Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian had just walked out of the valley for a few steps, when he suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to grab it out of thin air, only to hear "Ouch", a young man with a thick head and a thick head rolled down from a big tree at the exit of the valley.

The person landed first, but the luggage on his back was a step slower, and it happened to hit the person's head. I don't know what heavy object was in the luggage, and there was a mighty muffled sound when it hit the person's head. The young man was smashed on the spot. Rolling his eyes, he fell backwards on all fours, as if he died before leaving the teacher.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Although apart from Guzhu, Cheng Qian basically doesn't know anyone in the valley - but this unique style can't be wrong, it looks like it came from Nian Guzhu's disciples.

Just as he raised his leg to leave, the young man who had been dazed for a moment woke up slowly, and saw Cheng Qian at a glance. The young man was almost happy, and with a fist-sized bump on his head, he rushed to Cheng Qian's feet. He shouted: "Senior! I've been waiting for you here for half a night, senior!"

Cheng Qian felt that this was a bit awkward, a bit like an elopement appointment, and one of the scumbags missed the appointment.

He coughed dryly: "You're welcome... well, don't call me senior either."

The young man was taken aback: "Oh, then Elder Cheng, I was just about to go on a trip, and I begged the elder to take me for a ride... Uh, 'Elder' doesn't like to hear it either? What's that called? Uncle Cheng! No, I remembered Yes! Cheng...Cheng...Master Cheng! Why don't I worship you as my teacher?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Seeing that the young man was about to kneel down on the donkey field, and planned to scoop up a handful of loess to worship his teacher on the spot, Cheng Qian quickly raised his hand and lifted him up: "No, I don't plan to accept apprentices for the time being. You are in the valley. For whom?"

The young man said carelessly: "No one, just practice blindly with Master Gu. Master Gu is my father, and he won't mind if I join someone else's school."

After hearing this unsurprising answer, Cheng Qian couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Oh, no wonder, that's really good."

The young man was delighted to hear this, and thought that he was really complimenting him, so he said humbly, "Where is it, this junior still has a lot to learn."

"..." Cheng Qian frowned feebly and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man raised his chest and replied sonorously, "Dear Nian!"

No one, no matter how hypocritical, would be able to praise the name against his will. At this moment, Cheng Qian finally determined that the head of Nian Guzhu had probably been hacked by something.

Cheng Qian refused to accept him as an apprentice, and Nian Da didn't care, he rolled up his package and chased after him shamelessly, becoming Cheng Qian's follower, and salivating while chasing him, he asked, "Ex...Mr. where?"

This is obviously looking for something to say, Cheng Qian is too lazy to talk to him, Quan pretends not to hear it, Nian Da doesn't care, and before he can answer, he asks himself in two roles and answers: "Nonsense, naturally go to Fifteen City That's it—uncle, what do you think are the ghosts and ghosts in the fifteen cities?"

This time he didn't expect Cheng Qian to take care of him, and he simply answered himself: "No matter where it is sacred, in short, it's not good for disaster, we have to clean it up!"

Cheng Qian finally turned around and interrupted his one-man show, and asked, "You left the valley without authorization, did your father nod?"

"My father doesn't care," Nian Da said, "Master, don't worry, we are all free as long as we are in the valley."

Cheng Qian had a slight toothache, and he didn't know what kind of "teacher" could release this stuff.

But it was rare for Nian Da to understand his face once, and he explained in a somewhat dull tone: "Uncle Master has been in seclusion all year round, maybe he doesn't know, the school rules I have always taught are 'If you don't have a high level of cultivation, just a little bit is fine, as long as you don't cause trouble when you go out... Don't report to the teacher if you cause trouble."

Cheng Qian was immediately speechless.

Nian Da continued: "All in all, when you go out to travel, you want to eat, drink, have fun, and kill demons by the way—oh, of course, you only pick the ones you can beat, and those you can't beat must be handed over to more powerful seniors."

Cheng Qian lowered his head and glanced at the sword presented by the valley master, and understood that it was for him to be pawned on the road, to be used for food, drink and entertainment.

Suddenly, he thought of something and couldn't help but smile alone.

Nian Da suddenly became a drake whose neck was strangled, and was stunned.

Normally, the fellow sects in Mingming Valley get together, and they like to talk about elder Youtan as a talking point if they have nothing to do—what kind of person must be able to guard Bingtan in seclusion for decades?Will he not even speak when he comes out?

Who can survive so many catastrophes without getting hurt?

He is simply not human!

Although Nian Dada talked very lively in front of Cheng Qian, but out of inexplicable admiration for this young elder, he was actually very nervous all the time, and his calf had been trembling under his robe for a long time.

Seeing his dull expression, Cheng Qian wondered, "Why?"

Nian Da busy pinched himself severely: "I, I, I... Hey, that, this..."

"Don't be nervous, I just thought of our senior brother who is the head of the sect. He is a bit like your father," Cheng Qian said, "Oh, of course I mean the same idea, my senior brother still has a waist."

Nian Da hurriedly smiled and flattered: "Impossible? How could it be similar to my father? Then how could he cultivate such a powerful person as you, uncle?"

It's a pity that this time, his flattering hit the horse's leg.

Cheng Qian was startled when he heard this, and then the slight smile on his face disappeared. He lowered his head and walked towards the distant village. After a long time, he whispered with mixed feelings: "I don't know, Maybe... bad luck."

Although Cheng Qian didn't explicitly say that he would take him with him, Nian Dada managed to hug a thigh, so he followed him shamelessly.

Less than half a mile away from the village, Cheng Qian felt that something was wrong. He calmly concentrated his true energy in his eyes, and saw that the surrounding villages and towns were shrouded in a layer of blood.

Straight to the gloomy sky, rolled up a large ominous cloud.

Cheng Qian frowned, which was very unusual - he didn't believe that someone with such energy would be such a lonely ghost that could be easily dealt with.

You know, the higher the level of monks, the more they can turn everything into rain. As for digging out their hearts in person, they are unarmed mortals. That behavior is no different from that of a beast. Even a true demon cultivator would not do such a shameful thing. A matter of face.

Could it be that the culprit here deliberately made some kind of false appearance, so that everyone in Mingming Valley thought that the so-called "evil ghost" was just an unprofessional casual cultivator?

In this way, there is no need to use a sledgehammer to kill chickens. If it hadn't been for Cheng Qian who happened to be rushing down the mountain this time, the owner of the valley would probably send a Taoist boy with average cultivation and little experience to solve it.

So... and then?

Cheng Qian's thoughts changed sharply, and an idea suddenly popped up - the target of the hidden murderer here is probably not these mortal villagers at all, but the monks in Mingming Valley!

He immediately suppressed his aura, and in an instant, Cheng Qian's frost-like coercion from the Yuanshen monk disappeared. He walked with Nian Da, and at first glance, he looked like a pair of brothers of similar level.

Nian Da, who may have a heart wider than the Yangtze River, did not notice the blood that hangs over the village at this time, nor did he notice any changes in Cheng Qian, so he led the way enthusiastically: "I went out to play once when I was young." Uncle, do you see that side? It seems that the villagers are coming to welcome us!"

I saw that Liu Lang, who came back before them, had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw the two of them, he hurriedly strode up to meet them, but Liu Lang never expected that the person who came was Cheng Qian, and he was so flattered that he could hardly find Bei. I won't say anything.

"Is the body still there? Take me to see it." Cheng Qian didn't want to be polite, and let him go straight to the village.

Liu Lang came back to his senses, and hurriedly chased after him: "Yes, yes, Immortal... what, please sit down, I'll ask someone to pour you a pot of tea..."

Cheng Qian waved his hand: "No need, I'm not used to drinking hot water, I'd better go and have a look..."

His voice stopped abruptly, shocked by the depression in the village.

This place is really dilapidated. I heard that a fairy came, and almost all the villagers mobilized to watch. I saw these people all had dirty faces and ragged clothes. There was not even a decent tiled house in such a big village. There are no houses, and some thatched cottages still have traces of being knocked down and hastily rebuilt. Even the few dogs that occasionally run by are skinny and skinny, with wild eyes like wolves.

They didn't dare to get close to Cheng Qian, so they just stared at Nian Da with that kind of vigilant and fierce eyes all the way.

This dog must have eaten raw food and seen blood.

Although Cheng Qian hadn't entered the world for a hundred years, he was born in a remote village, and the Cheng family was poor and experienced, but even so, this place still gave him a lot of insight.

Liu Lang explained nonchalantly at the side: "The Immortal Chief has probably never been out of the Mingming Valley. In the first two years, there were successive years of natural disasters, and then King Anping rebelled. He fought for more than three years, and the court imposed corvees and taxes... nothing. Slow down, maybe the reception is not good enough, don't be offended by the fairy..."

Cheng Qian shook his head, feeling somewhat complicated.

Until this moment, he had the feeling that a hundred years of turmoil had passed, and he had changed into a new world. For a while, he felt that the "coiled sword" that had been flaunting in the market seemed to be sticking to his hands. The sword disappeared.

At this moment, something touched his unintentionally released consciousness, Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head, and there were mottled shadows of trees behind him, but nothing.

Nian looked back and asked carelessly: "Master, what are you doing? Why don't you leave?"

Cheng Qianxin said, "You've been targeted, you idiot."

But he cursed and cursed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just withdrew his consciousness, pretended not to know, and continued walking in silence, following Liu Lang all the way to the place where the corpse was parked.

Nian Dadu leaned forward and said, "Master, I heard from my fellow disciples that it seems that ghosts and demons did this!"

"Soul-eating lamp? It is true that the soul-eating lamp needs the blood of a boy to make ghosts," Cheng Qian said slowly, "but I have heard that the blood needed for ghost sacrifice lamps must be freshly drawn from living people. Yes, not many, it won't kill a person once, but after repeated several times, the person will die, and the blood on this person's body will no longer be used, so people who die from the Soul Eater Lamp will not be like them, Completely exhausted and died—not to mention the Soul-devouring Lamp is the most yin thing in the world, how can there be so many lamps?"

Nian Da was filled with admiration for a while: "Master, how do you know everything?"

Cheng Qian met his big ignorant eyes, and suddenly felt that this guy was not even worth entertaining—he was so annoying.

In the heat of midsummer, the corpse that had been left for several days was already rotten and stinky. When the shroud was lifted, the flies buzzed inside and flew to Cheng Qian, and they all froze away in a swarm. Next, Cheng Qian put his hand on a child's corpse without paying much attention. In an instant, he saw a puff of black air jumping up from the corpse, rushing straight into the sky, and turning into a black jet in mid-air. Grimace, when he saw Cheng Qian, he immediately ran away in a hurry.

Cheng Qian frowned slightly, and chased after him in a flash.

Nian Da may have been a little slow to react, and it took a while before he said "Oops", and if he tried to chase him again, Cheng Qian was nowhere to be seen.

He hurriedly took out an epee from the package, and stuffed the rest to Liulang, and wanted Yujian to chase after him, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle! Wait for me!"

But there was no trace of Cheng Qian, Nian Da Yujian flew around, then fell back to the spot, scratched his hair, and said listlessly to the villagers: "I lost you."

Liu Lang hurriedly said: "Head Immortal, can you take me with you? I grew up in the local area, and I know the roads well. I can take you to the place where the white shadow haunts."

Nian looked at him in embarrassment, this young man is not good at learning arts, and he is already good enough to control a sword by himself, he can't lead anyone at all.Hearing this, he was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so he had to cough dryly, put away the epee, and made an excuse and said: "That's fine, but it's easy to get lost in the sky, it's not good if you miss my uncle—or else Shall we go to the ground?"

After finishing speaking, he rummaged through his package and found two pieces of cinnabar yellow paper talisman. Although this thing does not cost much real money to make, the material is very particular, and it can only be used once. When the incompetent children are not in front of them, the elders have prepared them in advance.

Nian Dada picked and picked, and regarded a pair of tricks as cross-eyed, so he picked out two speed running charms from the middle, stuck one on his own and Liu Lang's legs, and shouted: "Let's go!"

Liu Lang's face turned pale suddenly, and he was dragged away by him at a high speed.

The two of them didn't see either of them. On a big elm tree next to it, a golden silk cicada that had been lying there for a long time pretended to "know it" for a while, and then flew down from the tree without making a sound. , chasing Nian Da and Liu Lang, but within three or four li of chasing, it suddenly seemed to bump into something, and its body stopped.

I saw the golden silk cicada circling twice on the side of the road, fell to the ground and turned into a leaf, the leaf split from the middle, a gust of fresh air floated into the clear sky and flew away, flying all the way to a hillside less than fifty miles away from here .

Among the [-] mountains in central Sichuan, a young man and a woman were standing on a hillside looking down. These two were exactly Li Yun and the puddle that had traveled more than half a circle in Kyushu.

Shui Keng said: "Brother asked me to tell you that he is going to pay a visit to Ming Ming Valley Master - after all, it is someone else's territory, we are here, so it is better not to say hello."

Li Yun nodded. Just as he was about to ask something, he heard a faint beeping sound. He raised his head, only to see his crystal-clear golden cicada flying back and landed on Li Yun's shoulder obediently.

"Golden Silk Cicada?" Shui Keng asked curiously, "Could it be that it found that Demon Cultivator so quickly?"

With a wave of Li Yun's hand, the golden silk cicada disappeared into the air, and a desolate village appeared in front of the two of them. A young man dressed in rags led two monks to the village.

Only when the young monk walking in front entered Jinsichan's field of vision, she suddenly noticed something, turned her head suddenly, and then, the whole image disappeared.

Puddle: "Ah..."

"It's nothing." Li Yun was not very surprised, just said, "This person must be a master above Yuanshen. I don't know why he has hidden his cultivation. With this kind of power, Jinsichan may not dare to open her eyes during this section of the road."

As soon as he finished speaking, the picture reappeared - this time it was a thatched hut with a row of corpses under the eaves, the person who had almost spotted the golden silk cicada had disappeared, and another young monk bluffed After calling "Master Uncle" or something for a long time, Yu Jian flew around again, and then was persuaded by a village boy with a few words, and took the boy with him. The two walked away together with the speed running talisman, and the picture in front of them followed them for a moment. Immediately, the cicada seemed to have encountered something, and suddenly stopped following, and the screen disappeared.

Li Yun put the cicada in his palm and said: "That place makes it feel dangerous, so I dare not follow anymore... Well, when the big brother comes back, let's go check it out."

"Wait!" Puddle grabbed Li Yun's shoulder and said anxiously, "Second senior brother, watch it again. In the first part, I want to see the person who appeared at the beginning!"

"What's so interesting? It passed by in a blink of an eye, and I couldn't see clearly," Li Yun said puzzled, "Isn't that brat just now called 'Uncle Master'? He must be an elder in his sect, right? What's the matter?" ?”

"It's that vague side face," said Shuikeng, "I think...he looks a bit like the third senior brother."