In just a few minutes, Li Changsheng roughly understood the situation of the Tianjian Sect. Just like the historical cycle of dynasties, after the peak, they will decline.
It's not that the Sword Sect's inheritance has been cut off or there is no successor, but their strength is no longer worthy of the position given to them by Xue Ye. Sitting in the number one position in the world, but without the unrivaled power of the world.
Because of Xue Ye's tyranny, she made too many enemies. Both Buddhism and Taoism had been enemies with her, and anyone who stood in her way would be mercilessly killed by the Heavenly Sword.
Even Li Changsheng himself was in the same situation. He faced the sword light of the Heavenly Sword and was eventually ruthlessly cut down.
Now that the Sword Immortal is dead, the Tianjian Sect has naturally become the target of public criticism.
When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down, but the Sword Sect will not let go of the world. If this continues, the Sword Sect will inevitably perish.
"Please return to the sect and take control of the Heavenly Sword."
Lu Changzhi bowed his head again, as if he was sure that Li Changsheng had the ability. This trust was not out of Li Changsheng, but an obsession.
Li Changsheng did not point it out, but said calmly: "To retreat from the turbulent times is a sign of great wisdom."
"How are the people of this world?"
Lu Changzhi asked back, pointing at the people around him who had pale faces and looked like painted skin men.
"The world is in chaos, and demons are responsible for eight out of ten. Killing one more demon can save ten thousand people. If we were to sit on a high mountain, we would be able to live forever, but we would have no way to repay the people of heaven and earth. Please forgive me for not agreeing with you, and I don't want to do anything I don't want to do."
Le Xiaoqi blinked and thought to himself: This brother is a kind-hearted person, but it's a pity that he met the Taoist priest.
After a year of getting along, Le Xiaoqi understood that although the Taoist priest was a kind and generous person, he would never be influenced by others. It was useless to tell the Taoist priest such a great truth, it would be better to kowtow and ask for help directly.
In the words of the Taoist priest, those who use their virtue to bully others are villains.
Although this elder brother has not yet reached the point of using his virtue to blackmail others, he does have no sense of propriety in his words.
This might be a sword cultivator.
Li Changsheng did not feel angry or offended by Lu Changzhi's aggressiveness. He could tell the difference between a villain and a fool. The man in front of him was a pure-blooded swordsman.
Thanks to someone, at least now he doesn't hate that person.
"All things in the world are like wild grass, turning endlessly over and over again for hundreds of generations. This is the way of heaven."
Li Changsheng's voice was close at hand, yet far away. It was cold, but more like stating a fact, without much emotion or ups and downs.
"But I don't like the way of heaven, because I am still a mortal."
As he said this, he stood up from his chair, left a few copper coins, and left the stall slowly. Le Xiaoqi took a few sips of the soup and then hurriedly followed him.
The two of them disappeared into the crowd. Lu Changzhi hesitated for a few times, but finally followed them.
"Let's go to Tianjian Sect." Li Changsheng said as they walked. Le Xiaoqi, who was waving a wooden sword, looked up and asked, "Why are we going there? Taoist priest, do you want me to learn swordsmanship? Swordsman sounds cool. I used to like the young swordsman who was wielding a sword when the teahouse gentleman talked about it."
As he spoke, the little Taoist priest began to write with the wooden sword, jumping up and down like the little monkey.
"It is said that a long time ago, there was an unparalleled demon in Yunzhou. He used the Thunder Sword Technique and the unparalleled Demon Sword Han Guang to single-handedly kill all the major sects. Millions of people died at his hands, and their heads piled up into a mountain range."
The corner of Li Changsheng's mouth twitched slightly, and the feeling of helplessness slightly dispelled the sadness.
Many of the legends in the secular world come from the spiritual world, which is a fantasy of mortals about immortals. Generally, after artistic creation, the stories are completely inconsistent with the facts.
He said: "There is no such thing as the Thunder Sword Technique. The peerless magic sword Han Guang only has a foundation-building magic sword, and he has never killed millions of people."
"Why?" Le Xiaoqi asked. Li Changsheng did not shy away from answering, "Because I broke Han Guang's hair."
Li Changsheng pawned his Changchun Gong just for this sword. He accidentally broke it and was so heartbroken that he didn't sleep for several years.
"The Taoist priest is so awesome!" Le Xiaoqi immediately cast a look of great admiration. What he thought in his mind was naturally different from what Li Changsheng said.
"The gods in the legend all use swords. The Medical Immortal can also use a sword. His sword is called Bu Gong. It is said that his sword skills never kill people, just like his medical skills. No one has ever died under his hands."
"No killing sword, no attack." Lu Changzhi, who was following two steps away, suddenly interrupted, "Our Sword Sect has the inheritance of the Medical Immortal. Now all the disciples of the Sword Sect take the No Killing Sword as their mental method."
The sword that does not kill is the most peculiar sword technique that Lu Changzhi has ever seen. It has no killing power in itself, but it is very effective in suppressing the inner demons caused by killing. It can even make their sword techniques more sharp. To use the explanation of the elders in the sect, it is the balance of yin and yang.
"Master, I want to join the Sword Sect!"
"The Sword Sect is not suitable for you."
"oh."
Le Xiaoqi's submissive attitude was in stark contrast to his excited tone. He knew very well that he could ask, but he had no right to force it. The Taoist priest might tolerate his willfulness, but he couldn't be so willful.
Walking out of the city, Li Changsheng waved his hand slightly and a white cloud from the sky landed at his feet. He turned his head and looked at the young man and said, "Is it on the way?"
Lu Changzhi was stunned for a moment, then he bowed and said, "Junior just happened to be going back to the sect."
"Come up."
The three of them soared into the sky on a white cloud, with countless skinny mortals chasing them from below, shouting for help from the immortals. Countless skinny hands stretched out to the sky, and pairs of eyes cast pleading glances. It is common for people to seek the protection of immortals in troubled times.
Le Xiaoqi looked at the people below, and out of human empathy, he couldn't help but show a sense of pity on his face.
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