Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

It hasn't been a month since he joined the Fuyao faction, but Cheng Qian encountered the biggest crisis in his life - he wants to follow his sissy senior brother who only knows how to make troubles, and the scheming little white-faced second senior brother, as a weasel. His disciple, went to the chicken coop to rescue his fourth junior brother who might have been eaten to half of his body.

What if the god chicken refused to let him go?

What if the fourth junior brother has become someone's dinner when they go?

Cheng Qian looked down at the spell in his hand. After the master carved the wooden tablet, he threw it to them directly, without saying what it was for or how to use it. But at that time, the senior brother took it and left without asking, is it possible? Does he know it?

Cheng Qian hesitated again and again, still unable to believe that there were "numbers" in the big heart of the big brother besides the incense, so he bit the bullet again, resisting Yan Zhengming's ridicule, and asked humbly: "Brother, do you know what the master is?" What is the spell given for?"

Yan Zhengming replied without thinking: "The one who caused the thunder."

Seeing him answering so briskly, Cheng Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the elder brother has a sense of aura and has learned spells after all, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be so confident.

It's a pity that if Cheng Qianneng had a better understanding of the degree of "one bottle is not full of half a bottle" of their senior brother, he shouldn't have let it go so early——Yan Zhengming actually just glanced at them together, rarely Li sloppy thought that this thing looked similar to the lightning-inducing talisman, so he unswervingly gave Cheng Qian such an appraisal.

Yan Zhengming couldn't bear to sit there every day and learn some old charms. Every time, in order to meet his master's inspection, he memorized the general shape of the common spells perfunctorily. .

The three of them soon arrived at the back mountain together. Except for Cheng Qian, the other two were familiar with the road.

There is a cliff in the back of the mountain that goes straight up and down. From the gaps in the rocks, you can see the abyss below.

Cheng Qian couldn't help but glanced down. At that time, he felt that his heart skipped a beat, the bottom was too high and too deep.He had never climbed to such a dangerous place before, his face turned pale at first, he retracted his head subconsciously, and leaned in.But after a while, he took a breath, and the deep cliff seemed to have some indescribable attraction for him. Cheng Qian took a deep breath, held back his nausea, and carefully looked down again.

Perhaps because he was used to following the rules, Cheng Qian discovered for the first time that he liked this kind of dangerous place facing the abyss.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to fall into a meatloaf that can't be filled?" Seeing that half of Cheng Qian's body was leaning out, Yan Zhengming couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his hand to pinch his shoulder and pulled him back.

Yan Zhengming was very puzzled, why do these cubs love courting death so much one by one?He couldn't help but think back to when he was so old, he seemed to be a very well-behaved age, and he had never been mischievous. Could it be that the master picked up all the freaks when he went out this time?

Of course, the "delicate" Young Master Yan has never done anything wrong, he didn't even bother to walk around to go to morning class, he had to find someone to carry him, and the big trouble was not enough for him to condescend to make trouble.

At this time, they had already heard the sound of water, and Yan Zhengming fiercely stuck the mud under Katah's feet on a big rock, with an inexplicable hatred on his face, as if the fact that his shoes dared to get muddy was a miracle in the world. The greatest treason.

After the mud was stuck, Yan Zhengming turned his head and glanced at Li Yun: "It's almost there, over here."

This young man is used to being lawless, and his facial features can show all his emotions in detail, and he doesn't know how to cover it up. Cheng Qian feels that there is some indescribable malice, contempt, disgust, etc. in that look of the elder brother. Wait, it seems to say, "Didn't you always want to see what the mountain cave looks like? This time I got my wish, just look at it casually, and forget it if you are blind."

Li Yun's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, Cheng Qian couldn't help but start to think, if the two brothers start biting each other, how can he calm down the flames of war with his small size?

But unexpectedly, Li Yun didn't say a word, and accepted the anger willingly, as if if Yan Zhengming stabbed him a few more words, he would feel better.

Yan Zhengming gave him a gouged look, and led the two of them to stand by the big pond on the top of the mountain.

"Is there water?" Yan Zhengming asked, and immediately, without waiting for anyone to answer, he said to himself, "No, it's okay, hold your breath, follow me closely, and don't flop around."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhengming grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist with disgust, as if he was being forced to touch dog shit, with a very disgusted and helpless expression.

At this age, Cheng Qian has never come into contact with such hands, which are more carefully maintained than anyone he has ever seen—even the little girl who combed the elder brother's hair. There are only places for holding a sword and a pen. There are some inconspicuous small calluses, which are not thick, which shows that this guy is not willing to work hard at ordinary times.

In addition, he didn't even have half a small barb on his hand.

But then, Cheng Qian was dragged into the water by this beautiful white hand.

The water was so cold that Cheng Qian could hardly hold his breath. The surroundings were surrounded by the splashes and bubbles created by the three of them when they jumped down. For a while, people couldn't find the direction. Cheng Qian held the wooden sign in his arms tightly, He was dragged forward by Yan Zhengming without distinguishing between north and south, east and west.

Soon, a boulder blocked the way of the three of them.

Yan Zhengming pulled Cheng Chengqian's sleeve, used his sleeve as a rag, and wiped off the moss and water plants on the stone, and finally found a small Big Dipper on the stone surface. He gestured a few times at the mouth of the spoon, and then Aim somewhere and press down with your thumb.

If someone is familiar with astrology, they will know that the position Yan Zhengming pressed was exactly where Beichen was in the night sky, and then there was a loud "bang", the stone door opened wide, and Cheng Qian was almost washed away by the huge current. Hugging Shimen with the ground, he rushed forward with all his might.

Immediately, Cheng Qian was surprised to find that his feet were on the ground.

There is a long and thin passage behind the big stone gate, running through the water, like something invisible and intangible, isolating the water, like a transparent pipe, straight into the bottom of the water, the water drops on Cheng Qian's body fall down, It quietly reintegrated into the water again, and the water was blocked from splashing.

And under their feet is a row of stone steps that can only be passed by one person, winding and circling to the bottom of the bottomless valley.

Yan Zhengming held his gaudy saber in his hand, and it could be seen that he probably didn't want to offend anyone, even though he was very alert, he still didn't pull out the sword.

The stone steps seemed to never end, and as they went deeper, the surroundings became more and more cold and unbearable.

Li Yun, who was silent along the way, finally couldn't help but opened his mouth: "He... how did the little junior brother get down? How could he have the courage to go down so deep in this kind of place by himself?"

These words also raised Cheng Qian's question, because in his ignorance, Han Yuan, that coward who is afraid of dogs, never had such a heroic spirit of exploration, even for the sake of anger.

"Nonsense, thousands of demons face the moon at night, and the stone gate is wide open, so of course it won't be like this in the valley," the elder brother said with a serious face of creditors, "The nonsense you ask is nothing but brains."

One sentence slapped the mouths of the two of them, and Li Yun and Cheng Qian, who were "no brains", were speechless.

Suddenly, Yan Zhengming stopped unexpectedly, and Cheng Qian, who was following behind him, bumped into him without paying attention.

His head barely reached Yan Zhengming's chest, so Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand without much effort, and stopped him by his side.

The scent of orchids on the elder brother's body, which could not be washed away by the cold pool water, almost choked Cheng Qian into a sneeze, and then he heard a "hissing", and when he lowered his head, he found that the elder brother had stained his half with algae and dirt. The sleeves were ripped off.

Regarding this, the elder brother justly disliked it and said: "Why are you still wearing it? You don't think it's dirty."

As if Cheng Qian's sleeves were not dirty by him!

Inexplicably, he was forced to do "broken sleeves", and Cheng Qian suddenly felt that the big brother didn't look like a big girl anymore-if there were such a bastard girl in the world, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to marry in the future no matter what.

The stone steps had come to an end at some point, and what stood in front of them was a hole more than two people high, and the two big stone doors that were supposed to be closed were wide open, revealing a gloomy corner inside.

"Strange," Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, "Zipeng really didn't close the door?"

Humans and monsters have different ways, Yan Zhengming himself hates hairy birds and animals, so he puts himself in the other’s shoes, and feels that he, who is hairless, will not be very popular here. Mountain caves are not a good place to come. Today’s unusual It also made Yan Zhengming, who had never been heartless, a little uneasy.

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a moment, and walked in through the gap of the opened stone door. A sweet smell came to his face, but his busy and delicate nose still smelled a faint fishy smell from it.

A chicken feather was engraved on the stone wall of the inner door, but at this moment, the imprint was very faint, and the tail was almost invisible.It doesn't take anyone with common sense to guess that the owner of the mark is in a bad situation. The question is... Is she dying, or has she been killed by someone?

Master Zipeng is a great demon with more than 800 years of practice, with great supernatural powers, it is logical that they should not be allowed to sneak in like this quietly, Yan Zhengming did not make a sound out of caution.

He turned his head and made a "quiet" gesture to the two annoying juniors behind him, then tiptoed to a locked stone door inside, and tentatively screwed on the upper mechanism.

Halfway through the twist, he remembered something again, paused, and growled at Li Yun and Cheng Qian in a low voice: "Stay away, you don't have eyesight, are you standing there as a target? "

Cheng Qian and Li Yun immediately retreated to both sides.

Yan Zhengming screwed the mechanism to the bottom, only to hear a toothache "squeak", Shimen let out a hoarse moan, and goose bumps on Cheng Qian's arm suddenly popped out, and a bloody smell hit him. He rushed to his forehead, and immediately, he heard the ominous wind, and before he could speak out to warn, Cheng Qian caught a glimpse of the sword light from the corner of his eye.

The elder brother drew out his sword, it was a real sword, the sword light was so bright that it was almost scorching eyes, a cold air flow followed his sword light, he mobilized his whole body, and set off a wave in the small stone gate. a vortex.

It's a pity that the young man's strength is just an ant shaking the tree in the eyes of the big demon. Yan Zhengming's sword has not been pulled out, and he has already felt the huge shock in the tiger's mouth. The impact, before he could react, the hand holding the sword was involuntarily loosened.

With a sound of "choking", the saber fell to the ground, and Yan Zhengming stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, the hand that was holding the sword just now was almost unconscious.

The three teenagers looked down in amazement, and saw that beside the bright cold light sword was a feather that knocked it away.

Terrible silence permeated, and Cheng Qian saw that the elder brother's face was extremely ugly.

After a long time, Yan Zhengming frowned, flicked the dirt on his body, and said: "The younger generation, Yan Zhengming of the Fuyao sect, is ordered by his family teacher to come to see Master Zipeng."