Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

There are two mountains at the front and back of Qinglong Island. On the top of the mountain at the back, the waves of the sea and the dense forest are far away.

He tapped his toes a few times on the edge of the cliff that was almost straight up and down, and then climbed up like a cloud and fog. He spotted a flowerless and leafless "dead grass" on the edge of the cliff, and pulled it down by the roots. Immediately, he flipped over, inserted five fingers into the rock, and with his arm, he threw himself up the hillside.

This person's posture was so elegant that he was almost careless. He only showed his true face when he landed. He was actually a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He glanced back at the sunset cliff, turned around with a half-smile and quickly walked up the stairs.

It wasn't until this moment that the giant eagle who had been guarding the "withered grass" realized that he had been cut off, and immediately screamed and turned into a fried chicken. However, this beast is very smart. , as if knowing that it would not be able to offend anyone, he hesitated for a while, but did not dare to chase after him. After a while, the boy's figure was hidden in the dense forest, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, a person screamed in the dense forest. The giant eagle was frightened and flew away from the cliff. Several other howls responded one after another, forming an encirclement in the dense forest. Obviously, it came prepared.

The birds in the forest rushed straight to Xiaohan, whizzed and circled, and then scattered and fled.

When the young man heard it, his expression remained unchanged. He carefully patted off the soil under the root of the "withered grass", put it in his arms, turned a plain wooden sword in his hand twice, and said with a "tsk": "Hidden spirits linger."

It turned out that this boy was Cheng Qian.

Five years in a hurry, like a flick of a finger, the child of the past has grown into a handsome young man, and fortunately he responded to the message given by the senior brother in the "Gentle Township" when he first met, and he did not become disabled.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian was surrounded by four or five people in the dense forest, and the leader was none other than Zhang Dasen.

Before Zhang Dasen went to Qinglong Island, he had already achieved a little bit of true energy, so he has been quite famous among casual practitioners. He uses a double-headed halberd in one hand, and his heart is already arrogant. There are a group of ineffective casual practitioners all day long Holding his stinky feet, he raised his tail even more vigorously.

"It's you again." In the past five years, the grievances between Zhang Dasen and Cheng Qian have not been resolved, but have intensified. When he saw Cheng Qian, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "Hand over the things wisely."

With his hands behind his back and the wooden sword hanging by his side, Cheng Qian tapped lightly on his legs every now and then, with a bewilderment of "I don't understand what the dog is barking" on his face.

Zhang Dasen has always been good at showing his teeth and claws. If others scold him, he can feel better, but every time he faces Cheng Qian's indifferent face, he feels that he can grow his beard alive.

The person who came with Zhang Dasen sneered at Cheng Qian: "Young Taoist friend, if you are smart, you should quickly hand over the 'Wupengcao'. If you insist on not bowing your head, we will have no choice but to be polite."

Hearing this, Cheng Qian immediately turned to him, and saw the young man leveling his wooden sword, lowering his head respectfully and politely to the speaker, cupping his fists and saying, "Don't dare to do it, please advise."

This attitude of toasting and not eating fine wine made several people around Cheng Qian look at each other, and immediately rushed forward in tacit understanding.

As soon as these people made a move, they clearly distinguished the roles of main attacker, auxiliary, sneak attack, and outflanking the rear, and Cheng Qian responded without panic and with ease.

Obviously, both parties are already familiar with this kind of siege.

The Dasen double-headed halberd swept out a cloud of wind, trapping Cheng Qian firmly in it, and the three people behind followed closely, and the last one walked around behind Cheng Qian, shouted, and the long knife followed Cheng Qian The spine goes straight up and down.

Cheng Qian didn't turn his head back, only to see that the wooden sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, and it pinched the attacker's wrist precisely one by one, and then, using it as a fulcrum, he tossed into the air. Stimulated by his strength, the sawdust on the sword that had been cut by the opponent's big knife collapsed like broken nails.

Zhang Dasen and a group of people hurriedly dodged, and the coordination suddenly became a little chaotic. Cheng Qian took the opportunity to catch a gap in the blockade of the three people's emotions. Bird, straight up from the gap.

Zhang Dasen and the others chased up instinctively, but they were not as dexterous as Cheng Qian. After they realized it, they realized that they had already separated from others.

Just for a moment, Cheng Qian had already caught him.

I saw his move "Tide Rolling with Passionate Wind", which immediately set off a commotion on the treetops, and the branches and leaves were in an uproar. Zhang Dasen had nowhere to use his double-headed halberd, and he was the first to bear the brunt of being slapped with sword energy.

Then, Cheng Qian ignored the magic weapon holding the magic pestle in one hand to pursue him, jumped down from the sky, landed and went straight at high speed, and at the same time slapped the root of the big tree with his palm.

There is a saying that "trees fall and monkeys scatter", the few people who lived above Cheng Qian didn't have time to retreat, they found that the building was about to fall under their feet, and hurriedly rolled down, waiting for them to struggle out of the dense forest branches and leaves At that time, Cheng Qian was already tens of feet away, and he couldn't catch up.

In the distance, Cheng Qian brushed over the small leaves stained with clothes, and bowed his hands politely to Zhang Dasen, as if to mean "excuse me, thank you for your advice", and then his figure quickly merged into the sunset, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Over the years, the Fuyao Sect has taken root on Qinglong Island in this way. Fortunately, Zhou Han, who was tirelessly trying to find trouble with them, was acting as a Dharma protector. He only appeared once in the first lecture hall, and never came out again to hinder him. Extraordinary.

The two guardians of the sutra hall, one Tang Wanqiu is from Mulan Mountain, and the other Zhou Hanzheng is not from Qinglong Island, but this person's background is more secret than Tang Wanqiu, so Han Yuan and the like can't find out.Tang Wanqiu arrived at Qinglong Island in the same group as Yan Zhengming when the Fairy City was about to open, but Zhou Hanzheng arrived later than her, and left in a hurry the next day after the first sutra lecture.

Since then, most of the masters who lectured on the high stage are very self-confident. They just go up and talk about themselves, and leave after they finish speaking.

Yan Zhengming has thoroughly learned the lesson of ostentation. From then on, on the days when the lecture hall opened, they would go there together before dawn, find an inconspicuous place, and do not chat with each other. They meditate and engrave spells Or read the sword manual, wait for others to come, and when the class is over, they will leave quietly together.

Over time, the Fuyao faction was finally gradually forgotten by irrelevant people, and the few teenagers almost became transparent people... Oh, of course, except for Cheng Qian, who gradually seldom joined the sect's brothers in public. In appearances, he's pretty much a loner.

He was not yet full-fledged and unable to protect the entire sect, so he had no choice but to pull other people's hostility towards the sect onto himself and shoulder the burden.

Years ago, Yan Zhengming also hired a large boat to send most of the Daotong and Xiaoyue'er, the grown-up little girls, back to Yan's house.After all, they are all mortals, and their youthful years are only ten or so years old, so they cannot afford to waste them.

Only a few, such as Xueqing Zheshi and others are willing to stay and accompany them on this long journey of life.

As a result, almost all the Fuyao sects who had been dragging their families with their families were emptied, and a few people simply moved to a yard and really started to clean up.

There is no change of seasons on Qinglong Island, and the time flies by, and people in it will often be in a trance. If you don't pay attention, you don't know how many springs and autumns have passed outside.

In the past five years, Yan Zhengming and Cheng Qian discussed several times, and finally completely restored and copied the Fuyao wooden sword, and passed it on to Li Yun, who in turn passed it on to Han Yuan.

I don't know whether it's "learning is worse than teaching", or Yan Zhengming's mood changed a few times, and he finally settled down. He spent eight years on Fuyao Mountain before he learned less than three styles of swordsmanship, and finally mastered them on Qinglong Island.

Puddle has also grown from a babbling toddler to a little girl, probably because she encountered a catastrophe before she broke her shell. I don't know who the temper of this girl is, and she is very calm.Ever since she was able to speak, Shui Keng has never cried again. Whenever she encounters anything, she will stick her tongue out and argue with her seniors without rushing. The trick has been tried and tested repeatedly, as long as she can annoy a certain senior brother, she can always achieve her wish in the end.

In this regard, her seniors discussed the mysterious bloodline of the Demon Empress several times in private, and they all agreed that the Demon Empress might have been transformed from a starling, otherwise how could she lay such a loud egg?

Cheng Qian returned to the courtyard with the black awning grass that grew like a dead branch. As soon as he stood still at the gate of the courtyard, his face distorted involuntarily - when he was on the tree, he was killed by Zhang Dasen and his group. The one holding the subduing magic pestle in Lina twitched on his back, and didn't bother to dodge it at that time. I'm afraid that a "centipede green" was left on his back at this time, and it would hurt a lot if he pulled it a little.

Cheng Qian wanted to look back, but when he twisted his neck, his back seemed to be broken in two. He could only secretly rejoice that the clothes he was wearing that day were dark in color and could still cover up.

After adjusting his posture with difficulty, Cheng Qian entered the courtyard door a little stiffly.

I saw Xiaoshuikeng standing in the yard with a sad face. Someone carved a circle of charms on the ground under her feet, enclosing her as a prison. The dense and unremarkable spells were probably written by the elder brother ——It can also be seen from the matter of teaching mentors and sisters that the senior brother in charge is a good hand in "treating others more strictly and being more lenient than himself".

Hanging around the neck of the puddle is a volume of spells, which is the "Qing Jing Sutra" that made her senior brothers want to die.

"Senior brother three!" Seeing Cheng Qian, the water pit hurriedly shouted as if seeing a savior, "Senior brother three, help!"

Cheng Qian glanced at her, walked over and asked, "Is your second senior brother in the room?"

The puddle was full of expectations, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, second senior brother..."

Li Yun's voice came from a room not far away; "Why did you come back so late, what did you do?"

Cheng Qian responded, ignored the puddle, turned around and walked into the house.

Puddle shouted behind him with a crying voice: "Hey! Third senior brother, don't go, let me out, I have to go to the toilet, I have to pee my pants!"

She has used this trick many times, and her seniors have long since given up on it. Cheng Qian shook his head, only to see a window open not far away, and Li Yun popped up, and ruthlessly rejected the puddle, saying: "Piss Come on, wash yourself after peeing."

The puddle was about to cry, "No! Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, I'm still young, so I don't want to recite these scriptures! You can't treat me like this, Master will be very sad if he sees it!"

Cheng Qian couldn't turn his head back, so he turned his whole body around in a mobilizing manner, smiled at her, and coaxed softly, "Young junior sister who doesn't know, that's how Master treated us back then."

Puddle: "..."

Cheng Qian ignored the howling junior sister, went straight into Li Yun's room, closed the door with his hand back, blocked the sound from the outside, turned his face and changed his position, begging: "She is only six or seven years old, why are you so restrained?" Her? The spell was done by the empress, right? Master never locked him in the preaching hall."

Li Yun's room was full of tattered papers and books, and spiritual grass spells were scattered everywhere. Hearing this, he popped up from the pile of junk and said, "Didn't you find it? My sect has no beginners." It's a martial art, but it's not slower than anyone else in drawing qi into the body, you think, back then, the big brother knew how to eat, drink and play every day, and it only took three or four years to get started smoothly, why?"

Cheng Qian: "It can't be those scriptures, can it?"

"Don't tell me," Li Yun turned out a meridian map from a corner, and saw that it was full of notes circled on it, and Cheng Qian's head grew twice, Li Yun said, "I found out in the past two days , there may be some mysteries in Master's set of Qingjing Sutras."

It was only then that Cheng Qian realized that he had been so disrespectful to the "Qing Jing Sutra with Hidden Mysteries" for many years, so he hurriedly asked, "What mystery?"

"Then I don't know yet," Li Yun said irresponsibly, "They are all things accumulated by the sect for thousands of years. How can it be so easy to decipher? I will let Shui Keng Nian try it first."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He glanced out through the crack of the window, and saw that the puddle that had been "tried" was squatting dejectedly in the spell circle, pouting and flipping through her handwritten scriptures, how pitiful she looked. .

Cheng Qian sighed: "Okay, anyway, it's not a day or two for you to 'try' us, and you won't lose your fast meat if you read the scriptures a few more times, but... how about her evil spirit?"

Li Yun scratched her hair irritably: "I was about to tell you about this, but now she is getting bigger and bigger, and the spell is probably going to be overwhelmed. If I want to make a pill, I still need a taste of 'Wupengcao'." ’, after searching for a year, I still can’t find it, it’s really impossible... I can only find a way to find someone from outside the island.”

Cheng Qian gave him a smile when he heard the words.

Li Yunqi said: "What?"

Cheng Qian reached into his arms, took out a small paper bag, and put it on the corner of the table, revealing a corner of the black awning grass that looked like a dead branch.

Li Yun's eyes fell on the paper bag, and he was taken aback. He grabbed the black awning grass in his hand and said in a loud voice: "Where did you get it? This thing is equipped with Qi-entraining pills." If the main ingredient is available on the island, someone will definitely be watching it as soon as it sprouts... Wait."

"Well, I snatched it," Cheng Qian waved his hand, "Don't ask, as long as it works, I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he raised his foot and was about to leave. Li Yun suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, and Cheng Qian suddenly groaned, and was almost slapped down by him.

Li Yun was devastated: "Wait! What's going on?"

As Cheng Qian got older, his "problems" in this area became more and more obvious. When he heard something, he didn't discuss it with others, and he did it in private after two days, causing him to be injured twice in three days. They just came secretly to ask for medicine, asked him nothing, and often asked Han Yuan to come back with a few words, so that Yan Zhengming and the others could deduce from the clues why he fought with whom again.

"It's nothing... hiss." Cheng Qian reluctantly moved his shoulders to show Li Yun, "Maybe it's a stiff neck in the morning, and I was rubbed with a stick again, don't tell the empress, lest he will bother me again..."

There is a saying that you can't talk about people during the day, and you can't talk about ghosts in the afternoon.Cheng Qian's voice fell, and the curtain of the back room moved slightly, and Yan Zhengming was seen holding a book, and Yushu walked out in a calm manner.

Yan Zhengming looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

Cheng Qian: "Cough... big brother."

Fortunately, Yan Zhengming didn't seem to intend to pursue it for a while. He put down the old book in hand, turned to Li Yun and said, "You just mentioned it - I really want to go back to Fuyao Mountain recently. I have some experience recently and I want to go back. Look through the classics to verify, although the things in the scripture building are messy, I can always find clues with the things I sent in the same line, besides..."

He frowned slightly and said: "Last year, I saw Xiaoyue'er and the others getting older, so I sent them all back. I asked them to pass on letters from home, but I haven't heard back yet. It stands to reason that on Qinglong Island I can’t help but write letters, there is no news of them going away, I don’t know if something happened, I also want to go home and have a look.”

"I'm afraid you can't leave the island at will after entering the lecture hall." Li Yun pondered, "Why don't you let Xueqing Zheshi and the others run your errands for you? I heard that Xueqing was angry a few days ago? What about the scripture building Should you be able to go in?"

"The Jinglou is not something that anyone with a sense of spirit can push open. At that time, Tongqin and I were teaching the master hand in hand in front of the door." Yan Zhengming shook his head, "Forget it, I don't rush to sort out the exercises at this time. , I will have time to go back in the future, I will ask Xueqing to send me a letter from my family first, and then go back to Fuyao Mountain to have a look."

Listening to the two of them discussing this matter, Cheng Qian was about to sneak away quietly, but when he reached the door, Han Yuan suddenly rushed in recklessly, almost slapping the door panel on his face.

"Oh little Qian, what are you doing!" He exposed Cheng Qian's whereabouts in a hurry, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Brother, two big things!"

Yan Zhengming took a gouged look at Cheng Qian, frowned and took a step back, raised his hand slightly and raised his head, saying: "Speak slowly, the saliva is sprayed on my face."

Han Yuan smiled "hehe" indifferently, and said, "Zhang Heitan was hacked by someone, his face is swollen like a steamed bun, and his neck can't be seen."

Yan Zhengming and Li Yun's eyes focused on Cheng Qian in unison, and Cheng Qian had no choice but to cough dryly, pretending to turn his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Han Yuan continued: "Also, there is a big ship coming to the pier. I took a special look to see it. I heard that the little boy surnamed Zhou has returned."

Zhou Hanzheng?

Cheng Qian finally couldn't care less about slipping out, and stood silently by the door, his fingers resting on the wooden sword involuntarily.

"The last time he came back was when the lecture hall was in session. This time I guess there will be some big event on the island." Han Yuan said firmly, "What do you think will happen?"

Every time he reported something, he looked like a storyteller. None of the three senior brothers paid attention to him, so Han Yuan could only sneer, and explained to himself: "I heard that there will be a competition in the lecture hall, and the winner will be admitted to Qinglong." Island disciples are practicing in the inner hall."