Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

When he woke up the next day, Cheng Qian almost felt that he was about to die. When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Yuan lying on his bedside nervously, with eyes as if he was dying.

Cheng Qian ignored him, got up and changed on his own, staggered up and went to wash.

Han Yuan followed Cheng Qian step by step like a big pug that had gotten into trouble, and finally waited for Cheng Qian to say coldly: "Get out."

Han Yuan's face fell, and he said flatteringly: "Little brother..."

Cheng Qian's face was frosty: "Stop suing, okay? Get lost! Otherwise, I'll go to Master right now!"

Han Yuan had no choice but to run away against the wall in desperation.

Cheng Qian wiped off the drops of water on his face, and he had his own considerations in his heart-- according to what the senior brother said, the master already knew from Boss Wen that Jiang Peng was here, so he didn't need to do anything extra, or it would arouse the anger of the master. Be vigilant, they may not be so easy to follow Master's stalk.

As soon as Cheng Qian walked out of the small thatched hut where he lived, he saw the elder brother pointing the country and expressing his disdain for the food in the broken inn. He ostentatiously asked Dao Tong to give him a small stove under the eyes of the real Wen Ya.

Han Yuan's little beggar, who had been in shock for a night, didn't have a long memory, and chattered around the elder brother to express his desire to go out for a walk.

The elder brother twisted and twisted and said that because the pillow was too hard, the young master's neck was stiff and he should not walk around.

And he refused to take another step in his carriage - because of the little junior sister's pissing.

Cheng Qian felt very uncomfortable all over, and his righteousness was not going well. When he woke up early in the morning and saw these noisy brothers, he immediately found a place to defeat the fire, and said with a sneer, "You can let the puddle wash your mats."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and pointed, only to see that Junior Sister Pug climbed into the car of Senior Brother again at some point, and stuffed the corner of the mat she peed on yesterday into her mouth coldly, a pair of ignorant big His eyes blinked, and he raised his head with a sunny smile.

At the same time, because her teeth were not fully formed yet, a line of hala could not be restrained from the corner of her mouth.

Cheng Qian seemed to be afraid that the senior brother would feel bad, and slowly made up the knife again: "Look, junior sister has already washed it for you, using saliva."

Yan Zhengming looks like he really wants to die with this unknown breed, Junior Junior Sister.

It is absolutely impossible to stay in thatched huts, and it is absolutely impossible to sit in a carriage. This place is about a hundred and eight thousand miles away from Fuyao Mountain. Yan Zhengming looked up at the sky, feeling that the world is so big that there is no room for him land.

And soon, the master saved him with one sentence.

The master said: "Let's all go out to play, there is no morning class today, we will stay for half a day, and then board the boat to Qinglong Island in the afternoon."

Han Yuan cheered and looked at Master eagerly: "Master, I heard that there is another market today."

"Didn't I just give you a bag of change yesterday?" The real Mu Chun was very angry for a while, and finally defeated by Han Yuan's eager expression, he had to fumble for a purse from his sleeve again, like a miser. He earnestly taught, "Be careful, don't be fooled."

Han Yuan was like a birdman who flew out of the cage. After taking the money, he happily went to invite friends. The elder brother ignored him first, and ordered a group of Taoist boys to find a place for him and spread several layers of felt for mending. Li Yun felt that Li Yun wanted to go, but looked back at Cheng Qian, changed his mind in pain, and said, "I'm going to practice swords."

Han Yuan turned to Cheng Qian cautiously, nodded and bowed and said, "Little brother, may I take you to buy some fruit?"

"Take Junior Sister," Cheng Qian said plainly, "You two can play together better."

Han Yuan: "..."

In the end, Han Yuan picked up Junior Sister Shui Keng with one hand, and scratched her ears and cheeks on the spot for a while, feeling as if she had been ridiculed, but he soon let go of it. Cheng Qian had a needle hidden in his mouth, and sometimes even Master was not spared. Han Yuan has long been used to it, and he didn't care about it at all, and ran away with the puddle in a hurry.

Wen Ya put on a debt-collecting face, watched Mu Chun's apprentices disperse after a brief exchange, and commented on them one by one behind his back, he looked at Yan Zhengming and said: "Lack of tempering and training, you are useless. "

Looking at Li Yun again, he said, "If you are not mentally strong, you will not be a weapon."

Facing Cheng Qian, he spoke concisely, without even saying the reason, and only asserted: "It's not a weapon."

Finally, Han Yuan, Han Yuan was the only one who didn't get the three words "incompetent" as an evaluation, because the real Wen Ya asked the real Mu Chun in amazement: "Where did you pick up this thing to make up the number?"

As for Puddle, she's been ignored, and given that she's still "Toothless," she's half human at best.

After finishing the review, Wen Ya, noble and cold snorted, and walked away without looking at Mu Chun's clouded face.

In the evening of that day, the Fuyao faction boarded a sea boat to Qinglong Island.

Most of the people who seek immortality and ask questions are all mortal bodies, and they are also divided into three or six grades, and they also have the heart of comparison.

Dozens of ships of all sizes are lined up on the port of the East China Sea. Among them, there are large ships covered with carvings and gauze curtains, and there are also small boats that are so shabby that they shake and are about to enter the water.

A person like Master, who is not on the stage, wants to take advantage of it as soon as he comes, and soon has his eyes on a few small boats. One person only charges five cents, which is not a good deal.

There were still some broken pots and bowls on the boat, which were said to be used to scoop out water in case the bottom of the boat leaked.

This time, Yan Zhengming finally failed to let the master succeed. Just as the master was walking to the pier with small steps to order the boat, he had already sent Daotong galloping around to order the largest, most expensive, and most luxurious boat. I got it, and took the lead, going up with my head held high.

When it comes to things like going on the road, Cheng Qian usually stays at the end in a hurry and walks with the master, because he really doesn't want to be with any seniors.

But this time, it was the first time that Cheng Qian, who was with the master, saw the master frowning at the elder brother.

Cheng Qian obediently let his master lead him. Seeing his master frowning, he asked, "What's wrong with master? Is the elder brother too prodigal?"

"It's really hard to move even if you're penniless," said Mu Chun, "but it's always something outside of your body, so don't worry about it too much, but he shouldn't be so ostentatious."

Cheng Qian was taken aback for a moment, then immediately reacted sensitively, and looked around—they were all going to Qinglong Island, and there were many other sects besides boatmen and fishermen.

And among these people, there are some young people who can't hide their worries, and they are already looking at their ostentatious business at this time.

Yan Zhengming ostentatiously directed Daotong to move his pile of extravagant and enjoyable things. He looked like a rich man, not a practitioner, but a slutty ignorant of the world.

Regarding this, some people showed contempt and contempt, some were quite disgusted, and there were a few people wandering around the cheap boat, dressed in rags, staring at Yan Zhengming from a distance, not knowing what expression they had.

Cheng Qian's hand holding the wooden sword tightened involuntarily, and he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Master, when can I hold a real sword? Big brother like that - I think his broken swordsmanship is not as good as mine Woolen cloth."

Master Mu Chun looked down at him lovingly: "What do you want a sword for?"

Cheng Qian glanced at the unkind eyes around him again, thinking about how to say this. He is extremely sensitive to hostility, and facing hostility, he can only feel at ease when he has a sharp weapon in his hand.

Although Cheng Qian also felt that the senior brother had a hole in his head, Cheng Qian found it harsh when Master said that he should not be too ostentatious. A person...does he have to live in other people's eyes and obey other people's wishes?

Is it because of the envy and jealousy of those stupid people, do you have to go against your heart and restrain your temper?

Why!

But it is inconvenient to tell Master these thoughts. Cheng Qian felt that Master would not like to hear them, so he just avoided the important ones and said lightly: "I think others have them."

Master Mu Chun said with a smile: "The sword you practice is different from other people's. A real sword is easy to accidentally injure yourself. You should wait until you grow up a few years later."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He always felt that there was something in what Master said.

The boat was also set, and the swagger was over, so Mu Chun had no choice but to lead Cheng Qian up.

The weather was good that day, the boat sailed thousands of miles, the wind was calm, and even Qinglong Island, which was usually only half a shadow, became clear.The puddle was a little excited, probably because the fishy smell in the sea stimulated her, she didn't stop for a moment, she climbed up and down on the shriveled shoulders of the master, and grabbed the master's hair into a bird's nest.

There were a lot of people traveling together, looking from the deck, there was a boat next to it, a boat full of sword cultivators of unknown sect, gesticulating with real knives and guns.

On the side of the other boat, there are a few old men walking with swords, probably escorting the younger generation of the sect. On the way, they may feel that the boat is moving slowly. An old man like a fat carrot raised his arms, and his huge robe sleeves were facing the wind. Then, the sea breeze blew up, and the wind and waves on the sea suddenly rose. It seemed that an invisible hand pushed behind their boat, and it broke through the waves like a gust of wind, and several small boats beside it were almost overturned by it.

The boat of the group of sword cultivators almost capsized, and a middle-aged man with the appearance of an elder came out more and more, and stood on the bow of the boat with an heavy sword in his hand. , his face turned red, at least he didn't let the half-sized boat capsize on the spot.

Although the Fuyao faction had no one in charge, it was better than the big boat, it just swayed slightly, heaving for a while in the huge waves, splashing some sea water.

In this way, Cheng Qian found that the people on the messy boats around him seemed to be looking at them even more wrongly.

Cheng Qian grabbed his wooden sword, stood on the side of the boat expressionlessly, and watched coldly. He felt that the practitioners were not at all as quiet and inactive as Fuyao Mountain. If you want to come to jealousy and escape.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that it was not interesting, and he didn't want to see the mighty people soaring through the clouds and fog. The self-confident and self-important heart in his chest began to make trouble again, and he felt that it was not good to go hand in hand with these people.

So he turned around and went back to the cabin, found a place in the swaying wind and rain, picked up the spell and carving knife and started to do his excess homework, wishing to cultivate himself into a great power the next day.

In addition, he also took out a sword manual from the scripture building, called Haichao Sword Art, which coincided with this trip to the East China Sea.Cheng Qian has finished practicing the second form of the Fuyao wooden sword, and just started to learn the third form, and his progress has basically caught up with Li Yun - he practiced so fast because he was the only one among all the disciples who was wooden for practicing swords. The sword hand was worn out.

Compared with the Fuyao wooden sword, other sword techniques seem to be more straightforward, far from those dazzling changes.Just when he practiced Dahai Chaojian a few times and started to understand a little bit, Li Yun broke in suddenly.

"Xiao Qian!" He pushed open his door out of breath, "What are you doing hiding here? Come up with me, it seems that the big devil that the big brother said is coming!"