Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

I don't know how deep this secret realm is. Yan Zhengming's body-protecting sword energy is like a sand castle on the beach, which has been rebuilt countless times and broken countless times.

What is the secret of this Great Snow Mountain?

Where are they going?

If it keeps falling like this, will it eventually fall to the seabed of Beiming?

Yan Zhengming thought that he had seen the light from the leaves of the golden lotus, which meant that they were in the center of the secret realm of Daxue Mountain. Only then did he realize that the golden light had a strong penetrating power and spread everywhere, but the real golden lotus was still a hundred thousand miles away. Eight thousand miles away.

He had the illusion that the reason why the entire Beiming Sea was so dark was because it concentrated all the light on the golden lotus.

Yan Zhengming's body-protecting sword energy fell apart again, and he couldn't gather the strength to re-condense for a while, so he held the strong wind in it, and tightly protected Cheng Qian in his arms.

He thought of the Valley of Worry that Cheng Qian had told him about. Legend has it that in that place where there is no life or death, the master and the ancestor stay together forever, and there is nothing around except for some little ghosts who refuse to stay longer.

Yan Zhengming didn't tell Cheng Qian about the unspeakable bond between the two, but he was secretly pleased with the result.

If you can return to the same soul with the one you love, what is it like to be hacked into pieces?What is broken bones?

He gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Cheng Qian's neck, and thought: "In this life, you will be angry with me, but in the next life you will treat me like a bull or a horse."

Just when he was thinking wildly and preparing to die for love, a weird true energy suddenly descended from the sky and landed beside him, adding a body-protecting true essence to the two of them.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Wait, why is there someone else in this damn place?

Although he was saved, the head of Yan was too involved in his dreams just now, and he was a little unhappy to be disturbed for a while.

Fortunately, his untimely illness was not terminally ill, Yan Zhengming reacted quickly, and took advantage of this precious breathing time to quickly adjust his disordered true energy.

At the same time, he did not forget to carefully investigate this unexpected help.

There are two layers inside this body protection essence. The inner layer is extremely warm on the side close to the person. It is as warm as a quilt warmed by a stove in winter. It penetrates into his limbs and bones in an instant, while the outer layer is extremely cold. The coolness is exactly the same as that of Daxueshan Secret Realm.

Who is so powerful?

Only one person whispered in his ear: "Ningxin, you are a little impatient, the aggressiveness of the sword is too strong, it will stimulate the wind here, restrain yourself."

Yan Zhengming turned his head slightly: "Who?"

The man didn't answer, but a piece of music sounded from far and near.

The tune is stretched and leisurely, as if after a spring snow, the weather warms up without warning, the stagnant ice in the decaying lotus pond slowly melts, and the life hidden in the mud reveals a little bit of clues, the fish blowing in the coming year The dead branches and leaves that bloomed last season revealed sparkling scales.

And thousands of lotus leaves are like a beauty who lightly undresses her clothes, chasing the wind and condensing dew, slowly stretching her body, surrounded by a lotus flower washed by clear water...

Yan Zhengming couldn't tell what kind of musical instrument it was, but he felt that his restless heart because of Cheng Qian had calmed down a little. The real energy in his body had been circulating in the inner palace for several weeks. He took a deep breath and realized that his It's not right—I was too worried about Cheng Qian just now, and was aroused by the strong wind in the secret realm, and the sword intent almost fell to a level.

He slowly retracted his leaked sword energy, and the strong wind in the secret realm showed a lot of weakness, and after a while, it seemed to calm down again.

Yan Zhengming lowered his head and adjusted Cheng Qian's posture, and said in a low voice, "Thank you... My junior brother's situation was not quite right just now, and I might be a little passionate for a while."

The lingering rhyme of the music was faint, and the ending had already stopped. The man said: "It's just a mere spell, there is a solution, so don't worry too much."

Yan Zhengming gently lifted Cheng Qian's face, looked at it carefully for a moment with great worry, and suddenly found that the black air between Cheng Qian's eyebrows and the strange ear-shaped mark had disappeared together, except that his body was getting hotter and hotter. There is no abnormality.

"Strange," Yan Zhengming thought to himself, "It doesn't look like a painting soul after looking at it this way."

He tentatively asked: "I don't know if you can see what kind of spell he is using?"

The voice said in a neutral voice: "The Spring and Autumn Curse, you monks seem to be called 'Painting Soul' too, and you pass it on miraculously, but it's actually just a trivial skill, so don't worry about it."

Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows—what do you mean by "you monks"?

Yan Zhengming: "Dare to ask your honor..."

"I'm not some 'respect'," said the voice somewhat ethereal, as if not used to people's polite tone, and there was a bit of bluntness in the ethereal, "I'm just a flower spirit born with a nasturtium."

As he spoke, a gray-white shadow flashed in front of Yan Zhengming. He couldn't tell whether it was male, female, old or young. It was indistinct, like an inconspicuous moth in the harsh snow-capped mountains and the brighter golden light, slightly inconspicuous. Pay attention and ignore him.

Yan Zhengming narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering how the flower spirit planned to deal with the two intruders.

Hua Ling seemed to see what he was thinking, and said straight to the point: "You don't have to worry too much, the reason why I came forward to protect you two is also at the order of the golden lotus."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback for a moment, although he often boasted that he was handsome and unrestrained, but he was not so narcissistic that he thought that he could see the flowers blooming, so he was very vigilant, thinking: "Isn't this ghost lotus trying to get us to be a flower fertilizer? "

Hua Ling said: "Today's golden lotus leaf bloomed because of you, you naturally have the right to take it away, come with me."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Jinlian invited him to take away her leaves?Seeing that he was about to be photographed to death by the Snow Mountain Secret Realm, why did he send a flower spirit to escort him?

This is a daydream, right?

There is a saying that "rushing to the top is not a business", not to mention that he has always been unlucky, and he firmly refuses to believe that this kind of shit luck can fall on him.

Yan Zhengming frowned, and tentatively said: "This... I am flattered, not to mention others, but the senior demon cultivator who opened a hole in the Daxue Mountain outside, I am afraid that his cultivation base is higher than mine. De He Neng?"

Hua Ling said: "That ghost's cultivation level is indeed higher than yours, but he is not qualified - because he is not the sect of all demons."

Yan Zhengming: "...excuse me, neither am I."

Hua Ling said: "The leaves of the big golden lotus can wash away all the sins of the world. It represents a rule. It does not recognize whoever has a high level of cultivation. The people it recognizes, no matter good or evil, must be people who can control the situation and the rules. This is called 'power', the 'potential' of 'power', I can see that you are an orthodox monk, maybe you are not superior in yourself, but when all the other great powers of your generation are dead, the 'potential' will fall It’s nothing unusual for you, so don’t panic.”

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Although it sounds like pulling a general out of a stick, but thinking about it carefully, it seems to be true.

After Tong Ru's death is the era of the Four Sages. Right now, with the fall of Shang Wannian and the aging of Bian Xu, the era of the Four Sages has passed. In front of the ten square formations, all of them lost their vitality. It was really an era when there were no tigers in the mountains, and he, a monkey, was called the king.

Not to mention anything else, they were able to absolve Han Yuan of the death penalty so easily, so it is impossible for them to have nothing to do with the Fuyao faction that is soaring upwards.

Hua Lingdao: "The so-called Daxue Mountain secret realm is actually just the protective layer condensed by the golden lotus in the Beiming Sea. Once the golden lotus grows leaves, this secret realm will fall apart within a stick of incense, and wait for the next opportunity to gather around the golden lotus." , you'd better move quickly, take the golden lotus leaf, and leave here with your junior brother, he has only a little painting soul, and with the golden lotus leaf, he can crack it without any effort."

Yan Zhengming always felt that the golden lotus leaf in Daxue Mountain was a bit mysterious, so he asked, "Forgive me for being stupid, but I asked a lot, what does it mean to wash away all the sins in the world?" It's like someone killing innocent people indiscriminately. , is it possible that as long as there is this leaf, those who died can come back to life?"

Hua Ling was taken aback by his question, and smiled after a while: "Most of the people I saw in the secret realm of Daxue Mountain were demon cultivators. Sure enough, righteous monks like you think different things—naturally, people cannot be resurrected after death. , the 'sin' I mentioned is different from what you think, since you have already entered the Sword God Realm, you must have felt it, the thing that is secretly buckled on the heads of the monks..."

Yan Zhengming: "The way of heaven."

"The way of heaven has clear and turbid movements, length and thickness, and when it is too rigid, it will break, and when it is thick, it will collapse," Hua Ling said in a low voice. To be holy in the way of the devil, you have to be free from blood all your life. What the way of heaven wants is balance, monks, the so-called "sin" is also a way of balance, so that monks can reap the consequences of cause and effect, and restrain their behavior with fear, so as to avoid good and evil in the end. Heavenly Tribulation."

While speaking, Yan Zhengming stepped on the ground with both feet, as if he was approaching the hinterland of the secret place of the snow mountain, and those violent winds disappeared at some point.

With the circulation of the true essence, the large and small wounds on Yan Zhengming's body began to heal.He hugged Cheng Qian horizontally, did not go any further, stood where he was and said, "You mean, this golden lotus leaf sounds so magical, but in fact, it is a handful of red apricots in front of Tian Jie who escaped guilt?"

Flower Spirit: "Out of the silt, get rid of the turbidity and choose the clean - if you say otherwise, there is nothing wrong with it."

An indescribable resistance arose in Yan Zhengming's heart, and the fatal attraction from the golden lotus leaf was diluted.

Hua Ling stood ten steps away from him: "The way of heaven is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs-what is the difference between good and evil in the way? It's just that you mortals can't see through it."

Yan Zhengming wanted to sneer when he heard this. If this is the case, what's the point of Han Yuan's 500-year caning?Just stick a lotus leaf on the forehead, and you can become a pure and flawless little sheep on the spot!

At this moment, Yan Zhengming suddenly heard the sound of a plant breaking through the ground, and then, an indescribable fragrance came, and the flower spirit raised his head slightly, and said softly: "The nasturtium blooms, and the blinding leaf also Expanded..."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback for a moment, and looked up in the direction of the flower spirit, only to see a nasturtium flower quietly floating on the ground, which was no larger than two handfuls, and it was really close to the nasturtium, but the strange golden light was not so strong. Indescribably holy.The root system is buried deep in the dark sea water of Beiming, which has a strong contrast.

That's right... this Daxueshan secret realm can extinguish all fires, including the natural night pearls, because the ice and snow here are condensed by the extremely black water of the Northern Underworld!

The golden lotus was lying alone in a thin layer of sea water, with a faint layer of mist floating above it, as if sensing the breath of an outsider, the lotus suddenly turned slowly, revealing a palm-sized lotus hidden under it. leaf.

For some reason, upon seeing the lotus leaf, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt a sense of indescribable awe.

Hua Ling sighed and said, "This is the heart of Daxue Mountain... Monk, since it was developed for you, it is yours."

Yan Zhengming didn't move.

The flower spirit glanced at Cheng Qian, and couldn't help saying: "Golden lotus leaves are like epiphyllum flowers. After they are fully unfolded, they only last for a stick of incense, and then wither, and the secret realm of the snow mountain also collapses. This is the most precious treasure in the world that everyone desperately wants. What are you still dawdling about!"

Hua Ling's voice could not help but carry a bit of irrepressible anxiety and urging. Yan Zhengming was almost rebellious by his urging, thinking: "The emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuchs are in a hurry. What is the reason for this?"

Seeing his wandering expression, the flower spirit immediately prescribes the right medicine: "Even if the lotus leaf is waiting, your junior brother's painting soul may not be able to wait any longer!"

These words directly hit Yan Zhengming's Achilles' heel. As he kept getting closer to the nasturtium, Cheng Qian's face became paler. By this time, his temple hair was completely soaked in cold sweat, and his fingers were unconsciously Convulsed and shrunk into fists, the whole body was shaking, as if enduring great pain.

Hua Ling: "Are you going to watch him die in your arms in order not to kill you?"

Finally, Yan Zhengming couldn't hold back anymore, he put Cheng Qian down and let him lean on him, and stretched out a hand towards the golden lotus leaf that could make all the magicians in the world crazy.

At this juncture, Cheng Qian woke up.