Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The entire Qinglong Island was brightly lit, and the extra night patrol manpower that was sent out because of the Grand Competition did not know where they died. Xu, there are all kinds of yelling—some say that the demon cultivator has come to make trouble, some say that the island master has gone mad after practicing kung fu... The most outrageous thing is that some people say that there is a real big green dragon under Qinglong Island. Lord Dragon somehow broke free from the seal and came out to look for food. A group of monks on the island would probably be enough for the old man to eat at night.

Tang Wanqiu always kept a distance of three feet from Yan Zhengming and the others, as if he was waiting for them on purpose, and Yan Zhengming could tell that he didn't attack her rashly.It's just that the puddle caught in her hand as a package is pitiful, dizzy and frightened, and she couldn't help crying. Fortunately, Li Yun had already suppressed the demon blood in her body with pills in advance, otherwise she would be allowed to cry like this all the way. Qinglong Island must be shaken, and I don't know what kind of evil incident will be spread.

Tang Wanqiu led them straight across the hillside of the lecture hall, disappeared into a forest in an instant, and stopped in front of a cluster of stone steles.

This place is called "Forest of Steles", and there are powerful stone steles that ascended or fell from various places on Qinglong Island. It is similar to the ancestral halls in the world where ancestors are worshiped. Cheng Qian and the others have heard of it, but they are not disciples of Qinglong Island. It's just a guest study, and no one will come here if they have nothing to do.

As soon as Tang Wanqiu let go, she threw the puddle aside, and the puddle cried all the way, crying out all the fear in her heart, leaving only shock and anger, and as soon as she was free, she pointed at Tang Wanqiu's hand, fiercely He opened his mouth to bite her.

But the puddle's teeth hadn't settled down yet, Tang Wanqiu suddenly looked down at her. The eye circles of this real Tang who had never been rude to others turned out to be red. She seemed not to want to show anything in front of a child, so she clenched her teeth tightly. , forced out a look of straight eyebrows, not like holding back grief, but a bit like a glaring king kong.

Puddle looked at her for a moment, instead of being frightened, he sensed something like a keen little animal, silently retracted his deciduous teeth, dragged two lines of snot, and was hugged back by the terrified elder brother.

Tang Wanqiu turned her back to them, and said bluntly, "I am ordering you to leave this place tonight, by the order of the island master."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback: "Senior, what happened on the island? Although the juniors are not talented, they have lived under the protection of the island owner for so many years. If there is something to contribute..."

Hearing him say the word "Blessing", Tang Wanqiu's brows finally loosened slightly, she turned her head to look at him, and said calmly: "Master Yan, your kindness is in your heart, take care of your own life first! "

After finishing speaking, she saw her pointing to the ground and shouted, "Go!"

There was a "rumbling" sound on the ground of the forest of steles, and a gap two feet square was cracked on the ground. Below it was a dark hole, and there were faint stone steps, which turned out to be a secret passage.

Tang Wanqiu made a hand gesture, and the power of thunder and fire gathered at her fingertips. With a snap of her fingers, she lit the wall lamps of the entire secret passage one after another, and the secret passage seemed to be brightly lit. Tang Wanqiu walked down immediately, urging: : "Don't dawdle!"

Yan Zhengming quickly exchanged glances with Li Yun, Li Yun frowned and said in a low voice, "Brother, follow up first."

Ever since the island owner appeared in Dabi, Yan Zhengming began to vaguely feel that something was wrong, but after all, he didn't know anything inside, and he was completely at a loss at this time, and he was holding a puddle that wiped his nose with his sleeve, which was really messy No more.

Yan Zhengming handed the puddle to the few Taoist boys who followed him, and couldn't help but glance back. Cheng Qian was sitting firmly on the back of the break. He was looking in the direction of the lecture hall, but at this moment he seemed to feel his gaze. Similarly, Cheng Qian suddenly turned around and nodded at him, as if he knew the truth in his heart that the sky was falling apart.

But Yan Zhengming knew that he didn't have the bottom line in his heart, but he didn't care about the bottom line, so he couldn't help but smiled bitterly, but after the bitter smile, he suddenly felt more at ease in his heart. After Wan Qiu went down the secret passage.

The secret passage was really not spacious. Tang Wanqiu, who was leading the way, was alright, but Yan Zhengming could only keep his head down all the way. The firelights on the wall lamps on both sides were blessed by charms, so people passed without surprise. It seemed very depressed.It is easy for people to get lost in the ground, and while going around endlessly, Cheng Qian secretly calculated the distance in his heart, and just when he felt that he was about to walk out of Qinglong Island, another row of stone steps appeared in front of him.

The stone steps are straight up and down, the gaps are extremely narrow, and even the puddles have to be slightly lowered. Others almost climbed out, and a group of monks seemed to be drilling dog holes without any image.

Li Yun finally couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "I don't know where this is going to take us..."

Yan Zhengming shook his head, turned back with some difficulty and said, "Zheshi, take good care of your junior sister."

His reminder reminded Han Yuan, who was following him, of something.

Han Yuan fumbled in his bosom in a hurry, and found a string of "pendants". They were the soul-searching needles he got in the fairy market a few years ago. The needles were poisonous, and they were all stuffed into a small wooden Inside the shell, the nose of the needle is threaded with a straw rope. At first glance, it looks like a beggar on the street.

Back then when Han Yuan first got the soul-searching needles, he thought that there were so many people bullying them on the island, and they might be used up soon. Who would have thought that he was protected by his seniors in everything, and these three needles have been kept until now? .

Han Yuan hung the three soul-searching needles around the neck of the puddle, and said: "If someone wants to bully you, pull out the cork and use this to pierce him."

While talking, the stone steps had come to the bottom, Tang Wanqiu slapped a stone slab with his palm, and the two-foot-thick stone slab was blown to pieces. follow out.

As soon as his head appeared, Yan Zhengming felt a gust of sea wind rushing towards his face. He took a closer look and found that this place was actually a secret wharf with only one boat parked in the middle. It's like blending into the night, if it's not right in front of you, you can hardly notice that there is a giant ship here.

"Go up," Tang Wanqiu said, "there is no boatman, but you have a solid foundation in spells, and the boat can be controlled by spells. You can play around with it yourself. If you can all control swords, you don't have to worry about it."

Tang Wanqiu used to look like "Heaven is the boss and I am the second child". When she said these words, she should have ridiculed and ridiculed their low cultivation, but the strange thing is, this time, she didn't seem to That meaning.

She turned her head and glanced at the dark sky, and the sea, which was even darker than the sky, and said in a low voice, "It's too fast, it's too late..."

For a moment, her whole body seemed to be buried in the thick night, and the skirt and hair swayed slightly by the sea breeze, almost giving people the illusion that she was a little fragile.

After a long time, Tang Wanqiu said: "I actually saw Han Muchun that day, but I didn't dare to recognize him—I might... be a bit reckless, and I was not sure whether he would like to be recognized."

It's a pity that she was so clumsy in dealing with people, and before she could weigh it, that person disappeared.

Yan Zhengming was startled, and then realized that what she was talking about was the battle with the demon cultivator on the road to the East China Sea five years ago.

Tang Wanqiu: "You... well, it's a bit like your master when he was young."

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, and gathered a strand of long hair behind her ears. This was an unconscious little movement that many girls have, but it seemed to contain a shocking past when she was asked to do it.

After Tang Wanqiu said the most gentle words in her life, her tone hardened again in a business-like manner, and she said to Yan Zhengming: "After leaving here, don't go back to Fuyao Mountain. It's better to go to the world for experience, and find a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers. It’s fine to continue practicing, but don’t let others know that you belong to the Fuyao sect.”

Yan Zhengming tentatively said: "Senior, isn't our Fuyao Sect already a low-level sect? Will anyone know about it?"

"Mao and Gou have never heard of it, but they know what they should know and what they should not know," Tang Wanqiu said, "Don't dawdle, get on the boat and go quickly..."

After she finished speaking, a very strong beam of light shot straight towards the sky on Qinglong Island, and the whole island was as bright as daylight for a while, so that people couldn't open their eyes.

Tang Wanqiu's pupils shrunk, and an anxious expression appeared on his face.

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had been following the rear end all this time, suddenly stood up straight, and slowly raised the Frost Edge Sword: "Who is it?"

Hearing several "咻" and "咻" in the air, a group of masked men descended like black crows, and surrounded them all in an instant.

The first one came out of the crowd, hiding his head and showing his tail behind the black cloth, and said: "Qinglong Island is under martial law. From now on, ships are prohibited from going out!"

Tang Wanqiu raised her hand and pinched Cheng Qian's shoulder, pulled him aside forcefully, and said, "I've never heard the island owner say martial law, what kind of thing are you?"

The masked man gave a low sneer, cupped his hands at Tang Wanqiu and said, "You don't have to get angry, even if you get on the boat, you won't be able to get out."

After speaking, he raised his head as if to signal something, and saw countless stars lit up in the night sky, looking from a distance, it looked like a group of scattered fireflies.

Puddle just opened her mouth to cry, but Zhe Shi covered her mouth, and Li Yun asked in a low voice: "Brother, what is that..."

Yan Zhengming turned his gaze around and then retracted it, and replied: "When you are controlling the sword, the sword body is excited by the clear air to reveal fluorescence."

Li Yun couldn't help but panic: "What? So many? Who is this for? It can't be for us, can it?"

Li Yun is always the one who is usually extremely smart, and will lose the chain when it comes to critical moments.

As soon as he said this, Yan Zhengming knew what he was thinking—it was true, they were just low-level disciples from a low-level sect, who had never been out of the mountain, and lived in Fuyao Mountain once. When I came to Qinglong Island, the most publicized thing I ever did was to fight with a few loose cultivators who formed cliques. The other party's mobilization was probably aimed at Tang Wanqiu. She has the ability to conquer the world Everyone has been offended all over the place, and where did the failure to keep things come from.

Li Yun whispered: "Brother, if you didn't come to trouble us, then..."

Yan Zhengming pinched his elbow with one hand and shook his head, feeling that it was not that simple. Why did Tang Wanqiu send them away in secret instead of helping when the island was in chaos?

He keenly sensed something from Tang Wanqiu's warning "Don't mention that you are Fuyao faction".

Suddenly, Cheng Qian, who had been silent all this time, spoke next to him, and Cheng Qian said with certainty: "That person is Zhou Hanzheng."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback: "What? How do you know?"

Cheng Qian stared at the eyes of the leader masked man without changing his expression, and said softly, "He? I know him even when he turned into ashes."

Yan Zhengming, the authentic sufferer, may have forgotten—he has been like this since he was a child, quarrels are quarrels, anger is anger, but he does not hold grudges. The engraved hatred, anyway, now that Zhou Han is about to throw him off the high platform again, I am afraid it will not be so easy. With that energy, he is more willing to recall the beautiful and happy days when he was young on Fuyao Mountain.

Cheng Qian is different. Whenever he can't continue practicing swordsmanship, or encounters a bottleneck and feels that he can't pass that hurdle no matter what, he will recall Zhang Dasen brothers and Zhou Hanzheng, and follow his cultivation base. With the passing of time, Zhang Dasen and his ilk are gradually no longer in his eyes, and he is the only one who concentrates on targeting Zhou Hanzheng.

Cheng Qian glanced around, took a step forward, and said to Tang Wanqiu with a slightly raised voice: "Tang Zhenren, this junior is very grateful for the care of the island owner for many years, but there is one thing I don't know-why would he let a person of unknown origin Into the lecture hall?"

Tang Wanqiu was stunned by what he said, and then turned her head abruptly: "What did you say?"

Hearing the words, the masked man in the head looked at Cheng Qian... and the frost-edged sword in his hand, and said with a low smile: "It was you who the living bird felt that day, but you little devil is also a little The doorway actually hid for you."

He deliberately suppressed his voice before, but this sentence revealed his original voice. Tang Wanqiu could hear it even if he was hard of hearing, and there was an unconcealable disbelief on his face: "Zhou Hanzheng?"

The masked man saw that he couldn't hide it, so he took off the black cloth veil on his face confidently, revealing the face of a scholar who thought twice, and said with a smile: "Friend Tang, why don't you go back with us to meet the island master?" guest?"

Tang Wanqiu's eyes widened at first, and then she was furious: "The owner of the island is so kind to you, yet you actually rely on others?"

Zhou Han was shaking his head and sighing: "Tang Zhenren's words are wrong. I am not from Qinglong Island. I have never taken refuge in anyone in these years. I am grateful to the owner of the island. I am just a temporary guardian on the island—huh? Why? I remembered wrongly, isn't Tang Zhenren also a student of Mu Lanshan, not a disciple of Qinglong Island?"

How could Tang Wanqiu hear such nonsense from him? Without saying a word, she tore off the epee sword from her back, and swept across a fierce sword wind without saying hello. Fearful, he rampagely planned to smash Zhou Hanzheng's head into a rotten winter melon.

Zhou Han was lightly leaping into the air, rolling the Thinking Fan in his hand, the aura of thunder and fire was faintly visible, and he met Tang Wanqiu's sword aura hand-to-hand, with a loud "boom", the two sides disappeared, and the ground was burnt instantly.

Zhou Hanzheng was so ruthless, and Yan Zhengming watched the battle with trepidation, and suddenly realized that he had come to the conclusion that he would not be easily thrown off the high platform, and that Zhou Hanzheng was not only not weak in means, but also very disrespectful Face, he didn't seem to want to fight Tang Wanqiu one-on-one at all. With a wave of his folding fan, Zhou Han said to the many masked people in the sky and on the ground: "Take this person!"

Tang Wanqiu roared, "You try it yourself!"

Masked men like black crows descended with their swords one after another, crowding the small pier to the brim. Yan Zhengming's sword was like a condensed light. For a moment, several phantoms who were walking with the sword like him flashed on the spot. This kind of distraction was extremely exhausting, and he actually wanted to carry all the masked men in the air with his own strength.

Cheng Qian wanted to try the Frost Blade with that surnamed Zhou, but when he turned around and saw the pale-faced Li Yun and the others, he forcefully poured cold water on himself when his blood was hot, and stood by the hug By the ocher with puddles.

Two masked men fell to the ground furtively, and approached Cheng Qian and his party from the other side. They obviously didn't pay attention to Cheng Qian, a teenage boy, and were about to strike the horizontal sword. attitude.

Cheng Qian didn't retreat but advanced, he didn't even say hello, and directly greeted him with the move of "surging waves crashing on the shore".

It wasn't until this moment that Cheng Qian realized the difference between the famous murderous sword in his hand and his tattered wooden sword. As soon as the frost-edged sword moved, an indescribable coldness pervaded the whole place. On the pier, at the moment when the weapons collided, Cheng Qian seemed to hear the roars of thousands of ancestors, either filled with hatred or anger. The face man's weapon was cut off with a single sword, and the true energy in Cheng Qian's body was stirred up crazily. He almost had the illusion that he was going to explode and die in the next moment.

Yes, the note said "Don't move"...

Cheng Qian was startled first, and instinctively wanted to throw the sword away, but he only retreated a little, and more masked men rushed forward, and one even reached out to grab the puddle. : "How about love, let's kill these offal first."

At the moment, he kept his feet on the ground, his moves remained unchanged, and he made another strike of "surging waves hit the shore". The two masked men were sure that Cheng Qian would not even be able to concentrate. How could he know that his swordsmanship was honed by a wooden sword? The wooden sword would break as soon as it was broken, and the sword energy it could withstand was extremely limited. Cheng Qian even dared to combine the wide-opening and closing Haichao sword with the ever-changing Fuyao wooden sword, and beat him all over the lecture hall. He has already gone further in the way of kenning than someone who can concentrate on controlling the sword.

Needless to say, he now holds the ancient fierce sword "Frost Blade".

The sword light was like purple lightning and blue frost, as if he could feel the master's killing intent, the wind of the sword surged up to three feet in an instant, and immediately there was a sound like cracking silk, Cheng Qian wiped the necks of two people with his sword, blood splattered everywhere, When it landed on that Guhan's "Death Sword", it really condensed into a layer of blood-colored frost.