Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

With a sound of "choking", Yan Zhengming's sword fell from his hand and fell to the ground. A generation of sword cultivators didn't even notice that their foot was hit by their own sword.

At this time, the dusk was low, and the person in front of him seemed to be transformed by a demon, and he fell to the ground like a picture clearly shown in a thousand scrolls in the cold night. In an instant, his three souls were scattered. I have completely forgotten everything around me.

Maybe some people will deceive themselves and others to have a bit of luck after knowing that they have lost it, fantasizing about "the blue sky and the yellow spring, there will always be reunions", but Yan Zhengming will not. He buried Cheng Qian with his own hands and cut off his last love. A thought.

He always felt that he was weak enough and didn't need to go any further.

Yan Zhengming couldn't tell whether this was real or just a dream of his. He just felt as if everything was going backwards and started all over again, looking at the face engraved on his heart and Han Yuan who was surrounded by black air not far away. ... Faintly returned to the deserted island in the East China Sea, the most unbearable day in his life.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder, he didn't care about the sharp sword in his hand, and pulled him from his chest to his back, as if he had been tempered in countless midnight dreams, and pulled away all his regrets .

Cheng Qian obviously didn't expect that the person who was fighting with him was actually his senior brother. Before he had time to get close to his hometown, he had already encountered him unexpectedly. He was stunned for a while, and at the same time he hurriedly took back his glittering golden coiled sword. Fang accidentally injured him when they met, and was dragged by Yan Zhengming to stagger two steps before he stood still.

Fuyao Mountain is hidden in a secret place, and the disciples who are close at hand are either shocked, confused, struggling, or crying.

A hundred years of family reunion, unexpectedly it is this situation.

Yan Zhengming was in a gap between madness and calmness. He quickly sealed up his chaotic thoughts. Instead of looking back at Cheng Qian, he only said to Han Yuan who was in front of him: "Since you're here, stay here."

After finishing speaking, he didn't even look at the gaping sword that fell on the ground, and his true energy rushed straight at Han Yuan like a sharp edge, and condensed into countless sharp swords in the air, which were white and covered the sky and the earth.

The demon cultivator seemed to have completely controlled Han Yuan's body, and opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of black mist. The black mist turned into a huge ghost-faced eagle on the spot. wrapped in it.

The sword was approaching, and the person and the eagle probably saw that they couldn't get a bargain today, and they didn't know what kind of evil and heretical skills they used, but they just disappeared in place and disappeared.

Look again, there is only a blank sheet of paper man left on the ground, and it fell there with an arrow piercing through the heart.

Han Yuan... Seeing that the situation was wrong, the demon cultivator ran away.

Yan Zhengming stood there in a daze for a moment, as if he couldn't muster up the courage to look back. After a long while, he took a few deep breaths, and turned around as if his whole body was rusted, without blinking a pair of eyes Looking at Cheng Qian carefully.

In Cheng Qian's life, no matter whether he was dead or alive, he had never backed away for a moment. However, when they reunited after a long absence, the eyes of the elder brother suddenly gave him an urge to run away.

Li Yun looked at this and which one as if sleepwalking, and after a while he uttered a raving voice: "Xiao...Xiaoqian? What, what's going on here?"

Shui Keng held back his tears and said incoherently: "Senior brother, I saw your sword in Sichuan, but when I chased after it, you had already left. I... I expected that if it was really you, you would definitely come back." ...But I don't know if I read it wrong, and I dare not tell my brothers..."

She quickly lowered her head, with the chain still wrapped around her arm, she wiped away her tears in a clatter, and choked up for a long time before she asked, full of grievances like a little girl: "You...why don't you Wait for me..."

Cheng Qian's heart, which had been almost unsteady in the ice pool for decades, was severely grabbed, and he was almost speechless for a while.

Yan Zhengming suddenly and slowly raised one hand, holding Cheng Qian's face, the tentacles were cold, as if his body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, and the frost-edged sword he had been carrying around all year round seemed to be aware of it, and let out a restless cry Beeping, trembling thinly.Yan Zhengming's heart was ups and downs like the earth was shaking. He wanted to ask where Cheng Qian had been all these years, whether his chest injury was still there, how he got here, and whether he had suffered... Thousands of words, blocked My mind went blank.

However, it is impossible to talk about it, because compared with the mood, it seems that no matter which sentence is left, it feels sloppy.

In the end, they twisted together and turned into a humble and desperate plea in his heart, Yan Zhengming thought: "Could this be true?"

Cheng Qian lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding his gaze, and called out in a low voice: "Senior brother."

"Well," Yan Zhengming replied vaguely, "You still..."

The words he spit out were like gossamer, and it was hard to sustain after only two words. The second half of the sentence was almost stuck in his throat, and only his lips could be seen: "...you still remember me."

Cheng Qian pressed his hand lightly, suddenly having difficulty breathing.

Yan Zhengming's eye circles were dyed red bit by bit: "Why haven't you come to us for so many years?"

Cheng Qian said nothing.

Yan Zhengming suddenly pulled his hand out of Cheng Qian's, and punched him mercilessly in the lower abdomen. Cheng Qian didn't dodge it. There was a fishy smell in his mouth, and before he could swallow it back, he landed his second punch, and the mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. Cheng Qian half-kneeled on the ground, coughing to death.

The stunned Li Yun just woke up from sleepwalking, rushed forward, hugged Yan Zhengming's waist, and dragged him back desperately: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming basically attacked indiscriminately, and Li Yun also suffered an elbow when he fought back: "Let go!"

Li Yun shouted into his ear: "Are you crazy!"

Yan Zhengming's voice was hoarse like rusty swords colliding, and hissed: "I've been crazy for almost 100 years!"

Cheng Qian's ears were buzzing, but he couldn't attack again.

He has been retreating in the ice pool for more than 50 years, and Tang Zhen took away his memory. When his brothers and sisters were at a loss, he seemed to be ignorant and lazy, full of peace and tranquility. When Cheng Qian thought of this, he would say something His anger cooled down, sank into his stomach, and turned into ashes full of guilt.

He felt guilty and wronged at the same time, and both sides had nowhere to go, as if they were about to come out along with the blood between his fingers.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that he might never have such a deep concern for anyone in his life.

Puddle shouted: "Have you had enough?"

She spread her wings suddenly, threw off the chains on her body, ran to Cheng Qian's side, and carefully supported him: "Senior Brother..."

Even the little ghost who was raised by their whole family as a mascot in the past has grown so big in a blink of an eye. Except for the familiar wings, she has been reborn as a big girl, which is a bit strange.

When she approached for the first time, Cheng Qian couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, so he hid slightly, waved his hands, and couldn't speak for a while, only a shy and nostalgic smile appeared in his eyes.

Yan Zhengming and Li Yun were exhausted from arguing, and finally calmed down temporarily. He stared blankly at Cheng Qian for a while, closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and walked towards Cheng Qian.In just these two or three steps, the resentment and resentment he had experienced during the years of suffering and no one to complain to suddenly disappeared.

It was like waking up from a nightmare that had lasted for years.

Yan Zhengming took Cheng Qian's hand covering his mouth, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth little by little, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"It hurts," Yan Zhengming leaned over to hug him, put his chin on Cheng Qian's shoulder, and murmured in a low voice, "Next time you dare to leave home for so long, I will definitely kill you... 100 years, Cheng Qian, a mortal life will be wasted..."

At this point, his strong composure was completely shattered. Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian and cried and laughed loudly, as if he had expressed everyone's joys and sorrows by himself, so that others couldn't care less about what to say. Don't be sympathetic, everyone followed him in fear, lest the Fuyao faction would have another crazy head after the head of Bei Mingjun and the head of Weasel.

...that is really too long.

The commotion continued into the middle of the night, Yan Zhengming finally calmed down, and a fire was lit in the puddle as usual. The weather was already stuffy, and the senior brothers all avoided her.

Cheng Qian put the frost blade across his knees, and took advantage of the coolness of the sword to calm down and adjust his breath, while Yan Zhengming sat silently by the side and guarded him.

Li Yun stabbed Yan Zhengming from behind angrily, and asked, "Master, have you recovered from your madness?"

Yan Zhengming reluctantly gave him a look, and smiled slightly self-deprecatingly: "It seems to be more serious."

Li Yun gave a "tsk" and asked, "Why does Xiaoqian seem to be a little afraid of the heat, hasn't he been like this before?"

"Huh?" Yan Zhengming looked a little dazed, and asked, "Really?"

Li Yun said again: "I remember that we buried him on the desert island with our own hands. His breathing and pulse stopped, and you dawdled. In the end, the whole body was cold, and there was absolutely no life. You said this what is going on?"

Yan Zhengming replied absently, "I don't know."

Li Yun frowned, and followed his own train of thought: "In retrospect, it was really strange at that time. That Zhou Han was very powerful at the beginning, but when Xiao Qian appeared, his cultivation seemed to be suppressed by most of it suddenly. Do you think it might be related to this matter? Hey, senior brother, I have an idea. Could it be possible... When Xiao Qiang was separated from us, he met someone or got something important. To save his life?"

Li Yun's unrestrained blind guessing, unexpectedly got most of it right like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. Unfortunately, no one appreciates this kind of wit, because Yan Zhengming didn't seem to listen to a word, and didn't even have a reaction.

Li Yun couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Elder brother!"

"Can't you wait for him to wake up and ask yourself these shitty things?" Yan Zhengming impatiently raised his hand to drive Li Yun away, "How would I know? You're not finished yet, break your mouth and go away!"

Li Yun: "..."

He could see that the head brother's mind was already confused by a third brother, and he couldn't hold other things at all, and he couldn't even care about the cause and effect of this matter.

Yan Zhengming stopped talking to Li Yun, and took out a snow-white hair band from his arms—it is said to be woven from the silk of Saibei snow silkworm. It is not easy for snow silkworms to survive. A snow silkworm can live for 3000 years, and the silk spun after 3000 years is It can only weave an inch and a half of material, which is cold to the touch, and it is priceless on the black market. Yan Zhengming, a "money earner", only deducted such a piece in private, and he was never willing to take it out.

I saw that he pushed the real essence to the fingertips to form a thin thread, and carved a puppet charm on this hard-to-buy hair band like a needle thread. He did it with great concentration, as if he only had this one thing in his eyes , With a flick of the finger, the hairband went towards Cheng Qian's hair.

Li Yun took a deep breath: "Brother, can you calm down?"

Cheng Qian frightened Jin Sichan so much that he didn't dare to open his eyes at a glance. His cultivation base must have been at the level of Yuanshen or above. For an expert at this level, his consciousness will naturally be released when he meditates. It is impossible to get close to him casually.

Li Yun seemed to have seen a lot of gold shattered into slag in the air, and looked at Head Yan with grief and indignation—he now understood what Yan Head said "it's more serious" just now.

Yan Zhengming: "Shh, look."

I saw the hair band flying lightly to Cheng Qian's body, pulling up his hair that Yan Zhengming had loosened just now, and neatly tied it in a knot. From beginning to end, there was no obstruction.

This meant that Cheng Qian had no defense at all when he sat in meditation.

Li Yun looked several times, and finally sighed softly: "The sea has turned into mulberry fields, why doesn't he seem to have changed at all?"

Yan Zhengming smiled, squinted his eyes as if sleepy, and said in a low voice, "I really want to open Fuyao Mountain and go home."

Li Yun heard the words and said seriously: "Senior brother, don't be impulsive again. Are you sure it's a good time? Those people have been watching."

Yan Zhengming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "It's just a bunch of jumping clowns. If they dare to come, I will let them come and never come back... It's not because of this that I have been closing the mountain for so long."

Li Yun had never heard him say it, and thought that he knew the reason tacitly. At this time, he couldn't help but wonder: "What is the reason?"

"Because I can't open it." Yan Zhengming said flatly.

Li Yun suddenly turned over and sat up: "What?"

"You are careful, you are surprised and surprised," Yan Zhengming frowned dissatisfiedly, and then continued, "The order to close the mountain in the seal of the head is a triple lock, 'heaven, earth, people', 'herringbone lock' In the past, when the master closed the mountain, the locks left by the five of us were the real essence of the five of us, I thought Xiaoqian...so I didn't even look carefully at the locks of the 'sky' and 'earth'."

Li Yun: "..."

No wonder the big brother's face was so ugly after the first soul entered the head and printed it out!

Li Yun lowered his voice and said, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"What's the use of saying it?" Yan Zhengming yawned, "I've been looking for a way to circumvent the order to seal the mountain, and the head seal also has spiritual consciousness. Although I don't know how deep it is, I can already feel its existence these years , I originally thought that if one day my cultivation could be strong enough to suppress the divine consciousness in the seal of the sect master, maybe I would be able to forcibly open the mountain seal."

Li Yun asked in fear: "How strong is that?"

Yan Zhengming closed his eyes slightly, and said vaguely: "The spiritual consciousness in the seal of the head is the superposition of the spiritual consciousness of the previous heads of my school, what do you think?"

Li Yun: "..."

Yan Zhengming whispered: "So it's useless to tell you, the road is still long..."

His voice became lower and lower, and at the end it was almost inaudible. Li Yun said dumbly: "I don't think this road is long, it is impossible to walk at all!"

Yan Zhengming didn't say a word, Li Yun sighed exhaustedly, lay back on his back, and comforted himself: "Finally, Xiaoqian is back now, Xiaoyuan... Well, although it's a little difficult, it's not completely impossible, or There is hope, right?"

No one answered——Cheng Qian silently fell into samadhi, the puddle was already curled up next to the fire and fell asleep, she was born with fire, and her hair was not afraid of burning if it fell into it, and the tiny flames danced on her black hair like carnival .

In midsummer night, the sound of cicadas is everywhere, and the surroundings seem more and more peaceful. Only a handful of Milky Way in the night sky is like a sky, holding a handful of brilliance and thousands of points, bright and bright, long live the spring and autumn.

The cold comes and the summer goes, and the withered glory fades away.

Li Yun turned his head again, only to see that Yan Zhengming had fallen asleep with his head tilted to the side. He had been hurt by great compassion and great love once back in the inner palace. There was a tired look on his brows that he hadn't seen for many years, but the haze disappeared.

There is always hope.