Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

It's a pity that Cheng Qian didn't know about the many entanglements in Sect Master Yan's heart and the deep friendship.

At this time, he was just pretending to be indifferent to everything at this time. They almost occupied three of the words old, young, sick and disabled. Cheng Qian was not really big-hearted.

He has only met the island owner a few times, and he is very suspicious, so he can't talk about trust at all. At this time, while paying close attention to adjusting his breath, he listened to all the movements around him with a sliver of attention, thinking: "Look at this It looks confusing, we may have to fight for a while, we'd better get in the loose cultivators - the casual cultivators on Qinglong Island are generally a mob, it may not be able to catch the eyes of these powerful people, maybe we can get out in the chaos .”

Then he thought again: "If it doesn't work... then I have to fight, at worst I die here. If I can defend them for a while, I will die in peace."

He was willing to go all out in his heart like this, instead of thinking anxiously, the stagnant true energy in his body became much smoother.

In the midst of panic, the island owner finally opened his mouth and explained: "Ten years ago, I fought against a big demon with several fellow Taoists, and my soul was damaged, so I am still retreating to heal my wounds. I wonder what you want to see." What?"

Bai Ji pressed on step by step, "So, is Island Master Gu planning to take a look in this upright mirror?"

The island owner glanced at him indifferently, a very tired look flashed across his face, and sighed: "If you want to commit a crime, there is no reason to worry about it, even if it is such an absurd charge-White House Lord, you believe it or not. That’s right, Gu has never met Lingsun, nor has he ever had a soul-eating lamp in his hand, as for ghosts..."

He sneered lowly, with a hint of sarcasm, as if he didn't want to accompany this farce.

Zhou Han raised his eyebrows slightly, tapped his palms with a fan and said, "To be fair, it's really ridiculous to say that a person like the island master is a ghost cultivator—in the war more than ten years ago, one of the four saints died and three of them died. The injury is very tragic, and it is true, since the island owner has explained that the soul is damaged, and he has retreated for many years to heal his wounds, then I don’t care if the soul mirror does not reflect it, anyway, I believe it.”

Just as Zhou Han was saying this, he retracted the soul mirror with five fingers, and immediately left Bai Ji, who had just persecuted the island owner, there alone, as if he was really a fair man who spoke up for justice!

Bai Ji was so embarrassed that he blushed immediately, and heard someone behind him sneer, "I'm afraid it's because Mr. Bai is nearing the end of his life, and it's a lie to find his grandson, and it's true that he wants to ascend by any means?"

Bai Ji said angrily, "Who? Get out!"

A group of people came out in response. The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold expression, "I'm not easy to mess with" from the corners of his eyes and brows. Finally, he set his eyes on the master of Qinglong Island, and said, "I am Tang Yao from Mulan Mountain. The head disciple of my group, Tang Zhen, has been missing for a hundred years. I recently heard news about him in your place. I am here to help you." Visiting, I failed to greet the island owner in advance, I am rude."

Tang Wanqiu was stunned when he saw the person coming, and after a while he said: "...the head?"

For the sake of fellow disciples, Tang Yao condescended to glance at her, but he was not very friendly, just nodded lightly.

This one and the two came to Qinglong Island as important people as if they had made an agreement, and on the other side was her teacher's sect. Even though Tang Wanqiu had left the sect for many years, he felt that he was sandwiched between two huge splints for a while. Inside and outside are not people.

Zhou Han was teasing, "It's so strange, has Qinglong Island become a special place to recruit missing people?"

It may be a common practice for people in Mulanshan not to twist their words. Tang Yao said with a straight face when he heard the words: "I am not here to ask for someone, but recently someone spread a message to Mulanshan that they have seen Tang Zhen's Yuanshen in the East China Sea. I don't know who is so anxious for justice, it has been more than 100 years, and they still worry about people from other sects eating carrots, Master Zhou has any ideas?"

Zhou Hanzheng replied without blushing or panting: "Of course there are benevolent people."

"Benevolence and righteousness? I have only heard that 'the Dao is abolished, there is benevolence and righteousness, there is wisdom, and there is great hypocrisy'." Tang Yao, whose position was a mystery, did not give Zhou Han any face, and turned to Qinglong Island to say, "Gu Daoyou, I Although I have no friendship with you, this incompetent disciple has been your disciple and has been taken care of for many years. I am here to tell you something - we were looking for clues on the front line of the East China Sea, but we heard There was a rumor that the devil of the Four Saints was a Northern Ming Lord, and that big devil had a strange stone in his hand, which fell on Qinglong Island after that battle."

Tang Yao paused, ignored the island owner's face, and continued: "They said that you were injured by that big devil, you should have died long ago, and you have been propped up by that strange stone for so many years. I'm afraid The Lord of the White House also heard the news, and came here specially for that stone, right?"

Bai Ji was caught off guard by his thoughts, and became angry from embarrassment: "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

Tang Yao: "Is it nonsense? The White House Master knows it well. I heard that strange stone has the ability to mend the sky. It is also called the stone of 'Want to come true'. It can live and die. The Lord of the White House has always been old and never died, is he worried about his longevity? Don’t even think about what a good thing the Great Demon of Beiming is!"

Zhou Han was responding meaningfully: "Master Tang means that the island owner is currently living on a stone from a monster? This... This is not a decent statement."

Tang Yao and Zhou Hanzheng talked in a few words, and Yan Zhengming was terrified when he heard it. Others may not understand the reason, but he knew the origin of the Beiming Lord. He only knew that Fuyao Sect had a few seniors who went crazy, but when did there ever be a magic treasure?

Thinking about this matter a little bit, Yan Zhengming's back almost burst into a layer of cold sweat, feeling that they were set on fire by skinning and cramp.

The island owner did not answer, but only said: "Master Zhou, you have hidden your identity in Qinglong Island for decades, and the picture must be quite big."

He completely avoided answering Zhou Hanzheng and Tang Yao's temptation to be in harmony with each other, but in the ears of others, he almost acquiesced.

Seeing the wind turn, Bai Ji immediately said: "Gu Yanxue, living by monsters, are the dignified four sages also deceiving the world and stealing their names?"

The casual cultivator even loudly said: "Sect martial art has never been passed on as a secret. Only Master Gu recruits casual cultivators for further training every ten years. When you think he is so generous, is he just showing kindness for no reason? Don't dream Who would have so much kindness!"

At the end of Sanxiu's speech, his voice broke into tears, and his voice was hoarse under the sound of the East China Sea waves behind him. It sounded a bit more sad to those who had nothing to do with it. With the intention of breaking through the water, the disciples of Qinglong Island and everyone in the West Palace were at war again, but this time, all the casual cultivators on Qinglong Island stepped back and watched in unison, vaguely on guard.

I don't know who made the move first, and I don't know how many forces on the island, and it suddenly became a mess.

At this time, I heard a low sound of "Woo" from nowhere, and suddenly a dozen or so people from the casual cultivators who were retreating in unison suddenly came out. These people were very strange, and they were all brave and fearless , rushed towards the Westbound Palace people.

The casual cultivator's cultivation was not high, and the person who rushed to the front was immediately beaten to pieces by a sword light accompanying Bai Ji, and died so badly that he couldn't die anymore.

But at this time, something terrible happened.

The loose cultivator's internal organs turned into a cloud of blood mist, which sprayed everywhere, but the disintegrated four or five pieces of the body were still like marionettes, and continued to move forward like a ghost.

Although the sword cultivator in Xixing Palace had a high level of cultivation, he had never seen such a battle, so he was so frightened that he took three steps back.

Looking again, the eyes of these dozens of casual cultivators are all red, and the black air behind them is faintly visible.

Bai Ji was startled and angrily said: "Gu Yanxue, what do you have to argue about!"

After the voice fell, the casual cultivator behind him, who was still speaking generously, suddenly let out a howl that did not resemble a human voice. His whole body burst from his chest, and his skin was split inch by inch, revealing the blue and purple blood vessels and veins underneath. The blood man grabbed Bai Ji's back heart with his bare hands.

Naturally, Bai Ji's cultivation of nearly a thousand years would not let him touch him. He slapped back, and a palm-sized magic subduing pestle flew out of his sleeve. It inserted into the blood man's sky cap and nailed him in place.

Unexpectedly, the blood man didn't die, he was pierced into a meat skewer by the subduing magic pestle, and he was still struggling endlessly. After a while, he suddenly exploded, blasting himself into countless pieces of flesh and blood glowing with black air.

There were screams from the crowd, those blood clots were extremely poisonous and untouchable.

Zhou Han's positive expression changed: "This is the way of painting souls in the magic cultivator. You can blow a dark talisman into other people's souls without anyone noticing, and those people can be driven by him."

As soon as this remark came out, a large area was immediately vacant beside the island owner, and even the original disciples of Qinglong Island looked at their island owner in surprise—the world's great powers, except for the level of the Four Saints, who else can draw dark talismans?

Tang Yao seemed to have been waiting for his words. Hearing the sound, he turned to the island owner and crossed the long sword. Fragments of flames had burst out from the head and tail of the great sword, which was the result of the concentration of his true energy.

Tang Yao said, "Island Master Gu, what do you say?"

The island owner said with a wry smile, "It's impossible to argue."

Tang Yao asked: "So the strange stone is really in your hands?"

He finally found out in a desperate attempt, and with the tens of thousands of fig leafs lifted, there was still that gemstone that everyone coveted inside.

But there were still people who were unwilling to see the situation clearly, Tang Wanqiu immediately stepped forward and stood beside the island owner, and argued blankly: "Master, I guarantee with my life, the island owner cannot be a demon cultivator, let alone covet What monster!"

"Shut up," Tang Yao growled lowly, "Tang Wanqiu, you are getting more and more reckless. Even if you become a teacher, you are still from my Mulan Mountain. Do you want to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors?"

Tang Wanqiu's face was suddenly blurred by shameless malice, and she immediately opened her eyes wide. At this time, no matter how much she deceived herself, she understood that the words of the head of Mu Lanshan were even more grandiose than Zhou Hanzheng. But it turned out that the comer was even worse than Zhou Hanzheng.

Tang Wanqiu's face turned pale, and she was silent for a long time before she said each word with a pause: "Then...then please ask the master to expel me from the sect."

The island owner sighed: "If you are famous all over the world, you will be slandering all over the world. It's nothing, late autumn, you don't have to do this."

Tang Wanqiu gritted her teeth tightly, and Wang Ba remained unmoved as if eating a weight.

The island owner wanted to speak again, but he heard Zhou Han who was standing not far away, under the blood-stained sea, and said slowly: "I still don't believe it, how can the island owner be someone who hides himself? Head Tang, you How do you know that the so-called strange stone is on Qinglong Island? Maybe it was annihilated together with that great demon? Have you already found out the source of that Lord Beiming?"

As soon as these words came out, the island owner's face finally changed. His figure skyrocketed, and his palms slapped Zhou Han as if covering the sky and the sun. The tired and tepid man finally became angry: " Who is your master?"

Zhou Han was dodging in embarrassment, half-truthfully panicked: "I'm clearly defending the island owner, what does the island owner mean?"

Tang Yao threw a horizontal bar, and dodged between Zhou Hanzheng and the island owner: "Why, are you going to kill people to silence them?"

The two powerful men of the world fought in the dark, but Yan Zhengming, who was in a state of confusion, heard the voice of the island master whispering to his ear, urging: "Take your juniors and brothers to hang out in the casual cultivator, and take advantage of the chaos." Go quickly, don't mention Fuyao Mountain in the future, let alone your master—you don't know anything!"

In the blink of an eye, Yan Zhengming's confused mind suddenly figured out a clue—Zhou Han was clearly aware of the origin of Fuyao faction and Beimingjun, and this was a threat.

If the island owner refuses to admit that the rock is in his hands, he will find out that Lord Beiming came from the Fuyao sect. If the rock is not in the hands of the Four Sages, then of course he is still in the Fuyao sect!

There is such a thing as "whatever you want, life and death", even if there is only a little suspicion, you are destined to be on the cusp of the storm, who cares if you are innocent or die in vain?

Yan Zhengming watched the shouts of killing on the entire island, and felt that he was almost a piece of fish in the cracks, with countless knives on his back.

He knew with horror that he should carry Xiaoqian on his back at this time and leave immediately with his fellow disciples, but how could he calm down and let the island masters stand in front of them?

Yan Zhengming froze in place for a moment, unable to make a choice.

The island owner suddenly shouted: "Tang Wanqiu!"

Tang Wanqiu felt as if struck by lightning, his face changed a few times, finally he gritted his teeth, turned to Yan Zhengming and said, "I'll escort you, let's go."

Yan Zhengming: "But..."

Tang Wanqiu raised her eyebrows and said, "What about mother-in-law? What happened in the previous generation has nothing to do with you, don't get in the way here!"

Li Yun's mind could only turn faster. Of course, what Yan Zhengming wanted to understand, he certainly would not have missed it. At this time, he was afraid that the senior brother in charge would be a hero at an inopportune time, so he hurriedly shouted: "Elder brother, Xiao Qian is injured, and younger sister is still injured." So small...you listen to senior!"

Yan Zhengming turned his head to look at him blankly. At this moment, the voice of the island owner came from his ears again, and the island owner said without doubt: "I will see you off."

I saw the island owner who was fighting fiercely with Tang Yao in mid-air suddenly spit out a small colorful tripod from his mouth. , swept across everyone on the ground indiscriminately, like a wind dragon rising from the ground.

There was a "woo" in Yan Zhengming's ear, and before he could react, he was already sucked in. He heard countless exclamations mixed with the sound of the wind. He didn't know how far he was blown away, and he felt dizzy for a while.

The next moment, Yan Zhengming's waist tightened, and a rag stretched out like a ghost, wrapping it around his waist. Yan Zhengming was pulled by the strange force, staggered and fell to the ground again. He rubbed his eyes desperately, only then did he see The other rag was held in Tang Wanqiu's hand. The next moment, Tang Wanqiu threw the other person over, and Yan Zhengming instinctively caught it. It was Cheng Qian with an ugly face.

"The island owner can't trust others, so he asked me to escort you. If this is the case, I can't trust you." Tang Wanqiu said, "Get up, let's go."

Li Yun persuaded in a low voice: "Brother, let's go."

Yan Zhengming glanced at Cheng Qian involuntarily. Cheng Qian propped himself up with the sword in his hand. Said: "Listen to you, you decide."

The island was full of wind and clouds, and the island owner sent them far away by a wind dragon. From a distance, the figure of the island owner was hidden in countless noises, and he could never see him again.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that "returning to Fuyao Mountain and practicing in seclusion without seeking fame" was clearly a big dream of his ignorance in the world.

The world is like the tide, even people like the island owner can only follow the tide, let alone them?

Why is this fairy road so difficult?

"Go," Yan Zhengming whispered, "Let's go."

But where do you go?

The group of them cautiously followed Tang Wanqiu all the way through the hills and forests, and the sound of killing gradually faded away.

When Tang Wanqiu arrived at the beach, she tossed the tattered cloth strap into the air, and the cloth strip became several feet long, floating in the air. She motioned for a group of people to go up, and said, "It's impossible to find a boat, you just have to To be able to leave like this, I don't have that advanced cultivation base, and this cloth belt can't last too long, so I can't take you directly across the sea. You should first settle on the surrounding deserted islands, adjust your breath a bit, and think of a way after the limelight passes. .”

Yan Zhengming's throat was blocked: "Senior, what about you?"

"I have my own place," Tang Wanqiu turned to the direction of Qinglong Island, "Master Yan, you don't have to worry, the owner of the island is not for you, that Zhou who sneaked into Qinglong Island for so many years, and those who got drawn Hun's casual cultivator... It shows that someone has been planning to deal with him, the "Master of the World", and he has already told me that no matter what, he will send you away safely. It’s a good life, but I only live for a day, and I will protect you for a day according to the agreement with the old friend.”

Tang Wanqiu rolled up his sleeves, and took the lead in wrapping Han Yuan, Zheshi Shuikeng and others in rags, and said, "No one will protect you from now on, so you can do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Tang Wanqiu raised her shabby sword, ignored them, and plunged headlong into the chaotic place, disappearing without a trace.

Other female cultivators are honored as "fairies". Even if a fairy is so downcast that she doesn't have a misty white gauze, she can at least have a red-headed rope, but Tang Wanqiu can only take out a tattered cloth belt, maybe it's still a normal one. Used as a belt.

The turbidity of the people in the practice does not invade, cutting the bones and washing the marrow, not to mention all of them are peerless, but they are all pleasing to the eye, only she has two broom eyebrows and a debt-collecting face.

She is overthinking her own abilities, and she knows how to be annoying, but whenever she speaks, she will not open any pot and carry any pot if necessary...

Perhaps apart from standing upright, Tang Zhenren is really useless.