Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The next day, the fact that Cheng Qian stayed behind to learn spells with Yan Zhengming shocked the Fuyao faction.

A group of senior disciples surrounded him, and they all asked the same question: "What? Have you been able to draw Qi into your body?"

Cheng Qian rubbed his ears, and couldn't help being a little smug at first, but before Qi Qing showed his face, he was already startled. Thinking of the long and boundless path of practice, he quickly poured a large basin of cold water on himself to calm his mind.

Unfazed by favor or disgrace, he nodded his head humbly, and said indifferently: "Well, it's considered an introduction."

After hearing this, the disciples had different reactions.

Among them, the most normal one is Li Yun.

Li Yun can't say that he is not smart, and he has always been conceited that he is smart. Those who indulge in heresy and create their own games must not be stupid. Finally, I stopped playing toad, and became obsessed with playing with bugs again.

However, he never expected that a younger brother who started a year later than him would be the first to start by himself, and his face and heart felt uncomfortable for a while.Li Yun silently put away his cricket cage, grasshopper cage...and a bottle of worm wine with unknown function, went back to work hard after practicing sword that day, and didn't even care about fooling around with Han Yuan.

Real Mu Chun was very relieved to see it, knowing that Li Yun would be sad for a while, and anyone else would be sad, but the sadness is only temporary, Cheng Qian's role in spurring him is long-lasting.

It's a pity that before the master was relieved, he discovered that Li Yun was the only one in the sect who had a heart.

For example, Han Yuan, who was tortured half to death by the meticulous family rules, didn't feel anything.

Ever since Han Yuan heard Li Yun's nonsense and came back from a one-day trip to the Demon Valley, he has lost his desire to pursue aura and only pursued eating, drinking and having fun.

He thought, what's the rush?Life is short, let's play for a few years before we talk.

At this time, seeing that Cheng Qian, who started with him, was able to draw his breath into his body, instead of being envious, Han Yuan was very gloating. Before leaving, he patted Cheng Qian on the shoulder and said, "Oh, I have to add lessons, you The day of trouble is coming!"

So Han Yuan was picked up by the back of the neck with a wooden sword by the master and thrown out of the preaching hall.

There is also the head disciple of his township treasure, Yan Zhengming saw that a table was added next to him, and an identical hourglass was placed on it, and he said with some emotion at first: "I have practiced sword for almost four years and only became the first!" This time I feel angry, has the small copper coin been started for a year?"

Master Mu Chun thought that the young master had been stimulated and was ready to work hard.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhengming just sighed casually, and immediately smiled, and pretended to say: "Third Junior Brother, in the future, we can also 'ask each other for advice' in terms of spells like learning scriptures."

Cheng Qian replied with a half-smile: "Do you want me to do your spell practice together with adding two more milk cakes? Brother, stop dreaming."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

By the way, this little bastard has always regarded him as a human-shaped key to the scripture building!Now he can go on his own, and he has no value for the key!

Where is the dignity of the elder brother?

In the first charm class, the master gave Cheng Qian a knife and a wooden sign. There were two lines on the upper and lower sides of the wooden sign, with a distance of one inch in the middle. What he has to do for a while is to write on the wooden sign with scales on it. Make a vertical mark one inch long.

"At first there will be some resistance," the master said, "don't be afraid, take your time, your big brother carved a one-inch-long mark, and it's been half a year."

Yan Zhengming coughed dryly in embarrassment, and felt that he was not enough to be a role model.

It wasn't until the first cut that Cheng Qian realized that the spell was not so easy to engrave.

He noticed very early on that the carving knife used by the senior brother to learn spells was not an ordinary wood carving knife. There were clear symbols on the small knife, which was only for beginners.

Cheng Qianjinglou read "Introduction to Charms" that people who are new to spells will not connect their power with spells, so they need such an auxiliary tool to get started.

And this starter tool seemed to be not easy to match. The moment the tip of the knife fell on the wood, Cheng Qian felt that the carving knife in his hand seemed to be a huge whirlpool, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drawn out by it.

He was startled, and the hand holding the knife instinctively paused. With this pause, the knife could no longer advance half a point on the wood.

Cheng Qian took a closer look, and there was only a shallow scratch like a cat's scratch left on the wood.

Mu Chun didn't tell Cheng Qian in advance that the strokes of the spell cannot be broken or stopped, and must be completed in one go, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted. At this moment, seeing that he has suffered from the pain of carving a knife, he moved and walked slowly, intending to Point out his previous mistakes.

He also likes to use this "after the fact" method when teaching Yan Zhengming, because he thinks it can make them remember better.

But Zhenren was really slow, probably because his steps were too unhurried, before Muchun Zhenren had even strolled up to Cheng Qian, the boy had already clenched the knife in his hand, and made the second cut firmly and straightly.

The carving knife once again crazily consumed the strength of his whole body. Cheng Qian recited "Introduction to Charms" silently, mobilizing his nascent aura, trying to make the aura around him sink into the sea of ​​aura, and then rise up his arm.

It's a pity that although Cheng Qian has caught the trick, after all, he is just getting started, even if he can draw qi into his body, the amount he can draw is very limited, and he can't catch up with the carving knife from his body.

The first thing that felt wrong was the legs and feet. Cheng Qian seemed to have walked a hundred and eight thousand miles non-stop. His feet were numb at first, and then there was an indescribable soreness in his muscles and bones. The numbness was so deep that by the end he could barely feel his legs.

Followed by his waist, if Cheng Qian hadn't freed up a hand to hold down the table, his waist had almost no support, and his back began to hurt like a needle prick, his heart was beating wildly, his back spine As if bent by something invisible.

And finally the head.

When people are extremely sleepy, they will have confusion and hallucinations. Cheng Qian almost couldn't hold the carving knife in his hand a few times in the middle of the journey. There is a small and a half distance.

Cheng Qian was a little dazzled, and the feeling was indescribable, as if he had run twenty laps around the foot of Fuyao Mountain in this moment, exhausted from head to toe.

No wonder his elder brother, who is too cautious, scratches his head and fidgets every time he sits in front of the spell.

But Cheng Qian didn't know what was meant by "step by step" and what was meant by "enough was enough".

The harder it was, the more he could bring out all the extremes and toughness in his bones. The knife made a shrill "squeak" sound on the wood. Every time he advanced, Cheng Qian felt that he was exhausted, but then , He can always grit his teeth and push the blade down a bit on the edge of the end.

Just when he was in a trance, and had the illusion that his blade was about to reach the end line, an adult's hand pinched his wrist involuntarily.

The knife fell on the table with a "choke", and Cheng Qian's hands softened, his tense muscles couldn't be relaxed for a while, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Master Mu Chun hugged him with one hand, and rested his other hand on the back of his heart. Cheng Qian's eyes darkened, and he finally stopped holding his master's sleeve, only then felt a gentle warm current from his back melted into his body. The limbs, where the warm current passed, the numb and stiff parts of his body seemed to be pricked again and again by countless ox hair needles.

Cheng Qian broke out in a cold sweat. After being burned by ants, his breath was stuck in his chest. It took him a long time to catch his breath. The panting was so fast that he choked out a heart-piercing cough.

Master Mu Chun patted him on the back in distress, and kept saying: "You child, you child..."

Yan Zhengming, who had been trimming his nails for a long time with a knife and hadn't gotten to the point, was dumbfounded.

Yan Zhengming said in a daze: "Copper coins, you..."

He said "you" for a long while, but he couldn't find the right words, and finally choked out a sentence: "You...why are you so fierce?"

It took a while before Cheng Qian came to his senses. Master Mu Chun let go of him, pulled the wooden card out of his hand, and stared at the vertical mark with a somewhat complicated expression - the first part was fairly flat, and it could be seen that he said "Nothing" Master Zitong knows the tricks of the spell, but it can be seen that he loses his strength soon, and the second half of the breath is skewed like a gossamer. It is obvious that Cheng has exhausted himself before he was half an inch away. Shi Qian, he almost broke in many places, but it never broke, not only did it not break, if he didn't break it himself, he would still refuse to give up the knife.

This is how big a dead eye grows on the chest?

Master Mu Chun was a little scared, he realized that it was a big mistake for him to regard Cheng Qian as Yan Zhengming, and it almost caused trouble.

The initial talisman practice was actually boring and harsh, because they basically didn’t teach them to carve anything useful. It was just that the carving knife guided the disciples who had just drawn qi into the body to exercise their meridians so as to broaden them.

Broadening the meridians is not a comfortable experience, one has to exhaust the little energy that can just stay in their sea of ​​​​qi time and time again.

But this is like stretching. If you practice uninterrupted every day, you can develop kung fu, but if you push it to the end rashly, your tendons may break.

I think when Young Master Yan first came into contact with the wooden signboard, he basically poked a hole in the wood with the tip of the knife, and then he started screaming that his hands hurt, his legs hurt, his butt hurt, and he said as if he was going to die soon, and he was going to make a fuss On the contrary, he was full of anger - he refused to touch the spell again.

Mu Chun had no choice but to take him hand in hand for more than two months before he was forced to let him in.

Even now, he sometimes asks this big apprentice to go back to do some spell exercises, and that guy just scratches the wooden board with a peeling knife-don't be a master and don't know.

Master Mu Chun lowered his face, first he gave Yan Zhengming a hard look, and then asked Cheng Qian, "Have you been to the Jinglou?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Master Mu Chun sat on Cheng Qian's table, lowered his head and stared at this ignorant brat: "I watched "Introduction to Charms" in advance, what else did I watch?"

Cheng Qian didn't dare to say anything.

"Let's think about it, exercises, swordsmanship, mental techniques, a hundred dialects, maybe there are..." Every time Master Mu Chun uttered a word, Cheng Qian's head lowered, the master turned half of the table, and his thin lips were ruthless. Spit out two words, "Demon way?"

Cheng Qian's heart skipped a beat: "Master, I..."

Master Mu Chun stared at the little hair on the top of his head, waiting for him to deny or cry outright.

Unexpectedly, the kid didn't deny it, and he didn't mean to piss the horse at all. He stood there for a while, and admitted softly: "I was wrong."

Master Mu Chun didn't believe that Cheng Qian could sincerely repent at all: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

It really wasn't true.

Yan Zhengming looked a little unbearably from the sidelines. As the relationship between the three senior brothers became deeper, the hateful places of his three junior brothers were also exposed. Sometimes he wished he could strangle Cheng Qian, but he could always forgive him quickly. He, because he thought Cheng Qian was like a vigilant and bad-tempered little wolf cub, who would bite someone when he was in a hurry, but when he looked carefully, what was left was only teeth marks. He knew in his heart who was good to him, Just pretending to be fierce, but in fact, he is always careful not to hurt others.

Yan Zhengming defended and said: "Master, you can't blame him for this. I brought him in. There is no entertainment on the mountain. I want to find a few free books to coax my brother to play..."

Master Mu Chun: "Will you see the introduction to spells when you read idle books?"

Yan Zhengming: "I accidentally saw it."

Master Mu Chun rolled his eyelids: "Zheng Ming, do you think he is you?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He didn't know whether the master scolded Cheng Qian or himself.

Master Mu Chun sighed, looked at Cheng Qian who was carefully sizing him up, and felt that if he continued to teach like this, he might not only look like Master Zipeng's father, but might become her grandfather in a few days.

He beckoned Cheng Qian, wiped the cold sweat on his brow with his sleeve, tried to be stricter, but failed, only appeared a little deep.

"Among the nine-story scripture building, there are three thousand avenues that predecessors have walked through," Mu Chun said, "Have you ever been to the second-to-last floor? Of course not, because there is nothing useful in it - there is a record of me Fuyao The road that many ancestors have traveled and the final result... or the end, you are looking for your own way, as a teacher, I hope you don't choose the most difficult one."

Cheng Qian seemed to understand, but felt that the warning was heavy and unusual, so he nodded involuntarily.

Then, in such half-comprehension, the two of them were punished by the kind Master for thirty scriptures.

Unlucky senior brother, it seems that he is being sat down by his juniors all the time.