Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

After the incident in front of the Qinglong stage, without Yan Zhengming's orders, the Fuyao faction, including Daotong, all reduced the number of outings. They learned from top to bottom what "restraint" means without a teacher.

Cheng Qian extended the time of sword practice every day for another hour, regularly feeding with his brothers and sisters. In a blink of an eye, the hundred-day fairy city came to an end, and Cheng Qian's "searching up and down" has already mastered it.

The adversity was overwhelming, and even Han Yuan, who was ignorant at first, knew how to work hard. Li Yun felt angry for the first time when he got up from a nap one day to play with Jiulianhuan. No one could tell why he entered the Tao. Yes, the master is gone, so Li Yun had to be taught by the elder brother when he touched the spell carving knife for the first time.

On the last day of the Fairy City, Han Yuan changed into a humble sackcloth, went out for a while, and came back in the evening. When he came back, he had a bag of snacks in his arms, and he ate them while walking, which made the puddles who were playing in the yard greedy. If not, he followed him step by step, eagerly following Liu Halazi.

"No way, Junior Sister," Han Yuan said irresponsibly, "People say that children can't eat adults' food, they will choke to death."

The puddle has half a mouthful of deciduous teeth that can saw wood, so she didn't believe his alarmist words at all. Seeing that the bag of snacks had already bottomed out, the puddle uttered the first words in her life in a hurry: "Hiss... hiss... hiss... !"

Han Yuan paused and said in surprise, "Ah, can you speak?"

Seeing that there was a door, the puddle immediately clenched his fists, blushing so hard that his neck was thick, and screamed again as if desperate: "Hiss!"

"That's great." Han Yuan finished the compliment without any sincerity, without expressing anything, and walked forward while eating - he had a problem with being a beggar in the early years, and he was a good hand at rubbing other people's food and drink, and others would never move No food in his mouth.

The puddle suddenly became anxious, and completely forgot the words of the brothers not to fly around, and suddenly stretched out the wings that were more purely controlled, and flopped and chased after Han Yuan.

Coincidentally, Cheng Qian and Li Yun walked in from the outside.

When Cheng Qian saw the familiar big wings, his face darkened immediately, and he shouted in a low voice: "Come down!"

Shui Keng is afraid of Cheng Qian, because the trick of acting coquettishly and shamelessly works on other senior brothers, but it doesn’t work on the third senior brother. The third senior brother is strict with others, and even more so with himself. A somersault fell, and he sat down on the ground, pursed his mouth, and didn't dare to cry in front of Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian was carrying a basket of flowers and branches in one hand, and a few books in the other hand, staring at the puddle with a sinking face, feeling a little worried.

What will happen to a little sky demon who has no ability to protect himself if he is coveted by other monks with ulterior motives?

And if there is an eventuality, no one can seek justice for her. After all, she is not a person. In the eyes of many monks, if she is not a person, she is an object, even if she is the daughter of the demon queen and a half-demon. Small pets are probably no different.

Seeing that Cheng Qian was going to puddle again, Li Yun quickly waved his hands and said, "Forget about Xiao Qian, she doesn't understand anything, and if she can remember it by herself, why don't we think of a way to prevent her from flying again."

"I did find a spell that can seal demon blood a few days ago," Cheng Qian said, "I just don't know how sure I can make it."

Although Li Yun had just started to learn about talismans, he also had a deeper understanding of its profoundness, and hurriedly said, "Don't rashly use those talismans you haven't seen before."

Cheng Qian didn't answer directly, but just smiled and changed the topic, turned to Han Yuan and asked, "Where did you go today?"

"Inquire about the news," Han Yuan muttered vaguely, chewing his food, "I've checked everything these days. The charcoal-faced person who troubled us is named Zhang Dasen, and now he's also in the lecture hall. The one who wields the sword is Zhang Erlin, his own younger brother. He lost the election, and he will have to leave Qinglong Island as soon as the Immortal City ends tomorrow. I understand that these casual cultivators have no background and no affiliation, and they like to hold groups by themselves, Zhang Dasen They have already enlisted a group of people, so beware of them in the future."

Han Yuan has a skill that can be called a unique skill - the streets and alleys, as long as someone else has a word that slipped away, he can find out.

Li Yun asked: "Who was that person holding the fan that day?"

Han Yuan's face darkened slightly: "We can't afford to mess with that one. He is from Qinglong Island. His name is Zhou Hanzheng. He is the left protector of the lecture hall. There are two left and right protectors in the lecture hall. The woman with a square face, remember Is it? She is the right protector."

This is about Tang Wanqiu.

Li Yun frowned and said, "This Guardian Zuo doesn't know us at all, why is he so dissatisfied with us?"

"If you are dissatisfied, let's skip the test and go directly to the lecture hall," Han Yuan said, "I don't know, I heard people say that this person is very evil, and he is a little moody, so try not to provoke him in the future—by the way, I got it today A little something good."

With that said, Han Yuan patted the crumbs of the dim sum in his hand, took out a small oil-paper bag from his bosom, and mysteriously took it out to his senior brothers.

Inside the paper bag were three strangely shaped needles, with indistinct charms engraved on the tails, and the tips were still blue.

"This is..." Li Yun's eyes were straightened, "Don't touch it, Xiao Qian! This is a soul-searching needle, it's poisonous... Where did you get it?"

Han Yuan said with a hippie smile: "It's from Xianshi, hehe."

"I know this thing, it's very powerful." Li Yun didn't bother to accuse Han Yuan of his sneaky behavior, and excitedly held the needle in his hand through the paper bag. The 'soul-searching needle' means that as long as you tell it who it is, it can go forward and kill the enemy on its own, with this thing, it is easy to take the head of an admiral out of 10 people!"

Cheng Qian has no interest in these side ways. Even if he really wanted to crush someone, he would do so with his own hands. He didn't even bother to listen, so he passed Li Yun and Han Yuan. , carrying the weird big flower basket in his hand, and kicked open Yan Zhengming's door.

He threw the flower basket heavily on the table amid the snickering of the little maids, and said angrily, "The flowers you want are gone."

At this time, the maids inside the door were surrounded by the outside scenery, but their elder brother, who had a small wound of one and a half inches long, was not playing. He is holding a carving knife in his right hand, concentrating on the spell under his palm.

When Cheng Qian kicked the door, Yan Zhengming's line broke off at one corner, and the carving knife poked a drop of blood on his finger.

Yan Zhengming frowned at first, and then smiled when he realized that the person who kicked the door was Cheng Qian. Because of the "serious injury" of this drop of blood, Cheng Qian was not only sent by him to be a flower picker during the day, but also endured the big brother at night. She picked and picked, and personally inserted those inexplicable flower branches into the vase.

The next day, the lecture hall opened.

The so-called "speaking hall" is actually a hillside, noisy, looking around, there are men, women, old and young people of all kinds of strange shapes, some standing, some sitting, some simply climbing trees, there is almost no place to set foot .

Fortunately, everyone from the Fuyao faction arrived early under Li Yun's ear-to-mouth order, found a small and inconspicuous corner near the front, and settled down in advance.

There are noisy casual cultivators everywhere, most of them are not high-level, far from the level of bigu without getting dusty, there are some people who have been wandering outside all year round, and their lives are very careless, their whole body is mud except for the flesh and blood, and the fragrance is not there. Next.There are also people who carry weird spiritual pets with them, such as dogs, birds and foxes, and there is also a big fat gray mouse that shuttles through the crowd, which is really disgusting.

Even Cheng Qian couldn't help frowning in such a treasured place of geomantic omen, not to mention their elder brother who is obsessed with cleanliness.

But Yan Zhengming didn't say a word—he had nothing to say, he decided to stay on his own, so could he still slap himself in public?

Yan Zhengming waved his hand, rejecting the cushion Daotong gave him, and looked into the distance with his eyes empty, feeling an unspeakable loneliness in his heart.

He couldn't help but think of the preaching hall in Fuyao Mountain, where there were pavilions and small courtyards, where cigarettes were curling up, and Dao Tongan quietly handed over pastries and hot and cold tea, but they didn't know how to cherish them, comparing each other all day Saidi makes trouble, he often sleeps so sleepy that he doesn't know what to do, the sun is always high when he opens his eyes, Li Yun will play with his disgusting bunch of reptiles, Han Yuan is always stealing food, only Cheng Qian is alone to hold on to his drowsiness , listening to master chanting...

Up to now, everything has changed.

"Hey, little brother, what's the matter?" Han Yuan pulled back Yan Zhengming's thoughts of memories.

Yan Zhengming turned his head and felt that Cheng Qian was about to fall onto Li Yun's body. His face didn't look like he didn't sleep well, it looked like he had suffered a serious illness, even his lips were gray.

Cheng Qian half-closed his eyes and shook his head. He didn't know whether it was lack of strength or he didn't want to say more, so he didn't say anything.

Yan Zhengming was taken aback. The last time he saw Cheng Qian's face like this was when the kid turned his head back to touch the talisman, trying to loosen himself.

"What did you do last night?" Yan Zhengming reached out and tapped the dark spot under his eyes, "Are you a thief?"

Li Yun suddenly remembered the conversation between him and Cheng Qian the day before, and turned around and asked forcefully, "I went to see my junior sister before I left this morning, and I saw her crying in the room, what's going on?"

Puddles of water cry to knock down the house, so after she understands a little bit, she usually doesn't cry in the house, and occasionally she cries loudly, and when the house shakes, she basically shuts up.

The half-dead Cheng Qian finally gave him a little response: "Is the house okay?"

"You're doing this kind of thing again," Li Yun said angrily, and picked up Cheng Qian's collar, "You're carving a spell by yourself again, don't you want to kill yourself?"

"Hush——" Han Yuan pulled Li Yun, only to see that the noisy hillside suddenly became quiet, and a person suddenly fell from the sky in the middle of the lecture hall, and the wild flowers on the hillside seemed to have received nectar from the sky, competing bloomed.

And the person on the high platform is exactly that Zhou Hanzheng.

Zhou Han was holding his Sansi fan, rolled up his sleeves and punched all around arrogantly: "Keep everyone waiting."

Yan Zhengming first raised his hand to draw Cheng Qian over, and then said helplessly to Li Yun and Han Yuan in a low voice: "It's him, if I knew I wouldn't be here today... Listen up, we'll come early today and leave early, don't Eye-catching, do you hear me?"

Li Yun didn't make a sound, his white face became even whiter, Han Yuan gritted his teeth, his face was filled with depression and indignation.

Yan Zhengming pretended not to see the reactions of his juniors, and felt Cheng Qian leaning softly on him, his breath was so weak.

Although he didn't ask explicitly, Li Yun's few words were enough to let him know that Cheng Qian must have done something desperate to cover up the evil spirit on the puddle.

"Sigh, I'm so worried." Yan Zhengming thought, and twisted Cheng Qian hard to vent his anger.

Zhou Hanzheng on the stage had already started to talk freely, and it was nothing more than saying that the lecture hall would be held once every ten days, and the rest of the time, all the disciples would go back to study separately.

"We on Qinglong Island don't forbid disciples to learn from each other, but you have to be careful not to hurt your peace. If you really hurt people, the school rules will make you feel better." Zhou Han was talking, meaning He lowered his head and took a glance. I don't know how he did it. His fluttering eyes actually found the people of the Fuyao faction accurately, and stopped on Yan Zhengming for a moment. Then, Zhou Hanzheng smiled and said, "Okay, today I will give you all Talk about drawing qi into the body and storing qi in the dantian."

"Forget about going back," Yan Zhengming listened and thought absently, "Even if we don't go home, we have to go back to Fuyao Mountain. We have a nine-story scripture building, and even if we grope for it by ourselves, it's better than staying here with our tails between our legs." Be a strong person—at worst, you can retreat like a master and see no outsiders, so go back and pack your luggage today!"

At this time, Zhou Han suddenly said: "I know that everyone's progress is different, how about this, I will find a disciple to follow me to demonstrate."

As he spoke, his slender eyes looked menacingly at the direction of the Fuyao faction again, meeting Yan Zhengming's eyes, Yan Zhengming almost had the illusion of being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"Ah, Master Yan," Zhou Han said with a smile, "I heard from the island master that your school is quite old and has a very profound family education. Master Yan must have passed the level of drawing energy into the body long ago. Why don't you go on stage? Come on, let's all open our eyes."

Cheng Qian hadn't slept all night, and he had exhausted his true energy because of the spell. At this moment, his whole body was weak, and there seemed to be a bunch of clips on his temples, which were tightly clamped, making his ears buzzing on both sides. .He had already tried his best to go all the way to the lecture hall, but if he was a little coquettish, he really couldn't get up in the morning, but when he heard this, his whole body tensed up instinctively, and he was about to stand up.

His slight struggle alarmed Yan Zhengming, Yan Zhengming was bored, it was fine if he didn't look for trouble, trouble always came to him.

Yan Zhengming pressed Cheng Qian casually, and said angrily: "Sit down honestly, kid, don't make trouble, who wants you to come out?"

After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, walked forward with his saber in his hand, and with every step he took, his belief in leaving became firmer. When he reached a place ten steps away from Zhou Hanzheng, Yan Zhengming stopped, and raised his sword upright. On the ground, he said to Zhou Han: "The real person advises."

Yan Zhengming's saber is really eye-catching, let alone the sword itself, the scabbard alone is invaluable, it is full of precious stones, the empress's phoenix crown probably doesn't have so many treasures.

Zhou Han was looking at him, and said: "Everyone here who can draw qi into the body knows that the initial qi sensation can be said to be produced by chance. I don't know why the master Yan entered the Tao?"

Yan Zhengming is now thinking about whether to say goodbye to the island owner of Qinglong if he wants to leave. He knows in his heart that the island owner has done the utmost to them by helping them find someone and provide them with shelter. After tasting it all over Qinglong Island, Yan Zhengming couldn't help feeling a little resentful towards the island owner.

Seeing and asking, he didn't want to waste any more words, and only said very briefly: "Sword."

Zhou Han nodded and smiled and said, "Yes, I guessed it. It can be seen that Master Yan takes great care of his sword."

As soon as these words came out, even the words "Master Yan" seemed very sarcastic. Some of the crowd watched the excitement, and some deliberately flattered the powerful Zuo Dharma, and burst into laughter.

The blue veins on Cheng Qian's forehead twitched. Li Yun knew that he couldn't hold back. Seeing him move, he immediately rushed forward and pressed him under his palm, warning in a low voice: "Are you causing trouble again?"

Cheng Qian clenched his fists white. Everyone has an unbearable limit. It may be unreasonable to others, but the person involved cannot swallow it anyway. If someone insults him face to face, Cheng Qian, for the sake of the overall situation, You may not be willing to have conflicts with others, so you will bear it.

But if it fell on the master and his brothers, he couldn't stand it no matter what.

Li Yun held his shoulder tightly with one hand, and said in Cheng Qian's ear: "Don't make trouble, I'm afraid the elder brother wants to go back."

Cheng Qian paused.

Li Yun said in a low voice: "Xiao Qian, think about it carefully, you can't even stand it, how can the elder brother bear it, I'm afraid he wants to go back when he sees the big hillside of the lecture hall this morning."

Zhou Hanzheng first put Yan Zhengming aside, and talked about the various methods of introducing qi into the body that he knew. After counting the examples, he said: "Introducing qi into the body is the first step to communicate with the world. Even if you have formally entered the sect, the next step is the cultivation method. As for what the cultivation method is, each sect has its own unique cheats, but the actual content is mostly the same, and they are all teaching you how to introduce the essence of heaven and earth. In the body, form your own true essence."

"The so-called profound skill depends on whether the swordsmanship is exquisite or not, but also depends on whether your true energy is mellow." Zhou Han was turning to Yan Zhengming and asked, "I wonder how long the master Yan will lead the qi into the body?"

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while.

The Fuyao sect never pays much attention to exercises. The first thing for disciples to do after getting started is always to engrave spells endlessly to exercise their meridians. Occasionally, by chance, they will enter meditation or gain some enlightenment. Master Mu Chun never asks them to meditate and gather true energy like other sects do. Yuan.

Zhou Hanzheng seemed to predict that Yan Zhengming was an ignorant dude, and asked with a smile: "Master Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Zhengming: "...Three years."

Zhou Han clasped his palms and said with a smile: "Three years of introducing Qi into the body, the skill should have achieved a small degree, let me see it later."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden gust of wind on the stage, sweeping towards Yan Zhengming.Yan Zhengming instinctively held his sword forward, and his whole body's aura was mobilized instantly, forming an invisible cover under his feet, protecting him in it.

Zhou Han took the time to say to the crowd who were stretching their necks and looking up: "This set of exercises is called False Mountains and Rivers. It was specially created by my school for the purpose of testing the students' skills in the school. I think some of you have already seen it in the Qinglong Exam. This style is called Feisha Zoushi, and it is aimed at beginners. Those who have made small achievements within three years, who are diligent or outstanding can persist in this flying sand and Zoushi for several days, and the second-class ones can persist for several hours. , as for..."

Yan Zhengming only felt that his ears were buzzing - he had never cultivated his true essence, and he did not know how to adjust his breath routinely. Soon, his limbs almost lost consciousness. The air membrane on the side has been broken, and an irresistible force hit Yan Zhengming's chest, and then the hurricane hit him like a whip, his whole body lightened, and the next moment, he was thrown off up the high platform.

That Zhou Han was watching Yan Zhengming who fell out indifferently, and he calmly completed the second half of his sarcastic remarks: "As for those who are not qualified enough, use pills to forcibly improve their realm, and enter the Tao because of 'taking medicine', I thought they Maybe I can stick to a cup of tea and a stick of incense, but right now it seems that I overestimated... Is this 'medicine-taking school' head Yan okay?"