Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Qinglong Island is a standard overseas fairy mountain. It is quiet and secluded from the world. The people who come and go are monks. A big peach garden floating on the water.

The owner of Qinglong Island is one of the four saints. He retreats all year round, doesn't show up very much, and doesn't seem to be in charge of things, but he came out to meet Yan Zhengming, and his attitude was very pleasant, as if he was facing his own junior.Xu Shi knew that he was upset, so the island owner didn't pull him to talk too much. After arranging them to stay, the island owner generously said that he could borrow all the resources on Qinglong Island until he found the missing real Muchun. And his two younger brothers and sisters whose life and death are unknown.

In this regard, of course monks can't blatantly chew their tongues like country folks, they chew gently and with turbulent undercurrents.

Thinking about it, this is indeed the case. The owner of Qinglong Island, who can't be flattered by countless people, is too lazy to show up at the Fairy City once every ten years. How can these little bastards of unknown origin be favored by his old man?

What's more, let's not talk about these little bastards with low cultivation, they only know how to show off and show off, but they still refuse to restrain themselves when they arrive at Qinglong Island, which is really despised.

Yan Zhengming didn't know about these turbulent undercurrents, and he really didn't have time to care about them. The island master asked Cheng Qian and the puddle's birth date, and sent countless monks to search, but there was no news for three days.

Yan Zhengming didn't even know how he got through these three days.

Until the early morning of the fourth day——Xiaoyue'er gently pushed open the door, holding the set of combing tools that the emperor's daughter would smack her tongue when she saw it, and was about to light the incense and wake her young master up. When I probed, I found that the young master was no longer in the room.

Xiaoyue'er was taken aback, thinking that she got up late and was ready to face a face, she walked in expectantly, only to find that Daotong had already made the bed, and the owner of the house was nowhere to be found.

Xiao Yue'er hurriedly asked: "Where is the young master?"

Dao Tong replied: "I heard that there is news about the head and the others. They woke up in the middle of the night yesterday and left overnight."

Xiaoyue'er was dumbfounded—except for Yan Zhengming, the prodigal son of the Yan family, the family style is actually quite upright, and she treats the servants seriously. She is the son of the Yan family, and she is also a little girl. Raised by the young lady, she was only responsible for combing the young master's hair on Fuyao Mountain on weekdays, and didn't care about anything else. Even when the two demons were fighting at sea, she stayed in the cabin steadily without splashing any sea water.The wind and waves outside have never been able to hit her head, this is the first time she has felt the panic around her.

Holding the sandalwood box in her arms, Xiaoyue'er asked in confusion, "Then...you didn't say when you'll be back?"

Dao Tong glanced back at the little girl who didn't know much about the world, and involuntarily softened his voice, and said, "I didn't say anything, I don't know what's going on."

After finishing speaking, Dao Tong lowered his voice and added: "Let me tell you, don't tell others——Last night, I heard our young master and second uncle talk, and listen to the meaning. If something happens, we're afraid I won't be able to return to Fuyao Mountain for a while. If that's the case, you have to remember that there are real people on this island, no matter how good or bad they are, they can call the clouds and call the rain. Squeezing us to death is like crushing ants, you guys Girls, don't run around, and don't offend others casually, do you hear me?"

The island owner seems to have a deep connection with the Fuyao sect. In fact, he had already thought that the missing Master Muchun might haunt Wangyou Valley, so he sent people to wait there, but for some reason, none of these monks Dare to enter the valley to search.

After waiting for three full days, Cheng Qian and the puddle came out.

Cheng Qian's appearance at that time was as miserable as it could be. Even the monks who were sitting on the sidelines did not expect that the real Mu Chun was not there. He walked out with an older child leading a younger child.

Beasts and little monsters can be seen everywhere in the valley, so they can come out alive, maybe someone's spirit in the sky is entrusted to them.

It's just that the frightened teenager they imagined was not as easy to deal with as expected.

In the evening, Cheng Qian took a bowl of vegetable porridge from a nearby villager from a female monk, thanked him, tasted it first, then took the puddle aside, dug a spoonful and put it near her mouth, Puddle followed him for a few days and became a little hungry ghost. He immediately opened his mouth to eat.

Cheng Qian suddenly withdrew his hand, which made her bite empty space.

Puddle looked at him pitifully with a face full of tears.

Cheng Qian whispered: "Remember what I said? I'll eat it for you if I remember."

Puddle nodded quickly, and at the same time closed her two chubby hands in a very rude manner, bowed and bowed in a gesture of bowing, and only then did she get her first morsel of food these days.

At first glance, this situation seems to be that the naughty little brother is bullying the junior sister, teasing her, and insisting on bowing to eat - in fact, the part of bowing is completely played out by the instinct of the puddle.

As soon as he met this group of strangers, Cheng Qian immediately ordered the puddle: From now on, she is not allowed to show her wings in front of anyone, otherwise she will not be given food.

The female cultivator next to her probably thought the little girl was quite funny, so she chatted aside and asked, "Why does your sect accept such a young disciple?"

Cheng Qian smiled at her without changing his face: "One of my younger brothers picked it up on the way down the mountain to go to the market in a playful way. The past few years may not be good, and someone in the village at the foot of the mountain must not be able to afford it. The junior brother saw that she was pitiful, so he picked her up——Senior, think about it, ten or twenty years of our cultivators are like a flick of a finger, but it is enough for her to grow into a big girl from babbling, not at a young age. Anything that gets in the way will get bigger soon."

The female cultivator couldn't help teasing him: "You haven't finished a 'flick of the finger' yourself, and you speak like an adult. If you want me to say, you should go back with us to heal your wounds first, even if your seniors are working day and night It will take a day or two to come here by flying horse."

Cheng Qian wiped the porridge leaking from the corner of the puddle's mouth, and replied: "It's fine for me to be alone, but it's not easy to bring my junior sisters to cause trouble for the seniors. Let's wait for the seniors. The master is not here now." , I don’t have any idea if I want to listen to my senior brother, and I dare not make my own opinion.”

Female nun: "..."

She didn't see where the cub had no idea at all.

Perhaps because of his young age, Cheng Qian is actually not very good at dealing with people. He seldom takes the initiative to say anything, and he doesn't deliberately flirt with others.

His body was wounded from scratches and bites from ferocious animals, and from various bruises. The cloth strips wrapped around his arms were even stuck to his hands by dried blood.

It stands to reason that if you come out of Wangyou Valley, you will have to lose your skin if you don't die. Besides, he has a little girl who is learning to speak, and he should have reached the end of his battle long ago, but this Cheng Qian behaved nonchalantly, preferring to be by the side of Wangyou Valley Shangfeng slept in the open, and refused to go with them, and he was very strict about what happened in the valley, no matter how much he asked, he couldn't get a single word out of him.

When the moon was on the willow tip, Yan Zhengming, who got the news, rushed over.

He came alone, without Li Yun and Han Yuan, and even Dao Tong. The car pulled by Shendiao hadn't stopped when it landed, and Yan Zhengming had already lifted the curtain and jumped off.

Frightened for the past few days, Yan Zhengming prepared a stomach full of evil fire, but when he saw Cheng Qian's blood-stained look, half of the prepared fire flew away, and when he didn't see Master again, the other half disappeared immediately up.

Yan Zhengming ran over in three steps and two steps, first hurriedly caught the puddle that fell into his arms, then pulled Cheng Qian up, and asked repeatedly: "What's going on? How did you do this? These days you Where did you go? Where is Master? Why did he leave you two here alone?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, but just looked at him blankly.

Yan Zhengming's heart skipped a beat, and he asked nervously, "Xiao Qian, what's going on?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, his eyes slid across Yan Zhengming's face, and scanned the strange monks around him.

After all, the monks on Qinglong Island were from different backgrounds, so they knew at a glance that there was something to say between their brothers and sisters, so they retreated consciously.

Only then did Cheng Qian let out a soft breath, took out a small seal from his bosom with his uninjured hand, handed it to Yan Zhengming, and said inaudibly: "This is the seal of the master, senior brother, Master asked me to bring it to you."

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and then he reacted. He took a step back suddenly, and the blood on his face suddenly faded away.

He looked at the seal on Cheng Qian's blood-stained and dusty palm, as if he had seen some kind of scourge, and for a moment his eyes were almost terrified.

Cheng Qian's subsequent words blocked his last chance to retreat.

"Master is dead," Cheng Qian said, "He said that you will be the head of Fuyao Sect from now on."

"No..." Yan Zhengming shook his head instinctively, pushed Cheng Qian away in a panic, and said incoherently, "I don't...you take this away, don't give it to me! What nonsense, why did Master die?"

Cheng Qian: "It was I who watched him lose his mind."

"Impossible!" Yan Zhengming's eyes widened, unable to speak, he just denied it blindly, "Impossible!"

This time, Cheng Qian didn't answer, he kept handing out the seal of the master, and looked deeply at Yan Zhengming, the sadness on his face was so strong that it should never appear on a young man.

"It's true," he murmured, "Brother, it's true..."

Before the words were finished, Cheng Qian's head suddenly fell to the side feebly, and he fell down without warning.

Yan Zhengming subconsciously stretched out his hand to support him, but he didn't know where he touched, and a shocking blood mark was rubbed on his snow-white sleeve immediately.

Cheng Qian's body was cold, and Yan Zhengming almost felt that he was out of breath. He turned Cheng Qian over in a panic, and stretched out two fingers to probe Cheng Qian's breath, but his hands were trembling too much. After waiting for a long time, I didn't find out why.

The puddle usually doesn't make much noise, but she can't speak after all, so she can't express herself at this time, she can only cry—in the past few days alone, she has almost cried all the tears she has accumulated in her life.

Yan Zhengming's ears were buzzing, and his mind was even blank. He held onto Cheng Qian's hand tightly, and the palm seal in his hand was as cold as ice. The mouth can only repeat mechanically: "Don't cry, puddle, don't cry."

He didn't know how long he had been kneeling on the ground stiffly, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was just a blink of an eye, someone grabbed his shoulder and shook him a few times, Yan Zhengming looked up blankly and saw an unknown green dragon Island monk, looking at him worriedly.

Yan Zhengming felt that his face must be uglier than a ghost, because he found that the monk seemed to have misunderstood something, and subconsciously did the same thing as him—reached out to check Cheng Qian's breath. He started by saying: "There is still energy, I have pills and wound medicines, don't worry, maybe it's not that serious."

Yan Zhengming nodded, and then bit the tip of his tongue fiercely. The sharp pain and bloody smell rushed to his brow together. Only then did he recover from the chaos and try to calm himself down. He calmly took the seal of the sect master from Cheng Qian's hand, held it in his hand, leaned over to hug Cheng Qian, and said to the water hole, "Can you walk by yourself?"

Puddle cautiously stood on tiptoe and extended his arms, grabbing a corner of his clothes.

Yan Zhengming sat in the carriage pulled by Shendiao and returned to Qinglong Island all day and night. He was so confused that he could hardly breathe.Rationally, he knew that most of what Cheng Qian said was true. Master had always been more than pampered to them, but not strict enough. As long as he had a breath, he would never leave Cheng Qian and the puddle in such a dangerous place.

Li Yun and Han Yuan waited eagerly on Qinglong Island, and when they saw him come back, they immediately rushed forward.

"What happened to Xiaoqian?"

"What about Master?"

"Yes, why didn't Master come back together?"

"Where did you find them?"

"I don't know!" Yan Zhengming strode aside the two juniors, almost wanting to yell in his annoyance, "Don't ask me, don't make noise! ​​We'll talk about it when he wakes up!"

But Cheng Qian has been in a coma, and the injury is one aspect. He must have been unable to close his eyes for three or four days in the Wangyou Valley with the puddle.

Yan Zhengming guarded him every step of the way. At first, he waited eagerly for Cheng Qian to wake up, and couldn't wait to know what happened in Wangyou Valley, but the more time passed, the more scared he became.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of Cheng Qian, covered in blood, looking at him deeply, and telling him that his master was dead, which kept him awake at night.

In the midst of extreme anxiety, Yan Zhengming naturally had an idea in his heart, he thought: "I'll just drop my pick and go home, and forget it as a young master."

As soon as this thought came to his head, it occupied all his thoughts.

That's right, anyway, he has plenty of money in his family, and it's enough to live a mortal's life in prosperity and wealth for decades. What kind of immortality, what kind of Taoism?

As for the juniors, he can take them home together. Those who are willing to continue practicing martial arts can practice martial arts, and those who are willing to study can be sent to the exam. Isn't it just a matter of having a few more pairs of chopsticks at home?

Being the head of the sect—don't be kidding, the only job he can do in his life is to be the young master!

Yan Zhengming thought to himself that he couldn't even engrave a basic spell well, and he had practiced the basic swordsmanship with only a few eyes. Not to mention those great talents, any Taoist boy who served tea and water on Qinglong Island was better than him. Weigao, let him be the master, what can he master?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhengming immediately stood up and called a Taoist who was serving him in: "Zhe Shi, Zhe Shi!"

Daotong Zheshi trotted all the way to him: "Master."

"Bring a pen and paper. I want to send a letter to my family." Yan Zhengming quickly ordered, "Pack up our luggage and get the boat ready. As soon as Xiaoqian wakes up, I will go and say goodbye to the island owner."

Zhe Shi was stunned: "Master, are we going back to Fuyao Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming: "Go back to Fuyao Mountain? Go home!"

Zhe Shi was taken aback: "Master, that sect..."

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "There is no Fuyao sect anymore, the sect has disbanded, understand? Go, it's only a few days."

Zhe Shi ran away in a panic.

Cheng Qian woke up, it was two days later, as soon as he moved, a hand was placed on his forehead, a familiar orchid fragrance came up, the smell was dimmed for some reason, Cheng Qian opened his mouth slightly He opened his mouth and called out silently: "Senior brother."

His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Yan Zhengming helped him up and brought him a bowl of water without saying a word.

After Cheng Qian drank it in one breath, he asked in a daze, "Where's little junior sister?"

Yan Zhengming said: "At Xiaoyue'er's place, there are girls watching."

Cheng Qian pinched his eyebrows in a daze, and asked again: "The head seal... yes, there is also the head seal, have I given it to you?"

Yan Zhengming took out a string from his neck, and tied the small palm seal underneath.

Cheng Qian's confused and tense expression finally loosened a little, and his face showed a little fatigue.

The Fuyao faction is flying around every day, the older one doesn't know how to give way to the younger one, and the younger one doesn't know how to respect his elder brother, the two of them quarreled and quarreled like it was yesterday, but now they face each other, it seems like a lifetime ago.

Yan Zhengming sighed and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Qian shook his head. He leaned on the bed with his hair in a daze for a while, and then said in the silence of the room: "I, Junior Sister and Master, the reason why I got there is because we drew the wrong talisman that day."

Yan Zhengming didn't interrupt him, and sat quietly on the side, listening to him explain the ins and outs from beginning to end.

Cheng Qian didn't have much strength, and he spoke intermittently, and it took him a whole stick of incense to explain clearly. After Yan Zhengming listened, he remained silent for a long time.

The candle flower jumped, and the flame was a bit scorching. Yan Zhengming came back to his senses, and he straightened up with all his strength. For a moment, he only felt that the seal of the master on his neck weighed more than a thousand catties, and it was about to bend his neck.

He stood up, gently put a hand on Cheng Qian's head, and said in the most gentle tone of his life: "I'll ask someone to bring you a bowl of porridge, eat a little, and then apply the medicine."

Cheng Qian nodded obediently.

Yan Zhengming turned around and walked out, saying to himself, "Okay, I know what's going on, he woke up too, and he can go home tomorrow morning."

How good it is to go home, open your hands when you have clothes, and open your mouth when you have food, you don't have to get up early to practice swords, and you don't have to practice kung fu at night...

Just when Yan Zhengming walked to the door with a heavy heart, Cheng Qian suddenly said: "Wait, senior brother, I haven't lost my books, right? Can you get someone to bring me those sword books?"

Yan Zhengming's hand that had already touched the door stopped suddenly, and he stood there with his back facing Cheng Qian, as if he was frozen.

"What?" Cheng Qian was taken aback, "Did you lose it?"

With his back turned to him, Yan Zhengming asked hoarsely, "I can't even get up, what sword manual are you looking at?"

"Master said that we have continued the bloodline of the Fuyao sect," Cheng Qian said, "Even if we can't get up, the bloodline has not been broken - besides, the master also said, let me practice swords well in the future."

Yan Zhengming stood there for a long time, then suddenly turned around, walked back in two steps, and took Cheng Qian who was sitting on the head of the bed into his arms.

The seal of the head of the sect was stuck on his collarbone, and it hurt so badly that he thought: "Fucking, the sect has broken up. I'm the head of the Fuyao sect. I'm not dead yet!"

He hugged him too tightly, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw, his whole body was so tense that he trembled faintly.For a while, Cheng Qian thought he was crying.

However, he waited for a long time, but he didn't get the tears he expected, but only a word that the elder brother whispered in his ear.

"It's okay," Yan Zhengming said, "It's okay, Xiaoqian, there is a senior brother here."