Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian ran away before Yan Zhengming tried to escape punishment by bribery, shamelessness and other shameless methods.

When he returned to Qing'anju, he meticulously finished the scriptures that his master had punished him for copying until midnight. Except for Xue Qing who came to ask him to eat, Cheng Qian spent the rest of the time in his study—only Xue Qing could invite him at such a time He, because Xue Qing once asked him to eat and Cheng Qian ignored him, and Xue Qing stayed with him until midnight, and since then, no matter how much he didn't want to be disturbed, Cheng Qian never ignored him again.

After finishing writing in one breath, Cheng Qian ran to the scripture building in full swing.

This was the first time he pushed open the door of the scripture building with his own hands, and walked in dignifiedly, but Cheng Qian lingered around the sword manuals and kungfu spells that he often browsed for a while, and followed his master's instructions, and walked forward The second basement floor.

In fact, he is very good at obedience and disobedience, but he doesn't like to deal with Master like this.

The penultimate layer is a bit stronger than the bottom layer, and it is also an inaccessible place. The scrolls here seem to be untouched, and it can be seen that no one will flip through them. Cheng Qian picked out a few volumes at random, and saw that the front side was full of portraits, and the back side contained The life of this disciple—what is his name, how did he get started, what kind of person he was, why he got into Taoism, what kind of Taoism he entered, how many years he had ups and downs, and when he "returned" in a certain month of the year, and finally after the dust settled. , the verdict given by later generations.

There are also some who disappeared halfway and were expelled from the sect. These are separated from each other, and the follow-up is unknown.

Cheng Qian first read it as a pastime for a while, but in the end he was so sleepy that he fell asleep leaning against a corner of the bookshelf before he knew it. He woke up suddenly when the scroll in his hand fell to the ground. He leaned back and slid off the bookshelf. He fell down and lay on the ground in a daze.

Although there are anti-moth and moisture-proof charms in the scripture building, it has not seen the sun for a long time, and it is still cold. Cheng Qian was shocked by the ice on the ground. At this moment, he saw something under the bookshelf.

It was a small gap between the bottom of the bookshelf and the ground, and it took a very thin child to put his arm in. Cheng Qian rolled up his sleeves by mistake, groped under the bookcase a few times, and dragged the thing out.

It was actually a roll of portraits, and what was strange was that it was only half a sheet, and the middle of the drawing paper seemed to be cut open by a sharp weapon. Only the upper body of the man in the portrait was left. He was wearing a half-new robe, but It never looks shabby, I don't know who the painter is, with just a few strokes, Fenghua Wushuang seems to have penetrated the back of the paper.

But... which senior is this person?

Cheng Qian turned to the back of the portrait, but there was no word on the back.

Cheng Qian didn't know much about painting, but from a layman's point of view, he felt that the painting was very good, and it didn't look like it was ruined... But how could there be no words?

He couldn't figure it out, but fortunately, Cheng Qian's interest in things about people he didn't know was always limited, so he soon stopped being entangled, packed up the half scroll of paintings, went back upstairs, picked up a few books and took them back to read .

The days passed quickly, and on the sixth day of June, the masters and apprentices of the Fuyao School finished their daily teaching and set off down the mountain.

Of course, the "majestic" scene was created by senior brother Yan Zhengming.

This man prepared several large carts, one of which carried him, and the others carried his luggage—which in his own eyes was a necessity for survival, but in the eyes of others it was just a bunch of dispensable bits and pieces .

Except for him, the others—including the only girl, Puddle, only carried a wooden sword and a small bag that could be carried on their backs—Cheng Qian also brought two more bundles of books, hanging on the on horseback.

Despite this, Young Master Yan still complained endlessly, he hadn't been down Fuyao Mountain for seven years, and the wind, food, and dew on the way almost cost him his life.

Young master Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with a man riding alone in a car in broad daylight, but he couldn't bear the wind and sun for Master and his juniors outside, so he poked his head and said to the skinny master who was riding on a thin horse, "Master, take your juniors to the car." Well, it's too hot outside."

Master Mu Chun said with emotion: "Disciple, you are really filial."

After all, a young man is one year older. Although Yan Zhengming has become more and more smug, he does know something better than before. Satire.

In the end, the master rejected his proposal, and just threw the puddle in Yan Zhengming's car into Yan Zhengming's car, and asked her to teach Young Master Yan with her dripping saliva. When she turned her head, Master Mu Chun saw Cheng again. Qian, Cheng Qian was affected by the backlash of the spell that day, and he never recovered, his little face was still pale.

Mu Chun said to him: "Go to your brother's car and rest for a while, don't be brave, you can still read in the car."

Yan Zhengming said: "Yes, little copper coin, come and play with my junior sister, my car is enough for you two to roll around in it."

Cheng Qian rejected him without hesitation, and at the same time, he didn't say a good word: "Senior brother is too modest, just your car team, marrying into the palace and being a concubine is enough."

Yan Zhengming was rarely kind, and was always treated like a donkey by him. He immediately put down the car curtain angrily, not wanting to see that little bastard again.

Cheng Qian remembered that his master said that the senior brother entered the Tao with the sword, and most of the people who entered the Tao with the sword were determined-except for a few strange people like Yan Zhengming.

But he himself is different. The master said that he entered the Tao because of his heart.

What is "Entrance from the Heart"?

Cheng Qian spent a long time in the scripture building for the first few days, but he couldn't figure out what this "heart" refers to. There are different opinions from various schools, and there are many schools. Among the various sayings, one point was mentioned invariably, "Those who enter the Tao with the sword exercise their bodies, and those who enter the Tao with their hearts refine their spirits."

"Spirit training", that is to hone the mind, focus, patience, pain, perseverance, etc. are all included in it. After a certain level of cultivation, you can do whatever you want without breaking the rules. But for Cheng Qian, who is just getting started, the best thing he can find The basic way of refining gods is penance.

At this time, he seemed to have regarded this hot summer trip as one of the methods of penance.

After walking for three days, the master and apprentice arrived at the shore of the East China Sea.

There is a small town on the coast of the East China Sea, named Fulong Town. When the weather is fine, people standing on the harbor can see the shadows of overseas fairy mountains. There are all kinds of shops selling fairy artifacts in the town. There are so many fish and dragons that it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, there has always been a lot of traffic, and there are countless tourists from far and near every year.

But no year is as lively as this year.

When Master Muchun and the others arrived, almost all the inns in the town were overcrowded. Yan Zhengming proposed to send a Taoist boy on the side of the road to find out which one was the most expensive.

Master pretended to be deaf and dumb, ignoring his bad idea.

The old weasel was familiar with the road, and led them to the southernmost outskirts of Fulong town without stopping, heading straight for a row of huts.

It was a row of real thatched houses. From the outside, its architectural style was similar to that of a stable. A few chickens were strolling around the door, and there was a stone pigsty next to it. Wu Zheng opened his eyes curiously, looking at Young Master Yan's red makeup-like convoy.

Yan Zhengming pushed open the car door, frowned and surveyed the surroundings, stretched out his arms and poked Cheng Qian: "What the hell is this place? The toilet?"

At this moment, he had already forgotten the fact that he was so angry with Cheng Qian just now. It can be seen that Yan Zhengming is not very persistent, and he doesn't hold much grudges. It is probably his main business to change the law every day.

Cheng Qian gave him a sympathetic look, and said, "I just saw Master go in and call the door—I'm afraid this is where we rest at night."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He preferred to sleep in the carriage.

There is nothing more indignant than going out. After a long time, Yan Zhengming, who was indignant, remembered his responsibilities as a senior brother. After scanning around, he raised his head aggressively and asked Li Yun, "The land covers the sky!" Woolen cloth?"

Ever since Li Yun was stimulated by Cheng Qian, he refused to play with things anymore. He rode on a horse all the way, and he also imitated Cheng Qian's hand and pointed upwards without raising his head. Everyone followed him Looking up, he saw a big wolfberry tree at the door of the hut, and a head that seemed to have been punched dented protruded from the leafy branches.

Han Yuan's top flower thornyly said to the brothers of the same school with different expressions below: "Call me? Wait for me to pick red fruits for you to eat. There are a lot of them growing on them, sweet!"

Present treasure.

Yan Zhengming slammed the car door angrily, deciding that he would rather die than get out of the car.

However, he got off in the end—because of the long journey, the little junior sister, who still had difficulty communicating with others, couldn't hold back and urinated in his car.

For this reason, until the second half of the night, Yan Zhengming's face was blue and black.

This large group of huts has a very self-aware name, it is called "Broken Inn".

Two lines of writing were pasted on the door of the broken inn. On the left door frame was written "three articles and one night", and on the right door frame was written "I can't live without love". Five to eighty thousand the same.

The master knocked on the door for half a stick of incense, and the host showed up. He was a big man over eight feet tall, and his image was like a hill made of iron—it was almost as wide as it was!

He must be angry, his face is like a copper basin, his lips are thick, and the corners of his mouth hang upside down. He looks like a debt collector.

As soon as this gentleman went out, Li Jun's horse was startled, and it backed up a foot in small steps, almost bumping into Yan Zhengming's car, and the horse's face was full of horror .

But the master cupped his fists modestly and familiarly, and said with a smile: "Brother Wen Ya, long time no see."

A group of apprentices and Taoists felt that it would be difficult to look directly at the words "Wen" and "Ya" in the future.

The "iron tower" looked impatient when it opened the door, and it was only after seeing the real Mu Chun that his expression softened a little, and he muttered: "Little Chun, why are you here?"

Cheng Qian was caught off guard by this frightening address. He almost fell off the horse, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his body.

"Come in," Wen Ya glanced at Young Master Yan's majestic convoy, and frowned, "You came as soon as you came, why did you drag your family with you? This is to see off your relatives?"

Li Jun, Cheng Qian and Han Yuan snickered and looked at Yan Zhengming. Yan Zhengming took out his new saber, grinned and slapped Li Yun's cowardly horse on the buttocks. Suddenly it turned into a Pegasus, raised its front legs high, and jumped forward a few times hysterically, stirring up the chickens in front of the broken inn door and soaring towards the sun, even the fat pig groaned along with it.

Yan Zhengming walked into the most dilapidated thatched hut he had lived in all his life, stepping on the rustling wind, feeling sad and tragic with no future in his heart.