The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down - Chapter 230 Immortals drink Coke and joke that the world is against ministers

  Chapter 230 Immortals drink Coke, laughing and talking about all the rebels in the world

  Davine Mountain.

  Lu Haochu, Zhao Si and an elder from the Shangqing Palace Jindan arrived here again by helicopter, preparing for the fifth meeting.

   "Old Lu, how long will the negotiations last?" Zhao Si asked.

"The talk is over." Lu Haochu paused and said in a low voice: "At present, we both know what the other party wants, but the two sides are unwilling to make more concessions. From my experience, either the stalemate lasts for a long time, or suddenly fight."

  Although the two parties did not talk about the death incident due to practicing Changchun Gong from the beginning to the end, they never separated from this matter.

   Negotiations will always be useful. The number of deaths is gradually decreasing with their negotiations. Now no one has died because of practice. During this period of time, Lu Haochu seemed to have returned to 5 years ago, when the government had a series of negotiations with practitioners, including how to persuade the other party to maintain the legal order on the surface.

  For example, not all mortals are good people, and it is impossible for a monk to put a sign on his head telling others not to mess with him. It is inevitable that some old people will blame the monks, and then the monks will kill them, which will lead to a series of vicious incidents.

  The work that the government needed to do at that time was to teach these powerful monks how not to get their hands dirty, how to use legal channels, and even how to use the government. Instead of drawing a sword to kill people immediately when something happens, and then leave in a hurry after killing people, and finally have the government wipe their ass.

  The situation is very different now. It is no longer the government to ask these practitioners, but to negotiate and negotiate on an equal footing. But the monks obviously didn't correct their attitude, and they still looked aloof when facing the government.

  It is true that the government does not have overwhelming power, but it is no longer the soft persimmon that anyone could kick.

   "Of course, it is not ruled out that people in the temple make concessions. It is said that some people suggested that the lower-grade spiritual veins should be given up."

   "Fuck, this is too aggrieved."

  Zhao Si cursed secretly, and said with an indignant expression: "They killed our people, threatened them with murder, and even gave them concessions. Isn't this a loss of power and humiliation of the country?"

  Although the government’s promotion of the public version of the practice method has caused huge controversy, even local practitioners do not support it. After all, the benefits are there. If the people absorb more aura, they will absorb less. Too many practitioners will also weaken their special status from the side.

  But Zhao Si, who became a monk halfway and was influenced by Li Yi's education, didn't think so, and even hated the behavior of such vested interests.

  Aura is born from heaven and earth, and all beings in heaven and earth have the right to absorb it. Leaving aside the existence of spirit veins that physically exist in the territory, it would be too much to monopolize something like air like spirit energy.

  The most important thing is that this undoubtedly hindered Yi Ge's great event of becoming a Taoist ancestor. He Zhao Si is firmly centered on the interests of immortals and will not waver!

   "Damn it, if it wasn't for Brother Yi not wanting to meddle too much, otherwise they would have jumped in some round."

Lu Haochu shook his head and said: "You're going to make it difficult for that one, regardless of whether he wants to move or not. The spread rate of your current Changchun Gong is not to mention that 700 or 800 million people have practiced it, and at least 10 million people have practiced it. So With many people scattered throughout the region, who can protect them?"

   "Moreover, Changchun Gong generally has an exemption requirement, and any problems in practice cannot be blamed on the editor, creator, or publisher."

  The last sentence is just the government's own excuse, and Lu Haochu also thinks it is very nonsense. This series of things has nothing to do with immortals, but it has something to do with the government and the whole society.

   This is not a simple death by promoting the practice, but a challenge to the entire social order by some people, purposeful and indiscriminate murder.

   "Aggrieved, too aggrieved."

  Zhao Si still yelled with dissatisfaction, but he quickly controlled his emotions before approaching the negotiation site.

  Although I hate this kind of **** thing, I can still get by. There is no way to let these guys go to **** now, and he will settle accounts later when he has strength.

   If you still don’t have that strength in the future, then frantically report to Brother Yi.

  The negotiating site is still set in an open space on the hillside. There is not even a decent table and chair here, and the two sides just stand in the open space to exchange ideas with each other.

Taoist Xuantian has never studied modern diplomacy-related disciplines, and he obviously has no spirit of negotiation. He still said frankly like the previous few times: "Aura is the root of monks, and spiritual veins are the root of sects. Both are indispensable. If the government is willing to give us a few spiritual veins, we are willing to provide any help."

"I will be responsible for reporting this to the temple." Lu Haochu smiled, and then he followed the earphones and asked: "As for the recent death cases, we would like to entrust you to investigate. Life in modern society Guan Tian, ​​as long as the person dies, the nature of the person will become different."

  In the beginning, Lu Haochu had a negotiating expert, but because this expert was a mortal, people in the sect didn't even bother to talk to him. In many cases, the atmosphere becomes stiff and the talks cannot go on, so negotiators have turned to command behind the scenes.

   But even so, the atmosphere is still very stiff, because the two sides have very few bargaining chips.

  The government still retains the red line of the spiritual veins, and can only increase the number of spiritual stones and cannot press the spiritual veins. The Zongmen insisted on holding on to the spirit veins, no matter how many spirit stones were added, it would not waver, but instead attracted some casual cultivators who were not involved in this incident to stand on the side of the government.

   But the problem is still not resolved, and the damage to Changchun Gong's reputation continues.

   Taoist Xuantian closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something in his mouth: "Aura is the root of monks, and spiritual veins are the root of sects."

  Anyway, they have plenty of time, so as long as the fairy doesn't speak, they will cling to it. And until now, the living immortals have not come forward, which shows that the immortals are also on the side of their monks, and they don't want to see the government completely monopolize the aura.

  Eternal Spring Kung Fu is not sure, but it was just spread by the government without authorization. The absence of living immortals made the many sects who were originally nervous all of a sudden have a lot of confidence.

  Although it is impossible for him to listen to all the sects when he comes forward, after all, the sect is a lovely sect but not all people from the age of immortals, but it is better than facing the majesty of the living immortals. For example, Taoist Xuantian has recently recruited some middle-of-the-road factions, and they want to come in and share a piece of the pie as soon as they see opportunities.

  Although Taoist Xuantian was annoyed by these people's sloppy temperament, he still had no choice but to win them over. The more people there are, the more bargaining chips you have in negotiating, and the higher the chance of getting a spiritual pulse.

  He is very clear about what he is doing, and he also understands that the promotion of Changchun Gong is inevitable. Now the attitude of the town and country level is ambiguous, and the living immortals have not expressed their position, so they can fish in troubled waters. Perhaps those supernatural beings are waiting for an opportunity, and when the time comes, all changes will come like a flood.

   Who doesn't know the relationship between living immortals and other gods in China, even sword immortals are related to immortals.

  There are many considerations for them, but in the end it is nothing more than a gamble.

   It's a pity that those who live in the age of immortals are unwilling to gamble. It is understandable for the likes of the Moon Palace and the Qing Palace, after all, the immortals are directly related to the forces. But why are big sects like Huolingzong and Tianji Pavilion still timid, and kick themselves out in fright as soon as they come to talk to them about this matter.

   "The temple of the spirit veins is already talking, before that we should lower the death rate."

   "Reiki is the root of monks, and spiritual veins are the root of sects."

  Are these monks all repeaters?

  Lu Haochu secretly cursed in his heart, now he must either give in or turn his back on him.

  【Group Lu, an ultimatum has been issued, there is no need to negotiate. 】

  The sudden order from the earphones made Lu Haochu stunned for a moment. How could the temple be so stubborn? According to his news channel, many people above proposed to use Huang Pin Lingmai to open the way.

   But finally he didn’t have to swallow his anger anymore, he looked up at Taoist Xuantian with a calm face again, and asked: “Final warning, if you are still stubborn, we will take necessary countermeasures.”

   "Aura is the root of monks, and spiritual veins are the root of sects." Taoist Xuantian still said that.

  Seeing that the other party still had such an attitude, Lu Haochu didn't care about etiquette any more, and said with a sneer, "According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the maximum penalty for buying a murderer is death. Don't think we don't know, and don't think we can't touch you."

   After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Taoist Xuantian frowned slightly and felt offended. As soon as he raised his hand, he saw the elder Jindan of Shangqing Palace who had been silent all this time opened his eyes slightly.

  A golden light flew out and hit him, although it didn't cause any damage, but it also made Taoist Xuantian dare not make any more moves.

  He is not much weaker than the Jindan of the Shangqing Palace, but at this time, he can't act rashly, because he will only fall into the trap of the opponent.

  After boarding the helicopter and leaving, Lu Haochu wiped off his sweat and thanked the elder Jindan: "Master, thank you for saving my life."

  Elder Jindan shook his head with a smile. This was originally his duty.

  Beside Zhao Si gave a thumbs up and said: "Okay, Lao Lu, pointing at Jin Danqi's face and scolding your mother, I would like to call you the number one foundation builder in China."

   "If you don't scold him, my heart will not be at ease." Lu Haochu let out a foul breath, and his whole body was very refreshing.

  He understands why so many practitioners don't like to work in the government. Among them, there must be an awkward self-esteem that doesn't want to work for mortals. But it is more subject to people's constant rebellion against their original intentions, and their mood will go wrong for a long time.

   "By the way, Lao Lu, have you received any news? Why are you so stubborn all of a sudden?" Zhao Si asked.

  He understands Lu Haochu's temperament. Apart from some bad tastes, he is a person who is very knowledgeable about current affairs and will not act emotionally.

   "The superior said that an ultimatum was issued, so I think it should be a fight."

  As soon as Lu Hao finished his first words, fiery red meteors appeared in his eyes, and then an unparalleled coercion fell from the sky, like a mountain pressing down.

  A bronze tripod descended from the sky, instantly covering the entire mountain.

   "Fucking green tripod?!"

  Qingding, the full name of which is Qingzhou Ding, is one of the most important weapons in the country.

  On weekdays, it is placed in the largest spiritual vein in Qingzhou to suppress luck and resist foreign enemies, and prevent the spiritual vein from falling into the hands of others. Once Jiuding is taken out, it means that the government will go all out, but is it time to go all out now?

   They still have Taoist Qingxuan who didn't make a move? And the living immortal didn't make a move?

   "This prime minister is very courageous, and he is so generous when he makes a move." Elder Jin Dan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw a figure on the hill shrouded by the nine tripods trying to escape with all his strength.

  It can carry the luck of a state and the country's most important weapon with supreme spiritual power. How can it be so easy to break through? But there is no way to kill a Jindan with this alone. Could it be that you want him to go in and fight?

  Shangqing Palace has an appointment with the government, and they can get as much power as they help. Now it seems that the government has given up

  Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand. An oval barrier opened and immediately wrapped the helicopter.

   "Close your eyes and protect your eyes and ears with spiritual power."

   "Old Lu is not right! Very wrong!"

  Zhao Si was trembling under the influence of heaven and man, but Lu Haochu had obeyed the elder's order and closed his eyes. When the two closed their eyes and protected their eyes and ears with aura, the whole world trembled in the next second.

  Above the altitude of tens of thousands of meters, the silver-white sharp sword dragged the flame, and arrived thousands of miles away at a speed of Mach 20 in an instant.

   Surpassing all the shield methods in the world today, only the technique of teleportation can match it.

  It broke through the clouds, plunged vertically toward the ground, and the speed skyrocketed again, accelerating! accelerate! Speed ​​up!

  In the big rattan mountain under the suppression of Jiuding, a small number of reincarnated disciples who were still unwilling to follow the government's advice to leave looked up at the sky, only the silver white sword remained in their eyes.

   Taoist Xuantian tried desperately to hit Jiuding, he had long lost his former calmness, only the madness to survive.

  Nuclear weapons are his last consideration for mortals, and he has become more and more indifferent to this kind of scruple after Jindan. His target is small and moves fast, even as long as he runs to a densely populated place, the opponent will not dare to attack.

  Cultivators have too many ways to avoid damage, and nuclear weapons are just empty destructive fireballs.

  The silver-white sharp sword pierced into this cage-like space without hindrance, Taoist Xuantian tried his best to bombard the nuclear warhead. He has read some modern scientific knowledge, and he knows that the trigger of a nuclear bomb is extremely strict, as long as it is cut in half, there is a high probability that it will not explode.

  A little white light lit up, everything around began to collapse, and all Taoism was slapped by the invisible big hand called shock wave.

  He is just a golden core, so how can he face the dragon's voice of a mortal.

  Boom! !

  Fire light engulfed everything. There was no mushroom cloud formed under the internalized space of Jiuding, but the high temperature of 100 million degrees Celsius burned everything like the real flame of the sun.

   One second, two seconds, three seconds

  The bright light gradually weakened. Lu Haochu opened his eyes and touched his body, but he didn't suffer any harm. It seemed that there was only a burst of light just now, and then there was no more sound.

  It seems to be watching a nuclear explosion through a screen, except for the light, there is no slightest movement coming out.

  He said incredulously: "I just faced the nuclear explosion with my mother's face? Fuck! Are those masters in the temple crazy? They are so ruthless, and this place is less than 30 kilometers away from the city."

   "Put a nuclear bomb on the ground of your own house. It was the first time to open a reservoir in the past, and it was the first time to use it to beat people!"

  Zhao Si and Lu Haochu looked up and saw the shock in each other's eyes. They realized that the government was about to use a knife, and a nuclear bomb would fly over in the next second.

  When were those officials so brave? Aren't you afraid of taking responsibility if you don't make it right?

   Just when they were shocked, flashes of white light came from the sky again, as if there were still nuclear bombs exploding in different places.

—

  In a luxurious courtyard in Donghai City, a bronze tripod descended from the sky and sucked everyone inside into the internalization space.

   An old man sat cross-legged in it, opened his cloudy eyes, and found that there was not much panic on the face of the unfamiliar courtyard.

   "What is the virtue of this old man? How can the government spend tens of millions of spirit stones to punish him? If you give this spirit stone to this old man, this old man will immediately withdraw from China."

  No one responded, the old man raised his hand and punched the invisible barrier, causing the whole space to tremble.

   "Don't use your so-called nuclear bombs to attack here, the old man is sure to bring the explosion to Donghai City."

  Boom! !

  Pedestrians or vehicles near the courtyard suddenly heard an explosion. When they looked up along the source of the sound, they did not see any fire or unusual places.

  An old man suddenly appeared in a narrow alley, his body was pitch black, blood was spitting from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

   "Good! Good! A mere mortal, enough courage!"

—

  Jingzhou, somewhere in the primeval forest.

  The plane hovered in the sky like a black eagle. A well-armed and well-equipped soldier slipped down on a zipline. The building hidden in the forest below had been blown to pieces.

  At this time, the flying sword happened to fly across the sky, directly attacking the black armed helicopter group and the heavily armed special forces. Accompanied by a crisp impact sound, a piece of black iron knocked down the flying sword.

  The little cultivator hiding in the forest widened his eyes, and saw 10 special forces forming a small group, and a huge black iron block was suspended in front of each small group.

  They are armed with firearms, well-cultivated, and stepping on formations, and the extremely hard and heavy iron block is their shield and weapon.

  Official monks never pay attention to whether they are good-looking or not. The talismans do not conform to the rules of the practice world. They only pay attention to a practicality.

   It is impossible for each person to configure a magic weapon, but ten people controlling a magic weapon not only lowers the price, but also exerts better effects.

   "The suppression of the seventh team is complete."

   "Sixth team suppressed."

   "The suppression of the first team is complete"

   "The second team found the target, found the target"

  With the sudden stop of the communication, a roar spread throughout the dense forest, and an unparalleled breath erupted from the depths of the dense forest.

   "Mice!"

  A golden light swept down, and the three monks turned into minced meat on the spot, and the indestructible block of black iron was also crushed into rubble.

  The burly Golden Core cultivator soared into the air, and then a bronze crown came down from a distance.

—

  The day and week were in complete chaos, and various miraculous scenes that were rarely seen in the past sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Some people fly into the sky in the daytime, some bronze tripods stand in the sky, and some people have a great sun on the ground

  The sects and casual cultivators who were negotiating with the government before were suddenly attacked by the government frantically. The swift and violent attacks caught everyone off guard. The entire cultivation world was in a state of bewilderment on this day, and all the monks either threw themselves into the battle or found a place to hide.

   There are not a few of the latter who sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and it can even be said that they account for the majority.

  On a certain cliff, three reincarnated people drank coke together, chatted and argued with each other, and ignored the turbulent situation outside.

   "The ancestor of your family also participated?"

   "Hey, I can't be persuaded. If you want to die, you can let him go. He was living a good life and received the government's salary every day. I don't want to accompany him crazy. It doesn't matter if he is dead. I don't like him long ago."

   "Hahaha me too, there is no generation gap with those old things."

   "The immortals didn't say anything, so they jumped out in a hurry, didn't they die? They are still angry hahaha, their anger is just a result of fighting for strength. Killing a few mortals really treats themselves as a hero."

   "Don't say it's the immortal who didn't say anything. I don't have the guts for the old man to ask me to **** it. But this mortal government is really capable, maybe it can be settled by itself."

   "Let's fight, let's fight, anyway, there are immortals who have the bottom line. His old man has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. If something happens, he will take care of it."

   "Shh! What kind of knife is so hot?"

  The three chatted with each other one sentence at a time, and touched the glass cups filled with Coke from time to time, praising how good the world is, and the variety of food is extremely rich.

  And there was a person tied to a tree stump not far away from them. This person was wearing a khaki Taoist robe, his facial features were bruised and swollen, and his consciousness was still vague.

   This is the comrade who just came to persuade them not to become angry, and was beaten to the ground by them.

   It is true that my own style of conduct is not as ruthless as these people, but if they really fight, they will screw their heads off, so that they can understand what is the magic method of reaching the peak.

  As for this incident, they will not get involved, neither the government nor those who jumped out to make trouble. Besides, this is also an opportunity for the government to prove itself. If everything depends on the powerful monks, what face do they have to talk about co-governance between immortals and mortals.

  Whoever has merit has the right, and mortals who want the right to speak must take some action. Otherwise, the government of Qidi will be completely attached to the sword fairy, or be swept away by flying generals like Qindi.

  Although their fairyland is very peaceful, it doesn't mean they are fools.

  (end of this chapter)