Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

On that day, Young Master Yan didn't even come out to eat—is the meal in that shabby inn for people?

He stuffed two snacks sickly, and couldn't sleep at night painfully.

Although Dao Tong has cleaned the thatched hut where he stayed 180 times from inside to outside, he still feels that the mattress smells bad, and the bed boards make him unable to sleep.

In a word, in this shabby place that has never been seen before, Young Master Yan has serious doubts about his entire life.He finally couldn't bear it any longer, adhering to the principle of not letting others be happy if he didn't feel happy, he jumped up and was going to settle accounts with his master.

Yan Zhengming threw off Daotong, turned into a headless fly, and angrily bumped around in the broken inn.

Because the inn is too dilapidated, and the owner looks like a black shopkeeper who sells human meat buns, they are the only ones staying here, and the huge yard is empty.After Yan Zhengming passed many thatched houses that looked like haunted houses, he found his poor, plague-stricken master in the innermost one.

However, he didn't rush forward, because Yan Zhengming saw from a distance that Mu Chun was with the innkeeper Wen Ya.

It's okay to trouble Master in private, but Yan Zhengming didn't intend to discredit Master in front of outsiders.

But after finding it with great difficulty, he felt unwilling to go back like this, so Young Master Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally groped in his purse, and found a piece of cicada's wing.

Needless to say, this ghost thing is naturally made by Li Yun. There are five holes on a small piece of cicada's wing. If you tie the holes up with a thread and hang them around your neck, you can hinder other people's five senses to a certain extent and hide your whereabouts. .

Of course, what advanced things can Li Yun make?This gadget has limited functions, so you don’t need to think about what makes people disappear out of thin air, stealth and silence, etc., but if it is far enough away and the wearer is careful enough, it can play a certain auxiliary role.

This thing is Han Yuan's sharp weapon for digging out bird eggs. After Yan Zhengming saw it, he gave him a righteous lesson, and then took it for himself.

Yan Zhengming went around to the other side of the hut, turned in from the drafty broken yard, hid behind the hut, and planned to wait for that bastard named Wen Ya to get out, and then come forward to argue with his master.

Yan Zhengming has been practicing swords all year round. Although he doesn't work very hard, he is more flexible than ordinary people. With the protection of Li Yun's cicada wings, he did not disturb the two real people in front of him without any danger.

Yan Zhengming found a place to sit down, ready to make a fussy face, and waited for the master to see off the guests.

And at this moment, the voices of those two talking reached his ears.

Wen Ya said: "I counted it as a vision from the sky last year. I wondered what it was. It turned out that the heavenly demon descended into the world. The heavenly demon descended into the world, and the demon king was furious. Coupled with the mutiny of the demons, the blood in the demon valley would turn into a sea. The demon was still in the egg, if that person hadn't used his own power to put down the chaos by force, and sent out the sky demon's egg... a blood-bathed sky demon, tsk, then it must have been more than just Fuyao Mountain's catastrophe—— By the way, where is the demon now? Has it hatched?"

Master Mu Chun replied calmly: "It's hatched, it's in your yard, I'll go and see her later, so as not to pee on your bed."

Wen Ya: "..."

Immediately, Mu Chun didn't wait for him to come back to his senses, and his voice suddenly became serious. Yan Zhengming heard that he even lowered his voice involuntarily, and asked, "I ask you, what is the great demon cultivator who possesses the power of the Northern Darkness?" Who is it, what has it to do with my faction, and why are you willing to use a soul as a talisman to block the robbery for my faction?"

Wen Ya: "He didn't tell you?"

Master Mu Chun sighed: "Even if it is a great demon, sacrificing one soul is still a serious injury. After that day, I never saw him again."

Wen Ya listened, and after thinking for a moment, she said: "When he asked me to give that thing to you, he only claimed to be an outcast from the Fuyao Sect, and I thought you knew him."

Master Mu Chun said: "Since the founding of our ancestors, there have been many deviant and apostate people. Just the 'Northern Mingjun' who I can tell the history has two seniors, let alone those who later concealed their names and refused to reveal their sects." ...After so many years, how do I know who he is?"

"There is no malice after all." Wen Ya said, "I think you should think about how to deal with your old friend instead of worrying about that little remnant soul."

Wen Ya deliberately lowered her voice for the word "old friend", appearing gloomy and low, with a strong meaning of warning, just a few words, others can hear the fear of this big man between the lines.

Yan Zhengming, who was eavesdropping behind the house, was startled.

An old friend?

This time, Master Mu Chun didn't answer for a long time, Yan Zhengming sat up straight involuntarily, and poked his head.

After a while, the master opened his mouth.

"Brother Wen Ya," Master Mu Chun said quietly, "If I... my children, I will trouble you to take care of them when the time comes."

Wait, what does this mean?

All the sensitivity that Yan Zhengming hadn't developed in 16 years of life was added to this ear. He even forgot that he was eavesdropping, and his mind quickly changed, and he held his breath for a while.

Wen Ya sneered in a low voice, which seemed to be a little mocking, but she didn't know who she was mocking.

"Come on, I'm just a small person, how can I take it on?" Wen Ya said, "You Fuyao Mountain is so beautiful, every generation will have evil spirits, how can a mediocre person like me with ordinary aptitude be able to hold back? What's more, don't you have someone who is willing to engrave a spell on your soul to protect you from disaster? I think you might as well ask him."

Master Mu Chun heard Wen Ya's meaning, so he wisely did not dwell on this topic.

The two quickly started gossiping pretending to be relaxed. These middle-aged and elderly men in the cultivation world knew about their relatives and relatives for 500 years.

Yan Zhengming's legs were almost numb, and he was sure that he couldn't hear anything, so he stood up carefully, and walked back from the way he came.

In June's furnace-like weather, cold sweat broke out from his palms.

Yan Zhengming left Master's thatched hut and went straight to Cheng Qian's. It was already late, and Cheng Qian had already fallen asleep, but Yan Zhengming dragged him out of the quilt alive.

Cheng Qian's sleep was disturbed for no reason, and he stared at Yan Zhengming eagerly, as if planning to scratch his face.

Yan Zhengming didn't see his face at all, picked up Cheng Qian's bedside clothes, threw them on his face, and said solemnly: "Put it on, and follow me."

Yan Zhengming frowned, and walked around Cheng Qian's room anxiously, almost out of his mind. He neither noticed that the clothes on Cheng Qian's bedside were just worn today, nor took the opportunity to criticize him for the dried pickles on his belt. The same dozen of wrinkles, but he kept urging Cheng Qian with a heavy heart.

With this detail, Cheng Qian concluded that something was wrong with him, and at least in Yan Zhengming's own eyes, the matter might be a bit serious.He hastily put on a robe, and before he even had time to comb his hair, he was dragged away by Yan Zhengming with disheveled hair, and went to Li Yun and Han Yuanna.

Han Yuan couldn't find it, since he went down the mountain, he became a runaway horse, and he didn't know where to go.

Li Yun hadn't slept yet, and was still working hard under the oil lamp. When he saw the two of them coming hand in hand, he was very surprised at first, and then his eyes fell on the cicada wings on Yan Zhengming's neck, and he asked a little suspiciously: "Daddy?" Senior brother... is this someone's corner after listening to it just now?"

Yan Zhengming gave up looking for Han Yuan, and he didn't bother much. He sat down and wiped a porcelain cup seven or eight times from the inside to the outside. At the same time, he said absently what he had just heard from his master.

Li Yun and Cheng Qian looked at each other, Cheng Qian took the glazed porcelain bowl from Yan Zhengming's hand, and poured him a cup of herbal tea that had been left for an unknown amount of time, Yan Zhengming took it and drank it unconsciously .

Li Yun frowned, and asked: "Brother, do you... know the 'old friend'?"

Li Yun is actually very careful, but he is too playful, indulges in heresy, and doesn't pay much attention. Yan Zhengming stared at the cold water in the glass for a while, and admitted: "Not bad."

Cheng Qian said with certainty: "Then I know, it must be a demon cultivator."

Yan Zhengming: "How do you know?"

Cheng Qian actually felt that something was wrong a long time ago—after reciting scriptures with Master for a long time, he noticed that although Master often talked nonsense and there were often contradictory things in different scriptures, "the great way is invisible" and "satisfied" The content of "natural law and nature" runs through it all the way.

There is no right and wrong in the invisible, and all things lead to the same goal. Cheng Qian has been in the door for so long, but he has never heard the master say that there is nothing wrong with demon cultivation and demon cultivation.

Those who hate these things are those who don't care about them.

Cheng Qian: "When we were in the Valley of Demons last year, the second senior brother talked about magic cultivation, and when the senior brother stopped him, I felt... the senior brother seems to be particularly against the way of magic."

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "I was afraid that he would spoil you by talking nonsense."

Cheng Qian didn't even bat an eyelid: "Oh, the senior brother sleeps by example every morning class, so he must not be afraid of teaching us badly."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The darn thing is kinda ticklish!

Yan Zhengming rolled his eyes at him, remained silent for a while, and said slowly: "I probably haven't told you where I met Master. When I was seven or eight years old, I once lost my temper for some reason. In a fit of anger, he left the servant's sight and ran out alone, only to be abducted on the way."

Looking old at three years old, this is indeed something that a big brother can do.

"I remember that man was a handsome man, but his face seemed to be terminally ill, with a layer of death," Yan Zhengming said while recalling, "He brought us to an abandoned Taoist temple."

Cheng Qian blinked: "You?"

"We," Yan Zhengming said, "we have four or five children about my age, except for one who is a girl, and the rest are boys. That person is a demon cultivator. He killed the girl first. I saw him with my own eyes. He strangled her neck, but did not directly strangle her to death, but pulled out her three souls and seven souls from the center of her eyebrows. Afterwards, the little girl was still panting and her heart was still beating. A skin bag was left in place, lingering on for seven or eight days before dying—that was me...the first time I saw a dead person."

After nearly ten years, Yan Zhengming can still tell every detail of that time, which shows that this memory has been engraved in his mind.

Li Yun was stunned when he heard this: "What's the use of Moxiu killing children?"

Yan Zhengming said: "He put the girl's soul into a lamp with stinky kerosene, and the flame immediately jumped up and grew forever, followed by us. He didn't directly kill us, but took away every day. Our blood, poured in lamp oil, was fine at first except for a little nausea, but the young children didn’t have that much blood, and within a few days, some people couldn’t hold it anymore and were about to die.”

When Cheng Qian heard this, the more he heard it, the more familiar it became, and he couldn't help but blurted out: "Could it be the Soul Eater Lamp..."

Li Yun: "What?"

Yan Zhengming's expression suddenly turned sharp: "How do you know?"

Cheng Qian: "I have seen in the building that the soul-eating lamp can refine the soul. The lowest level is to use the soul of a virgin as the wick, use the refined corpse oil and the blood of a virgin as the lamp oil, and burn it for seven to 49 days. The girl's soul is refined into her own ghost image, this is a kind of magic way, called ghost way."

Yan Zhengming grabbed his wrist with a stern voice: "Cheng Qian, I will open the scripture door for you, just to show you how to bleed people to refine their souls?"

Cheng Qian was not afraid of him, and said confidently: "I didn't say that I wouldn't let you see it. I just flipped through it casually."

"Okay," Li Yun was very clever, and when he saw that the topic was going wrong, he immediately pulled back, "Brother, go ahead and say, what happened to that murderous demon cultivator? Could it be that Master saved you, so you followed him?" Did he get started?"

Yan Zhengming gave Cheng Qian a hard look: "Master saved me indeed, but that's not the point..."

When he said this, he involuntarily paused: "Master and that devil know each other. I heard with my own ears that Master called him 'Senior Brother'."