Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

As soon as Yan Zhengming's words came out, Li Yun and Cheng Qian were stunned. Li Yun almost lost his mind, and blurted out: "Then... isn't that the uncle?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that he was possessed by Han Yuan, and he pinched his brows in frustration.

Yan Zhengming said sternly: "Of course not, have you eaten all the rules of the school? For example, the way of ghosts and the way of killing are evil heretics that harm the laws of nature and human relations. If you step into it, you will be expelled from the sect and will never come back. "

A quiet room.

After a while, Cheng Qian came back to his senses and said, "In other words... the person Boss Wen mentioned may be..."

When he said this, he paused involuntarily, as if he didn't know what to call this person, and after a while, he finally choked out: "Uh... former uncle."

"Who else is there besides him?" Yan Zhengming said irritably, "Fuyao Mountain is not the headquarters of demon cultivators."

Li Yun tentatively said: "Elder brother, what do you think? How about we ask Master tomorrow?"

Yan Zhengming immediately shook his head and vetoed it. Although the master talked a lot, most of it was nonsense. As long as he encountered a serious matter, he would immediately turn into a saw-mouthed gourd, and he couldn't hold back even the bastards.Yan Zhengming never believed that the three of them could pry something from the master. He pondered for a moment, holding a glimmer of hope, and said: "Is there any way... to find out the whereabouts of the master when he wants to get rid of us?" ?”

Cheng Qian spent the whole day in the nine-story scripture building. Hearing this, a lot of corresponding countermeasures immediately popped up in his mind. However, he quickly deleted them one by one, and finally found that the hope was very slim—because if he wanted to track down Master, he had to first , that is, there must be someone among them who is more powerful than Master.

"I don't think so," Cheng Qian said, "unless the second senior brother turns into a toad again, and rubs a lot of golden toad magic water on the master—but I suspect that if he encounters a big demon, the second senior brother's guiding toad may Playing dead again."

"Don't look at me, I can't help it," Li Yun spread his hands, "Anything with intelligence will be cowarded by the enemy now, and those who are not cowardly must be stupid, and it is not easy to find someone."

"It must be intelligent, and not cowardly..." Yan Zhengming followed his voice and thought for a moment, "Hey, what do you say about puddles?"

Cheng Qian rolled his eyes - he didn't see that the little junior sister was "intelligent", nor did she see that she was "not cowardly", but he realized the next moment, they were incapable of tracking the master, so it's possible to return Can't you find a way to lay material on the little junior sister?

Anyway, that stupid child who has been brought by Master's side can't even understand human language, so he will definitely not find out.

The three discussed for a while, found a wooden stick, and cut it into extremely thin slices. The well-read Cheng Qian provided the method, and Yan Zhengming started to use the knife to carve the tracking spell stumbled.

This tracking spell is very basic, and Cheng Qian hasn't seen an advanced one yet, but he couldn't hold back the big brother's hand wave, and failed again and again.

Young Master Yan shook his sore hands, feeling that he had never put so much effort into learning spells in a serious way, and couldn't help but glared at Cheng Qian angrily: "What kind of crap is this, are you reliable?"

It's almost impossible to blame the latrine - Cheng Qian swallowed the indecent words from his mouth, then stuffed them into his eyes, and scanned the elder brother from head to toe with a look of disdain again.

The quarrels continued, and Li Yun was exhausted and muddy. The three of them tossed and tossed until midnight before they managed to carve the wooden strips.

Yan Zhengming handed the stick to the yawning Li Yun: "I don't care, you can find a way to put it on for her, because I have been tossing with you for half a night because of this shit."

Who is it because of?

Cheng Qian was so sleepy that he was top-heavy, leaving the "mother" Yan who was the first to sue, and walked unsteadily towards his hut.Just as he walked to the door and was about to go in, Yan Zhengming who caught up suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Xiaoqian, I have something to tell you."

As Yan Zhengming grew taller like some kind of manure he ate this year, his voice gradually sank, no longer as clear as a young man, as long as he didn't blah blah blah, he sounded like a grown man up.

Cheng Qian seldom heard him so serious, and turned around to look at him suspiciously.

The young man behind him stood tall and tall under the moonlight, his usual impetuousness and willfulness seemed to be suppressed by the deep night, and he looked a little different for a while.

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "I missed mentioning some things just now, in fact... I also heard that man surnamed Wen say another sentence."

Cheng Qian frowned.

"He said that the Fuyao sect is 'Zhong Ling Yuxiu', and there will be evil spirits in every generation..." Yan Zhengming's voice stopped here, and he stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, feeling that the junior was almost like a fragile bamboo pole, which seemed to break if he broke it In fact, it was cold and hard, no one knew how many awkward emotions were hidden in his stomach, Yan Zhengming lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "You have a sense of proportion, right?"

After hearing this, Cheng Qian didn't ridicule him, nor did he talk back. He could hear the seriousness in Yan Zhengming's words. Regardless of whether the senior brother was worrying unnecessarily, he could feel that the words were for his own good.Since the senior brother is usually lazy and arrogant, most of the time his juniors let him go, and Cheng Qian seldom finds the feeling of an elder brother from him.

until this moment.

So Cheng Qian didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

Yan Zhengming let out a breath, put his hand on the back of Cheng Qian's loose hair, and gently pushed him into the thatched cottage.

"That's good," Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, and then he came back to his senses. He was old-fashioned again, pointed at Cheng Qian's pleated clothes, and said, "Change for me tomorrow, don't you feel like a piece of clothing?" A rag?"

Cheng Qian must have disagreed - his answer was to use the gatekeeper of the hut to shoot the senior brother outside.

It was an eventful night, Cheng Qian dismissed Yan Zhengming, and fell headfirst on the bed, feeling like he had just fallen asleep when he was woken up again.

Han Yuan is even more annoying than the senior brother kicking open his door and dragging him out of the quilt—he seems to have turned into a bird that loves to peck wood, sneaking around on the wooden window lattice. Knocking up and down, Cheng Qian was upset when he woke up.

Even on horseback, Cheng Qian didn't drop his spell for a moment. The meridian that was forced to widen this time merged with the elongated bones when he started to grow into a pain, which made him often sleep badly at night. , and was woken up twice in succession, he wished he could hold a sharp weapon to kill these noises.

Han Yuan didn't go through the main entrance, but crawled in through the window under Cheng Qian's expressionless gaze, sat down on his bed unceremoniously, and whispered, "Hey, guess what I saw just now?"

Cheng Qian didn't guess, and fell on his back on the bed, covering his head with the quilt without saying a word.

"Hey, don't sleep, get up, I'll take you to see something strange." Han Yuan threw himself on Cheng Qian, grabbing his quilt with both hands, "You must have never seen it, Xiao Qian? Xiao Qian!"

Cheng Qian resolutely refused to poke his head out to see him, and shouted at him through the quilt: "Go find your mother!"

Han Yuan turned pale with shock: "Just kidding, I don't dare, he has to put me in the incense burner and burn it."

Cheng Qian rolled on the bed: "Then go find Li Yun!"

"I found it," Han Yuan said aggrievedly, "I'm almost firing cannons in his ears, I can't wake him up."

Cheng Qian: "..."

Ganqing is the easiest way to wake him up, and he is the most reserved when he gets angry.

Han Yuan successfully lifted his quilt, ignored Cheng Qian's hidden anger, and whispered in his ear, "Have you ever seen a ghost?"

Just as Cheng Qian was about to have a seizure, when he heard this sentence, the tip of his frowning brows suddenly moved: "What?"

After a stick of incense, Cheng Qian followed Han Yuan out of the broken inn.

"There is a market in the town these days, so I was a little late shopping," Han Yuan said while walking, "So when I came back, I took a shortcut—here, watch out for your feet."

Cheng Qian walked behind Han Yuan in a daze, carefully avoiding the mud on the ground. He couldn't figure out how he could figure out the surrounding environment in such a short time. Maybe this is the ability of beggars who travel far and wide. ?Han Yuan led him all the way to a more remote place. Cheng Qian held his wooden sword in one hand and his knife for practicing spells in the other. He couldn't believe how reliable Han Yuan was. Make a small pile of pebbles to mark.

When the cold wind blew, Cheng Qian's muddy mind began to wake up. Only then did he realize that he was affected by what the elder brother said about ghost cultivation before going to bed. When he heard the word "ghost", he became dazed. followed out.

Going out to hell with a little beggar in the middle of the night, really...

It must have been infected by Han Yuan's stupid disease.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian shivered.

Han Yuan led him to a small river. He didn't feel angry, but thought it was deeper and dewy, and the place near the water was cold.

Cheng Qian already felt that the coldness was not ordinary, and at the same time, he could vaguely smell an ominous stench.

Cheng Qian was shocked, and the last trace of sleepiness was gone.

"It can't be that there is any real danger." He took off a leaf that fell on his shoulder and squeezed it in his palm, thinking calmly in his heart, "If there was, how could Han Yuan just let Han Yuan run back?"

Han Yuan put his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Hey, where are you? I brought my little brother here, come out."

Cheng Qian stepped on his feet slightly, covered Han Yuan's mouth, and asked through gritted teeth, "What did you provoke?"

Han Yuan: "Um...uh..."

His mouth was covered, and he looked behind Cheng Qian winkingly. Cheng Qian followed his gaze and turned his head, and almost didn't come up immediately.

I saw behind him at some point there was a cloud of will-o'-the-wisps, and a male ghost with a pale face was standing there blankly.

Cheng Qian stopped Han Yuan behind him: "Who?"

Han Yuan finally broke free from Cheng Qian's hand, patted him on the shoulder carelessly, and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid of him. I was also startled by him at first, but later I found that he was dumbfounded, which is very funny."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up a stone, and before Cheng Qian could stop him, he raised his hand and threw it out. The stone passed straight through the ghost's body, and bounced twice on the ground. The male ghost looked down blankly. Xiao Shizi, with a face of sleepwalking who doesn't know where he is today.

Han Yuan smiled and said to Cheng Qian: "Look."

Cheng Qian just wanted to slap him in the face - when the stone passed through the male ghost's body, he could clearly smell the smell, like a stinky smell, mixed with some disgusting fishy smell.

Corpse oil plus virgin blood...

At this time, Cheng Qian had no time to think about why the other party let Han Yuan escape just now. He only had one question in his mind, is the little beggar still a human?

It's fine if he enters the demon valley once to catch up with the demons mutiny, but if he goes out for a walk in the middle of the night, can he still pick up a ghost cultivator?