope of breaking through to become a god in this life.

The two had known each other for a while, so they naturally remembered each other's breath.

What is he doing in my Jiushou Hall?

Before he could stop what he was doing or ask through voice transmission, a voice came from outside.

"Fellow Daoist Mo is busy with the matter at hand. Pindao happened to pass by here, so I will help you solve it first."

As soon as the voice came, the other party's breath quickly moved away in the next second.

Such behavior aroused Mo Yidao's doubts.

"Strange, my friendship with him should not be so good."

The two of them just nodded their heads, why did the other party help him so enthusiastically all of a sudden? Is there anything special about the things the government wants to entrust me with?

Mo Yidao speeded up his movements while thinking, and the ominous premonition grew stronger as time passed. Driven by this anxious emotion, the efficiency has increased several times faster.

About the next morning, Mo Yidao walked out of the knife forging room, by which time the officials had already returned.

He didn't care to wipe off the fly ash on his body, so he called his disciples to inquire.

"What did the government ask me for yesterday?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the government sent a decree."

The eldest disciple recalled what happened yesterday. If he hadn't practiced before, he would not have remembered it, but after practicing, his memory has been enhanced like never before.

He said in a simple and honest voice: "There is a biography written on it, the decree of the immortals, ordering the world's golden elixir to go to the Yangtze River and enter the Dragon Palace."

"Originally, the government said that they could wait for you for half a day. If we send a special plane not far from Changjiang Road and Haikou, it can arrive in an hour, and it will take about this time for you to fly by yourself."

The Yangtze River is only 300 kilometers away from here.

"What did you say?!"

Mo Yidao raised his voice slightly, then stepped forward and grabbed his disciple's shoulder, and that tower-like figure enveloped him.

"Who sent the decree?"

The eldest disciple wanted to retreat without a way out, so he repeated again: "Government."

"who?"

"A living immortal."

"Why didn't you say it earlier! Traitor!"

"I……"

The eldest disciple looked at the already red and warm master, and was speechless for a while.

He has called many times, and it was the master himself who said to wait a while. And the disciple himself is also a craftsman, so he understands how precious a Golden Core stage magic weapon is, and how careful it is during forging.

Moreover, Living Immortal didn't ask for their master by name, and the government also said that they came to invite them specially because of the strength of the master.

Due to various reasons, the eldest disciple felt that there was no need to disturb the master.

But in the next second, Mo Yidao used practical actions to tell his disciples the necessity of this matter.

I saw him flying three knives out of the knives room with a random move, and then hurried out with the knives on his shoulders, not forgetting to curse: "I'll deal with you when I come back!"

"And that goddamn Hua Xu, old Niubi, don't let me meet him in private."

The eldest disciple stayed where he was, flustered by the wind, still thinking about a sentence in his mind.

As for?

It's not that the disciples don't understand the weight of living immortals, but they don't need to name them, so there is no need to rush there like this. Furthermore, the image shown by the immortals to the outside world so far is upright, and they should not care about this matter.

But he forgot one thing, rare things are precious.

Others who rule the world are "you work for me", while immortals are "don't find trouble for me". The monks talk about cause and effect, and even more about repaying kindness, but they basically can't repay kindness.

Because the immortal is too strong, almost all aspects are powerful without dead ends.

To put it harshly, Mo Yidao and the others are just a group of children who want to behave in front of their elders. In fact, compared to Li Changsheng, he is indeed a child, no matter in terms of age, ability, or being taken care of.

Who in Kyushu has never received a little subsistence allowance from the spiritual library, and whose first stop when young was not to look up under the moon palace.

A piece of decree, like flying snow in June, spread throughout China in an instant.

On this day, Jindan Daoist volleyed in the sky, and the thousand miles of sky became the flying sword of immortality, like light, like stars.

The forces of all parties know that there are so many people in the Immortal Dao, and there are so many mainstays. In terms of ordinary golden elixir, there were at least 200 people present. Usually, there is only one golden elixir in a city. Why did they suddenly appear together today?

The government was also stunned. They found that there were more people present than the Jindan monks they recorded in their records, and many of them had never shown their faces.

Are you so resistant to eating imperial food?

The government suddenly felt a little sad. The benefits they gave were not as good as a decree.

I am like a dog licking, trying my best to please the goddess. Suddenly one day, it was discovered that the goddess turned out to be someone else's licking dog, and she was also one of many licking dogs.

It was too shocking.