Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Li Yun was holding a pile of tattered books in his arms, and tripped over the threshold of Cheng Qian's door firmly, and almost flew out with the tattered books in his arms, but before he could make a sound, someone had already substituted for him He uttered a horrible ghostly cry—in the room, Cheng Qian was picking up the blood blisters on Yan Zhengming's hands one by one with a needle.

Cheng Qian's method of dealing with blood bubbles is very neat, stabbing in with one needle, picking and pinching, three times and five divisions, never procrastinating, and ravaged his delicate senior brother who is in charge: "Be gentle! Cheng Qian Are you from the background of carrying big bags! Ah—”

Cheng Qian said indifferently: "No, I might be a butcher."

"You unfilial and disrespectful thing... Ouch!" Yan Zhengming almost jumped up from his chair, "What kind of bird sword, I will never practice it again!"

Li Yun hurriedly closed the door that he had knocked open tightly, in case the last bit of Fuyao faction's face was swept away on the street.

Young Master Yan... No, Head Master Yan, this is the first time in his life that he was rubbed with a wooden sword for bleeding blisters. Lose face in front of junior.

Han Yuan leaned against the corner and looked at him in fear, his expression seemed to cast a shadow on his swordsmanship.

"I got this from Qinglong Island," Li Yun spread the pile of rags he found out on the table, trying to ignore the miserable moaning of the headmaster, and explained, "This is the island chronicle on Qinglong Island, which records Some of the major events that have happened in the major immortal sects over the years, some of them have mentioned us."

Han Yuan stretched his neck and asked, "And us? How do you say it?"

"The earliest record is that when Qinglong Island was built, it said that the elder of Fuyao brought two disciples and came to congratulate him on behalf of the head." Li Jun said, "The first one mentioned in the list seems to be very honorable... "

Yan Zhengming took a "hissing" gasp, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand half-deadly: "It goes without saying about the glory of the ancestors, let's talk about when the family lost."

Li Yun buried her head and twitched for a while: "I remember it was... oh, the sixth generation head of the Fuyao faction, for some reason, after the end of a certain fairy city, suddenly announced that the sect would be streamlined, and each person could only accept two Disciples. Later, his successor overturned this rule with his own hands, and took in eighteen disciples in one breath, and they were strangled together for the position of master, and almost died. It seems that from then on, one generation is not as good as the other."

"What else?" Yan Zhengming took out the head seal from his neck and asked, "Which one of you wants to fight? Take it quickly, I won't suffer here anymore, I have to pack my bags and go home."

No one cares about him.

Li Yun lay on the pile of old papers, and then rummaged through: "I guess it was from that time that the sect rules began to stipulate that disciples should not fight each other. There are two of them..."

Cheng Qian: "Three."

Li Yun sighed: "Well, let's forget it—it's easy to talk about going astray. It records that there is a senior in our sect who believes in the art of astrology. He thinks that martial arts and swordsmanship are trivial skills. In his generation, the Fuyao wooden sword was almost lost, and there was a senior who loved to travel. It is said that when he was in charge of the sect, his closed disciples only saw him once in their lives... But it was the ancestor who really made the Fuyao sect hidden from the eyes of the world. , I didn’t write about the ancestor here, it only said that he retreated all the year round and had no contact with anyone, and every time the fairy city sent disciples, that is, the master and... that whoever came over. "

When Li Yun said this, he raised his head and said: "Oh, I really don't want to talk about these things. In fact, the Fuyao faction was still the top ten famous sects back then."

Yan Zhengming was convinced: "I figured it out. Our sect has a long history. Over the years, it has been rich in evil heretics and all kinds of freaks, and it has returned to the famous family. I think it can survive until now. It may be the blessing of some dead patriarch."

Han Yuan straightened his eyebrows and asked, "What should we do? Pack up your luggage and go home?"

Cheng Qian and Li Yun looked up at him together,

Han Yuan yelled aggrievedly: "It's not me who mentioned it, it's the elder brother who said it!"

"The Lord of Qinglong Island called me to meet him just now, and invited us to stay on the island for a while," Yan Zhengming leaned on a table, and announced slowly, "He said that after the Fairy City, Da Neng on the island will give lectures. Don, he has reserved a place for us."

Li Yun asked a little restlessly: "How long is a period of time? Are we not going back to Fuyao Mountain?"

"You can't tell," Yan Zhengming said rather sharply, "It seems that Tang Zhenren has been begging for food outside for 30 to [-] years, and they also said that she just went out to travel for a while."

Li Yun bit her nails involuntarily and said, "But I heard people say that the island owner has not cared about world affairs for many years, why did he suddenly come forward and keep us?"

Yan Zhengming said: "I don't know, it is said that he had friendship with Master before."

For so many years, Yan Zhengming has been raised in the deep mountains without anyone knowing him. Before he left, he took everything that his master said to him as a warning, but when he came to Qinglong Island rashly, he basically didn't understand anything, and he didn't dare Talking a lot and asking a lot, I often think about things, and after a period of time, I am exhausted physically and mentally.

"Coin money," Yan Zhengming raised his foot and kicked Cheng Qian, "put down your broken carving knife, raise your head, and say something."

Cheng Qian was interrupted by him, and the anger in his hand was vented, and the talisman was useless.

He frugally changed to an ordinary knife, scraped off the notch on it, and said plainly, "What did you say?"

Ever since he escaped from Wangyou Valley with the puddle, Cheng Qian seemed to have nothing else in his eyes. He practiced sword and kung fu all day long. Whenever he came to him, he would always hold a wooden sword in his hand. and one of the carving knives.

Because of this, Yan Zhengming tried to stop him several times but failed, and almost quarreled with him, but unfortunately he didn't take it seriously.

Only then did Yan Zhengming feel how helpless Master was to them all back then.

Cheng Qian cleaned up the sawdust, and said in a calm and unhurried manner: "What do we have to make people think about? Is the beauty of the senior brother in charge? You should stop being sentimental."

This hard and cold sentence made his senior brothers feel ashamed, and effectively ended the short meeting. Li Yun and Yan Zhengming looked at each other helplessly, not knowing what to do with these three senior brothers for a while .

After all, none of them saw the master's soul disappear with their own eyes.

Yan Zhengming winked at Li Yun, Li Yun understood, and led Han Yuan away.

Yan Zhengming stayed alone in Cheng Qian's room, took out a recent record about the Fuyao faction, and looked at it silently, neither of them paid attention to the other until it was dark, Xueqing came in with a food box, Surprisingly, he glanced at Yan Zhengming, who still refused to leave: "Young... the head."

"Let them bring my things here," Yan Zhengming ordered calmly, ignoring Cheng Qian's expression of "Why haven't you gotten out yet?" "I'll be staying here for a few days."

Cheng Qian's casual expression began to crack.

Yan Zhengming didn't even look at him, and said to Xue Qing, "I'm afraid he won't think of anything, so I'll stay here to see him for a few days."

Cheng Qian seemed to be full before eating, and he held back a sentence after a while: "Senior brother, I'm thinking too much, I'm thinking about it."

"I have the final say on this." Yan Zhengming briefly dismissed his words, and at the same time stood up and moved his hands and feet, and under the eyes of Cheng Qian's imminent disaster, he was ready to torment him.

It seems that he already has the secrets of being the head of the sect - when he is practicing swords, he makes a fuss about packing his luggage, and only remembers the seal of the head when he is domineering.

"By the way, ask a few people to come over," Yan Zhengming said, "Sweep the floor, can't you see the hair all over the floor—and bring in my incense burner, and ask Xiaoyueer to set the incense."

Before Cheng Qian could make a sound, Yan Zhengming had already completed the whole process of dove occupying the magpie's nest, and then picked up Cheng Qian by the back of his head, threw him beside the dining table, and said forcefully, "Get ready to eat."

Cheng Qian silently reached out to touch the chopsticks, but Yan Zhengming slapped them away before he touched them.

"Clean your hands." Yan Zhengming frowned.

Dao Tong didn't go out, Cheng Qian was inconvenient to directly attack the senior brother who had just become the head of the sect in front of them, so he could only stare at him for a moment, then dipped his hand in the basin viciously, and touched the tea bowl on the side.

...was slapped off by Yan Zhengming again.

Yan Zhengming: "Drink tea before taking a bite of rice, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He had a premonition that this day would not be good.

"Cold first and then hot, how can you eat hot and cold dishes alternately?"

"The rice is not used up, who asked you to serve pastries?"

"What? Do you use a bowl for eating and drinking soup?"

"What the hell, this eggplant is not peeled! Unpeeled eggplants are for people to eat?"

Cheng Qian finally couldn't take it anymore, put down his chopsticks with a "snap", stood up and left.

Yan Zhengming asked inexplicably, "Why are you going?"

"I can't think too much, I can't eat," Cheng Qian said, "Go to the backyard to practice swords."

Cheng Qian practiced sword for two hours in the morning and evening, rain or shine, and never cut corners.

But this day he suddenly felt that two hours was not enough, and wanted to practice outside for a night.

When he was exhausted and had no choice but to go back, he found that his room had been ravaged by the big brother and turned into a coil hole.

But the big Yaoxie sitting in the Pansi Cave didn't let him in: "Wash it off, are you going to lie down and sleep right away sweating all over?"

Cheng Qian's expression told Yan Zhengming that he seemed to think that way, and he often did it, so Master Yan turned around and called Xueqing in without saying a word: "Change the bed sheet for me!"

As soon as Xueqing left, Cheng Qian yelled at him: "Can't you go back to yourself?"

Yan Zhengming said: "No, look at what you look like now, I have to watch you these few days-do you practice swords until so late every day?"

A vein on Cheng Qian's forehead twitched violently, ignoring his question: "I won't sleep with you!"

"Do you think I'm willing to sleep with you?" Yan Zhengming said angrily, "The cutting board is softer than your bed!"

Cheng Qian turned around and left: "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen to sleep on the cutting board, and the head brother can do it himself."

Yan Zhengming shouted at the bewildered Taoist boys outside the door: "Get him!"

Cheng Qian treats others—even the Taoist boys brought from Fuyao Mountain, with a somewhat distant and polite attitude. Of course, it is impossible to go to war with a group of Taoist boys who were inexplicably injured by Chi Yu, so he had to let Yan contend for success.

The brocade quilt brought from Wenrouxiang made Cheng Qian sneezed four times, and tears came down. Yan Zhengming threw him a handkerchief with a look of disgust, and frowned, "Is there something wrong with your nose?"

Cheng Qian pinched his handkerchief with two fingers, stretched his arm and threw it aside, and took out a book about spells and taboos: "I think there is something wrong with your brain."

Yan Zhengming pushed him face down into the quilt and grabbed the spell book: "Sleep."

Cheng Qian: "Give it to me!"

The two had such a quarrel that they almost didn't even feel sleepy at all.

A good "Spells and Taboos" was almost torn in half. Finally, Cheng Qian let go out of love for his family's classics. Yan Zhengming took the opportunity to throw the book aside and turned off the light with his hand.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth in the dark, got into the quilt and covered his head, out of sight and out of mind.

Yan Zhengming, who won the victory, clasped his hands behind his head, but his pride came too soon, Cheng Qian ignored him, and he lay flat on the bed, staring at the bed curtain for a while.

After a long time, he suddenly said in the silence: "Now I know what is meant by 'walking on thin ice, like facing an abyss'."

Cheng Qian huddled under the quilt and said nothing, probably at this moment, Yan Zhengming was that annoying "abyss".

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and continued to say to himself: "There is a lecture hall after the Fairy City, and many casual practitioners will take this opportunity to come to study. The second and fourth juniors didn't even enter the door to introduce Qi into the body, so I just want to stay, at least to lay a foundation... We can't just go back to Fuyao Mountain without root or base."

It is clearly a sect with a name, surname and origin, but like a rootless casual cultivator, he has to learn some trivial skills in other people's lecture halls.

"I have agreed to the island owner, but I don't intend to attach myself to Qinglong Island." Yan Zhengming paused, and added as if he didn't know who to convince, "Really not."

Cheng Qian didn't know when he had emerged from the quilt, looking at him quietly with his face sideways.

Cheng Qian's face has not yet grown, but it has already lost weight, leaving only a pair of eyes, the inner gaze is firm and firm, but the outer shape is still clear and immature like a child.

"What was I doing when I was his age?"

Yan Zhengming thought about it, he looked at Cheng Qian, his heart was soft and uncomfortable, he couldn't help but blurted out: "Ten years, at most ten years, we will go back."

But he regretted this sentence after he finished speaking. Yan Zhengming turned his head in pain, stopped looking at Cheng Qian, and quickly said back, "I'll just talk casually. It's best if you can go back. If you don't go back, don't be too lazy." letter."

... Well, if he is reliable, sows can climb trees.

Sometimes, a person or a small group of people may experience a catastrophe, but time will not stop because of anyone, and everything in the world is still in a hurry.

While several teenagers from the Fuyao faction were anxiously looking for a way out, the Fairy Market on Qinglong Island started as scheduled.

The so-called "Fairy Market" on Qinglong Island is a big market once every ten years. There is a long street of more than ten miles specially opened on the island, where pills, charms, magic weapons, cheat books, etc. can be traded here.The various sects will bring in a new generation of disciples and make friends with them. Some disciples can even travel together after the Fairy City is over when they can travel alone.

In addition, the most eye-catching thing is the "Qinglong Trial" that casual practitioners all over the world have been looking forward to.

The Lecture Hall on Qinglong Island is the most yearning place for all casual cultivators who have no family or sect. Countless casual cultivators or ordinary people who have not got a famous school will come here, hoping to get advice from a famous teacher and embark on the path. The orthodox practice path.

The outstanding ones will be accepted by Qinglong Island. Even if they can't formally enter Qinglong Island, they can still get started after a few years of subterranean training in the lecture hall. With a skill, they can travel around the world to find opportunities on their own.

Of course, the lecture hall can't accommodate so many people, and after layers of screening, only one out of a hundred people can finally enter the lecture hall.

Like the Fuyao faction, it seems that the island owner opened the back door himself, otherwise they might not have passed the Qinglong test.

When Xianshi first opened, under the instigation of Han Yuan, several people went to watch the excitement.

Xianshi Street is very interesting. There are many mortals in it. At first glance, it is almost impossible to tell which is a monk and which is a mortal. However, when communicating or trading, there is a clear distinction between the two. Yan Zhengming soon discovered that only mortals would Using gold and silver, monks usually ask for barter.

Even if Yan Zhengming and the others had tens of thousands of taels of silver in their pockets, they could only buy ordinary people's things on Xianshi Street, and they didn't even think about magic weapons for monks.

The Azure Dragon Examination is held on the Azure Dragon Terrace at the end of Xianshi City.

The "Qinglong Terrace" only occupies an area of ​​three or four zhang square, but I don't know what kind of secret method is used. When I walk up and take a look, I realize that it is so huge that it can even pretend to be false illusions such as mountains, rivers, and seas.Tang Wanqiu and a group of other monks stood around Qinglongtai, probably to maintain the order of the examination.

Casual cultivators who are self-confident can go up to compete with others in the arena, while those who are completely uninitiated can choose an illusion to go in for a trial to test their character, will, aptitude, and so on.

To show fairness, everyone can watch from the sidelines.

When Yan Zhengming and the others finally found a place in the teahouse around Qinglong Terrace, they happened to catch up with two monks competing, one wielding a knife and the other wielding a sword.Different from the big demon battle they encountered at sea, in this level of competition, you can clearly see every move you make.

The swordman's sword moves are very fancy, very light and nimble, and he must have some kung fu, but if he is too fancy, he becomes a little frivolous, a bit like "a big clumsy as a coincidence", the two of them have gone through two or three hundred moves, The swordsman, who had been inconspicuous all this time, suddenly caught an opening in his opponent, and was stabbed in the arm. He pushed his thick-backed knife straight into the swordsman's sword strokes. Picked up the swordsman's saber.

A circle of people applauded loudly.

Han Yuan enviously said to Yan Zhengming: "Brother, when can we change into real swords?"

Yan Zhengming stared at the stage intently, and said casually, "Wait until you stop hitting your feet with the wooden sword."

Cheng Qian smiled, and said to Han Yuan: "Master said that the sword I send is different from other swords, and it will take a few years."

After finishing speaking, he thought of the wooden sword in his master's hand that was like a sea needle in the wind and rain, and couldn't help but add another sentence: "Besides, as long as the sword's intent is achieved, the wooden sword is not necessarily inferior to the iron sword..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yun suddenly pulled him and warned in a low voice: "Xiao Qian, don't talk nonsense!"

Cheng Qian was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head, only to see a dark-faced man sitting next to him looking at him coldly.

Cheng Qian was very inexplicable, and when he met his eyes, the man stood up, looked down at Cheng Qian, and said, "Wooden swords are not as good as iron swords - I heard what this little brother meant, it must be Do you have a deep understanding of the way of the sword?"

At this moment, the casual swordsman who had just been defeated came down from the Azure Dragon Platform, walked up to the black-faced man, and called out, "Brother."

Cheng Qian immediately understood what was going on, and he thought to himself that this is really new, can he blame the latrine for not being able to shit?

Apparently, on this point, Han Yuan and him had a good understanding. The little beggar couldn't see others bullying his little brother, so he immediately took a step forward, full of nasty words from street urchins.

It's just that before he had time to spray, Li Yun grabbed him quickly: "Don't cause trouble!"

Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand to stop Cheng Qian who was reluctant, and lazily cupped his hands at the other party, saying: "It's the kid who talks nonsense, and he's the one who said that the coal balls are white. Brother, please just smile after hearing this." .”

Talking about briquettes in front of Heitan... Li Yun felt physically and mentally exhausted for a while after hearing this. He knew that the elder brother's intention was really to calm things down, but once he said these words, he didn't know why. Provocative arch fire.

Born with a face that pleases people - what kind of special talent is this?

The black-faced man's face turned even darker, his eliminated brother whispered in his ear for a moment, then the black-faced man's eyes fell on the wooden sword in Cheng Qian's hand.

Immediately, he sneered and said, "What? The 'Holding the Waist' faction? I've never heard of it. I don't think it's worth mentioning that this lecture is not good enough. Any cat, cat or dog can come in with the relationship of three aunts and six wives. What kind of test on Qinglong Island is just trying to gain fame, and deceive you fools who don't know what's going on!"

Tang Wanqiu, the guardian next to the Qinglong Terrace, obviously heard it, and her face suddenly turned ugly, but she didn't dare to leave her post without authorization, so she could only stare fiercely at this side, her eyes like knives. Everyone gouged out their eyes.Probably because he wanted to kick Heitantou, who dared to speak ill on Qinglong Island, and these little brats who came in through nepotism, out of the fairy city.

Yan Zhengming was unmoved when he heard this, and thought to himself: "Anyway, he scolded Qinglong Island, so what does it have to do with me?"

So with a sneer, he lifted his foot and was about to leave.

Cheng Qian was not as heartless as him, he had already seen Tang Wanqiu's face.

Although this black charcoal spoke disrespectfully to Qinglong Island, it was provoked by their Fuyao faction. Originally, the island owner's repeated summons had caused dissatisfaction. better off.

Yan Zhengming: "Xiao Qian, let's go."

Cheng Qian turned a deaf ear, and slowly brushed the edge of the wooden sword with his fingers, stood on the spot, and said slowly: "Oh? So, this brother whose sword was broken... must be very talented. gone?"