Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian was not interested in hearing this. He has always been not interested in such boring things as competing with others, because it is unnecessary.

As he grows older, his lonely and self-proclaimed heart has become more and more steadfast through self-doubt. Now, in Cheng Qian's eyes, there are only two kinds of peers in the world, one is not as good as him now One is not as good as him in the future.

Cheng Qian's back began to hurt badly, so he didn't want to stay any longer, and simply confessed: "I'm fine, I'll go first."

"Slow down, your business is not over yet, stand for me," Yan Zhengming said, and then he turned to Han Yuan, "Have you finished your homework for the [-] sticks of spells every day?"

Han Yuan: "..."

Seeing this, Yan Zhengming raised an eyebrow on one side: "What does the big comparison have to do with you? Hurry up!"

Han Yuan stuck out his tongue disheartenedly, and immediately dared not speak.

Their head is not what it used to be - he has changed from a stinky hot pepper like a joke to a stinky hot pepper with a lot of prestige.

Five years ago, the head of Yan, who was humiliated on the high platform of the lecture hall, almost resisted all opinions and made a decision that was incomprehensible to everyone - he insisted on introducing the Fuyao sect to chanting scriptures and engraving spells. If the tradition of qi is preserved, even if they have no choice but to start cultivating true energy with everyone, they still have to spend extra time to complete these two homework.

Regarding this, Yan Zhengming half-mockingly explained his reasons: "When I grow up to this age, except for a face given by my father and mother, there is nothing in my whole body that can be praised. What qualifications do I have?" Rushed to change my sect's millennium heritage? Besides, even if the sect's tradition is unreasonable, it is still left by the master."

The last sentence moved Cheng Qian, causing the only person who would challenge the head of the house to defect.

Li Yun has always had an opinion but no position, and he is convinced as soon as he says it. As for Han Yuan, he doesn't even have an opinion, so this matter is decided like this.

And five years have proved that Yan Zhengming's seemingly absurd decision was actually right.

After introducing the qi into the body, the condensing of the true essence is not a smooth sailing. Stepping into the fairy gate with one foot, there will be a bottleneck every three years, and every time it is like going through a small calamity. If you don't enter the country, you will go crazy.

Ordinary people who embark on the long road of cultivation have to go through the big waves washing the sand over and over again.

Back then, Master Mu Chun never urged his disciples to condense their true energy. If he hadn’t died unexpectedly, the disciples’ boring spells and scriptures would have continued for many years in Fuyao Mountain’s Daoist Hall. This process was long and boring. , and no results can be seen, but with the efforts of day after day, the meridians will be significantly broadened and strengthened through repeated washing.

As the saying goes, "sharpening a knife does not cut firewood by mistake".

In this way, when you really start to condense your true essence according to the ancient method like others, not to mention the rapid progress, at least the entry is much faster than others, and even the bottleneck is relatively smoother.

It's a pity that the dry firewood is in front of us. Is there anyone in the world who is willing to sharpen this knife for years?

After training Han Yuan, Yan Zhengming waved to Cheng Qian, signaling him to follow, and walked out first.

When the puddle that was squatting in the middle of the yard saw him coming out, it immediately seemed to be looking for a savior, and looked at Yan Zhengming eagerly, like a bird that has been in a cage for a long time.

Every time Yan Zhengming saw her, he felt that he saw himself many years ago, and he felt an internal injury of "not raising a child without knowing the kindness of his parents".He flicked out a powerful force with his fingers, and hit the talisman at the foot of the puddle impartially, tearing a hole in the seamless circle of talisman, the true energy inside was released immediately, and a small whirlwind blew up on the spot.

The puddle was liberated, and he sat down on the ground, began to play the wild tune that he didn't know where he learned, shook his head on the spot and howled: "My mother, hey, hey, hey - I'm so exhausted."

Yan Zhengming paused when he heard the footsteps. Seeing that the puddle was in a bad situation, he quickly jumped up from the ground, rubbed his face with his dirty hands that had just slapped his butt, and said slovenly, "Hey, thank you, big brother."

Seeing what she did, Yan Zhengming's eyes twitched, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and walked away, saying to Cheng Qian, "If she dares to grow like Tang Wanqiu in the future, I will kill her no matter what I say." Expelled from the division."

"No," Cheng Qian comforted, "After all, she is the daughter of the demon queen. I heard that the products of green hats are generally not too ugly."

Head Yan: "..."

He didn't feel any better.

Yan Zhengming went to push open the door of his room, raised his chin to Cheng Qian with a cold face, and signaled him to enter the room. Cheng Qian dawdled for a while at the door—even though the smell of incense in Yan Zhengming's room was still there after Xiaoyue'er left. The road had faded a lot, but when the door was pushed open, Cheng Qian still sneezed as usual.

He rubbed his nose at the ever-blossoming flowering branch fixed by a spell between the table and case, admired for a while the elegance of the elder brother who was deeply ingrained in his bones, and sighed secretly, feeling that he might not be able to get along .

Zheshi stood up and said, "Master."

"It's none of your business, go." Yan Zhengming said, "After the lecture hall is over tomorrow, ask Xueqing to come to my place, and entrust him with some things."

Zheshi went out in response, Yan Zhengming closed the door with his arms back, folded his arms in front of his chest, leaned his back against the door, and said to Cheng Qian, "Take off your clothes."

Cheng Qian: "..."

"Hurry up," Yan Zhengming said expressionlessly, "are you waiting for me to pick it up?"

Cheng Qian: "I didn't..."

When Yan Zhengming saw that he was toasting and refused to eat fine wine, he immediately kept his promise and stepped forward, intending to "rectify him on the spot".

Seeing that he was determined to investigate, Cheng Qian had no choice but to undress reluctantly, while deliberately disgusting Yan Zhengming said: "Brother, I haven't showered for three days, so I'm not afraid of dirtying your eyes?"

Yan Zhengming remained silent for a rare time. He stretched out his hand and pulled off Cheng Qian's robe that was clumsily hanging on his body. He saw a bruise on Cheng Qian's back that almost stretched from his left shoulder to his right waist. It was so purple that it had turned black, and the traces of ruptured blood vessels spread like spider webs around it, which looked very shocking on the young man's pale back.

In addition, there are many deep and shallow scars on Cheng Qian's body, some of which are darker in color, and some of which are so light that they are about to fade away—although the introduction of qi into the body does not mean that he will be able to escape from the body, but after entering the air door, cutting bones After washing the marrow, the body is not as easy to get dirt like ordinary people, and the wounds will hardly leave scars, unless they have not had time to clean up.

Yan Zhengming only glanced at it, and immediately looked away unbearably. His chest seemed to have been severely hit by someone, and his heart ached so much that he was about to grab it, and even his back was aching.

He felt a burst of unreasonable anger towards Cheng Qian, and his chest heaved violently several times before he managed to suppress it.

"Go lie down on the bed," Yan Zhengming said. After holding back for a long time, he still couldn't hold back, and added in a hateful voice, "If you were two years younger, I would beat you so hard that you wouldn't even recognize your master when he came, you bastard."

Cheng Qian tried to turn his neck a few times by himself, but he couldn't turn it over, so he got down on the ground and asked the senior brother to give him medicine, and at the same time he found a reason for himself: "Are there bruises, are they all big ones? Yes, it's actually nothing... ah!"

"Nothing?" Yan Zhengming's voice cooled down.

Cheng Qian didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so he buried his face in the quilt and concentrated on enduring the pain.

The Jiangmo pestle naturally carried the evil spirit of Tiangang. If the person who used the Jiangmo pestle had two swords and could not exert one-tenth of its power, that thing could smash Cheng Qian's internal organs through the back.

Yan Zhengming's cursing words had flowed to his lips, but when he came out, he still couldn't say anything.After so much, Yan Zhengming's missing heart and lungs in the first ten years finally grew back belatedly.

Yan Zhengming, who is now full of viscera, knows how Cheng Qian's large and small wounds came about.

In retrospect, the momentary hatred and anger were not enough to support him for so many years. Yan Zhengming had to admit that it was his youngest junior who forced him to go this far.

Cheng Qian never criticized him, the senior brother in charge, for anything, and his attitude was consistent from the beginning to the end - if you can do it, you can do it, if you can't, I will do it for you.

Every wound on Cheng Qian's body was a slap in the face to Yan Zhengming, and he dared not stop for a moment.

In the most difficult time, Yan Zhengming could not close his eyes all night long, and his junior was always in his nightmares.

Yan Zhengming's quilt smelled of calming incense, which was warm and could penetrate into all limbs and bones. Cheng Qian had been waiting for the opportunity by the Wupeng grass for the past few days. I don't want to move for a long time.

Yan Zhengming finished taking the medicine, looked at the boy's thinner waistline, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "The head seal is hanging on my neck, even without me, there is still Li Yun—even Han Yuan is older than you Big, you are like a puddle, you don’t think about anything every day, don’t you understand anything? Why are you so stubborn in everything? Where do you put the seniors?”

But he could say these words to anyone, but he couldn't say them to Cheng Qian's tired and relaxed face.

Because of these years of being dependent on each other, Yan Zhengming even said "thank you" to him, let alone such a long speech.

The mood went up and down several times, and finally, Yan Zhengming just insisted forcefully: "Zhou Han is coming back, but he won't stay for long, no matter what, you should bear with it and keep your head down, do you hear me?"

Cheng Qian replied drowsily, apparently being ignored.

Yan Zhengming looked down and found that the little bastard's eyes were closed. Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time. There was a circle of light blue and black under his eyes, and even the childishness that hadn't had time to fade away was covered. The tiredness faded away.

Yan Zhengming sighed, put away the wound medicine, and kept quiet, lightly spread Cheng Qian's bun, pulled up his clothes, and pulled a thin quilt to cover him, Stand aside and meditate.

But after sitting for a while, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help it anymore. He felt that he couldn't settle down without asking this key question, so he decisively pushed Cheng Qian: "Hey, have you really not bathed for three days?"

Cheng Qian gave him a murderous look on the back of his head.

Today, Yan Zhengming has long since lost the impetuous mood of the past, and it is commonplace to replace sleep with meditation.But before dawn, he was suddenly disturbed and opened his eyes halfway.

It was night, and Cheng Qian had already left at some point—since the day Yan Zhengming met Cheng Qian, he hadn't slept until dawn, and there was still warmth in the quilt.

Yan Zhengming sat quietly for a while, contemplating carefully, and didn't find any bottlenecks in himself, but he couldn't calm down... It was as if something was about to happen.

He turned on the lamp with a wave of his hand, paced back and forth in the room several times, and took out three copper coins from under the lampshade.

Yan Zhengming didn't understand the way of divination. He had seen his master do this before, but whenever he asked, the master refused to teach him, and only said: "For those who know before, the brilliance of the way is the beginning of the foolishness. This is the heresy. You don't need to know more about the side door."

Is something big going to happen on Qinglong Island?

The three copper coins were flying up and down under his dexterous fingertips. Yan Zhengming played with them for a while, let his thoughts go, and then sat down and began to silently recite the Jingjing Sutra.

Sure enough, Zhou Han is a loser, and nothing good will happen once he comes back.

Han Yuan's news could stand the test. The next day, the Dabi's news was announced in the lecture hall. The left protector who never saw the end of the scripture hall, and the right protector who always had a debt-collecting face were all together, announcing that all Anyone who draws energy into the body must participate. Those who don't want to fight with others can voluntarily abstain and admit defeat, otherwise they will have to play. The winner can enter the inner hall to read classics and listen to inner hall disciples preaching and teaching without having to worship under the master of Qinglong Island .

The above endlessly talked about the rules, while Cheng Qian carved a palm-sized wooden sign below with a carving knife without looking up.

Yan Zhengming glanced at it, and explained to Han Yuan next to him, "That's called the 'Puppet Talisman'. It can be worn on the body and can protect people from disasters. It is one of the seven famous Talismans in Ming Talisman. There are a total of one hundred and ten talismans." Eight knives, knives and knives, one stroke can't be broken, one stroke can't be wrong... You see, if it is a little bit off, it will be useless."

Cheng Qian's knife tip was pinned by something, and the aura suddenly poured out. Han Yuan, who was sitting next to him, felt a cold and damp breath rushing towards his face, and then disappeared in the air. He widened his eyes in amazement.

Yan Zhengming leaned lazily to one side, patted Cheng Qian's shoulder, and said with emotion: "It's only been six or seven years since you've been entraining the air into your body, yet you dare to touch the seven talismans—you're so aggressive, copper coins."

Cheng Qian put aside the discarded wooden signs and carving knives, and sat upright to adjust his breath.

Yan Zhengming then said to Han Yuan: "I made a mistake with the knife. Sometimes it's because I'm not proficient, and sometimes it's because I have no strength... Your third senior brother just has no strength. Little copper coin, why did you think of engraving this?"

Cheng Qian said perfunctorily, "It's just a try."

Soon, Yan Zhengming knew why he gave it a try.

When everyone was discussing the Qinglong Island Competition with great interest, Yan Zhengming sent Xue Qing to the Qinglong Island Ferry.

"Try to go as fast as you can," Yan Zhengming said, "Go back to Fuyao Mountain first, and then go home to see if there is any shortage on the mountain. Just take it from my case."

Now that Xue Qing has grown into a youthful appearance, she has become more stable, and she wrote down one by one, nodding her head in agreement.

"Okay, you go..."

"Brother Xueqing, wait!"

While speaking, a flying horse flew towards the ground, and before it could stop, Cheng Qian jumped down from above. His description seemed a bit embarrassed. I don't know if it was the sea breeze or what, but he was still a little angry when he landed. blow.

Xue Qing is usually warm and gentle, and doesn't like to talk, but she was very careful and thoughtful in taking care of Cheng Qian when she was a child. Compared with Yan Zhengming, who is often not very plausible, Xue Qing is more like a reliable big brother, and the relationship between the two has always been very good.

Xue Qing looked at him and said with a smile: "I'll be back soon, third uncle should take care of himself."

"Well, I know," Cheng Qian nodded, took out a bag from his arms and handed it to him, "I thought I couldn't catch up, you take this with you, be careful on the road."

Yan Zhengming, who was being basked aside, glanced sideways and asked, "What is rushing all the way to deliver?"

Xue Qing opened the little kit according to her words, and saw a small wooden card inside. When she took it out and looked at it, Yan Zhengming's eyes were straightened—it was actually a formed puppet charm.

Cheng Qian said with some shame: "I'm not strong enough, and I haven't succeeded all the time. After many days, I just managed to become this one. You can take it along with you, but you should be more careful on the road. After all, this thing is from me. If someone has a higher cultivation level than me, it’s just a useless piece of broken wood.”

Xue Qing hurriedly said: "Yes, thank you Third Martial Uncle."

Yan Zhengming felt strangely upset, and thought: "I don't even have it - I have worked hard to raise this little white-eyed wolf so much, and I haven't even cut a whistle for me. I made a puppet charm with painstaking efforts, and I gave it to others first." , It's really unreasonable!"

However, the head of the dignified sect would not want to make unreasonable troubles with Daotong and his younger brother in broad daylight. Yan Zhengming had no choice but to put on a straight face, and only solemnly told Xue Qing to go and come back quickly. After sending him away, he didn't even look at Cheng Qian , turned angrily to leave.

But after walking two steps, he found that Cheng Qian was still looking at the direction of the boat, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Turning around quickly, he seized the opportunity, snorted hard for Cheng Qian to listen to, then turned around and walked away in big strides under the inexplicable eyes of his junior brother.

Cheng Qian hurriedly looked around and found that there was no one else here, so he was humming to himself.

He asked in a daze, "elder brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Zhengming ignored him, and just walked forward blindly. Cheng Qian had no idea what illness he was suffering from again, and wanted to let him stay cool and stay there, but the brother in charge couldn't help him when he lost his temper. Cheng Qian had no choice but to catch up after being reduced to a Taoist boy who combed the hair of the elder brother.

The two chased and walked away, leaving even the Pegasus behind, and went all the way awkwardly to the residence. In the end, Cheng Qian didn't care what the senior brother was doing wrong, and just followed helplessly.

Yan Zhengming slammed the door hard, shutting him out.

Looking at the quiet and bored puddle in the yard, it’s no wonder that usually, when the senior brother and the second senior brother are together, they discuss and discuss, more like a normal adult, and the fourth senior brother is not better than her Wherever I go, I rarely dare to disobey the senior brother, only the third senior brother, who always looks like "I didn't do anything", makes the senior brother so angry that he has no demeanor.

Puddle hummed a little song leisurely and sang: "Yeah, what evil did that little enemy do—"

Cheng Qian went straight over, touched her head, leaned over and drew a circle of charms under her feet, and said softly: "It will disappear by itself after [-] times of recitation, my dear, don't look at it, 'Little Enemy' I can't save you either."

Puddle felt as if he was on fire.

Cheng Qian strolled back to his room. As soon as he opened the door, the smile on his face froze. Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head and glanced at the small courtyard, but there was only one chattering in the courtyard. Outside the puddle of chanting sutras, there is no second person.

Cheng Qian paused, put one hand on the wooden sword at his waist, walked in cautiously, and closed the door - someone had been in his room and left something behind.

It was a sword, not a wooden sword, but a real sword.

The brilliance is contained inside, and it seems to have a spirit.