Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The boundless sea, Xiao Shu's path to heaven.

The world gathers and disperses, suddenly turning like duckweed.

There was still a hole in Tang Zhenren's baby belt, and she didn't mend it herself. At this moment, the wind was leaking badly while floating in the sea, and the salty wind blew Yan Zhengming's somewhat disheveled long hair on his face like a whip. He only felt that this place was full of bloody wind and turbid waves, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

The puddle had already fallen asleep leaning against the ocher, and Han Yuan sat on the side silently hugging his knees, also extremely sleepy, Li Yun couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Master, where are we going from now on?"

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath when he heard the words, pinched his brows hard, his eyes were full of black and blue, he was actually more confused than Li Yun.

Everyone else came to ask him, who was he going to ask?

Yan Zhengming felt that he might not be worthy of the seal on his chest. He might not be born to be the head. Looking back on the past twenty years, he either followed the trend or was forced to move forward. If no one pushed him He, pulling him, he didn't know what to do.

Seeing his gloomy expression, Li Yun gave him a hand: "Brother?"

"Rest first," Yan Zhengming came back to his senses, and comforted softly, "It's okay, don't worry... If you really have nowhere to go, you can go back to Yan's house with me for a while."

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Qian also turned around.

In fact, for Cheng Qian, as long as he doesn't go back to Fuyao Mountain, it doesn't make any big difference whether he goes to live in Yan's house or wanders around the world to beg for food. Xueqing also had an accident, Xiaoyue'er and the others were probably stopped from the road at all, so the Yan family with a big business, a big goal...does it still exist?

Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, then said, "Brother..."

He looked at Yan Zhengming's expression, and rarely hesitated.

On the one hand, Cheng Qian knew in his heart that it would be impossible not to tell the elder brother about this, but seeing his tired expression, he turned his words around a few times, but couldn't bear to say it for a while.

Yan Zhengming adjusted his expression bluntly, pretending to be nonchalant and asked, "What's the matter, little copper coin?"

Cheng Qian looked at him cautiously, his eyes inevitably averted.

Yan Zhengming was first warmed by his rare soft eyes, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his chest.

Sure enough, at the next moment, Cheng Qian almost said in a low voice: "Let me tell you something, don't be too sad, okay?"

It was rare for Cheng Qian to be so polite to him, and Yan Zhengming raised it in his throat.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, turned his heart, and said quickly: "The puppet charm I gave Brother Xueqing is broken."

Zheshi's hands trembled, almost falling into the puddle, Han Yuan looked up in confusion, Li Yun immediately reacted after a pause, and gasped suddenly.

Yan Zhengming stared blankly at Cheng Qian for a long time, but didn't make a sound.

Cheng Qian was afraid that he would not be able to think about it for a while, so he hurriedly said, "It may not be that something really happened, so don't think about the bad."

He felt guilty when he said this, and once he was guilty, he forgot the following words. Cheng Qian is good at pouring cold water, but he doesn't know how to pour hot soup, so he had to persuade him a little clumsily: "Maybe he was not careful. Lost, maybe broken in someone else's hands..."

"Well, you're right," Yan Zhengming seemed to have just come to his senses, forced a smile, and smoothly picked up Cheng Qian's words, "Maybe there was a storm at sea, maybe your puppet talisman saved him One life... um..."

He suddenly shivered violently, and then he covered his mouth with one hand and coughed as if he was choked by the sea breeze.

Cheng Qian opened his mouth, and finally didn't know what to say. He tentatively reached out and put his hand on Yan Zhengming's shoulder, feeling a little bit of body temperature radiating from the elder brother's body. Before he could touch it, it was blown away by the sea breeze.Sometimes Cheng Qian would think back to the time when he first met senior brother, that man's mother-in-law was like a bear, and he would always think of him as a lazy prodigal in the gentle village.

At that time, he didn't have any calluses on his hands, and he didn't have any worries in his heart. How wonderful it was...

Why did he have to bear the pain and panic of being in a foreign country?

This day was destined to be an eventful one, before Cheng Qian could finish his distress, the situation at sea changed suddenly.

I saw that the entire sea was shaking like the earth, and a huge wave came from nowhere, erected into a wall of water, five or six feet high, rushing over one after another.

Originally, the ordinary sea breeze almost turned into a strong wind. Tang Wanqiu's belt with a hole in it swayed violently, and flew up to a higher place precariously. The leak was torn in two!

The place where the tear happened was right under Cheng Qian's feet. He stepped on the ground and fell off the belt. The blood he had hidden in the palm of his hand immediately wiped Cheng Qian all over.

At that time, Cheng Qian instinctively grasped the Frost Edge Sword, and subconsciously mobilized his true energy. At this juncture, the sword made a soft "Zheng" sound. When he caught it, his heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh—this was clearly a concentrated reaction!

Cheng Qian: "Brother, let me go!"

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear to it, he had just been deeply saddened, and at this moment he was almost a bit demonic, and the only thought in his mind was that he couldn't let go of him even if he died.

Cheng Qian was in a hurry and didn't have time to break up with him, so he quickly recited the mantra of Ningshen and Yujian in his heart. Maybe it was because the fire was really coming, or maybe it was because of the danger. For a while, he skipped directly from Ningshen to Yujian After a short period of time, Frost Blade floated in mid-air somewhat precariously.

Yan Zhengming lightened his hand, and finally came back to his senses. He restrained his mind, and hurriedly let go of his hand to prevent external forces from interfering with Cheng Qian: "No... don't be brave, come closer slowly, slow down, you are flying now Unsteady, go slower."

Of course Cheng Qian didn't dare to be careless. The taste of concentrating on the sword is equivalent to turning the sword into a part of the body. Even if a person is safely on the flat ground, he has to stumble a few times before growing a leg for no reason—not to mention Frost Blade's sword is still a not very honest leg, which he can't completely suppress.

Cheng Qian firmly controlled Zhenyuan, not daring to lose his mind, and slowly brought the Shuangren Sword close to Tang Wanqiu's belt, but just when Yan Zhengming was able to vainly reach out to protect him, something happened again.

A column of water suddenly appeared out of thin air on the surface of the sea, and a big wave was brought up in an instant. Then the sword rushed to the side.

The exclamation in his ears was drowned out in an instant, and Cheng Qian only had time to grab the hilt of his sword, and he had already fallen into the sea. Then, he was slapped condescendingly by the falling waves, and he was immediately unaware of his identity.

Fortunately, he instinctively did not let go of the hand holding the sword. The scabbard of the Frost Edge Sword was missing, and the broken blade was washed by the water, hit Cheng Qian, and opened on his calf unceremoniously. There was a bloody cut, and the wound was killed by the sea water, which woke Cheng Qian up from the pain.

He choked on a few sips of water, hurriedly held his breath with all his strength, and struggled to get up.

Cheng Qian boasted that he had no fear of life and death, but he didn't want to drown in the sea so meaninglessly.

It's a pity that his water skills are really not very good. To put it bluntly, he is sorry for the sea tide sword he is used to. He can still do a few splashes in the small river ditches on the ground, so there is really no way to do it in the sea with big waves.

Trembling, Cheng Qian pinched an unskilled hand formula, and a thin air bubble floated up around him, tremblingly enveloping him in it. Unfortunately, this wave even split Zhenren Tang's belt in two. At the end of the crossbow, the general struggle of depleting true energy is useless at all.

The bubbles kept rising and being smashed by the seawater. Every time they were broken, Cheng Qian had to take several mouthfuls of seawater again. Gradually, his consciousness began to be clear and sometimes blurred. In the end, he was almost blindly ups and downs, unable to thump.

Cheng Qian just felt cold.

The sword was also cold, and the water was also cold, so cold that he almost lost consciousness.

Cheng Qian couldn't help thinking of the funeral of the old man next door he saw in the village when he was young-it seemed to be a previous life-the old lady sewed a thick shroud for the old man, and took all the cotton that had been saved for more than two years. It was stuffed in, and since then, Cheng Qian had his first impression of death.

Death must be extremely cold, he thought.

But this time, Cheng Qian didn't die.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already sunset for another day.

Cheng Qian sat up suddenly, with a sharp pain in his lower back, he almost lay down again, only to find that he was on a large reef, the sword wound on his calf was whitened by the sea water, and he lifted up fiercely to both sides, There was a pale layer of salt frost on the exposed skin.

Only one person behind him said, "Are you still alive?"

Cheng Qian turned his head and saw a "savage" meditating behind him.

The man was even more embarrassed than him, his body was barely covered by his rags, his beard and hair were in a mess, only two eyes were exposed, and his eyes shot at him like lightning.Cheng Qian first looked at this person and felt a little familiar. After recognizing him for a long time, he shouted in shock: "Are you... Wen Ya real person?"

Wen Ya glared at him, and said angrily: "Are you lame or amnesia, what the hell are you calling?"

Cheng Qian's temple hurt like a needle prick. When he first saw an old friend here, thousands of words almost came out of his mouth—about the master, the brother, the island owner, and Zhenren Tang... But only for a moment, after a moment, His heart cleared away the fragility it shouldn't have, and calmed down again.

Cheng Qian restrained those words word by word, swallowed them back together with the salty sea water, respectfully bowed to Gentleman Wen Ya as a junior, then stabbed the Frost Edge Sword aside without a word, sat on the ground and moved Breathe, and restore the true essence exhausted in the sea as soon as possible.

Wen Ya sized him up for a moment, her face couldn't help showing a look of admiration and admiration, and said in her heart: "Xiao Chun told me that this child might be the reincarnation of his master, so it looks a bit like it."

He silently guarded Cheng Qian on one side, for half the night, the sky full of stars hung over the sea like a wash, and the tide receded slightly, revealing most of the original appearance of the reef.

Just as Cheng Qian finished his work, he suddenly heard Master Wen Ya say in his ear: "The 'Unfortunate Death Sword' is unruly and unruly, and it cannot be subdued with emotion and reason. You must have felt it."

Cheng Qian was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "You put this sword in my room, senior?"

Wen Ya sneered: "Really? Thanks to your plague-stricken sect, I couldn't even open the dilapidated inn by the sea because of my relationship with you. I was chased and killed by a group of bastards all the way. I plan to kill you After returning the things that Shimen left with me, I changed to another place and hid before coming out after the limelight, hey, I didn’t expect to come sooner rather than later, just in time for a big event on Qinglong Island.”

Cheng Qian: "This sword belongs to my master?"

Wen Ya sneered: "Fart, how can a dough-like person like your master use such a weapon? It belonged to your master. It fell into my hands by chance many years ago. Your sect was crippled at that time. It is so small that no one can entrust it to me, so I have been keeping it on my behalf. If the person who holds this sword has a heart like a stone, it can kill all directions. If he is a little weak, he will be eaten back by it. He is the number one sword in the world. For those who bully the weak and fear the hard, I think you have a school of 'weasels that lay down mice, one generation is not as good as the next generation', and it is even more shameless in your generation, and you can barely fight it if you pull out the general from the scorpion."

Cheng Qian felt very subtle when he heard this, and felt that this senior was really good at chatting, so he stood up and said goodbye immediately: "Thank you for your help, senior, I still have to go to my senior brother and the others, so I will stay with you for now."

"Wait a minute," Wen Ya stopped him, "Do you know where they are?"

Cheng Qian probably knew that there was only such a small piece of reef in the East China Sea, and Yan Zhengming and the others probably could only land nearby. Although he was not very proficient, he was able to control the sword after all, and he could fly around the nearby waters while the wind was calm. It probably won't be too hard to find.

In the next moment, he was shocked to hear Wen Ya say: "Let me tell you, they are on a deserted island less than five miles away from here. If you go there with a sword, you will be there in just a moment, but I advise you not to go." ——Because Zhou Han happened to be on that island too."

Cheng Qian gave a sudden pause.

Wen Ya continued: "The earthquake in the East China Sea last night affected even you, which means that there is a powerful person who has fallen. Gu Yanxue... well, that little boy surnamed Zhou must have taken advantage of the chaos to evacuate out at that time—hmph, he lost his run. quick."

Cheng Qian was not in such a hurry at first, but after hearing Wen Ya's words, he couldn't hold back any longer. Wen Ya's voice fell away, and he had already risen into the air with the Frost Edge Sword.

Wen Ya didn't expect him to be so impatient, she cursed in a low voice, shot a blue light, released a fairy-binding rope, chased after him, tied Cheng Qian tightly, and fell back onto the rock again.

Wen Ya said angrily: "Are you crazy? Are you looking for death? Who said you were the reincarnation of that old devil, is he blind?"

The words were endless, it was hard for Cheng Qian to understand, and he struggled violently: "I am not, it is the master's mistake - Senior, that Zhou Han's righteousness is not right, I am afraid it will be bad for the senior brother and the others. Raise your hand and let me go."

Wen Ya said: "Don't be ignorant, the white-faced mule surnamed Zhou is not a good guy, but his realm is there. If I was in my prime, maybe I could meet him... you? Heh heh .”

Cheng Qian was unmoved in the slightest: "Thank you for letting me know, senior. Of course I can't beat you, but I can still sneak attack and plot. Please don't embarrass me, senior."

Wen Ya: "..."

He really didn't know how Cheng Qian said these words. If he was sixteen or seventeen years old among ordinary people, he could be regarded as a young man who can stand on his own. The little brat who can't pinch yet.

Wen Ya couldn't figure out how Han Muchun brought up this bastard Cheng Qian—not only did he not have the slightest awe of those who were stronger than himself, but he was also blatantly vicious!

Cheng Qian's heart was already on fire, but because Wen Ya was an old friend of Mu Chun, he didn't turn his face on the spot, and said patiently: "Senior Wen!"

"Sect..." Wen Ya suddenly let out a long sigh, "Boy, you guys can't support Fuyao Mountain with your children."

Cheng Qian didn't know why he had to sing bad words about the Fuyao faction, but he felt relieved when he remembered that he hadn't said a few good words with his master. He didn't argue about it, but just stubbornly looked at Wen Ya for a moment, So he secretly studied the binding rope on his body, intending to find a gap to get out.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, he felt his whole body loosen, and Wen Ya took the Xiansuo back.

Wen Ya said: "According to your age, to be able to reach the step of Yujian is considered outstanding. I have known your master for many years, and I can't let you go to death, so—"

After his words fell, several phantoms suddenly appeared on the reef, and Wen Ya released three distractions.

"If you can get out of my three distractions, I won't stop you anymore," Wen Ya said, "But there are rules, I don't want to see those mandarin ducks and butterflies and fancy swordsmanship of your Fuyao sect, you only allow Choose one move, and you can only use it repeatedly, as long as you can break my distraction, you can plot against anyone you want."

You can only use the same sword move, isn't that just a fight for true energy?

Cheng Qian almost didn't make him laugh--I feel that Senior Wen is a little disrespectful, and he actually proposed to fight for real energy with him. How is that different from an adult wanting to wrestle with a four or five-year-old child?

It's really smelly and shameless.