Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Generally, teenagers who grow up together will naturally mix together and become youngsters, but the cubs on Fuyao Mountain are obviously not ordinary teenagers. Yes, especially unkempt... However, during the trip to the Demon Valley, the coldness and estrangement between the four brothers and sisters unknowingly melted away, gradually revealing their true temperaments.

In this regard, Master Mu Chun was very pleased at first, but he soon discovered that it would be better for the apprentices to respect each other as ice as before.

One unlucky child is just a child, two together can make a thousand ducks, three together can turn the world upside down, as for four...

There is no peaceful day on Fuyao Mountain——

One day, Yan Zhengming, who was becoming more and more wanton, had a whim, and put a big incense burner under the tables of the juniors and brothers, and burned the preaching hall all day long, like a big soup pot, and he himself turned into a big pot. There are only white dumplings floating on the soup pot, and I don’t know how comfortable it is to sleep in a vast expanse of whiteness every morning class.

The languid Li Yun couldn't see that he was so stinky, and he didn't know where he found the formula for "Ning Shen Xiang".

Ningshenxiang is an undoubted heresy, and it is not as innocent as its name. It is said that lighting a pinch next to a sleeping person's pillow can make people have a night of erotic dreams, which is very enjoyable.

Li Yun came up with the secret recipe, and Han Yuan volunteered to match it.

As we all know, Han Yuan is a topsy-turvy person, and he hasn't memorized the family rules completely so far. What can he prepare for a guy who can't even understand a recipe?

What's more, this little beggar loves to innovate, so he lavishly incorporated his own ideas - he added two kitchen seasonings without authorization, and made the "Ningshenxiang" into a half-baked psychedelic fragrance. Looking forward to it, when the big brother started to "sleep in the morning", he stuffed it into his own incense burner.

That day, the flowers, birds, fish and insects near the Mission Hall all went crazy.

Two butterflies danced lightly on the top of Master's head, and they couldn't be chased away. Their fluttering wings seemed to be wearing a pair of women's hairpins, the most gaudy ones.

And Li Yun's new favorite - a grasshopper with a big belly, crawled out as if drunk, swayed a few steps, stepped on some strange light-weight skills, and fell headlong into Cheng Qian's inkstone. The hand that was about to dip in the ink was suspended in the air for a moment, and the ink stains on the sleeves looked like black plum blossoms.

The master has never attracted bees and butterflies like this in his life, and he couldn't read the scriptures anymore. He stuffed the puddle that crawled on his head to catch butterflies back into the back basket, dragged his old Dan accent angrily, and sang the reprimand into a song. The play made Han Yuan turn off the censer.

Han Yuan brought up the large censer under the table with a playful smile, and poured a bowl of tea on it. When Li Yun snickered at the new image of Master, Cheng Qian deftly poured it with two pen holders without smiling. The grasshopper caught it out, raised its hand and threw it into the incense burner: "Junior Brother, I will help you."

Li Yun: "Oh, don't!"

But it was already too late. Grasshoppers of an unknown species and half a bowl of tea from Han Yuan poured them on the incense burner. channels and holes.The water-avoiding spell was provoked, and immediately counterattacked, burning a palm-high flame. Li Yun's grasshopper came from nowhere, but it was real gold that was not afraid of fire, and rushed out with a whole body of fire. A sharp flame flashed across the air, rushing straight towards the master's mustache.

The several seasonings in Xiangli played a role in this situation - the fire grasshopper burned the master's beard into two sticks of charred shreds with a strong sauce fragrance.

On the same day, Han Yuan and Li Yun were fined to copy the scriptures twenty times. Yan Zhengming was the instigator, and it was too shameful to sleep in a stately way during the morning class. However, Nianzai was not intentional, and he admitted his mistake in time afterwards and survived.

For this reason, Yan Zhengming put on airs and had a cheeky face, and stopped Cheng Qian on his way back to Qing'anju at night, and said politely: "Little copper coin, I happen to be free today, how about your sword skills?"

After getting along for many days, Cheng Qian has already seen through this person's pissing nature - as long as it is eating, drinking and having fun, Young Master Yan will definitely go forward bravely, and once he is asked to sit down honestly and learn something, he will immediately become a heart-warming Sick Xi Shi, chirping and whining can hurt from toenails to hair strands.

Just now, Yan Zhengming practiced half of his sword practice and claimed that he had suffered from heat stroke.

He took the initiative to teach his sword skills?Unless the sun rises in the west.

Sure enough, the next moment, his elder brother said the original purpose in a graceful manner: "Oh, I remembered, today the master punished me to copy the scriptures, er... this, it seems that I don't have time for brother , but if you can help me copy it a few times..."

Hey, night owls come into the house and come for everything.

So Cheng Qian pouted him back without raising his head: "Brother, you should copy the scriptures. I dare not do rough work like sword practice for you, for fear that you will lose your waist."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Why can't life just be the same as first sight?His third junior brother, who was hypocritical but polite, could never be found again.

"Wait!" Yan Zhengming still refused to give up. He rolled his eyes and saw that there was no one around, so he raised his arm and hooked Cheng Qian's neck, dragged him over, and whispered, "Write a few copies for me, I tell you You have a secret."

Cheng Qian sighed, and said earnestly: "Elder brother, you don't need to tell my little brother such a big secret as 'how to tie the belt so that it floats'."

Without saying a word, Yan Zhengming took advantage of his tall body to hold Cheng Qian under his arm all the way and carried him away—the wind was blowing under his feet, not at all like someone who had just suffered from heatstroke.

Cheng Qian seldom wandered around the hills, and went from Qing'anju to Mission Hall at two o'clock every day, and then returned to Qing'anju from Mission Hall.

Of course, he is not without curiosity, but he has strong self-control. He thinks that he has not completed his studies and it is shameful to run around. Therefore, although he knows that there are many caves left by his predecessors on Fuyao Mountain, he has basically never visited them.

Yan Zhengming held him all the way to the top of the mountain, and in the hunting wind, he brought Cheng Qian to a strange rock that looked like a monkey: "This is it."

Cheng Qian glanced at it, and asked doubtfully, "This...could it be the statue that the senior brother made for the junior?"

Yan Zhengming was triumphant: "Little thing, don't use your tongue, there are times when you beg me."

After speaking, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the dust along the periphery of the stone, only to find a door-shaped gap there.

Yan Zhengming put his hand on the stone door, lowered his head and narrowed his eyes for a moment. After a "squeak" sound, he pushed the door on the stone monkey's belly open. Inside was a cramped small cave. A row of stone steps to the ground, dark.

Yan Zhengming: "This door can only be opened by those who can draw qi into the body. Unless you ask the master on this mountain, only I can bring you in—come with me."

After speaking, he ducked in.

Cheng Qian lazily followed behind him, not very interested at first, and asked perfunctorily, "What is this place?"

While leading the way, Yan Zhengming said, "No one has given it a name, but Master calls it the Jinglou."

Cheng Qian was taken aback.

The bright talismans engraved on the stone walls on the left and right sides seemed to sense someone coming in. Immediately after the two people walked in, the originally dark walls glowed with a faint white light, which was not dazzling, but it just illuminated it.

"It contains countless classics that I have sent for thousands of years. In addition to the scriptures of hundreds of schools that the master loves, there are also the heart and swordsmanship that the predecessors searched everywhere," Yan Zhengming said. If there is a tail, it should have been cocked by now "Little copper coin, if you meet master who will copy some scriptures and rules, if you can share some of it with me... I can come and open the door for you every ten days, how about it?"

While speaking, the stone steps were about to come to an end, and a burst of ink scent from piles of old papers came over his face. Cheng Qian couldn't help but asked a little suspiciously: "Since you are so powerful, why have I never seen you, brother?"

Yan Zhengming replied righteously: "You can't chew too much, and haste makes waste. Now I just need to practice my wooden sword well. Knowing too much will make it easy to get distracted."

After practicing a basic set of swordsmanship for seven or eight years, he really has the face to say that Cheng Qian has nothing to do with him, but the next moment, he was stunned.

At the end of the narrow path, the front suddenly opens up. A huge cave appears in front of you. The bookshelves go from bottom to top and go straight to the top of the cave. Stacks of silk, bamboo slips, animal skins and the most common paper books are arranged in different categories. Laws, swordsmanship, all kinds of heresy, and even travel notes on famous mountains and rivers, etc.-there are so many volumes.

There are stone steps behind the cave, leading to the lower level.

Yan Zhengming put his hands behind his back and said: "The scripture building has nine floors, and there are countless books. Li Yun's messy formulas were stolen when I was cleaning the scripture building. Tsk, this is a useless thing-by the way , Copper Coin, have you decided to copy the scriptures for your brother and me?"

Cheng Qian felt like a mouse fell into the rice vat.

He has never seen Yan Zhengming so pleasing to the eye. At this moment, let alone copying the scriptures a few times for his senior brother, it is okay to promise him with his body!

It is conceivable that since then, Cheng Qian has lived a more and more secluded life. He does not relax his own homework for a moment. The book I read in the scripture building.

Yan Zhengming opened the door for him once every ten days as promised, while Cheng Qian was like a greedy snake, wishing he could stuff the entire scripture building into his head and take away, every time he memorized a few chapters, and then read them again. Use the remaining ten days to go back and ponder slowly.

Such days are full and pass quickly, and it is a whole year from spring to autumn in a blink of an eye.

During this period, the Tianyao puddle girl has already shown her inhuman side - she has learned to crawl, walk and jump ahead of time. She is only one year old when she breaks out of her shell, but she is already as tall as a mortal girl who is three or four years old.

Cheng Qian slipped into the scripture building uninterruptedly, regardless of the weather. At the same time, his handwriting became more and more like the inscription on the mountain, and he even learned how to imitate Yan Zhengming's handwriting without a teacher.

At first, Yan Zhengming thought that Cheng Qian, like Li Yun, would secretly steal a few heretical and anecdotal storybooks, but he accidentally glanced at him once, and found that he was reading sword manuals and exercises in a serious manner.

Yan Zhengming, a big brother who couldn't support the wall with mud, came to a conclusion based on this--that brat, Tongqian, is crazy.

On Fuyao Mountain, Cheng Qian was an absolute outlier, especially compared to Han Yuan, who had been in the door for more than a year and hadn't read all the characters on the door rules.

One day, when opening the Jinglou door for Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help asking out his doubts.

"Copper coins," the young master said seriously, "What are you planning to do, are you going to Nantianmen to rebel?"

Cheng Qian prevaricated and said: "Master said, 'The scorpion and the jacaranda, the Li and the Xishi, the way is one', although the way has changed, but it remains the same, I plan to read more, so as to complement my own practice. .”

Yan Zhengming wondered, "You've only been a beginner for a year, so what's the rush to see the exercises?"

Cheng Qian said: "When we came back from the Demon Valley last year, didn't the senior brother also say that we would pluck Zipeng's hair? If you don't learn the skills well, how can you beat her?"

Yan Zhengming was even more surprised: "Yeah, I said 'someday', that old bastard is over 800 years old, and I'm only sixteen, why should I be in a hurry? Maybe in seven or eight hundred years, I'll be older than her." That's great."

This is definitely daydreaming...

During this period of time, Yan Zhengming's young body gradually stretched and stretched, running towards the height of an adult man, and his gestures began to fade away, and he began to look elegant. Sometimes Cheng Qian looked at his slender arms and legs and worn-out With a slow stature, when I look at the elder brother again, I feel a little envious in my heart.

But this little bit of admiration and envy was not enough for him to tolerate Yan Zhengming's intensified smug beauty.

This guy seems to feel that he can already embarrass Song Yu and Pan An. All reflective things - puddles on the ground after the rain, bright swords, he will take the opportunity to take a selfie, according to his facial expressions, Cheng Qian thought that when he took the photo, he must still be admiring himself in his heart.

A person who looks at himself with a sword as a mirror, and practice for seven or eight hundred years, or seven or eight thousand years—can he learn any good swordsmanship?

Cheng Qian had nothing to say to him, so he walked to the side and opened the half-read book he had last time.

I feel that the sect can't get better.

The author has something to say: Note: 莛 and Ying, Li and Xi Shi, Dao Tong is one from "Qi Wu Lun"