Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Yan Zhengming felt that all the bones in his body seemed to be shattered. For a moment, his five senses and six senses failed at the same time, and he could only see Zhou Hanzheng's condescending gaze, as if in his eyes, he was just an unworthy bird crouching in the dust. of ants.

Several people ran over, maybe the juniors, or their own Taoist boy. They all tried to help him up, but Yan Zhengming didn't have any strength in his legs, and he didn't exert any strength at all.

Yan Zhengming didn't know if he fainted at that time, he felt a little dazed, and he seemed to hear the voice of the master in the trance: "Zhengming, you came from a wealthy family, you don't know the sufferings of the world, and you never know what adversity is. It's not a good thing, I gave you the word 'study' today as a precept for my master."

That was eight years... no, almost nine years ago, he had just joined the Fuyao sect, and he received his precepts in Unknown Hall for the first time.

Yan Zhengming was lazy in reading and practicing martial arts since he was a child, so he didn't understand it at the time, and asked, "What do you mean, master, what do you want me to think about?"

Master Mu Chun said: "Jade is also a stone. At first, it was no different from the sandy rocks on the road. After a long time, it was condensed by fire or tempering. It was hidden in the mountains and underwater without anyone. Knowing that, you still need to grind away the stone skin, ponder in every possible way, and even add a knife and ax to your body to become a weapon. Zheng Ming, you are my great disciple of the Fuyao Sect. "

That's right, he also asked at that time, what is meant by "Kaishan Great Disciple".

The master's answer was: "Creating a mountain is the beginning of blood inheritance. You are the No.1 of my Fuyao sect who has never been seen before and who will never come after."

A breath of fishy smell rushed straight to the center of his eyebrows, Yan Zhengming randomly pushed away the hand who was blocking him, and vomited a mouthful of blood. He didn't want to know what kind of bear he was right now. When he felt the burning pain, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and touched the side face and forehead with blood mixed with sand and dust. His white clothes had already been rubbed like a mud monkey, the belt on one side was loose, and a tail was stained with muddy water. .

Yan Zhengming heard Zhou Hanzheng's voice not far or near: "Everyone started from Qinglong Island. In the future, you may form your own school, preach and accept disciples. Then I have to advise you. At this time, when you are working hard, the school is not good. If you choose a good name, you will really be able to rise to the top."

Yan Zhengming's arm propped on the ground couldn't stop trembling, his anger and shame collided rightly, like water and soil mixed into a swamp, sinking his whole body into it, vomited out a wave of hatred , A sorrow deeper than self-blame.

"Senior brother, what's the matter with you? Say something, senior brother!" Li Yun shook his shoulder vigorously.

Yan Zhengming's eyes finally gradually gained focus. He stared blankly at Li Yun, Cheng Qian, and Han Yuan, and thought to himself: "Master is wrong, what kind of jade am I? I don't even count as a stubborn stone, just A puddle of mud that won't support the wall."

The master must be confused, otherwise how could he pass the head seal to him?

Yan Zhengming felt that the word "Fuyao" was like two big mountains, pressing on his shoulders respectively, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, and no matter what, he didn't have a backbone that could bear the two big mountains.

"I..." He opened his mouth to say something, but his tongue seemed to be blocked by bitterness, and he couldn't form a complete sentence.

And at this moment, Cheng Qian opened his mouth.

Cheng Qian asked, "When shall we go back?"

As soon as this remark came out, several people were stunned.

Yan Zhengming may want to run away, and Han Yuan and Li Yun may not have so much persistence. Everyone may say this sentence, but it should not come out of Cheng Qian's mouth.

The three of them have always been different from Fuyao Mountain, and their dedication to cultivation is obvious to all. If you open a door to the scripture building for him, he will be at your disposal. How could he personally propose to leave...

Han Yuan asked in a low voice: "Little brother, what are you talking about? Where are you going back?"

"Go back to Fuyao Mountain," Cheng Qian said calmly, "First, help senior brother go back. I don't have anything to bring except for the books in the scripture building. I can run errands to call a boat later. Give me the money first."

As Cheng Qian spoke, he stood up and turned to the other side of Yan Zhengming without delay, and helped him up with Li Yun from left to right, and walked out of the crowd first.

"Wait, Xiaoqian, listen to me!" Li Yun said in a low voice, "He is lecturing scriptures and he will say a lot of cultivation tips. Have you stopped listening?"

"No, please listen first," Cheng Qian said with a blank expression, "I'm leaving, it's not surprising."

Of course, it is impossible for Han Yuan and Li Yun to stay on their own. At this time, the lecture hall was less than a stick of incense away. After all, their departure was very eye-catching. For a while, even Zhou Hanzheng's eyes were on On them, Li Yun had no choice but to turn around quickly, rushing to Zhou Han on the high platform and said: "Let's protect the law, please forgive me, our sect master brother feels a little uncomfortable..."

Zhou Han was swaying his fan frivolously, and smiled at Li Yun with a sarcasm: "Oh, then let your brothers in charge take care."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Han turned his eyes and landed on Cheng Qian whose back was turned to him. He dragged his long voice and said lightly: "That kid...well, that kid who hit someone in the face with a wooden sword, although you are sloppy It's normal, but swordsmanship is still interesting, if you want to go further, you might as well try it under my school, after passing the exam, maybe you can find a place where you can learn swords seriously."

Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear it, his steps were steady, and he walked out holding Yan Zhengming without looking back.

Han Yuan looked at Cheng Qian's ugly face at a loss, wondering if he really didn't hear it or something, whispered, "Little brother, that Zhou..."

Cheng Qian squeezed out the first foul words in his life: "Fart the fuck."

Han Yuan had no choice but to shut up silently, and followed his three senior brothers closely.

People on half the hillside were looking at them with mocking or mocking eyes, as if they were looking at a group of despondent dogs.

Young people are not afraid of anything, but what they are most afraid of is that others will look down on them. On this point, not to mention Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming, Li Yun and even Han Yuan are all the same.

Li Yun suddenly turned his head away, and rudely wiped away the tears that had rolled half a circle in his eyes.

Just as they were about to leave the hillside of the lecture hall, there was a loud shout from behind: "Stop!"

Then a figure fell one after another, standing in front of them impartially, it was that poor Taoist nun Tang Wanqiu who was like a stick.

Cheng Qian benefited a lot from her battle with the big devil Jiang Peng in the East China Sea. Cheng Qian even thought that if they lived on Qinglong Island in the future, he must find a chance to pay a visit to this self-contained man. Tang Zhenren, but he did not expect that Qinglong Island is not so easy to live in.

At this time, he was full of anger, and he didn't even have a good impression of Tang Wanqiu. Seeing her blocking the way, Cheng Qian turned back and untied the saber from Yan Zhengming's waist and held it in his hand. He said, "What advice does Master Tang have?"

Tang Wanqiu said forcefully: "Could it be that the lecture hall is a vegetable market, come and go when you say it?"

Li Jun on one side managed to suppress his anger, clenched his fists, pressed his tongue fiercely against the upper dental hall for a while, and then said in a calmer tone: "We have already reported to Guardian Zhou Zuo, Send the head brother to go..."

Tang Wanqiu interrupted him and said, "Could it be possible that that blow just now could have knocked him down, so many of you need to carry him alone? Do you want me to call another eight-carrier sedan chair for you?"

Li Yun: "We..."

Cheng Qian suddenly took a step forward, he was so daring at this moment, under Li Yun's terrified gaze, he said unceremoniously to Tang Wanqiu: "Get out of the way!"

Tang Wanqiu's gaze swept over Yan Zhengming, landed on Cheng Qian, and sneered, "I became angry from embarrassment... Oh, I see, you are planning to escape from the island, right? A bunch of trash."

Cheng Qian's fingers holding the saber slowly moved up a few inches.

Tang Wanqiu didn't seem to know what enough is enough, she still refused to let go: "Why, isn't what I said the truth? Could it be that you are also ashamed and feel humiliated?"

Cheng Qian brazenly pulled out Yan Zhengming's saber, and threw the priceless scabbard of senior brother on the ground without hesitation, ignoring the exclamation of the senior brothers behind him, and slashed across with the sword recklessly.

For the past six months, Cheng Qian has been practicing swords for five hours a day, not to mention a thousand miles a day. At this time, at least he has been able to integrate the sense of energy into his sword moves, but he usually uses wooden swords, and their power is always limited. It was the first time he touched a real sword, and he actually unleashed a merciless killing intent from the "Youth You" in the move "Peng Cheng Wan Li".

Tang Wanqiu: "Good time!"

She didn't even draw out her sword, and directly greeted her with the scabbard. Before the sword's edge reached, the two sharp sword qi had already collided. The wound, and not only did he not abandon the sword, but he just changed his mind and greeted him directly.

This is a change in the search up and down, "round and round".

The sound of gold and stone reappeared, Tang Wanqiu flipped his wrist, and the scabbard flipped in the air, suppressing Cheng Qian's unsure of advancing and retreating sword moves.

Li Yun: "Stop! Xiaoqian—elder brother, tell Xiaoqian to stop!"

There was no trace of blood on Yan Zhengming's lips. His thoughts seemed to be able to travel thousands of miles, and a voice crazily shouted in his heart: "You let a child stand up for you! What's the use of holding the seal of the master? What's the use of living? "

But his body seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move.

Wealth and wealth in the mortal world are like floating clouds, coming and going without a trace, stripped of its gold and jade, Yan Zhengming felt as if his chest and abdomen were mercilessly cut open, exposing his failure to the bright world.

Tang Wanqiu smiled instead of anger: "Why, you still want to fight me, didn't your adults teach you how to write the word 'overestimate'?"

The hair on Cheng Qian's temples was drenched with cold sweat. He suddenly let out a suppressed growl, and with great difficulty turned the saber in his hand to an angle. , the iron sword goes retrograde, pointing at Tang Wanqiu.

The third move of the Fuyao Wooden Sword is not what you want. This sword is called "All or Nothing".

Tang Wanqiu frowned fiercely on a pair of broomsticks, the sharp sword screamed out of its sheath, the bright sword light flashed, and Cheng Qian fell two feet away.

She snorted coldly, and put the sword back into its sheath: "You just practice swordsmanship without distraction, and you will have to practice for at least a hundred or eighty years before you are worthy of being my opponent, but I don't think that day will come. Already scared..."

"I'm not afraid of you, Tang Wanqiu." Cheng Qian propped his sword on the ground, desperately trying to stand up again, tilting his head to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice.

When he thought he was alone, he felt that he could come and go by himself.

A person is also a person when he climbs to the top, and he is also a person when he falls into the abyss. Even if he loses his head, is it just a scar the size of a bowl?What's there to be afraid of?

However, he had a lot of weaknesses unknowingly, any one of them would be enough to make him die of pain, and he had to give in against his will.

Cheng Qian stared fiercely at the person standing in front of him, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I'm not afraid of you...I'm not afraid of anyone."

He tried to stand up several times, but fell back several times. The young man's slightly slender body trembled under the wide robe, but there was no sign of trembling.

Yan Zhengming's vision blurred in an instant.

With a sudden roar, he broke free from Li Yun's hand and took a step forward to hug Cheng Qian.

"Are you muddy?" Yan Zhengming seemed to have a knife in his chest, poking him fiercely over and over again, asking himself, "Do you want Fuyao to become a muddy sect shrunk in the mountains? Are you going to let Will the ancestors be ashamed under the Nine Springs and above the Nine Heavens? Are you going to cut off the bloodline that the master passed on desperately in the body of an animal?"

What kind of "Mountain No. 1 has no one before and no one to come" is he?

Yan Zhengming gasped for breath, his eyes were bloodshot, he turned his head suddenly, looked back at Tang Wanqiu without flinching, and said word by word: "We didn't say we were going to leave, and even if we did, it's not now."

Tang Wanqiu is like a rock, unmoved.

Yan Zhengming helped Cheng Qian up with some difficulty, and walked out from Tang Wanqiu's side.

Li Yun and Han Yuan hurriedly followed. This time, Tang Wanqiu did not stop her. She poked at the spot like a tree stump for a while, and when they were far away, she expressionlessly brushed her messy long hair together, leaving her alone. sloppy.

A Taoist boy patrolling the lecture hall saw her from a distance, and hurriedly came to pay respects and said flatteringly, "I've seen Zhenren Tang, why didn't Zhenren Tang come in? Is Zhou Zhenren opening a lecture hall?"

Without raising her head, Tang Wanqiu slapped him with words: "One of the greatest shames in my life is being with this person, bah."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked away domineeringly like a crab.

The road from the hillside of the lecture hall to the guest room seemed like it would never be long. After all, Tang Wanqiu was merciful. Cheng Qian was not injured except for the hand that was cracked by himself. but still walked very silently.

Finally, when he was about to reach the entrance of the courtyard, Li Yun couldn't help but asked, "Brother, what shall we do in the future?"

Yan Zhengming had no clue, feeling that the road ahead was endless, but he didn't want his juniors to see that he was at a loss, so he tried his best to express an expression that was the same as usual, and said casually: "Then who knows , take one step at a time.”

Han Yuan was even less reserved, and said bluntly: "Brother, when will we not be bullied by anyone?"

Yan Zhengming couldn't answer this question, so he slapped Han Yuan on the back of the head silently, and went back with a heavy heart.

Some people may be born with a lot of preoccupations, even the smallest things have to be on their minds for ten and a half months, but Yan Zhengming unfortunately happens to have a lenient mind, so he shut himself in the house, dismissed A group of Taoists and maids tried to coexist peacefully with his seldom chaotic mood.

But it didn't work, and until the sun went down, he was still battered.

He knew that he should immediately get up and go to the backyard to practice swords, or immediately pick up his carving knife, or he should impatiently meditate and work hard to accumulate real energy, but no matter which... he couldn't calm down and do it.

Yan Zhengming had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and he didn't know where to start. He finally sighed, fell on his back on the bed, stared blankly at the curtain of his bed, and tried his best to think of a way out for the sect. Unfortunately, in his short life, Just pay attention to the surface, even if the inside is hollowed out, there is really nothing real.

He sighed, feeling frustrated, wishing he could yell and make a fuss.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak".

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath, and said impatiently, "Zhe Shi, didn't you say that I've already fallen asleep?"

"it's me."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback, propped up half of his body from the bed, and took a look with his head: "Bongqian, why are you here?"

Cheng Qian was holding a small medicine bottle in his hand, which was probably used to treat bruises - ever since he added an hour to practice sword every day, he often had this inconspicuous smell of medicine on his body.

"Come and see your injury." Cheng Qian said simply.

Yan Zhengming fell silent for a while, allowing him to torture the bruises on his body again.

When Cheng Qian packed up his things and took a handkerchief to wipe his hands and was about to leave, Yan Zhengming suddenly stopped him: "Xiao Qian, don't you have anything to ask me?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, then said: "Today... when you fell off the high platform, you called 'Master'..."

He said, as if he didn't know how to comfort him, he hesitated for a while, and finally patted Yan Zhengming on the shoulder tentatively.

He found that he was still speechless as soon as he said good things, Cheng Qian was a little frustrated, and sighed lowly.

Yan Zhengming: "I'm not talking about that."

Cheng Qian glanced at him suspiciously: "...otherwise?"

For example, what should the sect do in the future?For example, senior brother, when will you be able to live up to your expectations?

At this moment, Yan Zhengming discovered the difference between Cheng Qian and others - he never cared about the decision-making of his head, and never expected anyone to be better, so that he would not have to suffer so much on Qinglong Island.When he was bullied, he increased the time for sword practice on his own. No matter if the sky collapsed or the ground collapsed, he only had a clear path in his eyes.

"Master showed you the whole set of Fuyao wooden sword?" Yan Zhengming suddenly changed the subject.

Cheng Qian nodded: "It's just that I haven't mastered the last three styles."

"Just remember." Yan Zhengming put on his coat, and picked up his saber that had brought him countless humiliations from the bedside, "Go, go to the backyard, and help me write the Fuyao wooden sword into a sword manual.