The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 17 Li Yi's Swordsmanship

  56 years, July 21st, Li Yi's birthday.

  As a rural person, there is no such thing as a birthday cake. At that time, this stuff was not popular in China. Rich people called it birthday, and they would go to restaurants to entertain friends from all walks of life.

   Li Yi obviously does not have this condition, and Bai Shi Xuejian, who is from outside China, is obviously more western. Every July is the summer vacation time for primary and secondary schools across the country, and Baishi Xuejian will return to Yucheng to live with relatives for a few days at this time.

  Since graduating from elementary school, these few days may be an important cornerstone of the relationship between the two.

   "Fake Taoist, I'm back."

  16-year-old Bai Shixue saw that her female features were already very obvious. She was wearing a white dress and a straw hat, and greeted herself with a faint smile. Her smile is bright, full of vigor and confidence that rural children do not have, and she is indescribably dazzling on the rural ridges.

  In other words, Baishi Xuejian has always been dazzling, even in the elementary school where Baishi Xuejian was discriminated against. Attracted a large group of boys to tease her with bad jokes in an attempt to get her attention, and most of them ended up crying. This is also the source of her nickname of muscle stone, if she is a man, she will be the king of children.

  At that time, Li Yi was no longer a kid in his teens, he actually started to be curious about the opposite sex. If his family was richer at that time, and he wasn't doing farm work in the fields, even if Baishi's family was poorer, he might not be able to help showing budding feelings.

   Li Xingguo said: "Go, I don't need to help these days."

   "Yeah." Li Yi tried his best to restrain his excitement, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

  On the ridge of the field, the girl in white stretched out her hand to him, pulling Li Yi up with her strength as usual.

   Li Yi admitted that his heart was speeding up uncontrollably. In order to hide it, he joked as always: "Strengthen the mountain and surpass the world!"

"screw you."

   As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yi was kicked down by Bai Shixuejian, and half of his body fell into the mud. The culprit raised his fist at him, showing two white canine teeth, pretending to be fierce.

   "Fake Taoist, be careful and I will beat you."

  Their relationship has always been straightforward like this, Bai Shixuejian is as rude as ever. It may be that the short time spent together makes the two think that only by getting along without any distance can they maintain their friendship, and it is also a cover-up of the romantic feelings of drumming.

  But sometimes Bai Shixuejian always beat the drum.

  The summer vacation of 1956 was coming to an end, Shiraishi Xuejian gave him an exquisite small box.

   Li Yi asked: "What is this?"

  "Mobile phone." Bai Shixue didn't hide anything, "There is a phone card in it, you have to call me every month from now on."

  Baishi’s family is very rich. It is said that the reason why he came to study in a small place like Yucheng when he was in elementary school was because of some political factors. As one of the leaders of the naturalization faction, their family was targeted by some radicals, so they temporarily hid for a while for safety.

   After finishing speaking, Bai Shixue ran all the way into her family's car and never gave him a chance to return it.

  That night, Baishi Xuejian sent a message: Fake Taoist priest, if you are embarrassed, you can send a text message.

  Li Yi: Muscle stone, I want to enter Teikyo University.

  Bai Shixuejian: Then I will take the test too.

  Li Yi quickly withdrew from his memories, fiddled with the flip phone in his hand, and found a universal charger. But it is a pity that both the flip cover and the universal charger are broken, probably because they have not been taken out for a long time and are damaged by moisture.

   "It's a pity." Li Yi felt a little regretful, put the flip phone and universal charger back into the wooden box, and started playing with Qi's domestic smart phone again.

  As the saying goes, if you don’t get rid of the new, you won’t get the old one. The significance of this flip phone is greater than its practicality.

   At noon, after eating, Li Yi took a bamboo chair to the shade of the trees in the small courtyard, took the longan wood turned out from the corner, and started to trim it with a hatchet.

  He intends to make a sword, which can be used as an eye to remove the moisture in the house.

   It continued to be cut until evening, and a wooden sword finally took shape. The sword is seven feet long, yellowish brown, with a square hilt.

   "Son, what are you doing?"

  Mother Li, who was preparing dinner, was quite curious when she saw the sword. She didn't expect her son to know how to do it.

   "Sword, the king of a hundred soldiers." Li Yi played with his sword quite proudly.

   As a popular field in the practice world, swordsmanship is no less popular than computers in this era. Basically, more than half of the monks know how to use swordsmanship, and many of them will be equipped with a magic sword, so that the imperial object will be more elegant when flying.

  Li Yi was not immune either. Not long after leaving his hometown to enter the world of practice after the age of 100, he bought himself a dharma sword called Hanguang, which almost cost him all his belongings.

   Not long after that, the magic sword accidentally shattered because it couldn't bear its own strength. Later, he concentrated on creating his own first supernatural power, the Xiaowu Lei Zhengfa, and he lost the way of swordsmanship.

   When he picked up swordsmanship again, he was already 600 years old, and he was hidden from the world for a hundred years because of too many killings. At that time, in order to avoid suspicion, Li Yi also changed his appearance and used swordsmanship on a whim.

   Li Yi has never had a high understanding of weapons, and most of the related supernatural powers he created were imitated by others, following the path traveled by his predecessors. Most of Li Yixue came to learn by analogy, hoping to benefit from it.

  Introduce and extend it, touch the analogy and grow it, and the ability of the world will be completed.

  He has learned 3,600 supernatural powers, of which there are many in plural, and the hundreds of thunder methods are less than half a cent of the little five thunder's righteous methods. Isn't this the predicament he is facing, learning all the best knowledge in the world, just to touch the threshold of becoming an immortal.

  Mother Li couldn't help laughing, but she didn't expose her son.

  Which young man does not have a martial arts dream? This kid especially liked watching martial arts movies with his father back then.

   "Don't believe it?" Li Yi naturally saw through his mother's thoughts, immediately raised the wooden sword, and swung it at the longan tree in the distance.

  In an instant, a breeze came, and the leaves swayed.

   "Oops, I made soup."

  Mother Li obviously didn't have an appreciation for this field, she just froze for a moment, then heard the sound of blowing from the pressure cooker behind her, turned around and hurried into the kitchen again.

   "Play the piano to the cow, play the piano to the cow." Li Yi shook his head. This move defeated the swordsman Xue Ye Jianxian of the Heavenly Sword Sect in his previous life.

   In the distance, tiny figures fell from the branches of the tree, they were flat brown bugs, lychee bugs.

   They fell to the ground motionless, as if they had lost their lives. But in the next second, one after another, the insects began to move their joints again, flapping their wings and trying to fly back to the treetops.

   The unreasonable attack did not hurt them at all.

   Not to kill, this is Li Yi's perception of a hundred years of seclusion.

   Except for pests, of course.

   Li Yi flicked his finger, a tiny thunder flashed past, and all the lychee bugs in the distance turned into fly ash.

   He is still waiting to eat longan in a few months.

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   "Chengjianlu?"

  Zhao Si looked at the big characters on the projector and felt very confused. He was pulled back when he was about to go home from get off work.

  Five-year-old, Qi-refining fifth level, first learned swordsmanship and defeated his senior brother Hong Jin in three days.

  6 years old, at the peak of Qi refining, comprehending the first form of the Heavenly Sword Art, and surpassing the steps to defeat the senior sister of the same sect who established the foundation.

  7 years old, foundation building, comprehend the second style of Tianjianjue, no opponent in the outer sect...

  A running account, almost recording how many opponents he defeated in which year, and what achievements he had made. If the content is not too outrageous, at first glance, it may be thought to be the daily life records of some princes and kings.

   Wait, this content...

  Zhao Si suddenly realized that "The Biography of Wei Xi" could not help but emerge from the previous guess. This is another powerful autobiography.

   What Lu Haochu said next confirmed his guess.

   "This is the autobiography of the state-level Snowy Night Sword Immortal in Qi Guozhen. Although we may not be able to touch this kind of existence in this life, we are all required to watch it."

  (end of this chapter)