Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Li Yun was taken aback for a moment, then the smile on his face dimmed, and he asked, "Why, do you still remember your little brother?"

"Of course I remember," Shui Keng said unconvinced, "I not only remember what he looked like later, but also remember when he was a child, the third senior brother loved me the most - besides, even if I really don't remember, the senior senior brother drew him almost 100 times It's been a year, will I not recognize it?"

Every generation of Fuyao sect disciples has a tradition of leaving portraits in the nine-story scripture building. Even if they can't go back now, Yan Zhengming has always wanted to leave a picture for Cheng Qian. Unfortunately, he deleted, edited and changed it again and again , so far there is no one formed.

Li Yun smiled and said: "Without conscience, don't we love you?"

As he spoke, he followed the puddle for a few more glances, but he only felt that the man passed by like a glimpse, and he didn't see anything.

"Your little senior brother has been upright since he was a child. People with good looks may look alike when you look closely. There is nothing to make a fuss about." Li Yun paused, and then instructed, "By the way, remember not to say this to senior brother. Say, be careful that he attacks you."

Shui Keng responded casually, but his eyes were chattering non-stop, thinking shamelessly in his heart: "This little brother is so pleasing to the eye, I have to get to know him in a while."

When she thought about it, she couldn't wait for no reason. She spread her wings and flew into the air, complaining: "Why hasn't senior brother come back? Is this going to stay in Mingming Valley as a door-to-door son-in-law?"

There is no need to use real energy, the puddle is born with a pair of clairvoyance, and she can see animals running dozens of miles away at a casual glance. She glanced around aimlessly, and suddenly saw a frost-like sword light rising into the sky in the distance, Following the sword light, Puddle noticed that the place was surrounded by imperceptible blood.

The sword energy of someone who doesn't know it brought a piece of frost in an instant, and it surged up like a sea tide, like a breeze sweeping the fallen leaves, sweeping away the blood energy.Then, a dense black mist fled in all directions, and disappeared in all directions in a blink of an eye.

The puddle stared dumbfounded.

Memories that have not been dusty and dusty are rolling in front of me in the blink of an eye. That year in the small courtyard in late autumn on the island, a young man seemed to be on a whim, tilted his head to her and smiled and said, "Little Junior Sister, what can I show you?" It's the tide sword—”

Vaguely in front of my eyes.

Puddle's heart beat wildly.

She suddenly spread her wings to the maximum, disregarding Li Yun's shouts on the ground, and flew in the direction of the sword light.

Let's talk about that sword——Cheng Qian chased after the grimace and black shadow on the corpse. He had personally seen Jiang Peng, the big ghost repairer, and had acquainted with Tang Zhen, the ghost who escaped from the Soul Eater Lamp for many years. The indelible hostility of the Soul Lamp was very familiar, and he felt it as soon as the black shadow jumped out.

At the same time, I became more and more confused. Ghosts are usually formed souls or souls. Which one will look like a rag?

The black shadow like a rag escaped for more than ten miles, and plunged into a cave.

Before Cheng Qian stepped in, he had already smelled the choking blood in the cave. He didn't go in rashly, but just released a ray of consciousness at the entrance of the cave. There is nowhere to hide.

But there seemed to be a thick layer of mist in the cave, and Cheng Qian could barely see what seemed to be in the depths of the cave. When he was walking cautiously around the entrance of the cave, he suddenly heard a loud voice coming from not far behind him. Concealed human voice - Nian Dada raised his loud voice, and said loudly: "Little brother, do you mean that the corpse was around here at that time?"

Another younger voice replied: "That's right, the whole village saw that white shadow here at that time."

Cheng Qian frowned, and was about to hide himself, watching the two people walk to the entrance of the cave. He had seen Liu Lang a few times, and he was a young man with a charming face in his impression, but at this time, leading Liu Lang, who walked into the cave in Nian Da, had a very dull expression. Looking closely, his eyes were dim, and there seemed to be a cloud of gray mist in his pupils. The closer he was to the entrance of the cave, the thicker the mist became.

Seeing that Nian Dada, the dazed and dull-eyed Erbaiwu didn't notice anything wrong, he followed Liulang into the cave with straight brows, Cheng Qian didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately restrained all his aura and followed him in. Transformed by Lingyu, it is very good at restraining anger, much easier than ordinary physical bodies, and it is convenient to pretend to be dead at any time.

Nian Da said as he walked, "Don't tell me, this cave really looks like someone died, and it smells like a fishy smell."

Cheng Qian listened not far or near, and felt powerless for a while—this insight is absolutely impossible.

Liu Lang didn't answer, and led the way with his eyes straight. The boy's footsteps knocked on the ground, and there was no change for a long time.

Nian Da: "Little brother?"

Still did not hear a response, Nian Dada finally got a little hairy, and couldn't help shouting boldly: "Uncle! Uncle Cheng, are you in there? Cheng..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he stood stunned as if his tongue had been pulled out—the narrow path ahead had come to an end, and Liu Lang, who was leading the way, fell down without a sound, and the scene in the cave suddenly appeared before his eyes.

I saw a utensil as tall as a person displayed here, in the shape of an oil lamp, with a long open neck, and under the long neck were densely carved charms, all the way to the ground, and the blood-red spells covered a radius of several feet.

There is nothing terrible about the spell, even if it is really terrible, even the second and fifth eyes of the young year can't see anything, what scares him out of three souls is that the oil in the oil lamp is not lamp oil, but a pool of blood, The bloody water was being stirred up by something, and there was no wind, and countless bones heaved up and down inside, and the whole cave was filled with blood.

Cheng Qian, who followed quietly, frowned, and he recognized it at a glance. It turned out to be the Soul Eater Lamp.

And it seems to be the one that was destroyed by Bei Mingjun before.

Just as he was carefully observing the spell under the Soul Eater Lamp, a white shadow suddenly flew out of the Blood Lamp without warning, and plunged into Liu Lang's body unexpectedly.

The boy rolled into a strange posture on the ground, then jumped up suddenly, his nails swelled by three inches, and ruthlessly grabbed Nian Da's neck. As a monk, Nian Da was already holding an epee. He could resist it, but when he saw Liu Lang's youthful face, he offended the benevolence of a woman again, thinking: "This child is a mortal, if I go down with a sword, he may not be alive."

With just a moment of hesitation, Nian Da missed the last opportunity, and the demonic energy completely invaded Liu Lang's body in a blink of an eye. The original smooth skin and flesh on the boy's face fell off piece by piece, and the bones on his arms were twisted like snakes. The devilish energy collided so that one side was long and the other was short, and the deformed finger bones pierced through the flesh and protruded. He lifted it up and pointed at Nian Da's brow, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Gather the yin of the netherworld, melt the blood and energy of thousands of people into a body, and transform the soul into one." Wantiao, ghosts reign supreme..."

Nian Da had a splitting headache, his three souls and seven souls shook together, feeling that his physical body would not be able to keep his soul, and it was about to fly out from between his eyebrows.

There was a sinister smile on the face of "Liulang": "The soul lamp... who is it!"

A bright sword light struck, and struck down on the head of "Liulang" without any hesitation. Liulang's soul-drawing technique was suddenly interrupted, and he was almost counterattacked by the soul-eating lamp. He had no choice but to throw Nianda aside, and immediately let out a cry A heart-piercing roar.

Cheng Qian came out from no one's place with his sword in hand, still looking down at the spell under the Soul-eating Lamp, he said calmly, "Why, Senior Jiang, back then Lord Bei Ming smashed the Soul-Eating Lamp with one soul, you Didn't the body and spirit die together? It seems that ghosts really have something unique about the matter of souls, you are... um, is it possible that you want to reshape the Soul Eater Lamp?"

When Cheng Qian saw the huge soul-eating lamp, he first thought of Jiang Peng, and when he heard him speak, he immediately felt more like it, but he couldn't confirm it.

The spells on the ground were astonishingly complicated, and even Cheng Qian couldn't fully comprehend them for a while, so he deliberately dragged out a long voice, pretended to be confident, and made a nonsense without any basis, trying to delay for a while by talking, So that he could memorize all the spells on the ground by rote.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this remark came out, that "Liu Lang"'s expression changed drastically, and he rushed towards Cheng Qian with a roar, as if he had been told some secret and was about to kill him to silence him.

Cheng Qian turned around to dodge a few bursts of black air, and was suddenly startled—is this person really Jiang Peng?He was actually refining the Soul Eater Lamp?

Even though Jiang Peng was originally a peerless monster, possessed by mortals, and he didn't have soul-eating lamps and ghosts by his side, with Cheng Qian's current cultivation level, he wouldn't take him seriously.Especially this Jiang Peng has obviously lost his mind, like a mad dog.

This person's current situation is as good as that of the big demon who swept away the prestige of a group of sects in the East China Sea back then, so the idea of ​​pretending to be a ghost to lure the nearby monks... Was it really his own idea?

Cheng Qian suddenly shuddered, what is the ghost way?

Are people using the Soul-eating Lamp as a weapon, or is the Soul-eating Lamp eating people into ghosts?

Who exactly led Jiang Peng into the ghost way?

Cheng Qian immediately stopped suppressing his cultivation, and with him as the center, the frost gradually covered the entire cave, but he couldn't seep into the vicinity of the big soul-eating lamp.

Shocked by the cold air, Jiang Peng actually regained some sanity, stepped back half a step, and stared at Cheng Qian vigilantly: "Who the hell are you?"

Cheng Qian replied coldly: "The person who cleans the door."

After finishing speaking, his sword light ran towards Jiang Peng like a cold star, and he used the Fuyao wooden sword. A look of astonishment flashed across Jiang Peng's face, and then he inserted his hand into Liulang's upper body and pulled a stick. The ribs came out, and the bloody bone turned into a long sword glowing with black air in his hands. When it was sacrificed in the air, it immediately turned into ten incomplete ghosts, fiercely trying to surround Cheng Qian.

Nian Da, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, saw this situation, almost fainted again, and howled with his choked voice: "Be careful!"

After practicing for a hundred years, I didn't expect that the first person to try the sword turned out to be an uncle of the same sect.

What kind of chance is this?

The ordinary sword in Cheng Qian's hand suddenly soared three feet, Qingfeng was wronged, and he ignored all the ghosts as nothing, and pointed at Jiang Peng unrestrainedly.

The sword from the teacher's gate put an incomparable pressure on Jiang Peng's head. In an instant, the big devil's heart was finally shaken. As soon as this slight wavering appeared, the soul-eating lamp's spell was seamless. There was a hole in the circle immediately, and the blood-red charm was driven straight in by a long frost-Cheng Qian had just been faking it, and his goal was the Soul Eater Lamp.

He only heard him yell in a low voice: "Bro—"

The whole cave suddenly collapsed, and the half-refined Soul Lamp was split in half by Cheng Qian's sword. Thousands of ghosts detained in the Soul Lamp fled and rolled into a black mist, and the thick blood energy was completely absorbed. He picked it up with sword energy, rolled for a moment, and exploded.

A loud noise almost knocked Nian Dada into a coma. It took him a while to wake up. He saw that a corner of the cave had been broken open, and the sky had leaked in. Fortunately, the mountain was still able to hold on and did not bury them alive in it. The Soul-eating Lamp was destroyed again, and the Elder Youtan had put his sword back into its sheath, and stood aside indifferently, looking at the bloody man-like "Liu Lang" on the ground.

Nian Dalian scrambled to Cheng Qian's side: "Master...this..."

"The Lord is gone." Cheng Qian said, and stretched out his hand to Nian Da, "Is there any healing medicine?"

"Yes, yes!" Nian Da hurriedly touched his body and took out a small bottle of pill. He was about to clumsily feed the dying Liu Lang into it, but Cheng Qian stopped him with his hand, and saw the pill fell into his palm. It suddenly turned into a cloud of mist, and gently flowed into Liulang's body.

The elixir in Sichuan is always unique, and immediately, Liu Lang's already slack eyes gathered again. The young man's face was bumpy, and one long and one short arm was hanging limply by his side, and one of his upper abdomen was missing. The ribs left a black hole of blood, which looked very shocking.

Nian Da couldn't help but said: "Uncle Shi, can he still live?"

Cheng Qian lowered his eyes and looked at the dying boy. Liu Lang's deformed hands ruthlessly dug the ground, his eyes widened, and there was an almost ferocious intent to survive.

Cheng Qian said: "That depends on whether he wants to live that much."

Nian Da hadn't realized what the words meant when he saw Cheng Qian suddenly shoot three cold airs from his palm, like three nails, nailed into Liu Lang's Baihui, Dantian and soles of his feet mercilessly, and Liu Lang opened his mouth wide , but couldn't even make a sound, and his whole body pulled out violently on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain.

"Everyone's soul will disappear after death, so I nailed his soul into this body. If he survives within two hours, you can take him back to Mingming Valley and ask your father to send him to the real Tang Zhen," Cheng said. Qian said, "I can't make it through, and I can't help it—I still have something to do, so I can't take you with me. See you later."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and turned into a cloud of green smoke, and left in such a hurry.

Nian Da: "Ah! Master! Wait!"

He jumped three feet high and wanted to catch up, but he couldn't bear to leave Liu Lang who had fainted, so he had to spin around in place like a donkey pulling a mill. Suddenly, a ball of fiery meteors rushed into the cave, fell to the ground and turned into a human being. Da Da shrank his head in fright, and when he saw again, the person who came was actually a beautiful woman, so he greeted with some embarrassment: "Gu, Miss, you..."

It was the puddle that broke in. She glanced around, chopped her feet and said, "Where is the person?"

Nian Da stammered and asked, "Who, who?"

Puddle stepped forward and grabbed Nian Da by the collar, lifted him up with great force, and asked like a cannonball: "Where is the person who used the sword here just now?"

Nian Da blushed and had a thick neck, and struggled to utter two words: "...Let's go."

"Where did you go?"

Nian Da had a bitter face, struggling to save his own neck: "I don't know, girl, that's the elder of the despicable sect, how could he tell me where he's going?"

As soon as the puddle left him, he turned around and left. After thinking for a while, he suddenly fell back and asked, "Who are you from? What kind of elder is he?"

Nian Da coughed dryly for a while, but still replied in a good-tempered manner: "There is only our Mingming Valley nearby. That is the elder Youtan I sent. He has been in seclusion for almost 50 years. He has just left the seclusion. It is the first time he has left the valley. You must have admitted your mistake..."

Puddle Cut interrupted him: "What's his name?"

Seeing that she was obsessed with obsession, Nian Da sighed, but still answered honestly: "Cheng..."

Before the last word was uttered, the puddle had turned into a stream of fire again, and he chased it out without looking back.

After retreating for 50 years and just leaving the valley, if it was really her little brother, where would he go?Apart from Fuyao Mountain and Puddle, he didn't think about it.

She chased and cried, actually she didn't understand why there was any reason to cry, but the tears couldn't be stopped for no reason, the tears just fell from her face, and soon turned into a ball of water vapor in the flames.

At one moment, Shui Keng wished that everyone in the world would know about it, and summoned the second senior brother and Brother Zheshi one by one, but at the other moment, she didn't dare, lest this was just a daydream of hers.

She didn't even dare to listen to the silly boy tell the whole name of that person.

In the past hundred years, the third senior brother has become a piece of rebellion against the senior brother in charge, and no one is allowed to mention it. Sometimes the slightest insinuation in someone's voice can make him lose his temper.

But while he didn't let others mention it, he made a phantom ring of copper coins himself, and often let it out to abuse himself.He also drew the portrait of that person again and again, and every time he finished the painting, he stared at it for a while, and then waved his hand to destroy it.

Puddle knew why, because he didn't want the person in the painting to stay in his youth forever, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Can a person be resurrected after death?" She said to herself in her heart, "Impossible, even if you are a monk of Yuanshen, you will not be the same as before in reincarnation, not to mention that the third senior brother was not yet 17 years old at that time, and he was a hundred thousand away from Yuanshen." Eight thousand miles."

Shui Keng felt that she was almost persuaded by him, but her wings didn't listen at all, and she still headed towards Fuyao Mountain without hesitation.

She was right. Cheng Qian's goal was indeed Mount Fuyao. Seeing Jiang Peng again reminded him of the enigmatic grievances of the generation on Mount Fuyao. Then, he will be able to find the key to revive the sect.

Why can't Fuyao Mountain become the second Mingming Valley?

Along the way, Cheng Qian had already made countless preparations in his heart, thinking about the worst, would Fuyao Mountain become a barren mountain?Has their nine-storey scripture building, the most exquisite array and countless solitary spells been taken by someone?

But what he never expected was that none of this happened, and he couldn't find the way back to Fuyao Mountain.

Back then, Master Mu Chun brought Cheng Qian back to the sect, leading him up step by step. Cheng Qian felt that he would never miss Fuyao Mountain no matter what, but he drove the road non-stop for a day and a night with his sword. After searching back and forth three times according to the memory, I finally had to admit that Fuyao Mountain... disappeared out of thin air.