Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian has no shortage of swords—the Fuyao faction has a wealthy head, and if he has nothing, he has money left. It's no problem to throw away a sword after using it up.It's just that Cheng Qian has been on Qinglong Island, and he only encounters Zhang Dasen and his ilk on weekdays. He intends to hone his sword skills, and he hasn't replaced the wooden sword so far.

A sword is not new, but this one is different, Cheng Qian can tell at a glance.

He didn't need to think about it, he knew that it was definitely not given by Yan Zhengming. Firstly, this ordinary, even a bit old scabbard didn't meet the taste of their senior brothers. Good things will never be so sneaky, but if Yan Zhengming has something good to give away, he will show it off to his brothers with great fanfare, and then hold a hair combing competition or something to make everyone go around. Who will wait for the uncle to be happy? Only to whom.

Take a closer look, the hilt and body of this sword are engraved with intricate charms, which are astonishingly complicated, one ring after another, with Cheng Qian's eyesight of reading all kinds of books on Qinglong Island, he couldn't fully understand all of them for a while. some spells.

He raised his finger, tentatively trying to touch the blade, but stopped before touching it—just when his finger was less than half an inch away from the blade, Cheng Qian suddenly felt something indescribable. a feeling of.

It was a coldness with the smell of iron, looming around the sword body, as if the sword itself was alive.

Cheng Qian was puzzled at first, and then he suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, there are hidden symbols around this sword!

You must know that the dark talisman is the essence of the spell, and it must be made by someone who is born in the world. The only person Cheng Qian has ever seen who can carve the dark talisman is his ancestor, Bei Mingjun of the sect of all demons.

And if you talk about it in detail, even the dark talisman of Bei Mingjun is not pure, because the carrier is very special, it is his own soul. It is not so much a powerful talisman, but it is actually more like a method of demonic soul cultivation. Not very popular.

There are quite a few people in the world who understand spells, and there are also many masters of weapon refining, but how many people can add hidden charms around the sword?

Cheng Qian can almost imagine that once this thing is born, it must be a famous sword that everyone can't dream of.But he searched carefully on the sword body, but couldn't find the sword inscription.

At this moment, Cheng Qian found that a corner of the note was exposed under the tea tray on the table. The side of the note was soaked by something. He dipped a bit of it, sniffed it under his nose, and couldn't help but feel even more confused—— It was a pool of blood.

The blood-stained note read: "The 'Frost Blade' returns to its original owner, and must not be used without authorization, remember."

Whether it was "Frost Blade" or "Return to the original owner", Cheng Qian was puzzled. He checked his room carefully from the inside to the outside, and finally found another streak of blood in the corner near the window.

The person who left the sword must have gone through the back window, and the puddle has been playing in the front yard, so it is normal that he was not disturbed.

Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, considering whether he should tell Yan Zhengming about this matter, but he hesitated a few times and stretched out his hand to push the door, but then withdrew again—he felt that the person who left the sword might not have good intentions. Things don't look like anything good either.

Cheng Qian has always had the temperament of reporting good news but not bad news. After thinking for a while, he decided not to disturb the others, opened the window, jumped out, and quietly chased in the direction of the bloodstain alone.

He also wiped lightly on his eyes with his fingers, and poured his true energy into them. Suddenly, the mountains, rivers and rivers in front of him came alive, and Cheng Qian could see the bloodstains hidden everywhere at a glance.

I don't know who the injured person is. It doesn't look fatal, and he is still full of energy. He ran for half of Qinglong Island. It wasn't until Cheng Qian chased him near a rock by the sea that he found that the blood was broken.

Cheng Qian said: "Could it be that he jumped into the sea?"

He was looking down at the beach, when suddenly, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart for no reason.

I don't know if this intuition is due to qi training or from frequent fights. Cheng Qian trusts it very much. He quickly restrained his breath and hid himself in a place where he carried his back.

The timing of this hiding was very small, almost at the next moment, several masked men descended from the sky and looked around.

Cheng Qian glanced at it, and his pupils shrank, for no other reason - these people came down with the sword.

He didn't know if Yan Zhengming had touched Yujian's edge now, anyway, he was not good enough by himself, not to mention that the opponent's cultivation level was higher than his, and there were more than ten people.

You don't need to guess where these people are from. Seeing them walking around masked in the middle of the night, you know that what they are doing is definitely not an open and aboveboard thing.

Cheng Qian didn't have time to think about it carefully. The next moment, a masked man blew a long whistle, and a big strange-shaped bird in the air immediately fell down. The bird was as tall as a person, and its wings were wider than the water hole The pair of big wings are a bit bigger, and they glide down like a blue sky on their backs.

Cheng Qian's back has started to break out in a cold sweat - he has a senior brother like Li Yun who is very knowledgeable, and he has heard a lot of anecdotes from him, and knows that this bird is called "Living Bird", which can be used to Come to detect the breath of strangers, because it can fly, it is much easier to use than spirit dogs.

The living bird was very keen, and he had seen Cheng Qian probably a long time ago, and the first thing he did after receiving the order was to yell in the direction where he was hiding.

No matter how good your body skills are, you can't beat the skill of controlling the sword. In desperation, Cheng Qian quickly pulled out a few small bottles from his waist, took out a few small bottles, sniffed them carelessly, then picked up one and sprinkled it on his body Li Yun made those things for them to play with. Cheng Qian couldn't explain exactly what they were used for, but he only vaguely remembered that there was one who could hide his body.

"Try your luck." He thought, and immediately, Cheng Qian felt as if his whole body was frozen, and his body was so numb that he couldn't move.

He felt bitter for a while, feeling that thanks to his second senior brother, he might have to explain it here.

The living bird and the masked man quickly ran towards Cheng Qian who couldn't move for a while, but the next moment, they passed him by without seeing him.

Could it be that he did get the potion for invisibility, but it has side effects and can't move?

And after his eyes could turn a little with difficulty, Cheng Qian realized that he hadn't disappeared, but just turned into a stone.

Although Li Yun's unknown fossil water saved his life, it also kept Cheng Qian in place for a whole night. Those masked people came and went, and they didn't leave until almost dawn.

Before leaving, the leader looked around aimlessly, and Cheng Qian saw his eyes clearly. For a moment, he felt that this person was a little familiar, at least he seemed to have seen those eyes somewhere.

By the time Cheng Qian was able to move again, the sky was already approaching.

Wrapped in sea breeze, he returned to the residence with his body stiff as hands and feet, just as Li Yun pushed the door out.

Li Yun's face was haggard, apparently he had been busy all night, but he was still in good spirits. He was covered with a veil, and the room behind him seemed to have just caught fire. out.

Li Yun raised his head weakly, and said to the puddle riding on the wall to catch bugs: "Junior sister, catch it."

After speaking, he took out a pill and flicked it towards the puddle on the wall.

That puddle can always reveal a bit of inhuman birdiness inadvertently - for example, she is far more intelligent than ordinary children, and she is especially good at catching things passing by quickly.Hearing this, she didn't stretch out her hand, and immediately stretched her neck in a calm manner, opened her mouth to "owwow", and took the pill in her mouth with incomparable precision.

She licked the elixir, tasted the sweetness, and ate it like a jelly bean.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Even though she knew that what Li Yun threw to her was a elixir to suppress the evil spirit, seeing this situation, she still felt a little delicate.

The little junior sister's training is so well-trained that he is amazed... except that she is not trained to look like a human being.

Seeing that she had finished eating, Li Yun let go of a preoccupation and smiled subconsciously, yawned, and went back to the house.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, and he stopped him and said, "Wait, second senior brother, let me ask you something."

Li Yun: "What?"

Cheng Qian: "Do you know the 'Frost Blade' sword?"

Li Yun's footsteps stopped, and he said strangely: "Frost blade? What do you ask it for?"

"I saw a legend by chance," Cheng Qian said insincerely, "So you know it?"

Li Yun frowned: "I have heard a little bit - it is said that there is no sword inscription on this sword, because the sword body is extremely cold, sees the blood congeals frost, and falls into the real fire of Samadhi, so it is not red or hot, so someone named it It is called 'Frost Blade', and I heard that besides this, it also has another nickname, which is 'Undead Sword'."

...what a good name.

Li Jun continued: "I think back then, this frost-edged sword was born out of nowhere because it cut three big demons in a row. In three to five years, that senior fell into the hands of a great demon together with the Renzai sword. Since then, countless souls have died under the frost blade of the sword. When it became the number one magic sword in the world, 30 years later, the sect of the myriad demons of that generation was betrayed by a disciple and died under the sword. , slaughtered more than a hundred demon cultivators, big and small, and this sword fell into the hands of a powerful righteous man, and after going around, it became a sharp weapon for defending the way again. Everyone thought the dust had settled, but guess what?"

Cheng Qian was taken aback when he heard that, and asked, "Why?"

Li Yun said with a smile: "130 and four years later, because of the accidental fall of the Daoist companion, the powerful man died of pain, and killed himself with a frost blade sword. s things?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, but went back to his room full of thoughts.

However, even if it is ominous, to the sword wielder, this frost blade is still what a peerless beauty is to a pervert, a rare treasure is to a money lover, and a lonely ancient scroll is to a bookworm. Its charm is almost irresistible.

Cheng Qian picked it up and put it down several times, and finally used all his willpower to lock the famous sword of unknown origin into the cabinet. ", wishing he could be rescued the next moment, always by his side.

But there are many strange things about this matter, Cheng Qian can't figure out who would sneak into his house, and leave behind such a peerless sword, he had already acted rashly after chasing it out the day before, before everything is clear, Cheng Qian didn't intend to do it rashly What decision.

Because of the big competition, the entire Qinglong Island was in a mess, and even Zhang Dasen and the others had no time to trouble Cheng Qian. Half a month later, the huge list was engraved on a big stone on the hillside of the lecture hall. Today, the order of the first round of battles has been decided.

That day the island was really crowded with people, and I saw that the powerful people who usually see each other all stood in two rows and wore the same clothes.

It can be said that people rely on clothes, and the white clothes fluttering in this water, even Tang Wanqiu looks a little more human - I saw that the Dharma protectors on the left and right of the lecture hall were standing on one side, but there seemed to be a Chu River and the Han Dynasty in the middle , no one pays attention to anyone.

Maybe it was because the clothes were too white, but it made Tang Wanqiu's face look pale. Cheng Qian glanced at her, and felt that she seemed even more unhappy than usual.

He looked again, Zhou Hanzheng didn't seem too happy, he saw a mask-like smile on his face, but he didn't open the Thinking Fan in his hand.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, he suddenly thought of the masked man's eyes that made him feel a little familiar, so they looked like Zhou Hanzheng!

But before he had time to think about it, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, followed by deafening cheers. Cheng Qian didn't understand it at first, so when he looked again, all the powerful people on the stage stood up, and someone shouted: "Island owner! The Lord Himself has come!"

Among the few of them, only Yan Zhengming had seen the master of Qinglong Island. For a while, even Cheng Qian couldn't help being a little curious. Walking through the crowd, everyone looked like a fairy boy, filing in from the crowd, and came to the center of the ring, silently lined up on both sides.

When the team came to the end, the true face of Qinglong Island Master was revealed.

The island owner is a tall and tall man. According to the standards of ordinary men, this man is only in his early thirties, with a handsome appearance, wearing a sky-blue robe, long hair hanging behind him, and no vertical crown. Holding a green dragon stick, which is a little taller than his whole body.

The island owner didn't look up very much when he walked, and his steps were not too big. He walked with an indescribably weak bookishness until he reached the middle of the big ring. Then he raised his head slightly, and his eyes slowly scanned the audience. He deliberately stopped on Yan Zhengming for a moment.

This island owner who is ranked among the Four Saints is not only not majestic at all, but there is also a kind of indescribable sadness in his brows, like a scholar who is so poor that he has no food. Sao put it back, nodded lightly to the left and right guardians of the lecture hall, and took the main seat.

For these years, the owner of Qinglong Island seemed to have never existed, and he never showed his face. The crowd immediately boiled, but Yan Zhengming frowned secretly: "It's strange."

Which is the only strange thing?

Cheng Qian glanced at him, and heard Yan Zhengming whisper inaudibly: "Isn't the island owner always in seclusion, and he doesn't even show up when the fairy market opens? He came out to do a competition between casual cultivators and disciples. What?"

No one answered him——Han Yuan, who was inquiring, went somewhere.

Qinglong Island was so lively that people were a little panic-stricken. Of course, Han Yuan couldn't miss it. He ran to the list early and looked at the list repeatedly. Speaking of which, this kid should also be beaten. Let him recite some books, and he can get his. Fate, these useless things can be remembered with a photographic memory. After looking at them, he still has to listen to the six ways and see all directions, and listen to the comments of all the gossips from beginning to end.

Hearing what those gossiping people said, Zhang Dasen was faintly respected in casual cultivators. Han Yuan was very unconvinced when he heard this, and thought: "My little senior brother just doesn't like to show his face, and Zhang Dasen was cut off by him in private. It's been reduced to slag, and he has no face to say it. These things have eyes but don't know Mount Tai.

Suddenly, another person said: "Zhang Dasen? Sigh... I'll put it in a bad way, but he's really nothing."

Han Yuan suddenly felt that he had met his bosom friend, and quickly stretched his neck to look at the speaker.

Everyone hurriedly asked "how to say", only to see that the well-informed person caught everyone's attention, and then he said calmly: "Look, isn't there ten rings? Ten winners will be determined respectively, and after that Those of us who are the winners of the casual practice in the lecture hall are eligible to enter the real Qinglong Island competition, and compete with the inner hall disciples of Qinglong Island."

Han Yuan was taken aback.

The man said again: "Think about it again, the big guy has been on this island for more than five years. Except for a few errands, have you ever met those inner disciples?"

Everyone shook their heads, Han Yuan squeezed to the front like a loach, and said at the top of his voice, "Brother, don't be fooled!"

The man let out a "hey", shook his head and said, "The resources and aptitude of the inner disciples are not comparable to mine, not to mention that I heard that some disciples with good aptitude will not come out after retreating in the mountains for ten or eight years. Working hard and studying hard, that Zhang Daoyou Zhang Dao is at best the best among us, when he meets the real...hehe."

When he said this, he acted in an inscrutable manner, shook his head and waved his hands, and fell silent.

Han Yuan rolled his eyes, turned and ran away.