Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

What's it like to look at each other with yourself floating in mid-air?

In particular, this "self" still has a cold expression, with frost and snow in his eyes, as if he has some deep hatred for this world.

Anyway, Cheng Qian was a little creepy, he took a step back involuntarily, and thought, "What the hell is this?"

As soon as this idea came up, the "Cheng Qian" who was floating in the sky that day had already floated towards him like a ghost, and raised his hand to hit him in the face.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Of course, even though he was taken aback by this thing, it was not so easy to be hit by a small shadow. Cheng Qian's feet moved slightly, and he had floated ten feet away in an instant, and landed outside the house, standing on the top of the wall with a strange expression on his face. Seeing Yan Zhengming flustered, he took back the "ghost" in the ring: "What is this?"

Yan Zhengming held his index finger in disbelief, thinking about it for a while, but he didn't want to live anymore.

Li Yun immediately jumped out to "share worries" for the senior brother in charge, and said talkatively, "It's an imitation spirit."

The so-called "imitation spirit" naturally corresponds to the "true spirit". All things have spirits, such as ancient jade and ancient wood, which may become refined after a long time. A few simple spells can make such imitation spirits.

Although imitation spirits look like real people, they have no perception and consciousness, and can only do some mechanical things. Some imitation spirits that are originally sharp objects are aggressive, but most of them can only do one move, and some can do a little bit Small things like sending messages or serving tea and water, all in all, are of no great use except to coax and deceive mortals.

"I know that thing is called imitation spirit," Cheng Qian said in confusion, "it...that...why..."

Although Cheng Qian didn't think his face was worth anything, he couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw this little imitation spirit who looked exactly like him. He frowned and asked, "Look like this?"

Yan Zhengming was quick to wit, covered Li Yun's mouth with his hand, and finally took the lead in front of the donkey with a mouth, and said to himself: "Because I thought of you when I saw the copper coin, I just carved one without thinking about it, cough...then what?" , don't think too much about it."

Li Yun thought gloatingly at the side: "Hmph, the more you paint, the darker it gets."

"What am I thinking about?" Cheng Qian squatted on the wall and asked even more suspiciously, "Besides, didn't you engrave that copper coin yourself?"

Imitation spirits can only be born out of raw materials, polished second-hand goods are not acceptable, Cheng Qian still has this common sense, he always seems to know what he should know and what he shouldn't know.

Yan Zhengming was speechless for a moment, feeling ashamed of being caught in the midst of rape... and the person who caught him was still very blank, watching endlessly.

Cheng Qian: "And what did it intend to do when it raised its hand just now? It wants to do two tricks with me?"

Li Yun easily broke free from the stiff senior brother, and took the time to talk: "Slapping people, imitation spirits, who don't recognize people, will slap whoever stands in front of it."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

After hearing this, Cheng Qian was finally a little shocked on his calm face. He frowned and thought about it carefully, and asked cautiously, "Elder brother, did I do something that I shouldn't have done to make you misunderstand?" ? I don’t slap people... I don’t scratch people’s hair or face.”

"No, that's just..." Yan Zhengming tried to explain weakly at first, but then came back to realize that Cheng Qian was teasing him again, and suddenly felt that he, a big brother, could not do it any longer, pointing at Cheng Qian and said, "What are you doing?" I get off!"

Li Yun was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he quietly finished answering his senior brother's words beside him: "It's just that senior senior brother didn't pay attention and made a mistake when he was making this imitation spirit."

Yan Zhengming: "What's wrong with making a small, harmless mistake!"

Li Yun smiled "hehe", and added: "He originally wanted to be someone who could talk to him in the middle of the night and talk about his loneliness."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He was suddenly a little embarrassed for no reason, and felt that the second senior brother seemed to have turned around and included himself in it.

Especially the words "I can't sleep alone", no matter how I listen to it, I feel a little bit off.

Li Yun, who had entertained his senior and junior, felt that he had gained great pleasure physically and mentally, and happily let the senior brother swing the saber into a stick, chasing and beating him all the way.

Yan Zhengming: "I must let you know how many eyes Prince Ma has today!"

Li Yun: "Oh, senior brother, it's boring to be angry when you become angry."

Yan Zhengming beat Li Yun all the way from the inner courtyard to the front yard, met the surprised eyes of a few servants who were sweeping the fallen leaves outside, then stopped in order to cover up, solemnly raised his face, adjusted his clothes slightly, and showed his demeanor Wandered all over the place.

Li Yun smiled and staggered a shoulder distance from him, chased after him and said, "I just want to make Xiao Qian laugh."

Yan Zhengming was furious when he heard the words: "Oh, you are going to make fun of me if you tease him? You really have it, Li Yun."

"Master Sect Master has a lot of seniors, so naturally he won't care about me." Li Yun pretended to pat a not-so-sincere flattery, then he paused for a moment, looked a little serious, and said, "Did you find out , Xiao Qianbian has not changed, but I always feel that he is back this time... seems to be a little less popular."

Yan Zhengming paused.

Li Yun continued: "You see, although that kid used to make troubles a lot and seemed to have no problem with anyone, he had his own spirit, unlike now, when he couldn't see him at a glance, he was as if he didn't exist. The flowers on the wall Livelier than him."

"Hmm." Yan Zhengming responded, and then told him the experience Cheng Qian had told him in a few words.

The more Li Yun listened, the more dignified his expression became.

Yan Zhengming: "What?"

"Refining a weapon to become a flesh body... I've never heard of such a thing," Li Yun pondered, "Who is this Tang Zhen?"

Yan Zhengming said: "I heard Xiao Qian say..."

Li Yun waved his hand: "Don't just listen to him, don't you understand your own brother? Whoever is kind to him, he can go through fire and water for him. Sometimes he may not think too much, and he may not take it to heart when he thinks about it." .”

Yan Zhengming sarcastically said: "Isn't it, you are the only one who is clever."

Li Yun rolled his eyes at him: "The Soul-eating Lamp is a very vicious thing. Even people like Master once lost their minds and tore up his own portrait. What's more, that Senior Tang was trapped in the Soul Lamp." After hundreds of years, what kind of ambition is that? Tsk, I am a coward anyway, no matter whether he is well-intentioned or malicious, I feel a little scary when I think about it... Let’s talk about Xiaoqian—he must not be telling you the truth, Ju Lingyu, a spiritual object like heaven and earth, can be refined by manpower. If he is so rebellious, he must have survived a catastrophe, and maybe there are more than one... Hey, big brother, what are you doing? Someone set his tail on fire?"

Yan Zhengming: "I'm going to beat him to death!"

Cheng Qian sat alone on the wall in Yan Zhengming's courtyard, looked down and saw the weeds on the wall, and suddenly remembered that "a dead tree brings spring".

The wild flowers and grass in the cracks of the stone moved slightly, and after a moment of stagnation, they suddenly woke up and glowed with vitality. Following Cheng Qian's intentions, long flower vines grew, and the fine and small white flowers gradually bloomed, which was a bit scorching. meaning.

Cheng Qian suddenly had a thought that he had never had before, and he thought, "I've come back to life."

Yan Zhengming, who had threatened to smack Cheng Qian to death, had just stepped into the small courtyard when this scene caught his eyes, instantly smashing his anger into a handful of ashes, Cheng Qian raised his head and smiled at him when he heard the sound : "Shall I go too?"

Yan Zhengming silently looked at the little white flowers on the wall. He couldn't lose his temper, and he didn't want to let him go like this. So he said sarcastically, "A gray wall with white flowers, mourning? Change the color for me."

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "You can discuss with it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he turned over from the top of the wall lightly, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Yan Zhengming stood at the same place, thinking of Li Yun's statement about "Xiao Qian has no vitality", he was a little puzzled, suspecting that Li Yun was thinking wildly again, then he went to the bottom of the wall, pointed like a knife, and cut off two bunches of flowers, I carried it back to my room and found a bottle to raise it.

At dusk that day, Yan Zhengming was still worried, so he got up and went to the small bamboo forest.

Cheng Qian was meditating, but Yan Zhengming walked around the room without disturbing him.

It was obvious that no one had touched the mattress, the pen in the study was still on the inkstone, there was not even a little tea on the shelf, and there was only a glass of cold water on the table.

Yan Zhengming frowned first, then looked at Cheng Qian quietly for a while, and then thought: "What kind of place is the ice pool in Mingming Valley?"

Sitting in the place where the dripping water turns into ice for four or fifty years, I want him to be alive and kicking right away... It seems that it is really difficult.

After thinking about it, Yan Zhengming couldn't bear to be harsh again.

In the bamboo forest in the breeze, the spiritual consciousness of the master seal hanging on his chest seemed to be clearer. Yan Zhengming had benefited a lot from it the day before, so he simply settled down quietly on the side and submerged his soul into the master seal.

He was still on the wall in front of Tiansuo, allowing the divine consciousness in the seal of the master to lead him into a deeper place. When the consciousness was connected, those small fragments flashed before his eyes again.

Only this time, Yan Zhengming felt that he was more than just a spectator, and the joy and sorrow in it all seemed real, which made him involuntarily immerse himself in it, and gradually, he forgot both things and me.

He saw Gu Daozhu again in countless scenes—this is not surprising, Yan Zhengming is not like Cheng Qian, he has never seen the real body of the master and master, and among the people who had close contacts with Fuyao Mountain in the previous generation , he knew Gu Yanxue.

Gu Daozhu seemed to be much more energetic than when he saw it. He stood opposite a middle-aged man. He saw that the man's temples were slightly white, his eye sockets were sunken, and there was a big rock like water between them.

It's exactly the one in Fuyao Mountain's Qing Anju——Cheng Qian's courtyard.

Gu Yanxue was talking quickly, she rested her thin hand on the rock, and looked at the man opposite with worry and shook her head, but the strange man just listened silently, without responding.

Yan Zhengming suddenly had a strong feeling in his heart. He always felt that this strange middle-aged man had a lot to do with him. After recovering from dizziness, he realized that Island Master Gu was standing opposite him at some point.

Yan Zhengming immediately understood that he was in the position of the strange man just now, as if he was on someone's body, he was startled, and was about to try to leave, but the next moment, a huge sadness suddenly entered from his head , like a sharp knife, crucified him there without warning.

At first, Yan Zhengming knew very well that this strong emotion was not his own, and he wanted to break free from it.

However, Yan Zhengming happened to have experienced the almost desperate sadness and the deep-rooted hatred that had nowhere to rest. The external emotions resonated with his heart, and he was involuntarily taken away not long after.

The unparalleled loneliness and anger in the world, the deeply suppressed desire not to be able to get it, the heart-pounding pain of being gouged out...

At this moment, an icy coldness broke in suddenly, pouring Yan Zhengming a chill, he woke up suddenly, the next moment his eyes flew, he was ejected from the palm of his hand again, his chest was still It was undulating violently, but there was a faint sound of thunder in my ears.

Cheng Qian was alarmed by a muffled thunder. Yan Zhengming's cultivation base had just passed a bottleneck, which was a good thing, but he seemed to be in a state of instability, so he was led by something to improve abnormally all the way, almost attracting a small catastrophe Not to mention, there was still a red light flashing between his brows, as if he ran too fast and vaguely alarmed some demon.

Cheng Qian couldn't wake him up, so he forced a piece of real energy into the back of his heart, and then dragged Yan Zhengming out of the meditation.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Cheng Qian wanted to pat his face, but just as soon as he raised his hand, Yan Zhengming leaned back reflexively.

Cheng Qian shook his hands helplessly in front of his eyes: "Brother, look clearly, I'm not the one who slaps people, I won't hit you, are you awake?"

Yan Zhengming's ears were buzzing, and he didn't hear what he said at all. His soul came out, but he still didn't know what day and night, and the sadness lingering in his chest lingered for a long time.

He suddenly grabbed Cheng Qian's hand and held it down fiercely. There seemed to be a voice in his heart growling in grief and anger: "This is mine, and none of you want to take it away!"

Cheng Qian was startled by that strange look, as if a hungry wolf was dying.

In an instant, the thunder in his ears seemed to be approaching again. Cheng Qian didn't dare to delay, fine frost condensed on his other hand, and flicked Yan Zhengming's eyebrows with a "slap", making all the hair on his forehead dyed fine. Shuang: "Big Brother!"

Yan Zhengming was shocked, his eyes suddenly softened, his hands were loosened suddenly, and he raised his head with a bit of confusion: "...Xiao Qian, what's wrong?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer. He listened to the thunder outside, and then he felt a little relieved. He frowned and said, "I still want to ask you what's wrong. Do you want to force yourself to improve your realm? Just now, I almost attracted the little catastrophe... What's wrong with you?"

These words immediately reminded Yan Zhengming of the throbbing that was hard to ignore just now, he was inexplicably guilty, his eyes wandered away from Cheng Qian's sight, and he made an excuse and said: "Well... just now I met a person in the palm seal. Memory may be affected a little."

Cheng Qian listened carefully to his description, and said affirmatively: "The person you saw should be Bei Mingjun, the master master—could it be him the old man that Island Master Gu said?"

The answer was not unexpected. Yan Zhengming guessed it when he was in the seal of the head. The strange man was either the ancestor or the real body of the master.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Cheng Qian stopped talking and said, "I think you should rest for a while?"

Yan Zhengming himself was also uncomfortable. After hearing this, he immediately got up and said, "Well, I'll go back and sleep."

Cheng Qian wondered: "Didn't you come here to enjoy the cool? Sleep well here, and I won't compete with you for the bed."

"No...cough, no need," Yan Zhengming's voice suddenly became a little dry, and he prevaricated with a reason, "You... your pillow is too hard, I can't get used to lying down, so I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he ran away quickly without looking at Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian raised his hand to call the pillow over, stretched out his hand and squeezed it, only to feel that the senior brother in charge was getting more and more unreasonable—is he going to sleep in a ball of cotton?

At this moment, a small bird the size of a palm suddenly rushed in like a firecracker, and plunged into the chest, and a crisp female voice came out from the bird's beak: "Ouch, big... eh? Third senior brother, big brother!" Brother gave you this yard?"

It turned out to be a puddle.

Before Cheng Qian could answer, he saw the little bird jumping up, jumping around three times on the spot with the hair tied on Cheng Qian's arm, and shouted: "I'm so mad! I'm so mad! I can't go back Already!"

Cheng Qian had never had much contact with women, and he was always uncomfortable facing the young junior sister who had grown up suddenly, but it was much easier for her to become a bird now, and asked, "What?"

"I ran into a bastard on the road, coveting my aunt's beauty, and set a trap to catch me! I spent a whole night gnawing and biting to break the broken net and escape. I don't know what kind of magic is on it. Now it can’t go back!” Puddle jumped up twice as if venting his anger, “I’m going to burn that bastard to death!”

Cheng Qian raised his palm around her little bird head, touched the fluff in one hand, and asked, "Who is it?"

Puddle rubbed against him aggrievedly: "I don't know."

"I'll take you to the second senior brother and see what he can do," Cheng Qian said as he stood up, "I heard that there are constant wars outside, so don't go out alone in the future."

Puddle lowered his head listlessly: "When will I become a powerful big monster?"

These words sound very familiar, and Cheng Qian remembered that when he was a child, he was always troubled, thinking all day long when he would become a great power to call the clouds and call the rain.

He couldn't help smiling, and just wanted to comfort the little junior sister.

Then I heard the puddle complaining very unhappy: "Once I turned into a bird, someone always tried to trick me. When I was in human form, why didn't there even come to tease me? Are those people blind? ? It really pissed me off!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He felt as if he had misunderstood the reason why his junior sister was angry.