The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Thirty-three years of floods in the practice world.

An earthen city leading to Tianzhou Road, in the distance is a flat mountain road cast by great powers of cultivation with great mana, and mortals who are busy with travel and dust come here with their families.

If the conditions are excellent, there is an ox cart to pull it, so you don't have to walk by yourself, and those who are close to it have to ride a donkey or a horse.

This kind is usually the princes and nobles of various dynasties. During the great migration, there is only one name left of their former noble status. If you have the ability to help Asgard manage mortals, you can still maintain some status in coordinating various tasks of migration.

If he has no ability and just holds a so-called noble blood, he will soon become an ordinary person during the long migration. Because Asgard doesn't look at their bloodlines, it treats all mortals equally.

Except for a very small number of family members who have blood ties, they can get special treatment when they worship the fairy gate. However, these people are generally picked up directly by the disciples of their respective sects, and will not mix with ordinary people.

When the migrating people see the huge earthen city group sitting on the mountainside, there is no city wall, only densely packed houses, which can be roughly divided into two types. Or inlaid into densely packed cave dwellings in the mountains, or square houses completely made of loess.

"arrive!"

"Here we are!"

Accompanied by the cheers of the people, the mortals who walked in the front began to run faster, some even knocked down the people in front, and rushed towards the city recklessly.

The houses in Tucheng are limited, and Xiangong has no way to accurately calculate the number of people who migrate in each batch. Sometimes there will be vacancies, but more often than not it will be packed.

So it is very important to step into the city first, at least to have a place to stay.

"presumptuous!"

There was a loud shout in the sky, and a terrifying power fell from the sky. All the running people fell to the ground on the spot and fell into a coma. One of them even fell off the cliff, and his head was directly opened.

The cultivators standing in the air just watched this scene indifferently, and the Jin Dan who made the shot didn't even look at it.

I saw him looking down at the crowd like a long dragon and marching like ants, and his voice spread for more than ten miles: "Those who riot, kill without mercy."

The cold voice fell, mixed with the coercion of the monks, and the hundreds of thousands of mortals walking in the forefront all lowered their heads, with a trace of fear and awe in their eyes.

This may seem unsatisfactory, and it is not in line with the kindness to mortals advocated by Asgard, but this kind of behavior is acquiesced by Asgard. Because the premise of being kind is to obey the rules, and those who cause chaos in the great migration are no different from killing people.

So far, on the way of migration, death from exhaustion and disease accounted for the majority of the death toll, and hundreds of people died on the road almost every day. Most of these people are elderly or suffering from diseases. Then the second category is riots, including but not limited to camp roars, stampedes, food grabs, and so on.

There is never a shortage of opportunistic and unruly people in the world, and being strict with them is the greatest kindness to others.

Of course, this sternness is also mixed with the emotions of the monks, including resentment towards mortals, arrogance in their bones, and simple contempt for mortals.

This is a problem left over from the long-standing history of the practice world. Although there is an immortal palace, there is a living immortal who supports the common people. Most of the monks will look at this fairy's face, and don't have the same knowledge as ordinary people, but it doesn't mean they will love ordinary people.

Even among mortals, there are distinctions between rich and poor, high and low, and those with money and power don't treat mortals as human beings, let alone monks whose lifespan starts from a hundred years ago. In comparison, monks are much more benevolent than officials.

At least they rarely compete with the people for profit.

Closer to home.

After the strong suppression by the monks and the killing of several mortals who caused the riot, the crowd completely fell silent and accepted the monks' command docilely.

"Don't push, and don't crowd, anyone who pushes and slaps others will be killed without mercy."

"Go to the city first with children under the age of 10."

"If you are separated from your family members, follow the road to the end, and someone will call for you there."

"Whoever is raped, immediately hug the adulterer, and the Immortal Palace will uphold justice for you. No matter what his status is, even the emperor's old man will lose his head under the immortal law."

The monks flew through the crowd quickly, amidst their shouts, while the crowd restored order, there was also a little commotion. There are perpetrators who fear responsibility, and victims who need justice.

Without exception, these two kinds of people could not escape the eyes of the monks. I saw ordinary people being picked up by the sky and sent to special detention places.

In the end, only one of the two parties can get out alive, just like the Colosseum from a long time ago.

In troubled times, heavy codes should be used, the perpetrators should be killed, and the framers should also be killed. There is no need to worry about the monk's misjudgment. It is impossible for ordinary people to deceive the monk's eyes.

Above the city tower, Master Yunhua looked at the densely packed crowd. Seeing that it started to rain again, she waved a layer of light gauze from her sleeves.

The silver-white silk stretches for dozens of miles, sheltering the people who are on their way from the wind and rain.

This is the golden elixir magic weapon specially created by the Shangqing Palace. It is different from the previous magic weapons, and it is completely forged for ordinary people. Its purpose is to shelter from wind and rain. A light gauze can cover a radius of 30 meters and a length of up to hundreds of kilometers.

During the Great Migration, people who caught wind and cold were almost dead. The monks can easily cure the cold, but there is no way to cure the cold of thousands of people. Some migrations with a slightly larger number of people may infect hundreds of thousands of people in a single wind and cold.

"When and when will this migration end?" An elder from the same sect next to him sighed, "It's been 30 years, and if this continues, I don't know how many people's practice will be abandoned. Back then, we should have jointly signed a letter to the immortals, instead of being sent to the Moon Palace. scare."

Reverend Yunhua looked sideways slightly, and warned: "The way to force the palace to death, put away your little thoughts."

A year ago, 12 cultivating sects openly went to the Moon Palace to oppose the Great Migration that had been in preparation for 8 years. It was the first time since the Immortal Era that so many people openly opposed the Immortals.

The ending was naturally suppressed by the Moon Palace and the Shangqing Palace. In front of the two powers of the transformation stage, they were beaten down as soon as they uttered the first sentence.

However, contradictory causes and effects had already been planted, and Master Yunhua had heard hundreds of complaints in just one year. There are disciples in the sect, friends, and some irrelevant people.

The elder said a little unconvinced: "We have helped these mortals for 30 years, and we have done our best. If these 30 years are used for cultivation, maybe I have a glimmer of hope to break through Yuanying. Master, I am over 600 years old now. time is limited."

The lifespan of a Golden Core Stage is over 500 years old, and he can live up to 700 years old at the peak of his Golden Core cultivation. Now he is more than 600 years old, maybe tomorrow he will have five declines, and it is time to race against time. Only by breaking through the Nascent Soul can there be a chance of survival.

But he couldn't break through, even if he was given another 100 years, he couldn't break through.

Master Yunhua is very aware of the background of his elder, and from his point of view, he doesn't think that the other party can break through the Nascent Soul, but this can't take away the cultivation of others.

He slightly slowed down his voice and said: "The next round of rotation is about to start, I will help you to submit the list."

At the beginning, there were very few complaints among the monks, but since the start of the Great Migration, there have been more and more complaints. Because the number of rotations is decreasing, less than 10% of people can rotate now.

The general candidates are monks who are in urgent need of a breakthrough.

The elder immediately smiled and said: "Thank you, Sect Leader, thank you Sect Leader."

The elder left satisfied, and Master Yunhua continued to stand on the cloud, watching over the migrating crowd. From time to time, he had to kill some monsters that escaped from the ancient mountain. These monsters were also affected by natural disasters, and now they are dizzy and bloated with hunger.

Faced with the huge crowds of the Great Migration, there will naturally be people who are not afraid of death and want to snatch food from them.

Master Yunhua looked at the rioting crowd, at the mortals who put on evil faces, there were always rapers and looters, there were countless people who stole, and it was not uncommon to form gangs.

Over time, he also became a little bored.

Sunrise and sunset, and the heavy rain fell again and again. Master Yunhua sat on the cloud for two full years.

He no longer remembers how many migrants he picked up and how many mortals he killed in order to maintain order, but his inner fatigue grew heavier.

Is it really necessary to save these ignorant mortals?

Suddenly a ray of light flew over from the sky, and two figures approached rapidly, both of them were Golden Cores. One of them is the elder in the sect that he sent back two years ago, and the other is the Jindan from Shangqing Palace.

Master Yunhua narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw that Jin Dan from Shangqing Palace was carrying the elders in his sect, the elders were disgraced and had obviously been severely beaten.

Seeing Master Yunhua, the elder hurriedly shouted: "Sect Leader, save me!!"

The golden elixir of the Shangqing Palace stopped in front of Master Yunhua, took out the bright yellow jade silk, bowed slightly with hands folded, and said, "I pay my respects to Master Yunhua, this is the decree of the Immortal Palace."

Reverend Yunhua took the decree and took a closer look, the content inside was the punishment for him, an elder in the sect.

[The real person Yun Fan of the Xianxia School can't resist the decree, and he won't be sincere if he gets the result. Therefore, it is punished to guard No. 23 Tucheng, Class A, to help the people of Li, and to repay the cause and effect. 】

"Senior, this junior still has a task to do, so I left first."

The golden elixir of the Shangqing Palace carried the flying magic weapon and disappeared into the sky under the rays of the sun.

The workload of the monks in one palace and two sects is more than three times that of other monks, and they rarely stay in one place for more.

There were only two people left above the clouds, and the atmosphere was silent.

The elder in the door lost his expression, and whispered in his mouth: "I just failed once, give me a few more years and I will definitely break through, and I will definitely break through Nascent Soul!"

Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward and knelt in front of Yuan Hua.

"Master, you must help me, I'm already in decline!"

"You took the baby-forming pill from the spirit library?"

"..."

"Stay here and repay the karma."

Master Yunhua patted the other person on the shoulder, both comforting and warning.

Immortal Palace is not sympathetic at all, and will even give resources to monks who are about to break through, such as various pills for breaking mirrors. But everything has a price, no matter whether the breakthrough is successful or not, you need to do things for the Asgard, and write down the contract in black and white.

If it is successful, the monks will naturally be willing, but if it is not successful, some people will think it is the second time.

There are not a few people who repent.

Elder Jin Dan didn't know if he listened to it or not, he was still muttering on the spot and try again, he will definitely be able to successfully break through the Nascent Soul.

Master Yunhua ignored it, because he chose it himself.

A month later, the elder Jindan who failed to break through escaped and was captured by monks from Shangqing Palace. A head was delivered to Master Yunhua, and many monks saw it.

This is a warning, a warning to all monks who have such thoughts.

"Why."

Master Yunhua shook his head and sighed, he could feel that the Shangqing Palace was also becoming more and more severe in the confrontation with the immortal sects of the world.

———————

The 34th year of the Sendo flood.

The Xianxia faction has completed the handover with other sects, and they will no longer be in charge of the Tucheng on the way of migration.

When Daoist Yunhua came to Tianzhou, he saw a huge city standing on the plateau at some time, and countless mortals were recuperating in it. The endless rice fields have covered the desolate desert with a golden coat, and countless farmers wearing straw hats are working in the breeze.

On the ridges extending in all directions, there are wives and children bringing food for their husbands, and there are porters carrying tea and shouting everywhere.

In today's troubled times, it is like a lotus flower that emerges from the mud without being stained, and it is like the legendary Taoyuan Township.

Many monks of the Xianxia Sect watched this scene in amazement, but soon their expressions became a little weird, and it could even be said that they were heartbroken.

"Master, these fields are all supported by spiritual energy."

"...It's really outrageous. Such precious spiritual energy is actually used to farm for mortals."

"Xiangong controls 60% of the world's spiritual veins, and would rather share them with mortals than us."

Hearing the doorman's complaints, Master Yunhua just sighed and shook his head. In the past, he would definitely scold him, but now complaints are also the mainstream.

Just don't know when it will explode.

———————

35 years since the Sendo flood.

The number of Tianzhou human race has reached 10 million, which is equivalent to two mortal dynasties. In order to cope with the increasing population, the first palace and the second sect decided to increase the planting of spiritual fields, and at the same time temporarily cut down the expenditure of some monks' spiritual banks.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused an uproar, and the entire cultivation world was shaken.

All the monks couldn't sit still.

You must know that 60% of the spiritual veins in Kyushu are controlled by one palace and two sects. The spiritual vault can be said to be the entrance and exit of the spiritual veins in the world. I don't know how many monks rely on the spiritual vault to practice.

One palace and two sects want to reduce the supply of monks, which is equivalent to touching everyone's cake. How can they not be in a hurry?

Many monks approached the Moon Palace in charge of the spiritual storehouse, wanting to ask for an explanation, but they were kicked out by Taiyin Xingjun before they could say a few words.

Taiyin Xingjun's response left people speechless.

"Spiritual veins are obtained by immortals, don't take Xian's kindness for granted."

Sixty percent of the spiritual veins controlled by the Immortal Palace were killed by the Immortals in the past. According to the ancient rules, those with strong treasures live in them, and they belong to the Immortals in terms of emotion and reason.

But there are only so many spirit veins in the world, so they can't go and grab the Immortal Palace, can they?

—————

The 37th year of the Sendo flood.

After 5 years of migration, all the human races from Kyushu have migrated to Tianzhou, and the number of people has approached 20 million. Compared with the 40 million before the migration, it can be said that more than half of them were killed or injured.

These people either died on the road, or they did not agree to the migration and stayed where they were and were swallowed by the flood.

No one cares about the dead because the living are still struggling.

The soil on the Tianzhou Plateau is so barren that only some grass can grow, and in some places it is even permafrost. Such a harsh environment does not mean that the more people the better, the people have no way to reclaim the land independently, they can only grow spiritual rice that needs spiritual stones to support.

The spirit stones are limited, and more than half of those originally used for monks to practice are now used for mortals to farm.

Although all these spirit stones come from the spirit storehouse, they are actually the property of immortals. But for so many years, everyone has relied on the spiritual library for food, and over time, most of the monks have relied on the spiritual library.

One palace and two gates cut off the supply of spirit stones in such a way that many monks could not even maintain their daily practice needs. Capable people fled overseas directly, and some sects even moved out with their clans.

And the vast majority of people do not have the ability and courage to escape from Kyushu, because natural disasters are not only aimed at Kyushu, the external environment is also harsh. It's just that the 20 million oil bottles brought by Kyushu made it difficult.

The problem of food for mortals and the practice of monks, the choice of one house and two schools is biased towards the former.

The final conflict broke out in the 38th year of the Xiandao flood. The 24 great sects of Xiandao, famous figures from all sides, and tens of thousands of monks gathered in the Shangqing Palace to confront the Qingxuan Taoist.

Some people want to restore the supply of spirit stones, some people want to give up mortals, and some people just want to practice with peace of mind.

When Asgard paid them enough, everyone signed the contract. But now that 38 years have passed, everyone is exhausted and doesn't want to worry about ordinary people's affairs anymore.

Many sects even risked being held accountable by keeping their disciples behind closed doors, or simply hiding talented disciples.

Daoist Yunhua, as one of the few peak Yuanying peaks, stood in front of Taoist Qingxuan, bowed his hands and said: "I also ask Daoist Qingxuan to grow up to complete us, we just want to return to the mountain to practice, and don't care about the affairs of the world."

Taoist Qingxuan was speechless.

In terms of law, he has the advantage, and all the sects and the first palace and the two sects have signed in black and white. To help mortals overcome this difficulty, 40% of the spiritual veins held by the spiritual library will be given to them, and at the same time, there will be many treasures from heaven and earth.

Now that they have taken the treasures of heaven and earth, it is the spiritual pulse after the mission is completed.

But logically, he couldn't blame these people.

They have tried their best, and thirty years of running around day and night have exhausted their benevolence. Now abandoning the spiritual vein, it is difficult to find fault if you want to quit.

Comparing his heart to his heart, it is difficult for Taoist Qingxuan to say harsh words.

All the monks bowed their hands and said in unison: "I also ask the Taoist Master Qingxuan to be perfect and let us go back to the mountain."

Qingxuan sighed and said: "You go back first, wait for me to contact the immortal leader."

"We are here waiting for the immortal."