Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Li Yun almost skinned the puddle bird and saw that Yan Zhengming had prepared coarse salt and chili noodles by the side, and was ready to have a meal of roasted birds at any time—he also didn't figure out how she couldn't change back of.

It can be seen that some men are indeed only good at talking. They usually look at what they can do, but when it comes to critical moments, they will lose the chain.

The puddle threw feathers on Li Yun's head, and he said angrily, "What use are you for!"

Suddenly, she rebelled against her superiors, and then she fell to the side panting, remembering something, with a "bah", spit out a sticky little note from her mouth.

Yan Zhengming's expression changed immediately, he covered his face with a fan, and calmly took two wrong steps back.

"I can't do anything about it," Puddle said angrily, "I don't have a hand to hold it, so I can't put it under the wings, right?"

Yan Zhengming said disgustedly: "Do you want me to catch a carrier pigeon and show you how other birds do things?"

The puddle said aggrievedly: "Have you ever seen a carrier pigeon tie a letter to its own leg? I haven't seen Brother Zheshi at all. This thing was mixed into a pile of bird food, and it was pulled out with great difficulty. Yes. If it weren't for my sharp eyes, I might have missed it."

The word "Bird Food" successfully pushed her elder brother back one step further.

Cheng Qian casually reached out and picked up the note, and when he opened it, he saw only a line of petty words inside: "I have entered Tianyan's place. This place is highly hierarchical and mysterious. If you encounter it in the future, be careful."

Cheng Qian turned his head to look at Yan Zhengming in a little surprise: "Eldest brother..."

The fan in Yan Zhengming's hand still half-covered his face, maintaining the posture of the red card oiran wanting to refuse or welcome, but his eyes were sharpened, and he said in a low voice: "Tianyan is in the eyes of outsiders. It took more than 30 years for ocher to get into the place where the monks condescended to take up their posts, and there are too many ulterior motives."

He closed the fan with a "swipe", put his hands behind his back, and continued: "There are so many trivial matters in the world. It stands to reason that people in cultivation should not get involved in too much for their own cultivation level, but I have been thinking about one thing—— Those mortal dignitaries, who have lived in glory and wealth for a lifetime, don’t they want to live forever? Does the emperor not want to let himself be forever? I don’t believe that all the adults in the court are thinking about doing their best, and they have never thought about it. A mortal prince rebelled, why did he involve so many spells and fairy artifacts?"

Shui Keng wondered, "What does that have to do with us?"

"Stupid bird," Yan Zhengming poked her head with the tail of a folding fan, "For some reason that I don't know, I'm afraid we have already been in the records of Tianyan Office. Zhou Hanzheng knew about us a hundred years ago. , I absolutely don't want to see another Zhou Hanzheng again, so I have to do whatever it takes to be ready to strike first."

Unknowingly, he was infected with a trace of murderous aura at some point, the fate in this world is sometimes really incalculable.

Cheng Qian's chest suddenly felt sore, and as the time since he left the ice pool lengthened, the joys, anger, sorrows and joys in his heart that belonged to people were slowly melting and recovering like a glacier, and at this moment, he finally felt distressed. .

He destroyed the ocher note, and patted Yan Zhengming on the back: "If I can kill the first Zhou Hanzheng, I can kill the second one, don't worry."

Yan Zhengming was especially worried about him, and turned his head and said sternly: "You better give me peace of mind—you pretended to be confused when you clearly knew what the big and small catastrophes were, I haven't pursued you yet, don't I thought... ah! Cheng Qian! You little bastard, what did you touch just now!"

The senior brother's very normal and serious lecture suddenly turned into an extremely tragic scream when he realized which hand Cheng Qian was wiping his body with.

With an innocent face like a gentleman, Cheng Qian raised a hand slightly, and said to add insult to injury, "It's just a little saliva, it's already done."

Yan Zhengming's face was distorted.

Cheng Qian had no choice but to sigh, and comforted: "Don't do this, brother, you are still innocent."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

What is meant by "raising a junior is not as good as a dog", he can really feel it now, and it seems that there is no reason for the decline of the ancestors of the Fuyao sect because of fighting each other.

Yan Zhengming didn't know for a while whether he should go back to skin, wash and change clothes, or clean up Cheng Qian first, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Several people were stunned at the same time, the smile in the corner of Cheng Qian's eyes disappeared suddenly, and the whole person seemed to have just transformed from a handful of frost, the puddle also shut up suddenly, and flew to the pen holder on the side, pretending that he was just a pen holder. common bird.

After a while, I saw a strange boy running all the way to the door, and said respectfully, "Young Master Cheng, you have a letter."

Yan Zhengming asked coldly: "When did the inner courtyard allow you to come and go as you please?"

On the one hand, there are rules in the villa, on the other hand, there are spells at the gate of the inner courtyard wall, outsiders should not be able to enter at all.

With a wave of Cheng Qian's hand, the letter fluttered over. The moment the letter paper left the servant's hand, he seemed to have just been woken up by a stick. The owner of the villa, meeting Yan Zhengming's serious eyes, knelt down with a "plop", and said tremblingly: "Villager, owner, there are magic tricks in that letter, villain... villain didn't do it on purpose... "

Cheng Qian lowered his head and glanced at the envelope, only to see that it said "From Cheng Xiaoyou" and signed "Tang Zhen".

The seal of the envelope had been torn open, and a faint fragrance radiated out. Cheng Qian knew it was the grass juice of sleepwalking grass after a slight smell.Tang Zhen has been traveling all over the world these years, and he has heard a lot of strange things around him, and even Cheng Qian has gained a lot of knowledge.

Mixing the grass juice of sleepwalking grass into the ink, except for the real recipient, anyone who wants to open the letter with ulterior motives will be backlashed by it—for example, if there is any gap and has been wandering outside their villa, Thinking about how to sneak into the inner courtyard, if he touches the sleepwalking grass, he will be directed to barge in directly.

Yan Zhengming raised his hand to grab the man, he was mainly probing, and didn't use much force, but the suspicious boy took it seriously, jumped up from the ground, quickly dodged it, and ran out quickly .

After running to the door, a figure suddenly landed in front of him, and the cold light of the frost blade lay across the door of the courtyard, blocking his way in an instant.

"Are you allowed to go?" Cheng Qian said in a low voice, "Stay."

The boy still wanted to make a move, but he didn't know that he was approaching, and his courage was shattered by the heavy pressure from Cheng Qian's seven great catastrophes. His feet softened, and he threw himself to the ground, and said in a broken voice: "Forgive me, senior... ..."

Before he finished begging for mercy, suddenly, the man's body froze suddenly, and he opened his mouth wide open to the sky. His whole head fell backwards, and was divided into two by the mouth, like a rotten watermelon that was split open with a knife and its roots were severed. Then, a cloud of gray gas came out of his mouth and rushed towards Cheng Qian.

Li Yun exclaimed: "Be careful!"

Cheng Qian's eyes were fixed, and the cloud of gray gas had been frozen before it approached him within three steps. It receded back in a very human way, burrowed into the boy's body again, covered his head, and disappeared instantly. The person's head was turned into a white bone supported on the head, and then fled in all directions.

Cheng Qian tapped lightly with the tip of his sword, and the bones shattered into a pile of powder, and the servant just now turned into a headless corpse, which fell silently to the side.

"The means of the demon cultivator." Cheng Qian said, "But it may not be done by the demon cultivator. Has this kind of thing happened before?"

Yan Zhengming's expression was a bit solemn: "That's not true. I haven't seen this person before. It is reasonable to say that the people who enter and leave the villa are familiar faces who know the basics. We have settled here for nearly ten years, and we haven't seen any monks."

Li Yun quickly reacted, and said, "Could it be that someone has followed Xiaoyuan and followed him to our place?"

The introduction of Han Yuan's fall into the devil way back then was Zhou Hanzheng's painting soul, which seemed to have something to do with Tian Yanchu.

Shui Keng didn't dare to say anything at once, and said to himself that it was lucky that Zheshi didn't meet her.

Li Yun asked softly: "Brother, then... do we need to change places?"

When he said this, his heart was almost a little distressed. After being a stray dog ​​for a hundred years, it was almost a habit.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, and then said, "We're not going anywhere."

Li Yun: "But..."

Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows suddenly, and interrupted him: "Can I still hide for a lifetime? I want to see what these hide-and-seek rats can do to me."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, only to hear a loud bang from the gate.

Cheng Qian's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and the Frost Edge Sword immediately rose into the air. In mid-air, he saw a huge stone monument rising up at the gate without warning. Countless mortals came here after hearing the sound, scrambling to watch and pointing. , I don't know who raised his head first and saw Cheng Qian standing in the midair with his sword, the mortals in the villa suddenly knelt together and begged the immortal for blessing.

There are four large characters written on the stele: Fuyao Mountain Villa.

Cheng Qian shook his head, not sure whether his elder brother was angry or wanted to do this a long time ago, silently picked up the letter Tang Zhen gave him, and returned to the bamboo forest.

There was nothing important in Tang Zhen’s letter, it only stated that Minggu sent Liu Lang to him, and Liu Lang was possessed by the demon cultivator Jiang Peng, and his soul was damaged. Fortunately, Cheng Qian nailed him with three ice picks, and he will practice this way in the future The road, I am afraid it will be much more difficult than others, he will try his best to find a way.

There is a vague mention at the end that they should not appear near Fuyao Mountain too frequently recently, as there are too many people staring there.

Cheng Qian's heart sank for a moment, and he always felt that the road back to Fuyao Mountain was endlessly long.

A few days later, Yan Zhengming completely strengthened the spells around the villa, and the group set off for southern Xinjiang according to the original plan. It was still three people and one bird—the bird perched safely on Li Yun's head , so as to urge him to spend less time on foreign work and figure out a way to transform her back as soon as possible.

Several people did not walk with swords along the way.

Firstly, going to southern Xinjiang is not an imminent matter, and secondly, monks have been in seclusion for a long time, and they do have to enter the world occasionally. The so-called "good fortune and misfortune depend on each other", and "going together in the same way", sometimes rolling around in the mundane world will help To break through the bottleneck - everyone understands this truth, and most of the monks who have just started to practice do this, but the strange thing is that the more famous the world is, the more secluded he is.

When one goes to a high place, one enters a narrow road. One day, the Wanli Pengcheng Road will become a single-plank bridge that is as scary as a spider's thread. You must always be on guard for fear of making a wrong step.

It seems that the stronger the person, the more timid they are, because they dare not take the risk of falling down.

Fuyao Mountain Villa is located in the Central Plains, slightly to the north, which is quite different from the scenery in the south.

At this time, midsummer has passed, and the beginning of autumn is approaching, but the southern land is still moist and hot, with heavy rain.Before reaching the border of the southern border, Li Yun was already dazzled by the abundant spiritual grass here.

Every day, with a bird on his head and a bamboo basket on his back, he ducks into the deep mountains and old forests like a wandering man, sometimes instructing the puddle birds to grab some natural resources and treasures from those unwise little monsters and monsters. Showing off the prestige of his junior sister.

Li Yun euphemistically said that he was trying to refine the "avoiding poison pill" to prevent the miasma in southern Xinjiang from invading.

But according to Cheng Qian's estimate, with his method of picking, not to mention alchemy, it might even be enough to cook three meals a day.

Yan Zhengming had no choice but to pretend that he didn't know him, pretending to be a mortal, and wandering around the market with Cheng Qian every day.This fact is difficult for the strong. Cheng Qian likes to be quiet since he was a child, not to mention that he has been locked up in the cold place for so long and has never been in contact with the crowd. Every day, he rubbed shoulders with countless people, which made him miserable.

But Yan Zhengming didn't know what was wrong, he was like an unweaned kitten looking for his mother all the time, if he couldn't see him for a while, he would try to act like a demon again, it was extremely troublesome.

They wanted to investigate Yan Xingren, so they settled in a small border town on the outskirts of southern Xinjiang. However, for more than half a month, they didn't find any trace of demon cultivators here.

Is it possible that this group of nightmare pedestrians are usually like the ladies of the world, "the door does not leave the second door and does not step forward"?

Then this devil should be... but he is quite like the senior brother in charge of their family.

Yan Zhengming was not afraid of robbing or revealing his wealth, so he asked for a few upper rooms in the only restaurant in the town, and never asked what was there for the daily order, and only asked the store to take the most expensive ones. Toenails are everywhere.

After such a big mistake, the shop owner almost regarded him as an ancestor. The people in the southern border area are tough, and there is no defense between men and women.

No matter how delicious the food was, Cheng Qian never moved his chopsticks, and always just waited silently with a glass of cold water.

The young lady in the store carefully observed his words for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to talk to him: "Is there anything that doesn't suit your taste, sir?"

Cheng Qian has a clear distinction between inside and outside. He has always been polite and dull in front of outsiders. If he doesn't have to inquire about something, he hardly initiates a conversation with others, and looks cold.

With Yan Zhengming beside him at this time, he was even more lazy to deal with others, and only said briefly: "No, thank you."

The young lady in the shop lost all her courage after so much effort, and she didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so she turned to Yan Zhengming and said with a smile: "It's not a coincidence for the two young masters to come, if it's later, the weather will be cooler. There are not so many people around."

Yan Zhengming asked: "Why, is there a place of interest nearby that I want to see this season?"

The lady in the store said: "Isn't that right, not far ahead is the former site of Suzaku Pagoda, and they all came for that."

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment: "Suzaku Pagoda? You mean Xu Yingzhi, one of the Four Sages...cough, senior?"

He only knew that Xu Yingzhi was in the south, but he didn't know the exact location of Suzaku Pagoda, so he bumped into it just like that.

The lady in the store nodded quickly and said: "Exactly, the owner of the Suzaku Pagoda has passed away for more than a hundred years, leaving only a ruin and a loyal old servant. The old servant followed the owner's will and made this place like a breeze and a bright moon. In a land of no one, the door opens every year on August [-]th to welcome someone with predestined relationship. Every year someone wants to try his luck, even if he is not a "predestined person" and cannot enter the Zhuque Tower, if he meets the old servant face to face, he may be able to marry him The eyes of the old man can give me some pointers—hehe, although the Suzaku Pagoda has lost its owner, it is not so easy to advance. The two young masters can be seen as rich and powerful, so it is better not to mix with these wild monks. They fought to the death, but if they want to see blood, the government can't control it."

Seeing that they stayed nearby for several days and found nothing about Yan Xingren, they didn't want to delay any longer, but they didn't want to accidentally find the Four Saints' Suzaku Pagoda here.

Could it be a blessing in disguise?

At the same time, Yan Zhengming had some doubts in his heart. Ever since he knew that the lock might be related to the Four Sages, he had paid close attention to the rumors related to the Four Sages, but Suzaku Pagoda was placed last by him.

For no other reason, Xu Yingzhi, the owner of Suzaku Pagoda, died at the hands of Lord Beiming.