Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian followed Li Yun and ran all the way to the deck. He was almost suffocated by the salty smell as soon as he got his head up. Then he saw something strange in the sky—the sky that was still clear just now was covered with dark clouds, ghost shadows The black clouds spread and lined up to places that were hard to see, covering the little remaining skylight.

All the ships at sea stopped, and those seniors who swaggered past like big moths in the sky just now also landed one after another, stepping on the decks of their respective ships one by one, with faces full of enemies, and many juniors I don't know why, and they also looked up at the sky together, as if they were collectively waiting for the red rain from the sky.

Li Yun fidgeted, walked back and forth, and at the same time asked Cheng Qian almost inaudibly: "Is that the person? What is he going to do?"

Cheng Qian suddenly thought of Tang Zhen, and replied: "Maybe because there are so many people in Xianshi City, they plan to capture the souls of a few monks and go back to practice."

Li Yun turned to look at him in horror.

"Catch and pick those who can fly in the sky, it's not your turn, don't worry," Cheng Qian said, looking around, "Where did Master go?"

At this time, there was a stern cry of eagles in the distance, and then strange laughter began to echo from the sky and the earth. There were men and women, old and young, each laughing in their own way, and mixed into a harmony that made hair stand on end .The laughter was low and trivial at first, then gradually increased, and finally reached the level of hoarseness, vividly explaining what is meant by "crying ghosts and howling wolves".

Li Yun staggered back a few steps, covering his ears with his hands: "What is this?"

The surroundings were in chaos, and Cheng Qian's chest felt tight. Yan Zhengming, who appeared out of nowhere, grabbed his shoulders, and the familiar orchid fragrance choked Cheng Qian's face.

Yan Zhengming said angrily: "What are you two doing out here? Get into the cabin!"

Cheng Qian searched around but didn't see the real Mu Chun, and finally panicked, grabbed Yan Zhengming's sleeve and asked, "Eldest brother, where's the master?"

"I don't know, I'm looking for it too," Yan Zhengming's face sank like water, "Don't get in the way outside, go in quickly..."

The scalp-numbing laughter soon overwhelmed his voice, Yan Zhengming frowned and closed his mouth.

Needless to say, Li Jun is the best at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. He has already entered the cabin like a stream of good, but Cheng Qian is not so easy to manipulate. It was also stuffed into the cabin.

The wind and sway lanterns had already been lit in the cabin, and Han Yuan was hiding inside nervously.

Cheng Qian's heart sank when he saw him - he saw the puddle sitting in Han Yuan's arms.

The tracking talisman they made was tied around the waist of the puddle with colored silk by Li Yun, but they didn't expect that she would be left behind by the master as soon as the talisman was on the body of the puddle.

Yan Zhengming came in last, his face extremely ugly, pale and blue, after a few quick breaths, he covered his mouth with one hand and leaned his back against the door beam, as if trying to suppress the desire to retch.

After a while, Yan Zhengming said: "I've smelled this smell before, and it's the smell when the Soul Eater Lamp lights up."

Li Yun, who had been leaning against the window, said in a low voice, "Hush, look at the sky."

Cheng Qian raised his eyes and saw many blurred figures on the dark sky.

Those people were all dressed in rags, they couldn't see their faces at all, floating in the air, there were tens of thousands of them, making the East China Sea look like the ferry of Naihe Bridge.

Ghost shadows... how come there are so many?

How powerful is this ghost cultivator Jiang Peng?

Black clouds were rolling in the sky, and dark currents were rolling in the water. Seeing this situation, the bullish sects of cultivating immortals, big and small, all seemed to have encountered a natural enemy's gazelle. Cheng Qian could just see the fierce stalemate from their seriousness. and fear.

There was a thunder "Kara" in the air that split half of the world, and a mass of thick black air flew through the air like a dragon entering the sea. Only then did everyone see clearly that there was a person who had already sat on the black cloud.

The man was wearing a gray robe, with terminally ill haggard gray face, drooping eyelids, like a ghost, staring down at all beings under the clouds.

Cheng Qian caught a glimpse of the veins on the back of Yan Zhengming's hand pinching the window lattice.

As soon as the demon Xiu showed his face, Cheng Qian was in disbelief. He suspected that there was something wrong with the elder brother's ears. Did the master really call this man senior brother?

Cheng Qian could never have imagined that this person was actually a product of Fuyao Mountain.

What kind of master can hand over such two apprentices?

The immortals of the elders were even more life-threatening than Cheng Qian imagined, no one dared to be the devil's head, so angry, I don't know how long they kept shuffling around, and only one person was pushed out to break the deadlock.

I saw a white-bearded old man on the next boat come out more and more, tapped the deck lightly with the crutch in his hand, hesitated for a while, and said in a polite tone: "We are about to go to Qinglong Island to visit the ten-year fairy city. About, I don't know what Jiang Daoyou's intention is to block here?"

He was so polite that it was almost obsequious, but it was a pity that the big devil didn't seem to buy it very much.

"Immortal City has a big fair every ten years, how many young talents have emerged, how lively..." Jiang Peng, who looked like a tuberculosis ghost on the cloud, spoke, his voice was soft and soft, and the words were cohesive, but listening to it made people feel dizzy Cold, I always feel that he is going to spit his fangs in the next moment.

Jiang Pengsi said with a gentle smile: "I'm not here to join in the fun, just to see if there are good seedlings that can be cultivated. With your aptitude, you may not need to be so nervous."

This was Cheng Qian's first time seeing Ghost Xiu, and his feelings were completely different from the few words he saw on the wall. He was almost shocked.

Such a thing that is neither human nor ghost, even if it has all-powerful means and lives as a thousand-year king and 8-year turtle, what kind of face can it look like?

Who cares about him?Who will be nice to him?Who would take him seriously?

The white-bearded old man was stabbed neither softly nor hard, his face twitched slightly, but he didn't hold back any words.

The two sides were almost at a stalemate on the stormy sea—since there was only one person on the other side, even silence at this time was quite embarrassing.

Cheng Qian couldn't help holding down the wooden sword at his waist, thinking: "If I want a sword like theirs, and their ability, I'll go forward and tell him to get out of the way."

In fact, he has such an impulsiveness now, but Cheng Qian also knows that when he is impulsive, let alone fighting with the big devil, he can't even earn the hand that the big brother put on his shoulder because of his height. open.

Finally, one of the fairy gates on the boat dared to speak, and only one person broke the silence angrily, and shouted: "Evil heretics, get out!"

Just this one sentence attracted everyone's attention. Cheng Qian turned around and broke free from Yan Zhengming's grasp. He boldly leaned out his upper body and lay down on the window, trying to see who was speaking clearly. who is the person.

It was a woman who looked about 30 or [-] years old, very young, but there was no sun or moon in the mountains, practitioners could do whatever they wanted, and being young didn't mean anything.

She was standing on the kind of small boat that costs five cents per person, probably a little bit shy, wearing a half-new robe, a half-masculine Taoist robe style, with a small patch around the cuffs, and a small patch on the back. Wearing a tattered package and a sword, even the scabbard was stained with rust.

This Taoist nun accurately interpreted what it means to be "disgraced", let alone have any color.

Cheng Qian's ears were very sharp, and he heard the whispers of the sword repair disciples not far away.

"Who is that? Do you want to die?"

"Hush—that's the real Tang Wanqiu of Mulan Mountain."

"What? She is... that Tang Wanqiu? The one who practiced the 'Madman' sword..."

"Why is she here?"

"Alas... but a mere one... I really overwhelm myself."

With sharp ears, Cheng Qian keenly heard the words "Mulan Mountain" amidst the noise.

Her surname is also Tang... What does it have to do with that male ghost Tang Zhen?

Not allowing him to think about it, a large group of ghosts in the air turned towards Tang Wanqiu together, and the black clouds billowed with endless hostility and malice. The boatman was so frightened that he shrank himself into a ball, wishing he could not throw himself into the sea.

Jiang Peng glanced at Tang Wanqiu, but didn't pay attention to her at all. He suddenly sucked his lips into a whistle, and a sharp sound pierced into everyone's ears. Cheng Qian only felt a roar in his ears, For a moment he almost suspected that he was deaf.

Immediately afterwards, all the ghosts condensed into a black dragon, and rushed towards the nun in sackcloth on the broken boat. The boatman screamed, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and threw himself into the water in a hurry. Before he could make it, a ghost grabbed his ankle , took a bite.

The boatman was almost bitten into a crutch by a ghost, when a bright sword light suddenly struck, separating the ghost's head and neck.

Tang Wanqiu's sword looked dusty, but inside it was extremely clear and bright, almost dazzling. I saw this ashen-faced woman standing still on the bow of the broken ship, holding the sword, thousands of ghosts wrapped her up alone. in it.

No matter how bright the sword light is, it can only appear and disappear in this thick black mist. The ear-piercing ghost cries and laughter are mixed with the sound of sea waves. Tang Wanqiu is almost instantly hidden in the black mist, only occasionally showing A little embarrassing whereabouts.

She was alone on the cusp of the storm, even if she was in a panic, it was almost a chilling panic.

She didn't seem to care about other people watching from the sidelines in order to protect herself, the overly abrupt edges and corners on her face were extremely firm, and she seemed to have become a living cynic.

Cheng Qian watched without blinking his eyes, but he soon realized that something was wrong. Tang Wanqiu's sword light was flying up and down, looking majestic, but in reality he was at a dead end.

But the Demon Cultivator himself was always sitting leisurely on the cloud with his legs crossed, watching the excitement, and the ghost shadows appeared again and again, as if continuously gathering in the air, and then continuously rushed towards Tang Wanqiu .

Cheng Qian frowned, vaguely feeling that Tang Zhenren might really be no match for that Demon Cultivator.

There is no reason why evil cannot prevail over good. That big devil is as powerful as he is powerful. No matter how hard her bones are, she is only a body of flesh and blood.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, Tang Wanqiu suppressed the exclamation in her throat, and saw that the boat she was stepping on was overwhelmed and split in two. Zhenren Tang stepped on his sword, and stood up with the sword, He was quickly suppressed by a group of ghosts, and the situation was dangerous for a while.

Someone exclaimed, but no one helped her.

At this moment, a feathered arrow shot out suddenly, forming an afterimage in the air, mercilessly piercing through the black mist wrapped around Tang Zhenren's body, and a hoarse sound came out when the tail feathers pierced through the air Screaming, the group of ghosts retreated before they could panic, but the feather arrows continued unabated, and flew straight to the demon cultivator on the cloud, as fierce as the first light piercing the darkness at dawn.

Cheng Qian turned his head suddenly and saw his master in shock.

Immortal Mu Chun left the big boat at some point, and was standing on a dilapidated boat. The boatman and the original passengers had gone somewhere to hide. .

His slightly hunched back and skeletal emaciation cannot be concealed, like a crouching old poultry that has shed its feathers.

Compared with him, even the impoverished Tang Wanqiu seemed much more respectable.

Without thinking, Cheng Qian pushed Li Yun away and ran out of the cabin, leaning on the side of the boat.He saw that the master was holding a set of ordinary bows and arrows in his hand, which was probably hung by the original passengers on the ship, and there were sawdust in his nails, which seemed to be some kind of charm carved on the bow and arrows temporarily.

And that shattering arrow seemed to exhaust all the strength in his whole body, and Mu Chun's whole body seemed a bit slumped. He propped himself up with a longbow, barely standing on the crumbling boat, just like howling in an autumn wind. Shivering shriveled leaves.

Moxiu was forced to be very passive by the arrow, he turned over and rolled down from the black cloud, hanging in the air, staring coldly at the real Mu Chun on the boat.

Master Mu Chun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it anyway. After a while, he smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Peng."

"Han Muchun." An indescribable smile appeared on Moxiu's face, "Hello, very good, Han Muchun, the remaining half-human, half-human, dare to stand up for others."

Master Muchun slowly stopped his waist that seemed to have been hunched for 1 years, and met the gaze of the big devil without avoiding it. For a moment, his goatee raised, as if revealing a slightly obscene, and With a teasing smile, he said, "No talent."

Jiang Peng's complexion changed, and he waved his sleeves. In an instant, all the ghosts in the sky disappeared, and he was alone. It just happened to be included in my soul lamp, and sent me to aspire to Beiming..."

Following his words, the sea waves set off huge waves, and the dark depths of the sea water suddenly boiled and rolled up. In a moment, a water-condensed giant dragon broke out of the water, and its tyrannical long tail swept away. Immediately, a group of people turned their backs on their backs.

Master Mu Chun turned his head and glanced at Cheng Qian, who was looking at him eagerly not far away, and pulled out the ridiculous wooden sword at his waist with a half-smile, but just when he was about to hit the stone with a pebble, his arm was suddenly restrained by an invisible force Living.

Master Mu Chun's face finally changed, and at this moment, a voice said in his ear: "Don't move, I'll deal with him."

Before Master Mu Chun had time to react, an old copper coin automatically rolled out of his robe sleeve.

The copper coin fell to the ground, and a layer of white smoke floated on it, which instantly merged into the abundant water vapor stirred up by the water dragon, and went up silently.

There was chaos at this moment, and the real Mu Chun who was still joking just now was staring at the huge water dragon in a daze, his expression changed a few times, and finally fell to an unusually dignified expression.

The water dragon opened its mouth to bite a big ship, but suddenly felt something, and froze in the air. After a while, it turned into a ball of water vapor for no reason, and suddenly fell into the water, causing big waves.

No one expected this turn of events, even Jiang Peng took a few steps back and said calmly, "Who?"

The water vapor dissipated, and a group of black shadows gathered from all directions without haste, and finally turned into a human figure at the place where the water dragon appeared just now, and the face was still unclear.

The man gave a low laugh, and opened his mouth in a leisurely manner: "Who is speaking wildly in front of me, who wants to win Beiming?"