Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian was stunned by his voice, and for a moment wondered if he should also call "Master Zu" or something.

More than a year ago, when he set foot on Fuyao Mountain for the first time, he still didn't know Taishan and thought it was a poultry school with no father or mother, but a little bit of style.

Isn't that right? There are so many story books in the folk, not to mention the rangers and casual cultivators, but if they can be called "sects", in which sect must there be a group of three aunts and two uncles who compete all day long and intrigue with each other?

A sect leader with a few young disciples—the organization of country boys digging out bird eggs and fighting in gangs is probably bigger than this.

But in the past few days, Cheng Qian discovered that the sect not only has a master, but also a master, which didn't make him feel any honor at all.

The same came from the same school, compared with the master who is so casual, and the master who is the number one devil in the world, and then look at his master's "live to the gods", it is hard to be the Fuyao sect Is the existence of it just to explain to the world what it means to be "the height of the Tao is one foot, and the height of the devil is one foot"?

Furthermore, Cheng Qian was really hesitant about which of the two names "poultry sect" and "magic cultivator base camp" was better to say.

Being exposed by a single word, Bei Mingjun sighed slightly, and as the black mist covering his body gradually dissipated, revealing his true face that had been hidden for a long time.

He has neither the bones of a fairy nor the fangs of a blue face. Generally speaking, he looks like a human being.

The slightly sunken eye sockets on his face gave him a bit of handsomeness, but other than that, this legendary sect of all demons was just an inconspicuous middle-aged man with a little white hair on his temples. There was an unusually pale face in the middle—a middle-aged man who was a bit haggard.

Bei Mingjun folded his hands in his sleeves, stood in front of his lonely corpse, waved his hands, and said, "Get up, Xiao Chun—I never saw you kneel before me when I was alive, so what are you pretending to be like now?"

Master Mu Chun stood up in an obedient manner, put down the puddle, and asked her to go to Cheng Qian, and said casually, "Going to the grave, it's not like usual, kneeling down on the ancestors is also the right thing to do."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He found that it is the tradition of the Fuyao sect to be disrespectful and disrespectful to teachers.

"I always thought that your body was destroyed, that the soul was reincarnated, and I once mistook Xiaoqian for you. After all, his birth date matches, and the bastard's temper also has the legacy of your past, but I didn't expect you to ...unexpectedly, he did not pass away, but was attached to the three copper coins." When Master Mu Chun said this, he paused, and then said with a bit of sadness, "Master, since you are possessed, why do you have to be so possessed? Poor? Even if you can’t find gold ingots, why not just find a silver ingot?”

When Bei Mingjun was covered in black mist and half covered his face with his pipa, he displayed the aura of the sect of ten thousand demons to ten percent, which was enough to make people worship him. People are not like that.

He looked at Reverend Mu Chun, with the sad expression that Reverend Mu Chun used to look at Yan Zhengming, and said with a smile: "If that's the case, can I still see you as a teacher? You have already spent it to relieve the urgent need. "

Master Mu Chun said: "Master, our sect is no longer what it used to be. It's not as poor as it used to be."

Bei Mingjun said sarcastically with a calm expression: "I know, you have become more and more promising, and you have worshiped yourself as an apprentice of the God of Wealth."

These two yin and yang people who have been separated for many years exchanged a few words, looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly laughed at the same time amidst Cheng Qian's bewilderment.

Cheng Qian hugged the puddle, and stared at the sunken skeleton with big eyes, completely ignoring the mystery of what the elders said.

After laughing, Master Mu Chun asked: "Your soul is scattered in the Valley of the Demons, and the other soul is scattered in the Soul-Eating Lamp. Is this the last soul left now? Lord Ming, you have to lose both body and spirit, right?"

Bei Mingjun smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you die or not."

Master Mu Chun: "Where is Senior Brother, is he dead?"

When he was in front of dozens of large ships and countless pairs of eyes, he could only call "Jiang Peng" directly, but now he was talking in private, but he called back his senior brother, and he didn't have to hide anything in front of Bei Mingjun.

Bei Mingjun paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied: "It's not completely wiped out. I smashed the soul fire in the soul-eating lamp with the power of one soul, which is considered a serious injury to him. But your brother is feeding a tiger with his body. Refining yourself and the Soul Eater Lamp into one body, the soul has also become the essence of the ghost lamp, and you will no longer be reincarnated, and you will not be considered a human being, you can treat him as dead."

Master Mu Chun was silent for a while, then asked again: "Did he recognize you?"

This time, Bei Mingjun smiled and did not answer.It seemed that he answered him silently: so what if you recognize it, so what if you don’t recognize it. Now, is there any difference?

Bei Mingjun turned to Cheng Qian, and called out quite kindly: "Son, this is the third time I've seen you, come here."

Cheng Qian took a few steps forward, but he didn't follow his advice. He just stopped silently by Mu Chun's hand, and gave Bei Mingjun a junior salute in a nonchalant manner.Since he didn't know what to call him, he didn't speak rashly.

Although Master and Bei Mingjun seemed very close in a few words, Cheng Qian had an intuition that this was not the case.

If the relationship between the master and the ancestor is as harmonious as it seems, Cheng Qian can't figure out why the master has never mentioned the ancestor for so many years, and he has not come to collect his body.

Bei Mingjun lowered his head slightly, and asked patiently: "You dare to stand still in the bloody storm, you are a brave little thing, what did you realize at that time?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, and replied politely: "After being enlightened by the seniors and Master Tang, I have learned from the seniors that you have no fear of the sky, no fear of the earth, and no fear of people."

Bei Mingjun listened, stared at Cheng Qian with mixed feelings for a while, and said in a low voice: "My good boy, my bloodline that was severed by the Fuyao faction has continued."

Hearing this, Cheng Qian was startled suddenly.

For a moment, he remembered the different appearance of his master, the weasel that seemed to be dead just now, and Jiang Peng's phrase "half human, not human"... All kinds of causes and consequences were connected quickly, and Cheng Qian understood it almost in a blink of an eye. The overtones of this meaningful sentence.

He turned his head abruptly, looking in disbelief at his master who had suddenly become as beautiful as a flower.

Master Mu Chun put his hand on top of his head, and sighed: "It would be great if you could even give your fourth junior brother a little bit of your heart - that's right, Xiao Qian, you guessed right, I have the blood of the Fuyao faction as early as It was broken more than ten years ago, and I am also a dead person."

Cheng Qian clenched his teeth so tightly that he clucked for a while, unable to speak.

Master Mu Chun didn't care about it, and he still spoke with confidence: "The master at that time—my master was in a critical moment of retreat, and he had no time to take care of him. At this time, the eldest disciple Jiang Peng went mad and fell into the ghost realm. Going away, he became the first resentful soul to die from the Soul-Eating Lamp, but thanks to his unfulfilled magic skills, he was able to escape with a wisp of primordial spirit, and fell into the body of a little demon who was about to die due to thunder calamity. It can be regarded as the inheritance of the head seal of my Fuyao sect."

There seemed to be sadness on Bei Mingjun's face: "You..."

Master Mu Chun said with a smile: "This little demon's body is fine, it's just too greedy."

Bei Mingjun said in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid that if you are attached to a dead body, your primordial spirit will be exhausted, and you will not be able to enter reincarnation again?"

Master Mu Chun rolled up his sleeves slightly, lowered his head and glanced at his toes, and imitated Bei Mingjun's tone with a nonchalant smile: "It doesn't matter."

Cheng Qian asked in a low voice: "Master, who tore up the portrait in the scripture building?"

Master Mu Chun was stunned when he heard the words: "Why, didn't you clean it up? Oh...it might be me who did it. Yuanshen suffered from being bitten by ghosts in the Soul Eater Lamp. After he came out, he couldn't help feeling resentful. That little demon is a dead thing, I didn’t get used to it at first, and for a while, I’m afraid it’s not clear.”

He spoke lightly, but Cheng Qian felt as if his breath was choked in his chest. He hugged Mu Chun's waist and buried his head in his arms.

It's so warm... how could it be just a wisp of primordial spirit?

Mu Chun continued: "I just fell into the body of a weasel, and I still can't walk on four legs. I kept rolling and crawling to find my master, but in the end..."

Bei Mingjun stood motionless in place, forming a lonely shadow.

"I saw the 'Four Sages' besieging Fuyao Mountain," Mu Chun said to Cheng Qian, "I realized that my master was a great demon who was not born in the world, and the Four Sages were powerful in the world, and they all fell on Fuyao Mountain. Fuyao Mountain hit the Wangyou Valley two hundred miles away, and the shocking catastrophe burned the valley into a sea of ​​flames, and there was no grass in the next three years. One of the four saints died and three were seriously injured. I guess if they didn't just pick him as the key to retreat At this critical moment, I don’t know who died under the ancient tree. It’s just that I don’t have much experience, so I don’t know that Master, you old man, is already listed in the ‘Bei Ming’, I’m disrespectful and disrespectful.”

Mu Chun's words were deliberately picky and picky. For some reason, he didn't mention any key points—for example, why did Jiang Peng go crazy?Why kill Master?Why did Bei Mingjun take this path?Who are the Four Saints?Why invite them to fight?

He only told the story from the beginning to the end, without saying a word about the cause and effect.

Normally, Cheng Qian would definitely ask the question to the end, but at this time he couldn't care less about it at all. His chest seemed to be tightly stuffed with a ball of cotton wool, which made him unable to move up or down, and wished he could cry loudly. one game.

Master Mu Chun pushed him away gently but unquestionably, bent down, picked up a branch from the ground, the branch gradually transformed into a wooden sword in his hands, and he walked a few steps to the side , came to an open space, and said to Cheng Qian: "You have finished learning the second form, and today I will demonstrate the next three forms to you as a teacher. You have to watch carefully."

Cheng Qian was always pestering Master Mu Chun to learn how to sword, and was always sent away by his master with a bag of candy. Now, the master finally took the initiative to teach him, but he didn't feel happy at all.

He understood that Master was leaving them.

Cheng Qian stood in a daze for a while, tears burst out like a flood on the embankment, and he couldn't help holding his breath, even biting his lips.Cheng Qian had never cried like this, even if his parents sold him for a few coins, he never shed a single tear.

For the first time in his life, he encountered such a deep and unresolvable pain, and he couldn't bear it or vent it for a while, which completely wiped out the face he had maintained all the time.

Puddle cautiously reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes, seeing that Cheng Qian ignored him, he also burst into tears.

Bei Mingjun smiled wryly and said: "Boy, didn't you have no fear of heaven, earth and people just now, why did you start crying again?"

Cheng Qian tried his best to hold back his grief, but he found that he could hold back his anger, but he couldn't hold back his tears anyway. His vision was still blurred and clear again and again. He choked for a long time and said, "Master, I won't learn anymore." , don't teach me, okay? You...you don't want us?"

Master Mu Chun lowered his wooden sword slightly, trying to coax him a few words, but he had no choice but to remember that Cheng Qian was not Han Yuan, and he couldn't be fooled easily. After a long while, he said: "Heaven, fate, Xiao Qian, even if there is no coincidence today , I haven’t been around for a few years, so I still won’t be able to follow you for the rest of my life.”

Master Muchun shut his mouth when he said this, he knew that no matter what he said, the child would take advantage of him, so he simply kept silent.

He put the wooden sword across his chest, and made a gesture of raising his hands neatly. This time, he didn't say that ridiculous formula, nor did he deliberately slow down.

In the first style, the young people are full of vigor and high-spirited, and they have great ambitions to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon.

In the second form, searching up and down, the length and pain are all included in the rigid sword move without squinting.

The third style is counterproductive, penetrating the heavens and the earth, but it is nothing more than an ant in the wild, and it is as solid as gold, but it is nothing but a sandy house on the head of the waves.

The fourth style flourishes and declines, ups and downs three times, and still cannot escape this long-standing fate.

The fifth form returns to basics...

Cheng Qian couldn't help recalling a sentence that his master said to him-is there any difference between "dead" and "ascended"?

It's just that the two places are both boundless, and they come from where they come from and go to where they go.

It was Cheng Qian's first time seeing a complete set of Fuyao wooden swords, and the tears on his face hadn't dried up yet.

Master Mu Chun asked warmly, "Do you understand?"

Cheng Qian pursed his lips and said stubbornly, "No!"

"Nonsense, I don't understand anymore." Mu Chun stretched out his hand and flicked on his forehead. Then, he suppressed his smile, looked at Cheng Qian and said, "Xiao Qian, do you remember the door rules? How about cleaning the door?" said?"

Cheng Qian glanced at Bei Mingjun with red eyes, but did not answer.

Master Mu Chun said softly: "If there is an unforgivable crime, the fellow sect needs to clean up the sect in person—this is the reason why my sect has many rebels, but they still occupy a place in the Xian family."

Cheng Qian wiped away tears.

Master Mu Chun said indifferently: "Although the Dao is clear and should be quiet and inactive, people in the practice should not go against their original intentions. Since a catastrophe has been caused, the law of heaven is clear, and there must be a catastrophe."

The sleeves on his body suddenly moved without wind, his face was pale and blue, and there seemed to be a faint flash of fire from between his brows.

Bei Mingjun looked calm, and said: "I have been in charge of the sect for 80 years, and I am indeed ashamed of my ancestors and my senior brothers, so I swore a poisonous oath to destroy my body and spirit, and I used my three souls to block three big battles for the sect. Disaster, Xiao Chun, you don't have to do it yourself."

Master Mu Chun listened, neither showing gratitude nor expressing any emotion, but calmly replied: "Master, if you are allowed to die, what about the justice of the resentful souls who died under your hands?"

His voice was steady and always gentle and polite, but Cheng Qian felt that it was the most chilling thing he had ever heard.

Master Mu Chun seemed to use his own power to soak all his sorrows and joys under the cold water, and through the water, he was no longer happy or painful.

A row of extremely complicated charms flashed across the air, and then glowed golden light. Suddenly, they were the miraculous "dark charms" in Li Yun's mouth.

Bei Mingjun did not hide or dodge, stood still on the spot, squinted his eyes and looked at the fleeting spell that merged into the heaven and earth, and said in a low voice: "Seal the soul with the soul."

Mu Chun said with a smile: "If I can seal the soul of Lord Beiming, my life is worth it."

Cheng Qian's eyes widened. The next moment, he was pushed away by a strong force, staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell into a coma for a moment.

Opening his eyes again, Lord Bei Ming was gone, and Cheng Qian saw a thin wisp of black mist surrounded by golden light, pressing down on the old copper coin in the hands of Master Mu Chun.

Except for the hand holding the copper coin, Master Mu Chun's whole body was already transparent. He knelt down, buried the copper coin next to the corpse under the ancient tree, and then smiled and waved.

Master Mu Chun: "The weasel has a small mark on its body, you can take it off."

Cheng Qian seemed determined to confront him and remained motionless.

Master Mu Chun's smile gradually faded away, and he seemed to want to raise his hand to touch his head, but found that his hand had passed through the top of Cheng Qian's head.

Master Mu Chun said: "That's the seal of the head of the Fuyao sect. Go back and give it to your elder brother, and let him take care of you in the future. As for the sword technique...Xiao Qian, you should practice the second form well."

In the end, he took a deep look at Cheng Qian, moved his lips, and said inaudibly, "Master is gone."

After finishing speaking, his whole body dissipated on the spot, like a shattered light, smashed headlong into the soil, and disappeared without a trace.

It is rumored that "in ancient times, there was a big toon tree, with eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn", because "the age of toon is endless" to wish Gaotang's loving father a long life, but it is a pity that people are not plants after all.

Master Mu Chun buried the copper coin in the soil, as if he had sent Cheng Qian into a beginning with his own hands - the search for each generation began from the moment he buried his parents in the soil with his own hands.

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