Nothing in the world is absolute. As time goes by, the big trends are hard to change, but the small trends can be changed.
Li Yi understands time, he also understands it, and he understands it better than the other party.
"The mundane world of cultivation is like duckweed in the midst of a great trend. It is difficult to change even if the world turns upside down."
Li Yi waved his hand to clear away the layers of fog and set the time to 60,000 years ago in the immortal path. That was the most prosperous period of the sect and it was also the cultivation world that he first knew.
The immortals and mortals were separated, and the immortals became slaves in the mortal world.
The dynasty had already been formed at that time, but it was just called differently and in a different form. The common people were completely blood-making machines for the major sects. They only cared about whether they could select talented disciples and various herbs that could be used to refine low-cost elixirs.
The rest are ignored, so there is also a dynasty historical cycle in the world of cultivation.
None of this matters.
Li Yi had three requirements, which were in line with the environment he grew up in.
Two mortal children came into their sight.
"You and I will each choose one and invest a wisp of soul to see how we can stir up the storm in this mortal dynasty."
"Time is the chessboard, and you and I each hold a piece."
Panhu understood and couldn't help but feel relieved. Even if he watched Li Changsheng's suffering from a distance, he felt that it was too tragic. If he were a mortal, he shouldn't be much worse.
After all, he is also a Wuxiang, and he is more familiar with Li Changsheng's past. He can be said to have absorbed the strengths of hundreds of schools and is a top talent.
"Wonderful, wonderful." Upon hearing this, the old tree spirit couldn't help but clap his hands in praise, "This kind of fighting method is quite new, and it can better reflect the ability of a formless person."
Throughout history, we have never met each other. Now that we have met, it would be a bit boring to fight with fists.
After all, Taoism is not just about fighting, and cultivation is not just about fighting for strength and ruthlessness. For example, the Lord of Tongyou under Li Changsheng, his contribution to the world is actually insignificant, but his own cultivation is just a step short.
Even if God helps you, you still have to be qualified.
Formlessness is the perfection of heaven and me.
"Isn't it a bit of bullying to just treat us as mortals?" said the old tree spirit.
Li Yi continued, "This is just the first round. I'll choose one question, and you'll choose one question. If we each get one point, we'll choose three questions in total."
"Then I choose the second question, name..." Panhu raised his head slightly, his eyes brightened, as if he had a glimmer of chance of winning.
"Practice Taoism, cultivate to be at ease, cultivate to be the Great Way."
Li Yi nodded and said, "This is the mortal world, cultivating immortals, please take a seat, fellow Taoist."
A dim chessboard fell between the two of them, each square and line symbolizing the laws of heaven and earth, and each soldier and pawn evolving their past practice.
The two men sat cross-legged on the ground, each holding a piece.
Li Yiming Xu He
Panhu's real name is Li Shengxian
The meaning of the name was not concealed at all, and it made the old tree spirit laugh so hard that it was hard to tell which side he was on.
"Daoyou, go first." Li Yi gave way.
Panhu did not hesitate. His eyes fell on the past years and he slowly placed the chess piece on the chessboard. The heaviness of the years made his fingertips tremble slightly.
What they say verbally is the illusion of history, but everything is like a dream. When this false world has everything of the past, is it still false?
For Wuxiang, yes, only this moment at the beginning of the long river of time is real.
But for the vast majority of people, it's all the same.
Li Yi's topic is the mundane world and mortals.
Panhu chose a farmer from an upper-middle-class family. The elders in the family attached great importance to education. Although there were no scholars in the family, the man was extremely determined.
If he wants to defeat Li Changsheng, he must study in the mortal society. Only with fame and honor can he achieve success.
He is serious.
The old tree spirit could see it, so he completely put aside his pride and considered things from a mortal's perspective.
The crisp sound of the chess pieces falling resounded through the sky.
Their eyes shifted to Li Yi. He was a little casual, rubbing the chess piece in his hand and throwing it in.
Finally it fell into the hands of a little beggar.
Beggars, slaves, and vagrants.
"Do you look down on me?" Panhu looked up in dissatisfaction.
The difference between the status of a good citizen and a beggar is more than a little bit. The scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, while the lowly people do not even have the qualifications to take the imperial examinations.
Li Yi shook his head and explained: "That's not the case, I just threw it away casually."
"Hmph." Panhu snorted coldly, took great effort to retrieve the chess piece, and threw it away casually.
Good households, common people.
Their conditions were not as good as those he had carefully selected, but they were still ten times better than beggars. At least there was still a possibility of passing the imperial examination.
He didn't take it back this time, because this was a pure test of luck, and he would win if he was better!
His luck is better than Li Changsheng!
However, based on Li Changsheng's past, this guy's luck seemed to have always been bad. In his previous life, he always missed out after trying his best.
When two chess pieces enter the game, everything changes suddenly.
A new and false river of time flows. Although it is only a brief moment built on the chessboard of two supreme beings, it can also be a world of its own for living beings.
outside world.
All the strong people who have entered the Dao realm have felt the strange changes in the world, a feeling that is hard to describe.
Only the formless ones who stood in the heaven and earth, either openly or in hiding, saw two people. They used time as a chessboard, each holding a piece to make the changes of heaven and earth.
Mo Luo and the little black man naturally couldn't see it, and they returned to the other side of the road a little uneasy. Suddenly, the little black man fell to the ground in a hurry, his head buzzing.
Moro asked, "What's wrong?"
"Boss..." The black boy's pretty features turned pale in an instant, "I suddenly remembered something, a trivial thing, but it was very abrupt."
“It just seemed to come out of nowhere.”
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