Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

In the early morning, a business road in the south of the Yangtze River was foggy due to the scorching heat, and a caravan on its way was stopped by officials.

"Stop! What's for sale? Come down and check."

The officers who intercepted them all looked tired, obviously they had been squatting on this road all night, the strange thing was that there were two middle-aged men in Taoist robes behind this large group of officials.These two people didn't mix with other people, they just meditated in the back far away, sitting there without caring about worldly affairs.

The steward of the caravan hurriedly got off his horse, nodded and bowed his head and said, "My lord, we came back from the north to sell the leather. We are doing our own business. Please help me..."

As he spoke, he skillfully took out a pouch from his sleeve and stuffed it.

A greedy look flashed across the face of the official leader, just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, then he remembered something, hesitated again, secretly looked back at the two Taoist masters not far away, gritted his teeth and pushed the purse back, At the same time, raised eyebrows and said: "What are you doing? You profiteers, you don't do business well on weekdays, where did you learn so many bribery methods? Get out!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved: "Check it out for me!"

The person in charge had no choice but to follow behind the officials with a bitter face: "Oh, sir, slow down... If it is broken, it will not be easy to sell the official..."

The caravan pulled a row of large carts. As they said, they were all made of leather. The officials didn't find anything. The leader's face became more and more stinky. He turned his face and pointed at the last ridiculously large carriage in the caravan. He asked, "What's in there?"

The steward hurriedly said: "Return to the official, that is our young master's car..."

"Master?" The leader sneered, "Why is the young master sitting alone in such a big car? Even the sons and grandsons of dragons may not show such a big picture when they go out, get out of the way!"

The steward couldn't stop it, and a group of officials had already surrounded the ridiculously large carriage.

I saw that the leader took out a palm-long wooden sword from his arms, gestured up and down as if facing the wind, and muttered in his mouth like a great jumping god-mortals are no more than monks, if they want to activate the spell by themselves, they have to Read the cipher text of the spell completely. If some talismans are engraved and are not intended to be used by mortals, then there is no opening for the cipher text, and it can only be circulated among monks.

It took a long time before the charm on the wooden sword was activated by him, and a green light flashed across the tip of the wooden sword, pointing directly in the direction of the carriage.

The leader suddenly became excited, and shouted: "There are indeed prohibited items inside! Open the door for me!"

The so-called "forbidden goods" are the magical artifacts sold privately in the private black market.

There is a rule in the court that all magical artifacts that enter the common people must be reviewed and stamped by Tianyan Office, otherwise those people with ulterior motives would buy some murderous and arsonistic spells, wouldn't it be a mess?

The regulations are of course reasonable, but in this way, things entered Tianyan’s place, and it would take a year and a half to wait for things to go up and down. As a result, most of them were not allowed to pass, and only a few were allowed to flow out. Basically, it is divided up by those dignitaries, royal relatives and relatives, so that a real fairy artifact among the people can be sold for a sky-high price.

Those who privately sell contraband, the court can't control the monks who come and go, they can only control the common people, and there is a death rule. Anyone who sells contraband fairy artifacts privately will be regarded as deceiving the emperor and rebelling. Nine ethnic groups.

But even so, the illegal sale and purchase of fairy artifacts in the black market is still repeatedly prohibited. There are always desperate people who take risks for huge profits. "Money doesn't matter your life" is a black market leader who resells contraband.

Some people say that this person has an official background and is a collusion between officials and bandits, while others say that this person is simply a monk.

In recent years, there have been years of military disasters. Because the rebels brought a lot of contraband from the black market, it was very hard for the court to suppress the rebellion. Nowadays, I hate these desperadoes who are desperate for money, and the investigation is getting stricter. Almost every business route was intercepted from time to time, and a group of experts from Tianyan Office were deployed to cast nets everywhere.

The official sent an order, and the two monks behind him looked at each other and walked up——I saw that the car was so big that it almost occupied most of the official road, and the steward couldn't stop it. As soon as he raised his hand and opened the car curtain, the person in the car just happened to look up.

It looks like a young man in his twenties, lazily lying halfway in the car, dressed luxuriously, holding a book in his hand, and looking out with half-closed eyes, he looks like a legend Fox Immortal, the leader of the official messenger was stunned for a moment.

The inside of this car is even more luxurious than the outside. In the scorching heat, there is ice in the car, and there is a pot of crystal clear plum wine.

Seeing the official leader, the fox-like young man immediately frowned, covered his face with the book in his hand, and said angrily: "Where did this come from, beat it out, I'm so ugly!"

This sentence brought the leader who picked the car curtain back to his senses, and the leader struggled to regain his stammering confidence: "Big, bold! You are carrying contraband, this is a matter of treason and loss of your head! If you don't hurry, you will be caught?"

"Contraband?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "You mean this?"

He saw a strange ring between his slender fingers, the ring surface was carved into the shape of a copper coin. Before the officer could see what material it was, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the square hole of the copper coin. The bust of a young boy became in the air, something like this was unheard of, and the officials couldn't even close their mouths...

Then the boy raised his hand and slapped him blankly, and then disappeared in the air as if satisfied.

The young man glanced down condescendingly, and said without sincerity: "Hey, sir, I'm sorry, you are standing too close, this is not a forbidden item, I made it myself for fun, to tell you the truth, I'm also worried, I don't know how to add a few knives, at least let this baby talk to me - he will slap people now."

The two Taoists who followed the official finally opened their mouths, looked at the young man coldly and said, "Are you also a monk?"

The young man in the carriage didn't seem to hear it, with an arrogant expression on his face, leaning on the soft couch, he refused to straighten his waist.

The officer who was slapped by him covered his face and jumped three feet high: "Prince Immortal, I think this person looks suspicious, maybe it is that...that 'money-seeking boy'!"

The Taoist priest at Tianyan asked: "May I ask why this fellow Taoist worked so hard to go with the mortal caravan?"

The young man said confidently: "I am willing, let's put on a show."

The Taoist was choked stiff, took a deep breath, and then tried again: "Then how dare you ask this fellow Taoist from where?"

The young man sneered: "Why should I tell you—is the inspection finished? Make way!"

The two words fell silent, the young man suddenly slapped the small table, and saw a small sword flashed between his brows, and immediately, an invincible sword intent rolled towards the two Taoists.

This person looks so lazy that he seems to have no bones, but who knows that he is hiding something, at least he has reached the point where his soul is like a sword, and he can retract it freely.

The two Taoists who were blocking the car were caught off guard and hurriedly stepped aside, not daring to meet his sharpness. The talkative official leader rolled his eyes and passed out.

Although the two Taoists have practiced for hundreds of years, they dare not touch the bad luck of this sword cultivator. They looked at each other and backed away: "Offend senior, please."

A sword cultivator can cultivate to this level, even if he is top-notch, he must have three points. He must be as firm as a stone, and he can be an elder worshiped by thousands of people in any sect. A shameless thing?

The elder fairy made a message, and the subordinates had to follow it even if they didn't want to, but after a while, the officials here were cleared away, and they even neatly packed a dry leather clothing for the caravan, and sent them to move on.

After walking out for a while, the person in charge breathed a sigh of relief. He cautiously approached the car window, nodded flatteringly and bowed his head, and said, "It was said that few people would check on this road, but I didn't expect it to be bad luck...Thanks to you today. The son personally escorted him."

A sentence floated out of the car: "Boss Li, you're welcome. I'm also on the way. I'm really grateful. I'd like to take care of me more in terms of price in the future."

Boss Li hurriedly said: "Don't dare, it's because we are taking care of you, young master..."

At this moment, there was a sharp whistling sound in the air, and a ball of flowing fire fell from the air onto the roof of the carriage, and with a "crash", a big girl was burned out.

I saw this girl with slanted eyebrows and a melon-shaped face with almond eyes. She was very handsome, but her dress was very different from ordinary people - she had a bunch of colorful feathers stuck in the back of her head. She looked like a beauty from the front, but she looked like a pheasant with a cocked tail when viewed from the back. !

She swept around the stunned mortals, clapped her hands and fell off the roof of the car, got into the car without saying hello, and called out, "Brother, I'm coming!"

The sword cultivator in the car who pioneered the world and uniquely engaged in reselling activities with mortals was Yan Zhengming.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. At that time, Yan Zhengming took a younger brother, a younger sister, and a Taoist boy across the East China Sea, trekking thousands of miles to Yan's house, only to see devastation——Yan's family was convicted and ransacked eight years ago. Party A, calling the wind and calling the rain, now can only talk about the short and long with the dry grass on the grave.

They had no choice but to start a long period of painstaking cultivation in all over the world, robbing the caves of demons, entering the secret realm of no one, wandering through the black market of contraband, and struggling in the cracks for a hundred years with no one to rely on.

All in all, there is only a place for Master Yan to regain the exquisiteness of his young master's time, but it is only in the past two years.

As soon as Puddle rolled into the car, before she sat still, Yan Zhengming raised his hand, scattered her hair from the air, and patted all the chicken feathers on her head, flying around, and Puddle screamed: "Ah! , My hair! I'm ashamed to see people!"

Yan Zhengming said: "I don't have the face to face people - what are you doing here, you came all the way to blind me?"

Shui Keng was aggrieved and picked up her chicken feathers, blew it off the soil, and took it back into his arms like a baby, and said: "There have been a lot of rumors in the middle of Sichuan recently. At first it was that there was something left by the big devil, and I just heard it again." Said that there was a ghost cultivator over there, now the second senior brother can't sit still and go first, let me run errands to tell you."

Yan Zhengming frowned when he heard this. They have been looking for Han Yuan who jumped into the sea and had no news, but there has been no news. Every time they heard some monster rumors, a few people rushed over to have a look... ...even though it feels hopeless.

Yan Zhengming knew that this trip was futile, but he still had no choice. He sighed, and drank the plum wine in the glass: "Let's go, say goodbye to Boss Li."

In the middle of Shu, Mingming Valley.

It was almost dawn, and Cheng Qian sent Nian Mingming away who was enthusiastically discussing sword skills with Tang Zhen on the pretext that Tang Zhen was unwell.

Nian obviously doesn't use swords. Generally, people who bow their heads and can't see their feet prefer shorter weapons because they are safer. I don't know why the owner of the valley is so keen on this.

Cheng Qian felt that there might be a handsome young man in white clothes living in the heart of Nian Guzhu, so he always dreamed of the things he could only dream of.

For example, the sword...and the waist.

He promised to take a trip to the village where he was enshrined for the owner of the valley. Cheng Qian sent Nian Mingming and Tang Zhen away. To his little blob of the past.

He knew that his physical body was dead, and he also knew that his soul entered the Juling Jade by chance, and was imprisoned in the Juling Jade for decades before being found by Wen Ya.

Tang Zhen is an upright person. Back then, he entered Julingyu with Yuanshen and took away his memories of decades of life and death in front of Cheng Qian. Now that he finally broke through the wall, he couldn't wait to come back. The past is in his hands, but he feels a little shy of his hometown for a while.

Over the years, Cheng Qian sometimes had some sporadic fragments in his mind, such as inexplicably thinking that he should have a handy sword, that there should be a bamboo forest in the place where he lives, or that there should be soothing incense mixed with orchid scent in the bedding, etc. ...

The light of the small ball of memory Tang Zhen gave him was not strong, but it was not dim either. Cheng Qian grabbed it and played with it over and over again, but did not see any cracks.

The pale white light looks cold, but it feels very warm when held in the hand, especially in this icy and snowy land.

Cheng Qian suddenly took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and blinked away the frost that had clung to his eyelashes during the moment of distraction, and then loosened his fingers slightly, and the wandering memories of the past were like tired birds returning to their nests. It sank into his brow more urgently.

For a moment, the youthful years finally passed through a hundred years of struggle to the death, and he seemed to wake up from a big dream, and every bit of daze that passed by inadvertently in his heart was blessed with rich colors, as if it was yesterday.

Swinging up, descending to the green dragon, holding the frost blade, falling the silver knife, enlightenment on a deserted island, the orchid on the neckline of the senior brother, the suffering in the jade of gathering spirits...

Many kinds, not the past.

When Cheng Qian opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.His eyes were sore, and the ice pool had honed his heart like still water, but it didn't stop the longing and nostalgia of a hundred years from turning his heart like an arrow.

No wonder Tang Zhen and Nian Mingming decided that he would leave after going out to retrieve his memory.

Cheng Qian stood up and walked to the edge of the ice pool, and stretched out his hand to grab it. The originally calm water suddenly surged, condensing into an ice sword in the air and falling into his palm.The ground next to the ice pool is no less than a millennium-year-old ice. It is extremely hard, but it cannot resist the sharpness of this ice sword.

Cheng Qian drew an extremely complicated spell around the ice pool in one go. When the spell was completed, the ice sword finally couldn't bear it. Agitated by his true energy, it broke into several sections, scattered to the side, and slowly began to melt That's it - the cold air of the ice pool has been sealed.

To prevent the ice pool from being guarded after he left, Cheng Qian's spell can seal the cold air for about 20 years, and if the old fat man doesn't follow suit, he can come back and make up for it himself.

He is always unwilling to neglect anyone who is kind to him.

When Cheng Qian went to the Guzhu Pavilion to bid farewell, the grandparents and grandchildren who had come to ask for help the day before had been sent back first. Only one Nian Mingming looked at him with complicated eyes like marrying a daughter, and raised his sleeves to touch him. In the corner of his eyes, he whimpered and said: "I'm going, I don't know when we will meet again."

It hurts the eyes, Cheng Qian felt that it would be better to never see each other again.

Nian Mingming said again: "If anything goes wrong outside the valley in the future, just come back, and then you don't have to live in the ice pool. I'll have someone tidy up a cave for you."

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly softened, and before he softened to the end, he heard the old fat man say again: "I have already told the disciples in the valley that if they are bullied when they go out for a trip in the future, just report your name, little friend, you want to be bullied?" Hold on!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He turned around and left, intending to sever ties with this place immediately, but that year Mingming hurriedly stopped him and said: "Wait, little friend, I even prepared a handy sword for you!"

Cheng Qian looked back, and immediately felt a blur in front of his eyes, so that he hadn't been blinded--I saw Nian Guzhu holding a jeweled sword in his hand, and the scabbard was covered with gold inlaid jade, and gold inlaid jade was fine. Now, it is still the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. These four gentlemen look richer and richer than the other, and they are put together simply and rudely, just like the four rich men of Gong Xi Fa Cai.

The corners of Cheng Qian's mouth twitched, and he said politely: "The owner of the valley should keep it for himself."

Nian Mingming sighed, shook his head and said, "Oh, that's right, my little friend has gone through seven catastrophes and is bound to become a great power. We really have nothing to offer..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his hand suddenly emptied, and when he looked again, Cheng Qian had already taken away the rich man's sword. He said "Thank you", and turned around to control the sword, leaving a golden afterglow behind him , shining in the sunny Mingming Valley.

Xiao Daotong poked his head out from the door, and said to the smiling Nian Mingming, "Master Gu, Elder Youtan is gone?"

"Let's go," Nian Mingming said cheerfully, and suddenly he felt emotional, "Oh, those capable people want to call the wind and weather the storm outside, and those of us who are lucky and have no ability have to stay behind. Enjoy the happiness——Tong'er, what's the matter?"

"Oh," Daotong said in a flat tone, "I just came to tell you that the little uncle has run away again!"

Nian Mingming: "..."