800 years of the fairy calendar, New Year, the first year.

Since it is the first day in a hundred years, it is called the first year, which means the beginning of a hundred years.

At this time, even the powerful monks who did not celebrate festivals in the past would buy a set of clothes for themselves and dress them up carefully. And not to mention mortals, for many people it is lucky to be able to spend the first year once, and it is also the only time in their lives.

The city is lit up with lanterns, and lanterns are hung in every house.

The White Jade Palace is also hung with red lanterns, fading away from the coldness of the past and making it more festive.

And the immortal powers are showing off their flowers, wearing red and purple, and some of them are even painted with rouge powder.

Instead of discussing the world's major affairs as in the past, they were discussing where to play later.

After all, the first year of the New Year once in a hundred years, even they don't often live, and many people live about 1,000 years old, and they can only live ten times in their lives. Therefore, even if it is a great power with a long lifespan, it is very important to this New Year.

Even people who don't really want to celebrate the festival are affected by their surroundings.

Relatives and friends of the same realm have gone to the festival, unless life and death are at a critical juncture, few people can ignore the things outside the window and detach themselves from the red dust. In addition, the first year was only a 10-day event, which was only a blink of an hour for the monks, and there was no harm in relaxing.

If there are too many activities for the Terran New Year, lantern festivals, operas, flower houses, cruises, and even driving a sightseeing flying boat to revisit Kyushu thousands of years ago.

The lantern festival is the choice of most people, and it belongs to the fairy and everything that is suitable for everyone. Even the thousand-year-old monks don't mind going to this kind of place to join in the fun and feel the fireworks in the world.

Hualou opera is a little more mortal, and the old monks are generally not interested.

There are two types of cruise ships, the former is more expensive, and the latter is relatively cheaper. But the monks were generally not interested in flying boats, because they flew every day.

The monks prefer to swim in the water, which is more in line with nature.

"Yundong City is going to hold an extremely grand lantern festival, I wonder if you are interested?"

"There are lanterns every year, so I would say that it is better to visit Kyushu again. Recently, the world has been much more stable, and we can go and look for the relics of our predecessors, such as the relics of the Sword Sect. ”

"If you want to revisit Kyushu, it will take a few years. Ten years after the Yuan meeting, he was on duty in the poor road, so he didn't go. ”

"If you don't go to the Lantern Festival, you can't revisit Kyushu, you won't go to Hualou, right? Let's just go to Qingqiu together. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent and turned to look at the monk.

An alchemist with a goatee.

Going to Qingqiu? What a genius idea this is!

Someone said righteously: "The old man has always been a righteous gentleman, and he is not interested in Hualou. Brother Ke, if I want to go, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman, I just heard that Qingqiu is beautiful, and I have no other meaning. ”

"It's the same with the poor road."

"Qingqiu is rich in human geography and is indeed worth visiting."

"I heard, it was Brother Ke who proposed it."

Everyone nodded, and the alchemist was a little confused, and hurriedly explained: "No, I don't, I'll just say, I am also a righteous gentleman and never go to Hualou." ”

However, no one listened to him explain, Hualou would definitely go, but it had a bad reputation if he went directly.

They are also characters with heads and faces, how can they go to have fun openly? Although I don't commit a crime, I still want a face.

"Brother Ke said to go to Qingqiu, what do you think?"

"Agreed."

"Go together, go together."

On the high platform, Li Changsheng prepared a stack of red envelopes as in previous years, with a copper coin in it, that is, a New Year's coin.

Then it was distributed to the group of powerful monks below, and it was not a valuable item, just a simple copper coin. But every year there are still a lot of people who come to ask for it, and many people squatted here last night.

"I've given out red envelopes."

As soon as these words came out, the powerhouses below who were discussing which flower building to go to Qingqiu suddenly dispersed, and a long queue formed in an instant.

A group of old men who are less than 500 years old and started took the red envelopes with both hands like children.

And they compare the immortals to the children, in their cognition, the immortals have been present since their birth.

On the other hand, Li Changsheng did grow up watching these people. The people who can step into the White Jade Palace generally have at least the peak cultivation of Jindan, and most of these people are Tianjiao praised by the society.

From an early age, they made a name for themselves and won the championship in various competitions, and the champion was what they achieved in their youth.

Li Changsheng can't remember everyone, but the best children of an era can still remember.

"I wish you good health, long life, long live."

"Hehe, long live a long life, then the poor Dao is now considered to be middle-aged."

"Congratulations on making a fortune, no, I wish the immortals an early birth of a noble son."

"You have more than a dozen births in your family, and they are overborn every year, don't be caught by the city management office."

"Happy New Year to you."

Feixing Zhenren's blessing is the most concise, but his hand is also the fastest, Li Changsheng didn't take out the red envelope, he already grabbed it in his hand.

"Feixing, how are you going to spend the holiday this year?"

"There are no festivals in the Ship Division, your subordinates will maintain order for you, even if it is a festival, no one can violate the law of the Asgard!"

The flying real person said righteously, Li Changsheng was very satisfied with this, and patted the other party's shoulder.

"It's good, you've been suspended, and you'll go to work after the New Year."

Feixing Zhenren was confused, but he didn't refute or fight, and nodded and accepted the suspension.

It is the duty of the Ship Division to obey orders, and it is also a form of disloyalty to refute orders

A total of 300 red envelopes were distributed quickly.

If he gives out red envelopes every year, Li Changsheng feels that he has paid his salary. Otherwise, the poor property will be exhausted in a few years.

This money was earned when Qing Xuan was still alive when he went to Yunyou, and now the human race has fully used the spirit crystals refined from spiritual energy as trading currency. Copper coins were eliminated, either as collectibles, or as New Year's money.

"Everyone has worked hard for the past 100 years, let's go back and have a good rest."

Li Changsheng waved his hand to let everyone leave, and the powerhouses dressed in flowers and branches scattered in a hurry, leaving the White Jade Palace in groups of three or five.

Then he finished dealing with the last bit of affairs, and simply wiped the desk, and the magic-level documents on the table were arranged in turn, and then the confinement was laid down.

These documents are equivalent to a collection of information in the world, and if you want to describe it, it is very much like a server in your own long memory, storing all the data. As long as you grasp these data and apply them properly, you can reach the point of omniscience about the world.

Under Asgard's strict record-keeping system, everything is traceable.

Even if you want to engage in some illegal activities, you may leak secrets because of the circulation of a large number of spirit crystals, and many big cases are solved for this reason.

Spirit crystals can be refined as long as they are monks, but it is just a matter of fast and slow, more and less.

It's like a spirit stone and has a variety of uses. But at the end of the day, everyone has a finite amount of what they need to practice, so many people use the excess as currency.

And making bulk consumption means that a large amount of money is in circulation, and it also means that it is very likely to enter the eyes of Asgard.

Li Changsheng can't be a thief in the true sense of the word, but he can guarantee that the vast majority of people can't escape his eyes. And when things get serious to a certain point, or a certain part of it rots, he will raise the butcher's knife.

The matter of greedy ink has been repeatedly prohibited, and he can only ensure that greedy ink does not become a matter of course, and that he has no fear when he is discovered, and he will float over with a sentence of regret.

There is no regret in Li Changsheng's eyes, only a society that has really been damaged.

People are responsible for everything they do, and so do I.

This prosperity starts with me, and it will not end.

Arrange the paperwork and close the box.

Li Changsheng sighed heartily and said, "This is the end of the 100 years of work, and I'll see you next year." ”

He got up and stepped down the high platform, stepping on the white jade steps, and felt that the burden on his body was less with every step he took down. Stepping down the high platform, leaving the jade seat, passing by the Vermilion and White Jade Palace Avenue that the world dreams of, the eyes are instantly open.

The sunset is fluttering, the glow shines on the fairy palace, and the fairy palace overlooks and can see Yundong, the first big city of the human race.

Among them, the downtown is red and dusty, the lights are colorful, and the lights of thousands of homes are lit up.

It's another year of lantern festivals, and it seems that nothing has changed, just like that year.

The human lamp is made of fine slivers as bones, paper and yarn as skin, fuel oil inside, white for funerals, and red for happy events. Only those with red can come to eat, and white strangers should not go casually.

Don't go to a feast when you see people hanging lanterns, you know? East Girl.

"Immortal Chief."

The crisp voice pulled it back to reality, and Li Changsheng turned his head to see the white-haired woman standing under the moonlight, smiling, and said, "Do you want to be a sword immortal again?" ”

"Hmm."

Li Changsheng did not deny it, and then said with some self-deprecation: "Although I have not yet felt the five decays of heaven and man, in a sense, I am old. Whenever I see something, I always think of the old people. ”

"When I see the lanterns, I think of Yun Shu, when I see the three-foot Qingfeng, I think of an old friend, when I see the Shangqing Palace, I think of Xiaoqi, and when I see the bald head, I think of the monk."

Taiyin Xingjun asked, "Is the immortal chief lonely?" ”

"Naturally." Li Changsheng nodded, his ordinary face was full of the wind and frost of the years, making people unable to believe how long it took to create the silence and clarity of his eyes.

"The deceased is like a rushing Yangtze River that cannot be reversed, and I will not force it. They have their own lives and ends, they are not my vassals of Li Changsheng, and they stop when they are tired. ”

"Why are you worried that I'll be devastated by your loss?"

“.”

Taiyin Xingjun was speechless, she did have worries about this, and it became more and more intense as her lifespan gradually decreased.

It's not that she thinks of herself as heavy, it can be all that an immortal has. It's that there is no one around Li Changsheng anymore, there used to be two monks Qingxuan, and a group of familiar juniors, but now even the youngest Yang Cang is dead.

The eight uniques of the immortal road, seven of which have become legends.

The immortals who gave them their names still live on.

She didn't know what would happen to Li Changsheng after she left, she just substituted it with her own eyes, and the feeling of suffocation was almost dizzy.

"Doesn't the fairy chief think about rabbits?"

"Of course, anything I want to eat after you die will think of you. In the future, I will probably think of you from time to time, this dish is not as delicious as your cooking, this dance is not as good as you, and the women in the world are not as good as you. ”

"But I'm not going to be depressed because of this, the old man is gone, and the new man is still there. When they die, I will cherish you more, and when you die, I will cherish those who are still alive. ”

"Rabbit, are you afraid of death?"

Li Changsheng took Taiyin Xingjun's hand, her soft and delicate skin was a little colder, which was a symptom of the five decays of heaven and man, and the lack of qi and blood led to low body temperature.

Taiyin thought that he would use some means to maintain his body temperature on weekdays, if nothing else, at least to cover up the signs of his five decays. She deceived the world, deceived Zhu Xue, who was raised single-handedly, but she couldn't fool Li Changsheng.

In Li Changsheng's eyes, her lifespan is marked, like an hourglass, passing every minute.

Taiyin Xingjun had eaten all kinds of longevity pills, and Li Changsheng had also found all kinds of treasure medicines for her, and now she had reached the limit, the real limit of a god peak.

Looking at those clear and deep eyes, she suddenly found that the Immortal Chief had always known and had been prepared.

Taiyin Xingjun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, shook his head and said, "Rabbit is not afraid, but I'm worried about Immortal Chief, what will you do after I die?" ”

Just as that flying star said, the biggest difference between the hundreds of powers in the White Jade Palace and her, Qing Xuan, the monks, and even the former Eight Absolute is that the immortals are the kings, and they are the ministers.

The immortal is no longer the red dust fairy who used to play the world, but the monarch who wants to establish peace for all generations.

Li Changsheng replied, "I will continue to practice, just like an old friend said, monks should not stop for anyone. I cherish you and my cultivation, and so should you. ”

"Me?"

"That's right, is it true that you practiced for me in the first place?"

Facing Li Changsheng's question, Taiyin Xingjun shook his head, her initial cultivation was only for self-preservation, she just wanted to live, as for hiding in the Taigu Shenshan Mountain, or begging for a mouth in the Terran Kyushu, it didn't matter.

I just want to live, live safely and freely.

"So don't go down the devil's path, okay?"

Li Changsheng's tone was soft, and the warm and huge mana enveloped the Taiyin Xingjun, entering the other party's Zhou Tian, dispelling all evil qi.

The two have been cultivating for many years, and the mana of the two sides is no longer separated from each other.

Taiyin Xingjun did not feel relieved by the familiar warmth, but his body trembled slightly, and a yin and evil aura floated out of his nasal cavity.

"Zombies are ugly, and you can't keep your sanity, and there's no guarantee that a corpse has your memories or that you've become a corpse. There is also a lifespan for the soul, and there is no point in living physically. ”

"But. . . But"

Taiyin Xingjun's voice unconsciously carried a hint of crying, she had obviously told herself countless times not to cry, she was also a god who had lived for thousands of years. I haven't seen any strong winds and waves, and I have long been pessimistic about life and death.

But when she saw Li Changsheng and saw that ordinary face, she was afraid of death.

It turns out that it is not death itself that needs to be feared, but the courage to say goodbye forever.

The Immortal Chief was ready, and she wasn't.

"Rabbit, enough is enough, unnecessary, unnecessary." Li Changsheng stretched out his hand to hug Taiyin Xingjun into his arms, and gently patted her graceful back, which was both comfort and extraction of the last evil qi.

With the last trace of yin qi being withdrawn, the psychological defense line built by Taiyin Xingjun for thousands of years completely collapsed, tears couldn't stop flowing out, he hugged Li Changsheng tightly with both hands, and cried with all his might, without the image of the previous Xingjun.

"But I really want to continue to follow the Immortal Chief! I want to travel with you to the mortal world, to see the lantern festival with you, to see the flowers. One thousand, two thousand years, three thousand years. Why can't I get the Tao, it's all this bullshit world, this bullshit's calamity! ”

"Wow, I don't want to live in the memory of the fairy, the fairy, the rabbit doesn't want to die!!"

Eight hundred years after the New Year, the flying star is in charge.

In the following thirty-eight years, a catastrophe fell from the sky, and the immortals returned to the White Jade Palace, and everything was as usual.

Forty years, Taiyin Xingjun feathered.

So far, the human race has no more gods, and there are no stove fireworks in the White Jade Palace.

(End of chapter)