Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian couldn't help but choked and said: "My cultivation base is low, when I can break through the three distractions of senior with one sword, not to mention my senior brother and their bones are so cold that they are freezing, I am afraid that I will starve to death here first——Wen Senior, please tell me some reason."

Wen Ya was unmoved at all. He glanced at Cheng Qian. Young people were either lonely, angry, unwilling, ambitious, or full of depression. Cheng Qian was more ordinary than ordinary people in terms of the uneasy hostility.

Wen Ya hit him mercilessly and said: "So, you can't even get rid of my distraction, and you still want to fight Zhou Han? What do you rely on? Dreaming?"

Cheng Qian was about to argue, but Wen Ya waved her hand and interrupted him aggressively again: "Restore the sect, if you really want to revive the sect, the most important thing to do now is to find a place to hide and practice hard for three or four hundred years, I see you I don’t dare to shoulder heavy responsibilities alone, so I don’t care about anything and rush forward!”

The corners of Cheng Qian's eyes twitched violently, and then he raised the Frost Edge Sword, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Senior is right, but I don't take the aggressive method."

Wen Ya said in her heart, this is a stone in a latrine, it is smelly and hard, it will be impossible if you don't teach me a lesson.

As a result, his three split shadows jumped up into the air with his heart, and surrounded Cheng Qian in the middle.

Taking the first shot in front of the juniors shows that shopkeeper Wen really has no morals and integrity.

The frost blade in Cheng Qian's hand rushed towards the three distractions like a tidal wave, and the sword energy stirred up the originally calm sea water beside the reef. There was a huge earthquake under the feet, and Wen Ya's three distractions cooperated with each other to form a huge light curtain in the air condescendingly, and it fell towards Cheng Qian like a fishing net.

The sword energy collided with the giant net in mid-air, and with a "bang", the reef was shaken so that stones flew around, almost falling apart on the spot.

Wen Ya's deity sat on the spot, and hurriedly stretched out her hands to perform a tactic to protect the reef under her buttocks, in case she would go to the sea to dance with the fish.

The three distractions had no skill, and they suppressed Cheng Qian's sword energy with brute force, and the net formed by the large light curtain gradually shrank, covering Cheng Qian tightly in it.

Cheng Qian couldn't hold on for a while, and couldn't continue his strength, so he had to avoid the edge for a while, Yu Jian dodged around the field, and took a few heavy breaths.

"Sea Tide Sword," Wen Ya sneered slowly, "With your kindness, how dare you say that you have practiced the Sea Tide Sword?"

He suddenly let out a long howl, and saw that the distractions above his head suddenly turned into a circle of phantoms, and then, the distractions were divided into two, then four, and gradually formed a group, each holding a sword transformed from the void , Countless sharp points pointed at Cheng Qian.

The sword moves of these distracted people are completely different, they are like swarms of flies flying all over the sky, making people dazzled just by looking at them.

Cheng Qian felt nauseous from those chaotic sword lights, and was forced into a panic by the opponent for a while.

That Wen Ya shouted loudly: "Look at the tide under your feet!"

Cheng Qian was startled.

At this time, the sea is as flat as the autumn moon in the distance. Only when you are on this small reef island with a size of one inch, can you feel the snow-white spray rolled up when the stormy waves hit the shore.

The dark tide is no sharper and gentler than any sword in the world, because its source is vast and inexhaustible. The sea is full of rivers and clouds, and it can also enter narrow gaps and spit out fine sand. It will never put all its eggs in one basket...

There is hopelessness everywhere, and there is vitality everywhere.

Gentleman Wen Ya barely gave him time to think, the hundred or so godly swords swept across the sky, and Cheng Qian just realized something, and instinctively swung his sword to resist again, but he always felt that something was wrong , which made the sword not very firm, and the sword intent was out of tune halfway.

He had to avoid Wen Ya's sharp edge again, staggered and landed on the island reef, not daring to stay for a moment, his toes quickly touched the ground, and at the same time, seven or eight sword lights chased and blocked him, and the places he passed immediately left behind. One by one scorched black.

This forced and hasty escape shattered the little realization that Cheng Qian had finally brewed in his heart, and pinned him to his chest.

And at this moment, he heard Master Wen Ya shout again: "Look at yourself again!"

There was a buzzing sound in Cheng Qian's ear, and he loosened his grip on the sword, almost dropping the Frost Edge Sword that hadn't let go when he almost drowned.

These years on Qinglong Island, he only cared about honing his true essence and swordsmanship. He dreamed at midnight that he would trample Zhou Hanzheng and his ilk under his feet. .

He wrapped his fragile spine with full of arrogance, fearing that if he walked too slowly, his seniors would be bullied by someone.

Cheng Qian hates words like "soul flying and soul scattering", he always feels that the master is just scattered among the mountains, rivers and five lakes, not dead, but looking at him everywhere, he is constantly terrified by those imaginary eyes .

Wen Ya: "Go!"

Cheng Qian stopped abruptly, and the frost-edged sword in his hand met him head-on like flowing clouds and flowing water. At least at that moment, he felt that the sword in his hand was not only connected to himself, but also connected to the world.

A person has practiced for a lifetime, and there are three thousand ways, which can be summed up in one sentence, isn't it just "look at the world, and then look at yourself"?

The impetuousness in Cheng Qian's sword intention disappeared, and it was different from the real peaceful Zhongzheng. At this time, his sword energy was almost dim, but it was full of continuous power.This time, he didn't have the rage that seemed to overturn the island, but the cold sword energy of the Frost Blade Penetrated into the light curtain.

The sword intent and the light curtain were eliminated layer by layer, unexpectedly "melting" Wen Ya's distraction into it.

Cheng Qian suddenly pressed the Frost Edge Sword down, retreating as an advance, but in an instant he chased after it, as if "a wave is not flat, and another wave rises again", only to hear a burst of "beeping" like a burst of lanterns. Wen Ya's last distraction disappeared one by one. In a blink of an eye, the light curtain was swallowed up by the frost-like sword energy, and the island and reef suddenly fell silent, leaving only Cheng Qian and Yi Yi who seemed to be enlightened The real Wen Ya sitting cross-legged looked at each other in blank dismay.

It wasn't until this time that Cheng Qian felt that he had encountered the true meaning of "Sea Chao Sword" for the first time.

For so many years, he once again involuntarily fell into samadhi because of his comprehension, and the fresh air from all directions with the cool sea breeze immediately poured into his meridians undoubtedly. Turn around on his own, but after a while, it seems that most of the hidden wounds on his body have healed.

When Cheng Qian woke up from this samadhi, Dongfang was already pale. Although it took a long time, Cheng Qian still bowed to Wen Ya with a complicated expression, and said, "Thank you, senior."

Wen Ya closed her eyes slightly, but said in her mouth: "I don't know what's going on with you Fuyao faction, a weak-minded and always benevolent woman who uses the sword to enter the Tao, an extreme and stubborn person who uses the sword to take the edge Things come from the heart, boy, your roots are here, but these years you have been blindly focusing on the corners, aren't you afraid of going astray?"

Cheng Qian bowed his head silently, speechless for a while.

All the exercises taught in the lecture hall are formulas, and the senior brother in charge can't control him. No one has ever pointed out a clear way for him as an elder—even if someone wants to, with his overly arrogant character, he can't control him. Not necessarily listen to it.

"It will run amok and show its teeth and claws at every turn. Do you think you are a crab?" Wen Ya said angrily, "What use is that flat-shelled animal other than cooking the meat and drinking it?"

Cheng Qian couldn't help but bury his head lower for a moment, but when he heard Wen Ya's real person say this, he swallowed clearly-this senior who should have been bigu actually said that he was greedy!

Cheng Qian: "..."

Wen Ya met Shang Chengqian's strange gaze, and immediately turned into anger from embarrassment: "Whatever you look at, it's not all of you, making me unable to return home, bastard, useless thing!"

Cheng Qian hurriedly lowered his head and said obediently, "Yes."

After a while, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Senior, can I go?"

Wen Ya was stunned by him, he finally learned Cheng Qian's stubbornness, whether it was a state or understanding, it seemed to be a foreign matter to this brat, and in his eyes, it was nothing compared to Cheng Qian's stubbornness. His fellow disciples and brothers have a hair on them.

Wen Ya said with a straight face: "People who cultivate immortals have gone through all kinds of hardships and disasters, and only when they are struck by thunder can they find a trace of life in the gaps in the heavens. Relatives are indifferent, friends are like water, and they are always lonely, so they can be peaceful. You have so many distracting thoughts in your heart." , how can you get on the road?"

Cheng Qian replied without hesitation: "Why do you seek longevity after living such a miserable life? Is it for a longer period of misery? Senior, my master's way is not like this."

"You preached to me?" Wen Ya looked at him in disbelief, "Just a little thing like you wants to tell me... Well, what is your master's way?"

In fact, Master Mu Chun seldom preaches deliberately. As soon as Cheng Qian said something, he felt a little regretful, and felt that he was brazen, but when Wen Ya forced him to question him, his thoughts changed sharply, and suddenly he was blessed, and blurted out: "My master What I cultivate is 'satisfaction', 'comfort'——Senior, I have nothing to say, but I have been wondering for a long time, is it true that being lonely and suffering for the sake of longevity is what you want?"

Wen Ya stopped him for a moment.

Cheng Qian was worried about Yan Zhengming and the others, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he clasped his fists and wanted to walk away with his sword.

But Wen Ya suddenly raised her head again and stopped him: "Wait!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Ya stared at Cheng Qian with a very complicated gaze for a while, and said slowly: "Even if you practiced sword all night, it's just a little bit of progress, is it possible that you are still trying to reach the sky in one step? You can't beat Zhou Hanzheng, come here, I'll give you something."

Cheng Qian was startled, only to see that Wen Ya suddenly pointed to the center of his eyebrows, his expression was painful, but he was muttering something, and a cloud of blue light gradually forced out from the center of his eyebrows.

As the blue light slowly overflowed, Wen Ya's complexion visibly deteriorated to the naked eye, revealing a faint lifelessness.

Cheng Qian has a rather unique personality. He usually doesn't like to make friends with others, and he doesn't like to discuss with others when things happen. He has never expected anyone to lend a helping hand to him, let alone such a helper who is obviously self-destructive.

Although he didn't know what the blue light was, he also saw that Wen Ya's condition was not good, so he hurriedly stopped him: "Senior Wen, you don't have to..."

He didn't finish his sentence, only to hear Wen Ya's soft scolding, and he grabbed the whole ball of blue light in his hand, the light became brighter and then dimmed again, only to see a piece of jade lying in the palm of Wen Ya's hand, the whole body Translucent and very moist.

Wen Ya lowered her head to look at the jade in her hand with complicated eyes, and suddenly smiled and said: "I had no way to seek immortality and ask the way, and my qualifications were not good, and Qinglong Island refused to accept it. Fortunately, a friend gave me this jade , this is called 'juling jade', into the body of a mortal, it can make it skip the long process before leading the qi into the body, and directly step into the fairy gate. It's just relying on foreign objects to enter the Tao, and the cultivating spirit poured out of the elixir The reason is no different, the cultivation base is always on the surface of the water - it's no fun to practice like this, it just happens to be useful for dealing with Zhou Han, so I'll give it to you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand unexpectedly, and Cheng Qian couldn't dodge in time, feeling a gust of fresh air hit his chest, and it sank into his body in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt as if he had been poured with cold water, a chill poured from his head to his feet, and the circulation of the true energy in his stomach was immediately disrupted, and he was speechless for a while.

Seeing his distorted description for a while, Master Wen Ya couldn't help laughing wildly, and said, "Don't worry, this thing is not harmful to you, but it's probably useless in the short term—this Juling Jade has been nurtured by me for many years. If you use it Right, you can suppress Zhou Hanzheng's realm for a moment, didn't you just say that you can't beat it and plot against it? Since you can't improve your realm, it's the same to suppress others."

After finishing speaking, he cast another golden incantation in his hand. This time, the incantation sank into the center of Cheng Qian's eyebrows: "This is the motivating method, remember it."

Cheng Qian was speechless for a while, Wen Ya saw the greenness between his eyebrows gradually dissipating, knowing that the Juling Jade had completely integrated into his body, she nodded and said: "Okay, get out, don't die."

Cheng Qian was already able to concentrate on controlling the sword, and Ju Lingyu was just an ordinary magic weapon when it penetrated into his body, but real Wen Ya was different. Even if Cheng Qian was ignorant, he could still hear it at this time—this is Wen Ya. What a real person enters the Tao is the foundation of all his cultivation.

Look at the gentle and elegant man again, since he took out the Juling Jade, his beard and hair have turned half white in an instant.

Heaven and man are not old, this is clearly a manifestation of his retreat in cultivation.

"I..." Cheng Qian didn't know what to say, "I can't have this, senior...this..."

"Shut up, you've come into Taoism with something foreign, and you think I have a long face?" Wen Ya shouted, "If I hadn't been chased and killed by those bastards all the way and hurt my foundation, I would have killed that little boy with my own hands—here you Just take it, get out!"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves violently, and the sand on the reef was lifted by him, and he threw Cheng Qian's face, then Wen Ya jumped, and plunged into the water, waiting for Cheng Qian to rush over, just I saw the back of a big fish flashing across the sea, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Qian hurriedly controlled the sky with his sword, he didn't know whether it was because his sword skills had improved the night before, or because he had an extra spirit-gathering jade on his body, he was much more comfortable walking with the sword.

However, the real Wen Ya was nowhere to be found.

Cheng Qian glanced around in vain, so he sighed secretly, keeping this affection in his heart whether it was a chance encounter or for the face of his elders, and turned to look for Yan Zhengming and the others.

Yan Zhengming and the others' journey was purely due to a leaky house and continuous night rain.

After the road was washed away by the flood, Yan Zhengming almost jumped down with Cheng Qian, but fortunately he was held down by Li Yun and Han Yuan desperately.The group of people walked forward for a while after many disasters, and the cloth belts under their feet were exactly as the master Tang Wanqiu said, they died before they could last long, and they were forced to land on a deserted island halfway.

The distraught look of the eldest brother was a bit frightening, and he looked like he was about to lose his mind, so Li Yun could only persuade him: "Since Xiaoqian is already able to control the sword, is it possible that he will still be drowned? Wait for him at the bonfire, he will find the fireworks when he sees them."

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear to it. Ever since he lost Cheng Qian, he has been fidgeting all the time.

He glanced from afar, then stood up suddenly and said: "The sea has calmed down, you stay, I will go find him."

Li Yun was in a state of desperation and hurried to stop him, but before he had time to make up the objection he was about to publish, someone had already stopped Yan Zhengming on his behalf——when Li Yun landed, he had put a circle of potion spots on the deserted island early The melted golden clam, now his toad water has been improved several times, and it has been maintained for a long time, and it can also communicate with each other - the arrangement of these things was originally waiting for Cheng Qian, but he unexpectedly discovered Zhou Hanzheng first.

Unlike their group who ran away in embarrassment, although Zhou Hanzheng was also running away, he was running away contentedly. With his high-spirited appearance, he couldn't see at all how he felt when he folded most of his men on Qinglong Island.

But even if there are only two or three masked people left around Zhou Hanzheng, Zhou Hanzheng alone is not something their disabled and young group can handle.

What's more unfortunate is that Zhou Hanzheng is very cautious. As soon as he stepped on the island, he immediately found the things Li Yun put on the shore.

"Come on," Han Yuan observed carefully through the eyes of the avatar, and whispered, "He may have found someone on the island."

"It's okay." At the moment of the crisis, Yan Zhengming had no choice but to suppress his desire to go out and find Cheng Qian immediately, "Bitches are afraid of death, and this time he will know that we are in the dark, and he will only be more frightened than us. We have to let him Can't figure out our routine——Li Yun, don't stop the formation, keep doing it!"

Li Yun gritted his teeth and busily buried his head in the matter at hand. That was what he learned from an unorthodox miscellaneous book, mainly stones and branches, supplemented by corresponding spells, can create a psychedelic world, and I don't know if it can trap Zhou Hanzheng How long, but a delay is a moment.

The island is not very big, and Zhou Han could have directly scanned it with his divine sense, but this person was indeed, as Yan Zhengming said, too cautious, and did not dare to act rashly at the beginning, allowing Li Yun's bluffing illusion to play a role.In this way, the two sides tested each other for a whole night on this small island.