Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

As soon as Cheng Qian opened his eyes, he was startled by the back of a head like a feather duster. Then he looked at the feather duster and looked back numbly, and greeted him energetically: "Senior brother!"

The night before was like a hallucination, and Cheng Qian still hadn't recovered, and asked in a daze, "What's on your head?"

Puddle said happily: "Colorful sparrow feathers, isn't it beautiful?"

"..." Cheng Qian walked away with difficulty, was silent for a moment, and said sincerely, "It's a bit dazzling."

Puddle raised his eyebrows, and then looked at his old plain robe, relieved again, and said with some tolerant helplessness: "Forget it, you don't know if it looks good anyway—come on, let's I'm going back to the villa today."

Cheng Qian really wanted to confuse the word "don't understand" on her face, but after not seeing her for many years, she always seemed a little unfamiliar, so she didn't say it, just lowered her head slightly, looked away, and asked, "What is the villa? "

Puddle: "It's a new home!"

Cheng Qian put away the coils given to him by Nian Guzhu, hung the frost blade back on his body, followed the puddle through the woods next to the open space, looked up and saw Yan Zhengming waiting on the high place, it was Cheng Qian who was responsible for other people's clothes. I never cared much about such things, and I was shocked at this time.

Eldest senior brother has cultivated some weird mentality over the years. In this wilderness, he can still change his clothes properly and make himself look radiant. The folding fan, tapping his palm time after time... He was completely different from the one from last night.

What's more, the humanoid pheasant pearl jade in Shuikeng is in front of him, which makes him look like an exiled immortal by virtue of his emptiness.

Cheng Qian glanced at the puddle with mixed emotions, thinking that the child was disabled by the senior brother in charge, and he had learned the flaws of being stinky, but he hadn't learned the skills of being stinky.

After searching around the puddle, he asked curiously, "Huh? Where's the second senior brother?"

"He wants to check Han Yuanbu's formation. He already went back to the villa last night." Yan Zhengming glanced at the puddle full of chicken feathers, scratching his heart and wanting to reprimand her. Shengsheng refrained from saying anything, and said with a natural attitude, "You can also run for me, there is a letter from the ocher, go and return it quickly."

Shui Keng was stunned for a moment, and then said with some disappointment: "Oh, I still want to stay with Third Senior Brother for a while."

Yan Zhengming thought dissatisfiedly: "He's a big guy, he doesn't wink at all."

It's a pity that it was very shameful to say this, so he had no choice but to say sanctimoniously: "Since he is back, he won't leave again. If you have anything to say, you can come back and talk about it. The business is important."

Puddle has well-developed wings and a simple mind. She immediately believed her elder brother's nonsense about "business", and looked at Cheng Qian with nostalgia. Seeing him nodding and promising not to leave, she turned into a bird and flew away with flapping wings up.

Yan Zhengming sent away the last one who was an eyesore, and before he had time to rejoice, a little inexplicable tension rose in his heart. He silently spurned himself for a while, and thought to himself: "I watched this kid grow up." , what are you nervous about?"

The guilt in Cheng Qian's heart did not dissipate. Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, he stood aside and waited obediently, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't even say a word, so he was a little puzzled.

Yan Zhengming glanced at him, met Cheng Qian's eyes inadvertently, and quickly moved away, thinking irritably, "Damn, I'm still nervous, what the hell."

So he turned around, raised a face of the master who cherished words like gold, and said, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he took the lead in flying up to the sky with his sword, and his robe sleeves fluttered in the air, waiting for Cheng Qian. His posture was very bluffing. Senior brother looked like a bear in the past, and now he looked at the back in front of him, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

Yan Zhengming had several questions in his mind one after another, and finally picked the one he was most concerned about at this stage, so he asked, "Who gave you that sword?"

Holding that thing in his hand looked like he was holding a big gold tooth. It must not have been found by Cheng Qian himself, maybe some shady person had stuffed it for him.

Cheng Qian replied: "It is a gift from the owner of Mingming Valley."

Yan Zhengming connected the cause and effect of the water pit in the previous day, and guessed that the "elder of the valley owner" that Nian Mingming was talking about was Cheng Qian, and suddenly became angry in his heart: "Mingming Valley? When I went there before, the old fat man didn't even mention it. Mention, do you want to rob someone from me? Hmph, you're overthinking yourself."

The innocent owner of Niangu is probably going to have his ears tingle at this time.

Yan Zhengming continued to ask, "What are you doing in Mingming Valley?"

Cheng Qian: "Use the ice pool of his house to reshape the body."

Yan Zhengming frowned, and finally withdrew his messy thoughts, and said seriously: "As far as I know, there is no way to reshape the physical body in the world except for the reincarnation of the primordial spirit, otherwise Master would not have..."

Cheng Qian thought for a while, and replied succinctly: "It may be because I happened to be the primordial spirit cultivated in the Juling Jade."

"What is Juling Jade?" Yan Zhengming couldn't help but said, "Can't you start from the beginning?"

The child has no mother, it is a long story, Cheng Qian paused, and finally managed to find out a source, starting with him and Han Yuan accidentally meeting Tang Zhen, talking about Wen Ya giving him the Juling Jade, and finally How to recreate the physical body in the Mingming Valley, only omitting the pain of the wind knife cutting the soul in the Juling Jade and the seven catastrophes in the Mingming Valley.

It's a pity that it's not that Yan Zhengming has never seen the world, so how can he not know what's going on with Yuanshen?

Cultivating the primordial spirit in one's own body has to go through a lot of tempering of the soul. If it is not broken, it will not be cubed, let alone in a foreign object, and it has never been heard of such a thing since ancient times. If it is as easy as Cheng Qian said, the demons and ghosts would have long Everyone is an adult, so why practice so hard?

Not to mention the ice pool, even if it is soaked in the magma for decades, probably only a piece of cooked jade can be soaked.

Yan Zhengming asked forcefully: "A piece of jade, even if it is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, can be made by soaking in an ice pool? Impossible, to be honest."

Cheng Qian almost looked at him with admiration. Back then, the young master who pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey and didn't know why he was angry had a day when he was so careful. Seeing that he couldn't hide it, he said, "Since it's against the sky But if you do it, there will naturally be a catastrophe."

The sword under Yan Zhengming's feet slammed into the air: "What?"

His voice was a little dry for a while: "Is it... the big catastrophe or the little catastrophe?"

Some monks jump too fast in the realm, and they will also experience catastrophes. Generally, there are only three or five roads. The nine gods are considered the heaviest. It's called "Little Heavenly Tribulation".

Only when the power soars will there be a great catastrophe. Even if a person who has experienced catastrophe has the ability to overturn mountains and seas in the mortal world, he can only die a narrow escape on this hurdle—ants fighting for their lives with the sky is disrespectful, let alone Delusions live the same life as heaven and earth.

It is said that during the great catastrophe, the thunder was like pouring down, and there was no way to resist it, and there was absolutely no magic weapon in the mortal world to protect it.

Cheng Qian paused: "Uh..."

Yan Zhengming immediately affirmed: "It's a catastrophe."

Cheng Qian said as if nothing had happened: "Oh, that's not true. I have been retreating, and my knowledge is limited. I haven't heard of the catastrophe, and it can be divided into big and small."

In this regard, Cheng Qian, who has been very good at putting on a show since he was a child, is much better than the puddle. After speaking, he was just a little bit curious, and asked: "What is the Great Tribulation?"

Yan Zhengming looked at him without saying a word.

Cheng Qian casually added another sentence: "Anyway, I carried it all over, but I didn't feel that it was too powerful. Maybe it's relatively small?"

Yan Zhengming's gaze began to be a little gloomy, like when someone knocked over his censer when he was a child, he just kept staring at others without making a sound, with every eyelash standing out like "I'm very upset, hurry up and give it to me." I apologize" shape.

Cheng Qian used to think impatiently, "I'm used to your problems", and then decide whether to perfunctory appease according to the priority of the matter. However, after many years, he suddenly felt soft in his heart—— At that time, he was near death, the bad temper of the senior brother, the toad of the second senior brother, the troubles caused by the fourth junior brother, and even the endless diapers of the junior junior sister, were all his longing and elusive memories.

Cheng Qian suddenly smiled, the slightly curved corners of his eyes were hooked into delicate hooks, and he avoided answering about the catastrophe, but coaxed: "Brother, I miss you very much."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

His heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he hurriedly said "coming soon", then dropped Cheng Qian, swooped down to the clouds with his sword, and fled.

At the same time, Sect Leader Yan thought very heroically: "Don't expect me not to pursue it, I will send a letter to the old fat man in Mingming Valley to ask what happened when I get back."

Cheng Qian thought that the so-called "Village" was somewhere deep in the mountains and old forests, but he didn't expect that it was actually a villa. It was on the outskirts of the city and surrounded by mountains, with hundreds of hectares of fertile land below.

The two of them descended to the top of the hill and walked down. Looking from a high place, they could still see the busy human market not far away.

Anyone who sees it will only know that this is the residence of a mortal landlord.

However, after entering the villa, Cheng Qian understood why Yan Zhengming bought the house.

I don't know who the former owner of this villa is, but the terrain here is very delicate, with mountains and rivers gathered here, and the spiritual energy of the green hills on three sides gathers in it. Walking down a circle, it is no less than Qinglong Island in the fairy mountain of the East China Sea.

"I reinforced the courtyard wall," Yan Zhengming said, "there are spells under the bricks, so that the spiritual energy in the house will not leak out-even if it is not as deep as Fuyao Mountain, it must be better than Mingming Valley."

Still angry... Cheng Qian was speechless and could only nod in agreement.

Walking around the outer courtyard, there are complete pavilions, terraces and pavilions. Occasionally, the servants who clean the courtyard pass by in silence. They go through a garden and arrive at the inner house. As soon as you step in, you will feel that the heat is swept away. When you walk in it, you will involuntarily walk lightly, so as not to disturb the tranquility here.

"They are not allowed to enter here, and no one will disturb them even if they retreat," Yan Zhengming said, "Come with me."

He took Cheng Qian straight to the middle of the bamboo forest, and saw a small courtyard here, with a wooden sign hanging on the door, with the word "Qing'an" written on it, the breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and Cheng Qian stood there. In front of the courtyard gate, I was stunned for a moment, as if I had returned to Fuyao Mountain after a long absence.

The door of the study in the courtyard was half-closed, all the four treasures of the study were spread out on the table, and a half-copy of the Qingjing Sutra lay on the table, as if the owner had never left.

While Cheng Qian was looking around, Yan Zhengming hurriedly rolled up the half of the Qingjing Sutra and hid it in his sleeve, and said to Cheng Qian nonchalantly: "I...well, I remember your Qing'an residence is like this, look Do you see any difference?"

Cheng Qian looked at the lifelike carved windows, the tea charm tray, the soft chair that can sink people into it, and the scent of seal script coming from the side. With a glance, he knew whose territory this place used to be. Don't even touch it."

But seeing Yan Zhengming's pretendingly calm eyes, he opened his eyes again and shook his head in nonsense: "No, it's almost possible to confuse the fake with the real."

Yan Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief at first, then with difficulty tensed his expression, and said very "head": "That's good, it's reserved for you, come back and live."

After finishing speaking, he looked serious, stared at Cheng Qian threateningly and said: "Do you remember what I said? If you dare to leave home without a reason without saying anything, I will clean up the house."

Cheng Qian was funny and helpless, and couldn't help choking: "Are you finished?"

He couldn't fight back, he couldn't fight back, and he was so obedient that Yan Zhengming's heart was flustered, and he always felt uneasy. Finally, when he heard the familiar tone, his heart felt at ease like a boulder fell to the ground.

Headmaster Yan asked himself bitterly: "Is this because you don't want others to give you good looks, bitch?"

Then the bitch took a step forward and hugged Cheng Qian from behind. The moment his arms tightened, Yan Zhengming closed his eyes and held his breath, as if he was holding back a strange feeling. He clapped his hands, patted Cheng Qian's shoulder affectionately, and said, "Okay, take a good rest."

Then he turned around and left with half of the Qingjing Sutra in his hand, and only after he walked out of the bamboo forest did he let out the breath he was holding, just like this, feeling slightly melancholy contentedly, strolled to the next door, and concentrated on submerging the primordial spirit into the palm seal, carefully Look up the closure order left by Master.

Although Cheng Qian asked and said a few words, his words were very vague, but Yan Zhengming keenly felt that the process of him being put to death and reborn, seemed to have just met the three calamities of "Heaven, Earth and Man", and was in line with the triple lock in the order to close the mountain. One-to-one correspondence... Could it be a coincidence?

He tentatively used his primordial spirit and the divine consciousness in the seal of the sect to fight against him slightly. The seal of the sect treated him generously and would not hurt him, as if forgiving a junior who was not very sensible, and only slightly rebounded him, making him feel It's still far from being a gnat shaking a tree, so don't play tricks.

Yan Zhengming bypassed the "human lock" he had already counted in his mind, and turned to the "earth lock" at the back. He poked his divine sense in, and saw that there were four grids of green, white, red and black, arranged in four directions, each grid There is a keyhole inside, and three of the locks are tightly closed, but the lock belonging to Qinglong has been opened.

How is this going?