Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect
Chapter 48
Sometimes, a certain moment will become very long, as if it can't be finished.
In a lifetime, a person may have to experience such a special length of time several times, for example, when death is imminent.
Instinctively, Cheng Qian's frost blade turned backwards and flew into the air, until he turned his head and saw the face of the person behind him——Han Yuan.
There were many reasons why Han Yuan suddenly ran behind him, maybe he wanted to watch the excitement, or maybe he wanted to kick that Zhou Hanzheng, and use a few words to get rid of his addiction... No one would guard against him.
At this time, his fourth junior brother's eyes were the same blood red as those of the casual cultivators on Qinglong Island, his familiar face was covered with black air, and his facial features were all distorted. On, too much force, the phalanx was broken, but he didn't know the pain.
The same goes for the loose cultivators on the island who have suffered from painting spirits—let alone the pain, they don't even know they're dead.
Cheng Qian stared at Han Yuan with a face full of astonishment, feeling that all his true energy and vitality were pouring out from the hole in his chest, and what leaked out was his full of joy and anger. Believe it or not.
Han Yuan looked back at him unconsciously, then pulled his hand out of Cheng Qian's chest abruptly, spattering blood and flesh on his face, he watched Cheng Qian fall at his feet numbly.
Cheng Qian had been staring at him closely, his limbs twitched unconsciously, the blood on his face seemed to gather around his eyes, but he couldn't say a word.
In the past ten years, all the pains and joys that have been burdened in life have become faded trivialities and have fallen into the absurdity of "fate should be like this".
Finally, the Frost Blade Sword that was already on Han Yuan's neck trembled violently, and fell to the ground like iron, only scratching Han Yuan's shallow layer of oily skin.
This incident was like a rabbit rising and falling, and everyone was stunned. It was not until the puddle first cried out that Yan Zhengming woke up like a dream. He maintained the movement of half kneeling on the ground just now, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead. I was so stiff that I couldn't even stand up.
Li Yun, who has always been a rabbit, suddenly became overwhelmed and forgot all about the horrors of those casual cultivators on the island, so he rushed up desperately and pushed Han Yuan away.
Han Yuan was pushed back by him and stumbled backwards, but he didn't know how to get up, and his eyes turned blankly there. If it wasn't for his chest still rising and falling, he would have looked like a fresh corpse.
"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian..." Li Yun's eyes were blurred by tears, and he knelt beside Cheng Qian helplessly, stroking his body aimlessly with one hand, as if he was still holding a trace of her. Luckily, I tried to find something that could save my life.
Cheng Qian was lying on his side on the ground, like a dry and dying fish, probably because he heard Li Yun's voice, his slightly dilated pupils suddenly regained a little spirit like a flash of light, and then, the Frost Blade Sword flew into the air like a dead body Then, he brushed past Li Yun, almost freezing the tears on Li Yun's face into ice, and sank directly into Zhou Hanzheng's heavenly cover behind him.
This sword and this person seem to have really responded to the phrase "a man is as determined as iron".
Zhou Han was struggling to get rid of Ju Lingyu, and he tried his best to mobilize the "painting soul" that had been put on Han Yuan's body before, and it was basically an account. After suffering like this, the scourge of a generation finally came to an end.
Cheng Qian had a special connection with Shuang Ren, Zhou Han was dying under his sword, he didn't need to check, he knew it.
The boy showed a little smile under the bloody face—he finally killed this Zhou. As long as they are more careful in the future, no one outside will know that they belong to the Fuyao faction, and no one will compare the fakes on Fuyao Mountain. , The idea of an ambiguous treasure hit them...
Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, almost feeling that he could retire.He turned his face slightly to the ground, as if a person was about to die and was instinctively looking for a destination.
At this time, Li Yun exclaimed: "Han Yuan! What are you doing?"
Just because Zhou Hanzheng died, Han Yuan, who was like a puppet, twitched fiercely, but he didn't know what had happened to him. Han Yuan didn't fully wake up. His eyes turned around in a daze, and when they fell on Cheng Qian, , the expression on his face struggled for a while, as if the real Han Yuan was desperately fighting for control of his body.
But he couldn't wake up in the end.
Han Yuan suddenly stood up from his spot, and walked straight into the sea without even looking at his brothers from the same school on the island.
Li Yun was crying so hard that he squeezed a hand formula that he didn't know if it was right or not, and waved his hand to hit Han Yuan on the back. He saw countless tiny spider threads protruding from his palm, binding Han Yuan tightly. In the middle, he shouted, "Stop!"
Han Yuan ignorantly let those spider threads cut scars on his body. Li Yun gritted his teeth and contracted his five fingers fiercely, trying to pull him back, but at this moment, Han Yuan suddenly felt A fire broke out for no reason, and the tongue of flames did not know where it came from. In a blink of an eye, the spider silk wrapped around Li Yun's body and his own clothes were burned away. Immediately, Han Yuan, who was not restrained by anyone, was naked like this. He leaped naked and plunged into the vast sea, and never came out again.
Cheng Qian didn't know about this series of things, all his senses were becoming dull, and they all focused on the pain. A pair of cold hands stretched out and lifted him up, and the man's fingers trembled Caressed his face.
Strange to say, at this moment, Cheng Qian couldn't even smell the bloody smell all over the ground, but he smelled the orchid fragrance strangely.
This is the smell coming from his sleeves every time the elder brother applied medicine to him, it was the faint smell overflowing from the brocade quilt every time he stayed in the elder brother's room, every time he lingered around him, he seemed to be drowsy .
Cheng Qian's consciousness began to blur, and the clarity that he had just died and dragged Zhou Han on his back was fleeting, and he was so confused that he almost forgot where he was.
"I..." Cheng Qian whispered like a mosquito.
Yan Zhengming lowered his head and slowly put his ear close to his lips: "Huh?"
"……I want to go home……"
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and then showed a smile that seemed sad and happy.
He staggered and stood up with Cheng Qian in his arms, and said softly, "Okay, go home, senior brother will take you back to Fuyao Mountain, let's go."
Cheng Qian seemed to have smiled, and gradually began to lose the strength to speak, so he fell silent.
At the same time, he suddenly thought in a wild way: "It really hurts. Death hurts so much, so is life the same?"
Later he remembered that when he was born, it seemed that his own mother pained him on his behalf.
All of a sudden, Cheng Qian's resentment towards his parents and everyone else disappeared, and even his ups and downs and being dependent on others in his short life were all melted into the faint fragrance of orchids.
Finally, Cheng Qian's head suddenly lost its support and fell powerlessly on Yan Zhengming's shoulder.
Since it is called the fate of the world, it is like a hustle and bustle, coming and going, and cannot be chased.
Li Yun scrambled to catch up: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Let him go, Xiao Qian is gone!"
Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, Li Yun grabbed his arm: "Brother!"
Yan Zhengming's footsteps paused slightly, and he turned his head to look at him quietly without shedding a single tear. Li Yun's heart rose to his throat for a moment, lest he say "the copper coin is asleep, don't make noise".
Right now, with this death and disappearance, if another crazy person comes, Li Yun simply doesn't know what to do.He took half a step back and said in a trembling voice, "Eldest senior brother, don't scare me."
"I know." Yan Zhengming lowered his eyes and whispered to himself, "I'm not crazy, please tell my junior sister not to cry."
Li Yun was even more flustered when he heard this, because it seemed that the eldest brother was crazy.
"Go get water." Yan Zhengming ordered, and without looking back, he carried Cheng Qian's body and walked towards the middle of the deserted island, saying, "Let him be clean...then we will find a way to make a boat .”
Li Yun asked blankly: "Where are you going by boat?"
Yan Zhengming: "Go back to the Yan family first, but I guess the Yan family is gone. Although my family is rich, it is still full of mortals. Getting rid of them is no different from setting up an ant nest... I just saw it with my own eyes. Look, it’s gone, so I don’t worry about it anymore.”
Li Yun suddenly felt chills all over. On the way here, they were still deceiving themselves that Xueqing's puppet charm was just lost, she was fine, and of course there was no problem with the Yan family. With reservations, he accepted all the bad news that might be thrown at him in this world.
Zhe Shi put down the puddle silently, quickly found water with his hands and feet, and helped Yan Zhengming put Cheng Qian down, washing the boy's blood.After doing all this, Yan Zhengming still felt that Cheng Qian's disheveled clothes were a bit wronged, so he took off his robe and wrapped Cheng Qian up.
Yan Zhengming half-kneeled beside Cheng Qian, staring blankly at that face for a long time, as if seeing the despair floating in his heart.
Yan Zhengming suddenly thought: "Why am I still alive, why not go with him?"
With this thought, the true energy in his body immediately reversed, and Yan Zhengming's face was suddenly covered with an ominous color, which was vaguely a sign of madness.There are thousands of grievances in his heart rising and falling, strung together without head and tail into a net, tightly encircling his three souls and seven souls, Zhou Hanzheng, Tang Yao, Bai Ji... Countless faces flashed in front of his eyes Pass.
"Why don't they die?" Yan Zhengming murmured suddenly, "Is the so-called way of heaven to let shameless people live a long life?"
Zhe Shi, who was closest to him, immediately felt something was wrong, and whispered, "Master?"
Yan Zhengming's gaze turned to him slowly, the peach blossom eyes he was used to seeing and always smiling were like dry wells with bottomless eyes, so dark that the edge could not be seen, Yan Zhengming suddenly laughed softly, and paused every word Said: "If I have attained the Tao, I will also be unscrupulous, kill indiscriminately, and plunder by force. Whoever dares to block my way, I will cut him into pieces, and he will never be reborn. Regardless of whether he is a god or a Buddha." !"
Li Yun was shocked: "Brother, what are you talking about?"
"Why?" Yan Zhengming's voice was low in his hoarse voice, "Why!"
Before he finished speaking, a layer of black air had already risen around his body, and a circle of sand and gravel rose up in response. No one else could get close to him for a while, Li Yun rashly stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, but before he touched anyone, he was already bounced away After taking three or four steps, he sat down on the ground.
Zheshi didn't know what to do, so he could only look at Li Yun eagerly.
Li Yun jumped up from the ground, and said sternly: "Yan Zhengming! Something happened to Xiaoqian, Xiaoyuan was lost, and you are heartless and sad when you think I am? I would rather be the one who dies!"
Li Yun's personality was not very sharp since he was a child, and he was bad even if he was bad. As he grew older, he seldom lost his temper with harsh words, so the little rage that had finally accumulated was vented in a few sentences, and then exhausted. , Li Yun finished jumping, took a deep breath with red eyes, and then said in a crying voice what he had been unwilling to admit for many years: "At least Xiaoqian is much better than me."
It's a pity that he confides his heart on a rare occasion, but in the end he played the piano to the cow. Yan Zhengming seemed to be deaf. Jun was forced to take a few steps back, just bumping into the puddle that was thrown aside and left unattended.
The puddle hugged his thigh helplessly, but within a few days, her bulging face had visibly thinned and turned into a small ball, her chin was as sharp as the two buttocks on her neck. The soul needle was exactly the same, Li Yun glanced at her, suddenly squatted down and pressed her shoulder, and said hastily: "Lend me the soul search needle!"
Before the puddle could react, Li Yun had already pulled down a soul-searching needle, snapped open the cork of the needle, and waved it at Yan Zhengming.
The puddle was stunned, and with her scream, the soul-searching needle plunged straight into the black mist, and pierced Yan Zhengming's shoulder exactly.
The thick black mist dissipated quickly, Yan Zhengming let out a muffled snort, and threw himself forward, lying on Cheng Qian's body, unable to get up for a while.
Li Yun rushed up immediately, quickly pulled out the poisonous needle, cut off the blood flow of Yan Zhengming, and shot in with a ray of true energy, forcing out all the poisonous blood that hadn't had time to spread, until the black blood that flowed out was reddish, he didn't Heaving a sigh of relief, he took out a bottle of detoxification pill soaked in seawater from his bosom, pushed the motionless Yan Zhengming, and said in a low voice, "I told you that you shouldn't... I have no choice but to take the detoxification pill first, brother." Come down."
Yan Zhengming didn't raise his head, Li Yun waited for a while, but didn't get an answer, so he carefully put his hand on Yan Zhengming's uninjured shoulder, only then could he feel the elder brother's body trembling like a rustling leaf.
Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian's already cold body tightly, crying bitterly.
They stayed on the island for half a month, and a canoe engraved with rough spells was finally finished. There can only barely be two people in the canoe. Fortunately, the puddle is still small, so they can make do with it. Yan Zhengming You can fend off the sword, but you can barely walk along.He pulled a piece of cloth, wrapped Cheng Qian's Frost Blade Sword and took it with him. The luggage couldn't be simpler.
"Brother Sect Leader, let's go." Li Yun reminded.
Yan Zhengming nodded, and took a final look back at this little-known deserted island. His brows, which were originally exasperated with youth, seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom overnight, as if a square inch of years Being infinitely stretched, in just a moment, the boy has been reborn and grown into an adult.
Yan Zhengming looked towards the island, his eyebrows suddenly curved, revealing a bit of heavy tenderness: "One day, when we can return to Fuyao Mountain in a fair manner, I will come to pick you up, okay?"
Naturally, no one answered him.
Yan Zhengming carried the Frost Blade rolled up in rags behind his back, stepped on his saber with the corner open, and walked away with the sword.
The sea and the sky are the same color, and both places are vast.
Volume Three Backfired
In a lifetime, a person may have to experience such a special length of time several times, for example, when death is imminent.
Instinctively, Cheng Qian's frost blade turned backwards and flew into the air, until he turned his head and saw the face of the person behind him——Han Yuan.
There were many reasons why Han Yuan suddenly ran behind him, maybe he wanted to watch the excitement, or maybe he wanted to kick that Zhou Hanzheng, and use a few words to get rid of his addiction... No one would guard against him.
At this time, his fourth junior brother's eyes were the same blood red as those of the casual cultivators on Qinglong Island, his familiar face was covered with black air, and his facial features were all distorted. On, too much force, the phalanx was broken, but he didn't know the pain.
The same goes for the loose cultivators on the island who have suffered from painting spirits—let alone the pain, they don't even know they're dead.
Cheng Qian stared at Han Yuan with a face full of astonishment, feeling that all his true energy and vitality were pouring out from the hole in his chest, and what leaked out was his full of joy and anger. Believe it or not.
Han Yuan looked back at him unconsciously, then pulled his hand out of Cheng Qian's chest abruptly, spattering blood and flesh on his face, he watched Cheng Qian fall at his feet numbly.
Cheng Qian had been staring at him closely, his limbs twitched unconsciously, the blood on his face seemed to gather around his eyes, but he couldn't say a word.
In the past ten years, all the pains and joys that have been burdened in life have become faded trivialities and have fallen into the absurdity of "fate should be like this".
Finally, the Frost Blade Sword that was already on Han Yuan's neck trembled violently, and fell to the ground like iron, only scratching Han Yuan's shallow layer of oily skin.
This incident was like a rabbit rising and falling, and everyone was stunned. It was not until the puddle first cried out that Yan Zhengming woke up like a dream. He maintained the movement of half kneeling on the ground just now, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead. I was so stiff that I couldn't even stand up.
Li Yun, who has always been a rabbit, suddenly became overwhelmed and forgot all about the horrors of those casual cultivators on the island, so he rushed up desperately and pushed Han Yuan away.
Han Yuan was pushed back by him and stumbled backwards, but he didn't know how to get up, and his eyes turned blankly there. If it wasn't for his chest still rising and falling, he would have looked like a fresh corpse.
"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian..." Li Yun's eyes were blurred by tears, and he knelt beside Cheng Qian helplessly, stroking his body aimlessly with one hand, as if he was still holding a trace of her. Luckily, I tried to find something that could save my life.
Cheng Qian was lying on his side on the ground, like a dry and dying fish, probably because he heard Li Yun's voice, his slightly dilated pupils suddenly regained a little spirit like a flash of light, and then, the Frost Blade Sword flew into the air like a dead body Then, he brushed past Li Yun, almost freezing the tears on Li Yun's face into ice, and sank directly into Zhou Hanzheng's heavenly cover behind him.
This sword and this person seem to have really responded to the phrase "a man is as determined as iron".
Zhou Han was struggling to get rid of Ju Lingyu, and he tried his best to mobilize the "painting soul" that had been put on Han Yuan's body before, and it was basically an account. After suffering like this, the scourge of a generation finally came to an end.
Cheng Qian had a special connection with Shuang Ren, Zhou Han was dying under his sword, he didn't need to check, he knew it.
The boy showed a little smile under the bloody face—he finally killed this Zhou. As long as they are more careful in the future, no one outside will know that they belong to the Fuyao faction, and no one will compare the fakes on Fuyao Mountain. , The idea of an ambiguous treasure hit them...
Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, almost feeling that he could retire.He turned his face slightly to the ground, as if a person was about to die and was instinctively looking for a destination.
At this time, Li Yun exclaimed: "Han Yuan! What are you doing?"
Just because Zhou Hanzheng died, Han Yuan, who was like a puppet, twitched fiercely, but he didn't know what had happened to him. Han Yuan didn't fully wake up. His eyes turned around in a daze, and when they fell on Cheng Qian, , the expression on his face struggled for a while, as if the real Han Yuan was desperately fighting for control of his body.
But he couldn't wake up in the end.
Han Yuan suddenly stood up from his spot, and walked straight into the sea without even looking at his brothers from the same school on the island.
Li Yun was crying so hard that he squeezed a hand formula that he didn't know if it was right or not, and waved his hand to hit Han Yuan on the back. He saw countless tiny spider threads protruding from his palm, binding Han Yuan tightly. In the middle, he shouted, "Stop!"
Han Yuan ignorantly let those spider threads cut scars on his body. Li Yun gritted his teeth and contracted his five fingers fiercely, trying to pull him back, but at this moment, Han Yuan suddenly felt A fire broke out for no reason, and the tongue of flames did not know where it came from. In a blink of an eye, the spider silk wrapped around Li Yun's body and his own clothes were burned away. Immediately, Han Yuan, who was not restrained by anyone, was naked like this. He leaped naked and plunged into the vast sea, and never came out again.
Cheng Qian didn't know about this series of things, all his senses were becoming dull, and they all focused on the pain. A pair of cold hands stretched out and lifted him up, and the man's fingers trembled Caressed his face.
Strange to say, at this moment, Cheng Qian couldn't even smell the bloody smell all over the ground, but he smelled the orchid fragrance strangely.
This is the smell coming from his sleeves every time the elder brother applied medicine to him, it was the faint smell overflowing from the brocade quilt every time he stayed in the elder brother's room, every time he lingered around him, he seemed to be drowsy .
Cheng Qian's consciousness began to blur, and the clarity that he had just died and dragged Zhou Han on his back was fleeting, and he was so confused that he almost forgot where he was.
"I..." Cheng Qian whispered like a mosquito.
Yan Zhengming lowered his head and slowly put his ear close to his lips: "Huh?"
"……I want to go home……"
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and then showed a smile that seemed sad and happy.
He staggered and stood up with Cheng Qian in his arms, and said softly, "Okay, go home, senior brother will take you back to Fuyao Mountain, let's go."
Cheng Qian seemed to have smiled, and gradually began to lose the strength to speak, so he fell silent.
At the same time, he suddenly thought in a wild way: "It really hurts. Death hurts so much, so is life the same?"
Later he remembered that when he was born, it seemed that his own mother pained him on his behalf.
All of a sudden, Cheng Qian's resentment towards his parents and everyone else disappeared, and even his ups and downs and being dependent on others in his short life were all melted into the faint fragrance of orchids.
Finally, Cheng Qian's head suddenly lost its support and fell powerlessly on Yan Zhengming's shoulder.
Since it is called the fate of the world, it is like a hustle and bustle, coming and going, and cannot be chased.
Li Yun scrambled to catch up: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Let him go, Xiao Qian is gone!"
Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, Li Yun grabbed his arm: "Brother!"
Yan Zhengming's footsteps paused slightly, and he turned his head to look at him quietly without shedding a single tear. Li Yun's heart rose to his throat for a moment, lest he say "the copper coin is asleep, don't make noise".
Right now, with this death and disappearance, if another crazy person comes, Li Yun simply doesn't know what to do.He took half a step back and said in a trembling voice, "Eldest senior brother, don't scare me."
"I know." Yan Zhengming lowered his eyes and whispered to himself, "I'm not crazy, please tell my junior sister not to cry."
Li Yun was even more flustered when he heard this, because it seemed that the eldest brother was crazy.
"Go get water." Yan Zhengming ordered, and without looking back, he carried Cheng Qian's body and walked towards the middle of the deserted island, saying, "Let him be clean...then we will find a way to make a boat .”
Li Yun asked blankly: "Where are you going by boat?"
Yan Zhengming: "Go back to the Yan family first, but I guess the Yan family is gone. Although my family is rich, it is still full of mortals. Getting rid of them is no different from setting up an ant nest... I just saw it with my own eyes. Look, it’s gone, so I don’t worry about it anymore.”
Li Yun suddenly felt chills all over. On the way here, they were still deceiving themselves that Xueqing's puppet charm was just lost, she was fine, and of course there was no problem with the Yan family. With reservations, he accepted all the bad news that might be thrown at him in this world.
Zhe Shi put down the puddle silently, quickly found water with his hands and feet, and helped Yan Zhengming put Cheng Qian down, washing the boy's blood.After doing all this, Yan Zhengming still felt that Cheng Qian's disheveled clothes were a bit wronged, so he took off his robe and wrapped Cheng Qian up.
Yan Zhengming half-kneeled beside Cheng Qian, staring blankly at that face for a long time, as if seeing the despair floating in his heart.
Yan Zhengming suddenly thought: "Why am I still alive, why not go with him?"
With this thought, the true energy in his body immediately reversed, and Yan Zhengming's face was suddenly covered with an ominous color, which was vaguely a sign of madness.There are thousands of grievances in his heart rising and falling, strung together without head and tail into a net, tightly encircling his three souls and seven souls, Zhou Hanzheng, Tang Yao, Bai Ji... Countless faces flashed in front of his eyes Pass.
"Why don't they die?" Yan Zhengming murmured suddenly, "Is the so-called way of heaven to let shameless people live a long life?"
Zhe Shi, who was closest to him, immediately felt something was wrong, and whispered, "Master?"
Yan Zhengming's gaze turned to him slowly, the peach blossom eyes he was used to seeing and always smiling were like dry wells with bottomless eyes, so dark that the edge could not be seen, Yan Zhengming suddenly laughed softly, and paused every word Said: "If I have attained the Tao, I will also be unscrupulous, kill indiscriminately, and plunder by force. Whoever dares to block my way, I will cut him into pieces, and he will never be reborn. Regardless of whether he is a god or a Buddha." !"
Li Yun was shocked: "Brother, what are you talking about?"
"Why?" Yan Zhengming's voice was low in his hoarse voice, "Why!"
Before he finished speaking, a layer of black air had already risen around his body, and a circle of sand and gravel rose up in response. No one else could get close to him for a while, Li Yun rashly stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, but before he touched anyone, he was already bounced away After taking three or four steps, he sat down on the ground.
Zheshi didn't know what to do, so he could only look at Li Yun eagerly.
Li Yun jumped up from the ground, and said sternly: "Yan Zhengming! Something happened to Xiaoqian, Xiaoyuan was lost, and you are heartless and sad when you think I am? I would rather be the one who dies!"
Li Yun's personality was not very sharp since he was a child, and he was bad even if he was bad. As he grew older, he seldom lost his temper with harsh words, so the little rage that had finally accumulated was vented in a few sentences, and then exhausted. , Li Yun finished jumping, took a deep breath with red eyes, and then said in a crying voice what he had been unwilling to admit for many years: "At least Xiaoqian is much better than me."
It's a pity that he confides his heart on a rare occasion, but in the end he played the piano to the cow. Yan Zhengming seemed to be deaf. Jun was forced to take a few steps back, just bumping into the puddle that was thrown aside and left unattended.
The puddle hugged his thigh helplessly, but within a few days, her bulging face had visibly thinned and turned into a small ball, her chin was as sharp as the two buttocks on her neck. The soul needle was exactly the same, Li Yun glanced at her, suddenly squatted down and pressed her shoulder, and said hastily: "Lend me the soul search needle!"
Before the puddle could react, Li Yun had already pulled down a soul-searching needle, snapped open the cork of the needle, and waved it at Yan Zhengming.
The puddle was stunned, and with her scream, the soul-searching needle plunged straight into the black mist, and pierced Yan Zhengming's shoulder exactly.
The thick black mist dissipated quickly, Yan Zhengming let out a muffled snort, and threw himself forward, lying on Cheng Qian's body, unable to get up for a while.
Li Yun rushed up immediately, quickly pulled out the poisonous needle, cut off the blood flow of Yan Zhengming, and shot in with a ray of true energy, forcing out all the poisonous blood that hadn't had time to spread, until the black blood that flowed out was reddish, he didn't Heaving a sigh of relief, he took out a bottle of detoxification pill soaked in seawater from his bosom, pushed the motionless Yan Zhengming, and said in a low voice, "I told you that you shouldn't... I have no choice but to take the detoxification pill first, brother." Come down."
Yan Zhengming didn't raise his head, Li Yun waited for a while, but didn't get an answer, so he carefully put his hand on Yan Zhengming's uninjured shoulder, only then could he feel the elder brother's body trembling like a rustling leaf.
Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian's already cold body tightly, crying bitterly.
They stayed on the island for half a month, and a canoe engraved with rough spells was finally finished. There can only barely be two people in the canoe. Fortunately, the puddle is still small, so they can make do with it. Yan Zhengming You can fend off the sword, but you can barely walk along.He pulled a piece of cloth, wrapped Cheng Qian's Frost Blade Sword and took it with him. The luggage couldn't be simpler.
"Brother Sect Leader, let's go." Li Yun reminded.
Yan Zhengming nodded, and took a final look back at this little-known deserted island. His brows, which were originally exasperated with youth, seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom overnight, as if a square inch of years Being infinitely stretched, in just a moment, the boy has been reborn and grown into an adult.
Yan Zhengming looked towards the island, his eyebrows suddenly curved, revealing a bit of heavy tenderness: "One day, when we can return to Fuyao Mountain in a fair manner, I will come to pick you up, okay?"
Naturally, no one answered him.
Yan Zhengming carried the Frost Blade rolled up in rags behind his back, stepped on his saber with the corner open, and walked away with the sword.
The sea and the sky are the same color, and both places are vast.
Volume Three Backfired
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