Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The old man said that if a sharp weapon is stained with too much blood, it will become a murder weapon, and the murder weapon will cause countless karma, and there will be resentment.

There are thousands of murder weapons circulating in the world, each with its own viciousness, but none of them has the unforgettable honor of "not to die well".

The moment the frost blade saw blood, although Cheng Qian couldn't concentrate on the sword, his back was numb from the hoarse and painful pain from the sword from ancient times.At the same time, although the power of the famous sword and the wooden sword are not the same, the speed of extracting true essence is also very different.Holding the frost blade, Cheng Qian felt for the first time that he would be powerless when using the sword.

The masked men didn't expect such a young brat to be so tough. After a pause, they made gestures that some people couldn't understand, and then they all gave up on others, and they all threw Cheng Qian away. Surrounded.

Cheng Qian let out a breath slowly, almost feeling that what he exhaled was a mouthful of hoarfrost. The coolness of the frost-edged sword seemed to have soaked his body, and even his internal organs cooled down.

The seven or eight heavy sword qi pressed down on him at the same time, Cheng Qian knew that he was looking for death, and his whole body turned into a phantom, dodging like a fish in the gap between the opponent's sword qi, thanks to chasing him every day Zhang Dasen and others, who were looking for trouble, have trained him to dodge dexterously, which is different from ordinary people.

While dodging, Cheng Qian even deliberately led the masked men to the side away from the puddle and the others, but just when he seemed to have some strength left, he suddenly staggered a step as if he had been hit hard. Even being chased behind by a sword energy from the masked man, his left shoulder was immediately bloody.

But Cheng Qian couldn't care less about the pain, and there was a "buzz" in his head—it was the puppet charm he gave Xueqing, and he just clearly felt that the fresh air in the puppet charm dissipated, and the puppet charm Ranked among the seven great talismans, with [-] hooks, how can the aura in it dissipate so easily?Xue Qing must have encountered something life-threatening.

So... is he still alive?

He is just a little Taoist boy on the road alone, with no possessions, and a gentle and steady temperament, who would have trouble with him?

Is this an accident, or is someone deliberately intercepting him?

If it was deliberate, then last year the senior brother asked Xiaoyue'er and the others to take back the family letter, so far there has been no reply, has it not been delivered, or...

And... what about Fuyao Mountain?

No matter how calm Cheng Qian was for a while, he couldn't help but flustered. Many incidents flooded into his mind untimely. A mouthful of blood has already flowed up.

"Small dive!"

It seemed that Li Yun called him, Cheng Qian was startled suddenly, and with difficulty avoided the masked man's sword.

There was a sound of "ding dong" beside his ears. At this time, Cheng Qian's back was soaked in cold sweat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the senior brother in the air. With just one glance, Cheng Qian knew that he was struggling to support himself—even if there were too many ants, he would Bite the elephant, not to mention that none of these masked men are weak, and Yan Zhengming may not be in the state of concentration for a long time. He can hold the sword so steadily, maybe he has performed extraordinary in a crisis situation.

The distraction of the sky is constantly being killed by the masked man. Yan Zhengming is simply focusing on one thing and neglecting the other. Every time his distraction is killed, his face will turn pale, and he must always pay attention to the safety of his juniors. Eyes, three heads and six arms.

Cheng Qian didn't want to distract him, so with a cruel heart, he forced back the blood that was gushing to his throat.

This feeling was not pleasant, Cheng Qian's face was like gold paper, and he almost couldn't hold the sword steadily, and the frost-edged sword seemed to be ticking, knowing that his mood was ups and downs, and there was a sign of backlash in an instant.

Cheng Qian was in a daze, and had the illusion that he was independent from the surging sea. The sea water in front of him seemed to come from the desolate and lightless Beiming, so cold that it was so quiet that there was no human voice.Some kind of unreasonable grief and indignation suddenly surged in his chest—this is a magic weapon, why should he be slandered by the world, this is a genius of heaven, why should he bear so many infamy?

Suddenly, a child's scream sounded from behind him: "Bad guy! Go stab the bad guy! Don't bully my third senior brother!"

Then the buzzing sound flew past Cheng Qian's ears, and only heard a crisp "ding", a soul-searching needle flew towards a masked man spiritually, and the masked man's sword wind almost broke through The clothes on Cheng Qian's chest were forced by the strange soul-searching needle at this time, so he had to withdraw his sword and retreat, but he didn't cut Cheng Qian's oily skin.

Cheng Qian suddenly woke up, and took a few quick breaths. He found that the true energy in his body was almost exhausted by the backlash of the frost-edged sword just now. What's worse, he couldn't throw away the sword—because the masked people refused to let go. , came more and more.

Cheng Qian didn't turn his head back, but touched the head of the puddle accurately with his hand back, and said softly, "Shh, don't cry, it's okay, save your soul-searching needle."

"The boat can't go, if there is really no way..." Cheng Qian looked up at Yan Zhengming, who was at the end of his battle, and thought to himself, "Let the big brother take this little one and find a way to break through with the sword."

It's not easy for Yan Zhengming to lead a puddle, so what about Han Yuan and Li Yun?

Before Cheng Qian had time to think about it, he suddenly heard Li Yun exclaim.

When Yan Zhengming finally couldn't support Yujian anymore, he sprinkled a lot of distractions, and suddenly fell from the sky. Li Yun hurriedly made a hand gesture, and a transparent net suddenly rose on the ground, at least they didn't let them take charge The brother fell to the ground.

Yan Zhengming half-kneeled on the ground, shook for a while, and for a while didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Cheng Qian had no choice but to take another breath, stepped on Han Yuan's shoulder, flew up, and the Frost Edge Sword proudly drew an extremely sharp arc in the air.He used the cold air of this peerless murder weapon to force a group of masked people back in one fell swoop, feeling pain like needle pricks all over his limbs, as if his true essence had been drained by spells countless times—Cheng Qian knew in his heart that this It is because the meridians have no way to load.

However, at this time, even if he can't bear it, how can he retreat?

With the taste of rust in Cheng Qian's mouth, he used the Frost Edge Sword to support the ground without hesitation. He was not afraid of breaking this famous sword. He made a sword move, but the sword move was not old enough, he was no longer able to continue, the sword wind protecting his side suddenly dissipated, and countless sharp weapons pressed on the frost blade, almost threatening to cut him into pieces.

It was too late for others to help.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Presumptuous!"

Then, an upright but gentle force swept across, effortlessly sweeping away the several sword winds that were pressing on Cheng Qian's body, but did not hurt him at all.

Cheng Qian's body lightened and he fell straight down, only to be caught by Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming didn't know how he pounced on him. When those sharp weapons almost fell on Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming's heart fell heavily on his chest, almost breaking his liver and gallbladder.

Cheng Qian lost consciousness for a moment. Fortunately, it wasn't long. When his scattered eyes refocused, he found that the densely packed masked people on the entire pier seemed to have been swept away. Some of the big movies fell not far away, crying for their parents and crying for their mothers, and they couldn't get up, and some of them had already fallen into the sea.

At the same time, he also found that he was still clutching the frost-edged sword tightly in his hand, and he really didn't want to let go.

As soon as Cheng Qian was about to get up, he was pressed back by an arm without a doubt. He could hear Yan Zhengming's heart beating wildly without turning his ears. He half knelt on the ground, hugged Cheng Qian tightly, his hands were shaking until He opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Don't move!"

Tang Wanqiu fell to the side, thinking that Zhou Hanzheng and Zhou Hanzheng did not take advantage of it, her face was sallow, and she was probably injured.

But even so, when she looked up to see the rescuers, she didn't have much joy on her face, but even more worried, and said in a low voice, "Island Master."

Zhou Han was giving Tang Wanqiu a cold look, probably taking note of the crazy woman's account in his heart, and when he turned around, he had a spring breeze on his face, and he gently shook the phone in his hand pretending to be reserved and elegant. Sansi Fan clasped his fists at Qinglong Island Master standing on a huge reef and said, "See Island Master."

The island owner didn't even look at him, turned to Tang Wanqiu and said, "Wanqiu, you bring those children over here, it's because I didn't think carefully."

Tang Wanqiu didn't say anything, she turned her head back weakly and gave Yan Zhengming a "follow up" look, and walked up the small stone steps behind the reef.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, and was about to stand up with the help of his elder brother, but Yan Zhengming pushed him back again.

Immediately, he found that his whole body was suspended in the air suddenly, and he was hugged whole by the elder brother.

Cheng Qian's mind, which was not sober at first, was frightened sober in an instant. Like a puppy that fell from a height, he stretched out his hand and scratched it a few times helplessly, and nervously grabbed Yan Zhengming's shoulder, fearing that he would be caught by Yan Zhengming. His "delicate" senior brother may not be able to die if he falls, but where he lands is a problem.

Yan Zhengming was almost scared to death by him just now, but now his expression didn't slow down, his heart was on fire, and he said sharply: "Be honest!"

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, then froze into a stone and let him move it.

The island owner Senran's eyes softened slightly, he looked at Yan Zhengming, and finally his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's sword.

The island owner shrank his pupils slightly, stared intently at the blood frost on it for a while, then turned around and glanced around aimlessly, as if looking for someone—but except for Haitian Yishen, He couldn't find anything.

The island owner withdrew his gaze, sighed slightly, and the mighty coercion dissipated, and he returned to a poor scholar with a sad face. He turned around and said, "Let's go back."

A few masked men saw them and were about to chase after them, but Zhou Han raised his hand to stop them.

Zhou Han was watching the back of the Qinglong island owner with a smile on his face, and the words he said were really cold: "Who is Gu Yanxue, and what are you? Who are you going to find?"

Tang Wanqiu didn't go far, when he heard this sentence, he looked back bitterly, and said, "Island owner, why should this villain surnamed Zhou stay, he should have been killed long ago!"

The island owner didn't turn his head back, he just walked in front of him, and he smiled lightly when he heard the words, and didn't deny it.

Speaking of which, there are people who practice in Kyushu who don’t know the prime minister of the emperor, but no one knows Qinglong Island. All the immortal sects cherish their brooms. , the island owner not only has a high level of cultivation, but was once called the "Master of the World".

Ordinary people pay attention to "heaven, earth, king, relatives and teachers", but most of the people in Xianmen have long lifespan and weak kinship. Without "kinship", they are unwilling to bow their heads to the mortal emperor. There are three constants of "Heaven and Earth Master", and the teacher's family is more precious than the family's family, which shows the weight of the four words "Tianxia Zuoshi".

Speaking out, who would believe that Gu Yanxue, the majestic Azure Dragon Island Master and the head of the Four Sages, would have such a shabby appearance?

Among the four sages, the Qinglong island master may not be the most powerful, but he has always been recognized as the head of the four sages, which is naturally the reason.

Several people rushed all the way to the vicinity of the big wharf of Qinglong Island, where the battle has become a mess.

It turns out that the night watchmen and disciples who were missing on the island have all arrived here, and they are fighting with another group of people.

Qinglong Island's ten-year Immortal City is a major event in the world of cultivating immortals. Which decent and powerful person comes here without being respectful?However, those who came were not good, the sea was full of storms, countless large ships were looming between the sky and the sea, which was connected into one piece in the pitch black, and the dots of fluorescent lights of the swordsman floated in the midair like a star, and the waves were surging.

Taking a closer look, it was indeed as rumored by those broken-mouthed casual cultivators that there was a dragon figure shuttling through it!

As if it was safer to be with the Qinglong island master, Li Yun finally recovered from his panic, and became aware of his knowledge, and said: "That is not Qinglong, Qinglong is an ancient beast, how can it haunt the world? It's just a dragon. Flood monster, strange, isn’t the dragon monster unique to the West Palace? How could it come to the East China Sea?”

Han Yuan said: "Maybe some magic cultivator stole it."

Li Yun pondered for a moment, poured his true energy into his eyes, looked at it as hard as he could, and said in surprise: "The Panlong Banner—there is the Panlong Banner of the Westbound Palace on that boat! But how can the Westbound Palace..."

Qinglong Island is one of the top ten sects along with Xixing Palace. It is located in a remote place. They always pay attention to the practice of escapism and keep things out of the way. They have never heard of any feud with anyone. How could they travel thousands of miles across the sea to seek bad luck on Qinglong Island?

His words fell silent when the owner of Qinglong Island suddenly let out a long roar, and the almost invincible giant jiao suddenly fell under the water. It seemed to calm down for a while.

The two sides involuntarily gave up, and the crowd gave way to a passage, the island owner stepped forward and raised his voice, "Dear fellows from the Xixing Palace are here late at night, so mobilizing the crowd, what advice do you have?"

Hearing the sound of a horn, the densely packed ships on the sea suddenly separated from each other. A large Beaulieu ship almost emerged from the bottom of the sea so dark that it was too dark to tell the depth. With an air of dying like the five declines of heaven and man, but still undiminished, if there is any substance in his eyes, he swept across the crowd darkly, and said: "Gu Yanxue, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, you, the master of Qinglong Island, is still beautiful! .”

The island master frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Daoist Bai Ji is polite."

Yan Zhengming, the head of the sect, was quite an idler, except for consulting a few memorabilia of the island annals when he first arrived on Qinglong Island, he didn't care about other things, and asked in a low voice: "Who is Bai Ji? "

Li Yun whispered to him: "The lord of the Westbound Palace is said to be almost a thousand years old. In the past, it was often said that he would be the next one from all over Kyushu to ascend to immortality. It's all over."

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, struggled to push Yan Zhengming away, stood up by himself, and asked in amazement, "Second Senior Brother, how come you know everything?"

"Shut up, it's none of your business." Yan Zhengming immediately forgot to ask who Bai Ji was, and lowered his head to pinch Cheng Qian's veins, frowning to check his injury.

The coming and going of the two powerful men in the world caused an uproar among the crowd. A group of casual cultivators who watched the excitement in the lecture hall were bold enough to climb onto the surrounding trees and rocks. Wait and see.

I just heard the island owner calmly ask: "If there are people coming from the Westbound Palace, why don't you go to the invitation card first? Although my island is only a wild and remote place, is it possible that I don't know how to treat guests? The White House Lord leads people straight What means?"

The Panlong boat was approaching in a blink of an eye, and Bai Ji said, "Bai is not here to visit. Five years ago, my ineffective grandson left home for a trip. Hearing that Guidao Fairy Market is lively, he came here with all his fellow Taoists. Come, want to join in the fun, and then in the Communication Palace, said that I saw the Guidao Lecture Hall, and wanted to gain some knowledge, so I went to the Lecture Hall to study as a casual practitioner, and there was no news in the past few years. We I thought he was cultivating in Guidao, but a few days ago, my grandson’s natal lamp left in the palace suddenly went out, and I summoned his soul with the method of soul searching, but I couldn’t find it everywhere. ,he……"

When Bai Ji said this, he was so choked up that he couldn't continue speaking.

Han Yuan frowned slightly when he heard this, he is different from his brothers who don't hear anything outside the window, he belongs to the master who knows everything big and small, and the gossip and gossip of the three mice and four eyes on the island must be avoided. He heard it through his ears, and he had never heard of someone being killed in a lecture hall.

As soon as the island owner beckoned, a disciple trotted all the way up to him, presented a roster with both hands, and asked Bai Ji, "I don't know if your grandson's name should be taboo?"

Bai Ji tried his best to restrain his grief, and said in a trembling voice: "Shang Yan bows down."

The island owner threw the booklet into the air, lifted his lips slightly, and read something. He saw a thick booklet quickly flipped through from beginning to end, and without stopping once, the back of the book fell to the ground.

The disciple on the side said: "Island Master, Bai Yanli has not been registered in the lecture hall."

Someone not far away said, "Or a pseudonym..."

Tang Wanqiu, who was standing by the side, answered: "Presumptuous, what place do you think Qinglong Island is, allowing young people to mix in with aliases? If it wasn't for their real names, they wouldn't appear on the roster at all!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the people around her instinctively felt that something bad was going to happen, and sure enough, Bai Ji was furious when he heard that, his beard and hair all stretched out, "What do you mean?"