Li Changsheng punched He Kun in the face, instantly triggering the other party's emotions that had been suppressed for a long time, and he also punched him.
He roared: "Li, I have tolerated you for a long time. It was you who failed my junior sister. If you had appeared earlier, my junior sister would not have died of depression, and the Sword Sect would not have fallen into such a state!"
However, Li Changsheng was obviously a man who didn't want to suffer any loss. He stretched out his hand to block the fist, and then took advantage of the situation and punched him under the nose, causing blood to spurt out.
【I will fight you! 】
Another punch knocked He Kun into the mud. Although the two powerful monks did not kill him, but only fought hand-to-hand, the noise they made was enough to shake the area within a radius of ten miles.
He Kun was unilaterally pinned down by Li Changsheng, who punched him in the face again and again, and he could only struggle meaninglessly and rage helplessly. A spirit being beaten by an infant was like a father beating his son, and he had no power to fight back at all.
An unknown amount of time passed before the two of them stopped what they were doing at the same time, gasping for breath, as if they wanted to let out everything that had been suppressed for decades.
Li Changsheng said: [Elder He, have you calmed down? If not, you can cry. Proper venting is good for your health.]
[Fuck you, why don't you say that crying will increase your power.] He Kun cursed, [If you want to calm down, you should be beaten by me. Damn it, I am the only one who gets beaten. Li Changsheng, you are such a petty person. You can't stand any loss.]
Li Changsheng let the other party curse him without saying anything back. He just raised his fist and smashed it down again. Then a shrill wail echoed throughout the forest.
[Li Changsheng, I will fuck you, immortal! ]
In this way, the two finally calmed down and vented their emotions.
He Kun was silent for a while and said: "Brother Li, I actually received a message from those sects a few days ago. They said they are willing to go back hundreds of years and worship you as the second generation sword immortal. The condition is that you will not pursue the past and will not kill again. 】
[Brother Li, it's time to stop. With their help, the world will soon be at peace.]
Li Changsheng shook his head unmoved and said, "Elder He, this is not a distinction between good and evil, nor is it a distinction between right and wrong. This is an enemy relationship, and we will not stop until one of us is completely wiped out."
He looked straight into He Kun's eyes. There seemed to be a fire in those calm eyes, a fire that would burn everything.
[Elder He, the Immortal Sect is not like them, do you understand? ]
He Kun was silent for a while and then shook his head: [I don’t understand, but I believe you. What do you want to do? ]
[Kill] Li Changsheng calmly pronounced the word "kill". If it were an outsider, he would think that he had gone crazy with killing.
The memory is frozen here. Xu Manhong can feel that the memory has come to an end and everything is about to come to an end.
Generally speaking, the memories before death are the most vivid and emotionally impactful. That's why these investigators had prejudices and even hatred against Li Changsheng.
He Kun didn't wait for her to ask a question, and said, "Brother Li took me to a small mountain village in the territory of the Sword Sect. The people there originally fled into the mountains and forests due to the war, and later reclaimed the wasteland to reproduce. They don't need the help of cultivators to create the world again."
"I am too arrogant. To use Brother Li's words, a mere cultivator dares to question the farming ability of ordinary people."
Unlike Li Changsheng who started practicing from a farmer's household, He Kun, like Dong Yunshu, was brought into the sect when he was young and raised by the great elder. It can be said that he started practicing since birth, and knew very little about the mundane world, and even less about the common people.
In his eyes, the people are weak and need help.
"Wildfires cannot be extinguished; they will spring up again with the spring breeze."
"Little girl, I really like a saying of yours in modern times: history is created by the people, and we are the strong ones who have emerged from the people."
He Kun took a half step back and disappeared, and Xu Manhong was once again enveloped by white light.
She saw terraced fields all over the mountains, water wheels turning continuously with the help of mountain springs, and people wearing straw hats and waving hoes in the setting sun.
He Kun had already returned to the spiritual platform, looking up at the enchanting woman in the distance who was only wearing a thin veil. At this moment, the woman opened her eyes and looked at him and the many Sword Sect disciples with a smile.
"Reincarnation, the beginning of the world. Fellow Daoist He, long time no see. It looks like you're going to die at my hands again."
"How dare a jealous woman speak so wildly?"
In this paradise hidden in the mountains and forests, Li Changsheng and He Kun descended from the sky, immediately attracting a large number of people to watch.
At first, people were on guard and some even picked up hoes, but after seeing Li Changsheng's face, their attitudes suddenly reversed.
"It's Doctor Li!"
"Doctor Li is here, Doctor Li is here."
People spread the word, and more and more people gathered around, entertaining the two with food and drink.
Seeing this, He Kun couldn't help but ask in a voice transmission: Is this the paradise that Brother Li built to shelter the people?
Li Changsheng did not respond to him, but turned around to communicate with the people, mostly about illness and medical skills, such as what herbs are there in the mountains, which herbs can cure diseases, how to process herbs, etc.
These topics reminded He Kun that Li Changsheng had spent a long time practicing medicine and saving lives in the secular world.
The old village chief took out the only pot of rice wine in the village, filled a bowl for Li Changsheng, and said, "Doctor Li, this is brewed specially for you. I haven't brewed wine since I fled to the mountains decades ago. I don't know if my skills are still the same."
Afterwards, the old village chief also poured He Kun half a cup, his movements were gentle and his expression painful.
"This Taoist priest should also try it."
What is the difference in treatment?
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