Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Han Yuan's self-cultivation is sloppy, but he is very confident in his senior brothers. He even heard the voices of Zhang Dasen and others, and he has already confirmed that the master is his senior brother.With a heart full of fear that the world would not be chaotic, he thought: "Why don't I follow the disciples of the inner sect first to find out what's going on with them, so that the senior brothers can target them accordingly."

The disciples of the inner sect who followed the island master were also dressed in white robes, but unlike the elders and guardians, the disciples wore very plain white clothes. When such a group of people gathered together, they looked like a group of people in mourning from a distance. Looking around, Han Yuan followed the trail of the inner disciples without much effort.

The disciples surrounded by the master of Qinglong Island walked silently, I don't know if it is the strict rules of the inner sect or what, I saw that none of them whispered to each other, and all of them had dispassionate indifference on their faces, not even a little bit of joy Feng, they quietly left the crowd, turned their backs on the hustle and bustle, showing a kind of solitude that was almost solitary.

Knowing that the island owner is powerful, Han Yuan didn't dare to get too close, so he climbed to a big tree from a distance, and set up an awning to look at those people.

When the disciples of the inner sect reached halfway up the hillside, they stopped in unison. Several disciples brought up a small shoulder pad and respectfully asked the island owner to sit on it.

No matter how you look at this scene, Han Yuan suddenly thought of the elder brother who "can sit but not stand, and lie down but not sit" on Fuyao Mountain. He had to be carried every time he came to the preaching hall. Kind and funny, he thought to himself: "This island owner is already old, how can he be as virtuous as my senior brother when he was a child?"

At this time, the Qinglong island master seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned around, glanced at Han Yuan's hiding place, and met his furtively prying eyes, Han Yuan almost fell from the tree, feeling guilty for a while. .

The island owner seemed to know who he was, with a smile on his sad face. Even if he laughed, the frown between his eyebrows refused to unfold. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a forced smile. The island owner looked at Han Yuan from a distance. Waving his hand, as if to signal him not to follow, go back quickly.

Several inner disciples stood on both sides indifferently, and when the island owner sat up, they raised their shoulders in unison, and the group of people turned into a white shadow in an instant, and disappeared from Han Yuan's eyes in a blink of an eye.

Han Yuan stunned and pawed at the tree for a while, and was stunned by this hand, suddenly felt a certain awe in his heart, and murmured with self-knowledge: "God, I'm afraid I won't be able to practice like this in my whole life, How many years does this have to be closed?"

Han Yuan lost his voice when he heard a chuckle in his ears. He was startled suddenly, held a few small pine nuts in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Who is laughing at your grandpa?"

There was a soft "snap" from the leaves behind him, and Han Yuan suddenly turned his head, and the pine nuts in his hand sank into the dense bushes without a sound.

Han Yuan poked his head cautiously for a look, but the next moment, his eyes were dark, and he fell straight down from the tree.

When Han Yuanyouyou woke up, the lively crowd on Qinglong Island had dispersed. He felt a tightness in his temples. He looked around in a daze for a moment, but he couldn't remember how he fell asleep under a big tree.

Han Yuan stretched his waist, yawned with all his strength, half of his head was almost opened by the gaping mouth, but he was still dizzy, so he had to get up, and walked back top-heavy, always feeling I seem to have forgotten something.

When Han Yuan returned to the small courtyard where his sect lived, he saw Puddle sitting on the wall, and his second senior brother Li Yun leaning against the door. The two were watching with great interest Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming fighting in the courtyard.

"What are you doing?" Li Yun beckoned to Han Yuan, "Come on, you almost missed the good ones."

It is impossible for the same sword practicers to win each other. Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming each took an old wooden sword with a blunt edge. It looks like a person holding a poor fire stick.His sword moves are not shabby at all, you come and go so quickly that you can hardly see clearly.

In the beginning, neither of the two of them used any strength, let alone other sword techniques. The sword moves they used were all Fuyao wooden swords. With Han Yuan's wrong eye, they had fought for more than ten times.

The deeper Yu Jiandao goes, the more he can feel that this set of wooden swords is truly unique.

The shallow part can be passed on to disciples, and the deep part can be passed on to the disciples, and no one dares to say that he understands it thoroughly throughout his life.

Shui Keng enviously said: "Second senior brother, when can I learn sword?"

Li Yun stared intently at the fight in the arena, and said perfunctorily: "When you are taller than the sword, let your elder brother teach you."

The puddle jumped up from the wall, raised his hands, stretched himself hard, wishing he could grow a room taller immediately, and asked at the same time: "Why did you learn from the senior brother? Why didn't you learn from the third senior brother?"

Li Yun smiled and said: "Your senior brother is a serious swordsman, and he entered the Tao with the sword. Your third senior brother's sword was honed out of fighting. Not to be a rampaging dominatrix."

When he finished speaking, a cold sword qi came out from the field and slashed at his face. Li Yun hurriedly jumped up, followed by jumping onto the wall, and said with a "tsk": " I don’t want anyone to tell me—seeing that there is no little junior sister, his sword move is my swinging wooden sword, but his sword intent is the way of Haichao sword, such a chilly skill, you little girls can’t learn it well, in the future It's easy to get a stomachache."

Puddle was confused and didn't understand the inevitable connection between "practicing sword" and "stomach pain" for a while.

This senior brother was so insignificant that even the head of Mensao Yan couldn't stand it any longer, and warned unbearably: "Li Yun!"

Li Yun laughed wickedly on the top of the wall, and patted the head of the puddle casually.

Li Yun and Yan Zhengming went back and forth, Cheng Qian didn't understand at all as usual, he was even more out of state than the ignorant puddle, but when he heard Li Yun mentioning the Haichao sword, he regained his energy and said on a whim: "Xiao Junior Sister, let me show you what the Haichao Sword is—elder brother, be careful!"

While speaking, Cheng Qian suddenly changed his move. The previous move "Pengcheng Wanli" and the next move "Big Waves Washing the Sand" were seamlessly connected. The coolness brought by the sword wind immediately came, and the courtyard seemed to be swept by raging waves. It fell to the ground, where the sword intent was surging, even the wall was covered with condensed air and fine water droplets, Li Yun had to hold up the hand formula, forming a transparent barrier in mid-air, blocking them from the few spectators. In front of him, in order to prevent the pond fish from being harmed.

Yan Zhengming's hairpin was blown away by Haitao in the sword, and it fell apart immediately, but he didn't panic. The wooden sword overflowed with a peaceful and upright air, but it didn't spread out aggressively like Cheng Qian's, but it was firmly on the ground Wrapped around the whole body and the sword body, it remains motionless as if a sword divides the sea.

Cheng Qian's eyes lit up: "Elder brother, is this already 'concentrated'?"

The so-called "concentration" is to scatter the true energy outside the body and attach it to the sword with the spiritual consciousness. Only when the true energy can be retracted and released freely to the point of "concentration" can the human and sword become one, and even walk with the sword.

Judging from this level, Yan Zhengming may have really reached the point where he can control the sword.

The next moment, the two wooden swords collided in the air. The broken wooden sword couldn't bear the force and broke together immediately. Cheng Qian's sword intent immediately dissipated. He took the half of the wooden sword in his hand and drew a line Arc, said with a smile: "It seems that I have to practice sword for an extra hour every day, or I will be one step behind you."

Cheng Qian didn't laugh very often. As he got older, both crying and laughing gradually disappeared on his face, and he developed a gentleman's air that showed emotions in moderation. At this time, his eyebrows suddenly He turned without haze, but suddenly brought out a bit of rare youthful air.

Cheng Qian's features have been fine since he was a child, and even more so when he was a teenager. If he hadn't been on the cold road of cultivation, he must be a person in the mortal world who tells people to throw melons and fruits and watch people kill the streets.

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved. He instinctively drew half of the wooden sword in an arc in the air, and let the wooden sword guide the clean energy in his body. Immediately, a sword energy overflowed, almost moist. quietly.

The puddle on the top of the wall exclaimed, and saw the sword aura brushing past her skirt, without hurting the soft silk skirt at all, the sword aura landed on a half-dead weed on the top of the wall, Under the eyes of everyone, the weed turned green again on its yellowed leaves. It straightened up tremblingly, and a delicate yellow flower bloomed.

Han Yuan and Shui Keng looked at the little yellow flower in shock, and Han Yuan asked, "Brother, which move is this? It's the first time I've seen a sword move that can still bloom!"

Although Yan Zhengming has become much more stable, but closing the door and facing his family, he still can't change the essence of showing off. After hearing the question, he turned his eyes, and stretched out his hand like crazy, and the dry grass and rot on the wall were filled with At a speed visible to the naked eye, a cluster of juicy wild roses was born, climbing into a frame, covered with flowers of various sizes, correspondingly pink, hanging down from the top of the wall, like a handful of red apricots that have not returned.

Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves contentedly, and said with an inscrutable smile, "This is a move in the fifth form of 'Back to Basics', called 'Blooming Spring with Dead Trees'."

Seeing that he was about to open his screen again, Li Yun had no choice but to help his forehead, while the two younger ones, Shui Keng and Han Yuan, were very aware of Shang's intentions, and quickly held up their stinky feet together, applauding and amazed.

Only Cheng Qian didn't give face to the master, and commented unceremoniously after a glance: "Oh, it turned out to be this trick, no wonder it keeps attacking and defending, I have been puzzled what this chicken rib can do Use it, after a long time of fuss, it’s for putting flowers after beating!”

"A lot of nonsense," Yan Zhengming was still immersed in the realization just now, his tone was much gentler than usual, and he pointed at Cheng Qian, "comb my hair."

Li Yun grabbed the vest of the puddle, took her down from the wall, and said to her: "Before sunset today, if you can recite the Qingjing Sutra ten times, I will show you the opening moves of our swordsmanship." look."

The puddle was so excited when he heard this, the starting move is also a swordsmanship!Sa Yazi hurried all the way to get her chanting booklet.

Those senior brothers of hers all knew what the so-called "starting gesture" was, and they couldn't help but laugh. They didn't know that the junior sister knew that the starting gesture she had been waiting for for a long time was after a period of "living to the gods". Will you cry in anger?

Han Yuan sat at the gate of the courtyard and began to do his daily homework of thirty sticks of wood. Li Yun picked up a scroll to write and draw. He paid the price for his wrong decision - he felt his scalp was numb by this sloppy kid.

The afterglow of the setting sun hangs over the mountains of Qinglong Island, Yan Zhengming half-closed his eyes, and thought to himself: "If we can live like this every day on Fuyao Mountain, the longevity of day after day is indeed 'rivaled by living gods'." up'."

Yan Zhengming suddenly couldn't help thinking about Fuyao Mountain. According to his thinking, he didn't want the sect to be so prominent. There was no need for the daily traffic on Qinglong Island. Pass it on, just go out and not be bullied by others.

At that time, the apprentices will grow up, and they may accept disciples one after another. He can change the master's unknown hall into a special ancestral hall for apprentices to receive precepts and punishments. If any apprentice is mischievous, he will send the most unreasonable copper coins to clean them up. .

Yan Zhengming thought about it, so he said it: "When we go back to Fuyao Mountain in the future, we will also accept apprentices, and we can also hold a martial art competition every year. Whoever loses the apprentice will take the apprentices to brush together. Bowl... hiss, copper coins! Are you trying to rip me bald?"

Cheng Qian was holding a wooden comb in his mouth, and said vaguely: "You should have been bald long ago."

Han Yuan poked the talisman that had been distracted and engraved with a carving knife, and asked briskly: "Little brother, you will be in the first game tomorrow. How do you feel? How long will it take to win?"

Before Cheng Qian could answer, Yan Zhengming said in amazement: "What, the first match tomorrow? Why didn't you tell me about the copper coins earlier? Go to my place and pick up a sword that is in my hand later. A wooden sword goes straight up, do you hear me?"

Cheng Qian responded, still holding a handful of hair in his hand, and asked a little casually: "What do you think, do you need me to win to the end?"

One side of Yan Zhengming's long eyebrows was raised high, and he felt that his junior brother was becoming more and more crazy. Once he said this, he was like a thousand capable people in the world. He was completely ignored by the old man, so he couldn't help it He poked him with words, and said: "Could it be that if I just say it, you can sweep the lecture hall and step on Qinglong Mountain?"

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "It may not be possible to win, but if you feel the need, I will definitely do my best."

Cheng Qian seldom said such words as "do our best". He said these four words with much more weight than others, because he would never be perfunctory, and if he said "do his best", he could really fight to the end in one breath.

Yan Zhengming couldn't describe what it was like for a while, he sighed secretly, no matter how much he felt, he couldn't be too much pain, even Cheng Qian forgave four or five of his hairs by the way.

Yan Zhengming said softly: "Xiao Qian..."

Cheng Qian: "Well, combed."

Li Yun raised his head and took a look, he couldn't hold his breath for a moment, choked on the saliva, coughed to death, Han Yuan had already covered his eyes, couldn't bear to see.

The puddle who had just brought back the scriptures ran over with a "da da da" and encountered the new image of the senior brother in front of her face. She opened her mouth wide open in a daze, and looked up at him with reverence——Cheng Qian's senior brother's head A flower was inserted on both sides, and the arrangement was very symmetrical. It seemed that a pair of colorful ears had grown out. Putting on a purple dress, the elder brother could go out and tell people that the matchmaker had gone to work!

After a while, there was an angry shout in the courtyard: "Cheng! Qian!"

What's so painful about this little beast!What's the use of raising him?

Cheng Qian walked through the yard and plunged into his room, intending to close the door and knock out the senior brother who came to collect the debt, but at this moment, there was a sudden rush of bells and drums in the twilight of Qinglong Island.

The big bell rang again and again, and the drumbeats were so dense that they seemed to hit people's hearts directly.

The smile on Cheng Qian's face paused, and the half-closed door got stuck in the middle: "What happened?"

Li Yun stood up, downcast, frowned and said: "If I remember correctly, the sound of the bell seems to be a warning, and the sound of the drum is to mobilize the disciples of the inner sect to defend against the enemy-why, is it possible that someone dared to invade Qinglong Island?"

"Water hole, come here and don't run around," Yan Zhengming yelled at the water hole who ran to the door to look out, "I'll find someone to go out and ask—Zheshi..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the courtyard door had already been pushed open from the outside, Zheshi followed one person panting: "Wait! Real man, you..."

Several people in the courtyard looked towards the door together, only to see Tang Wanqiu standing there expressionlessly.

Tang Wanqiu said without beginning and signing: "Follow me."

Yan Zhengming stepped forward and asked, "Senior, what happened on the island? Where do you want us to go?"

Tang Wanqiu absolutely didn't have the patience to explain. She turned her head and grabbed the vest of the puddle without saying a word. While the little girl was screaming, she carried her along as if she was carrying a small package and drove all the way. And go, just put down a sentence: "Don't dawdle!"

As a result, everyone in the Fuyao faction had to chase after him. Cheng Qian raised his foot and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and waved his hand, and the lock on a box in the corner fell off. The frost-edged sword flew straight out and fell into his hand.