Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Yan Zhengming was a little hesitant for a while.

Although he didn't say it out loud, Cheng Qian could already see the doubts in his heart. In fact, most of the time Cheng Qian was very good at observing words and expressions, but most of the time he didn't say it out loud, and he basically didn't take it to heart.

Seeing the elder brother hesitate, Cheng Qian answered, "If you want to go and have a look, we will go to the second elder brother and the others now."

Yan Zhengming groaned and didn't move. After a while, he suddenly said in a rambling manner: "The master has been thinking about the sect until his death. He would rather die and lose his soul, and turn the three souls into copper coins to stop the sect. Jie—breaking the Demon Valley, destroying the Soul Eater Lamp... Besides, although he is insane, he doesn't seem like a person full of evil. If you were a master, would you bury him under a tree cruelly because of this kindness? "

Cheng Qian paused for a moment, did not answer directly, and asked instead: "What about Xiaoyuan? What are you going to do if we really block him in southern Xinjiang?"

Yan Zhengming frowned, and remained silent for a while.

No matter what kind of path Han Yuan chose afterwards, he didn't intend to kill Cheng Qian back then. The person who got the soul painting technique didn't even realize that his own body was broken into pieces. Han Yuan couldn't resist at all. Yan Zhengming is well aware of all these things—but he knows what he knows, and he always has a grudge.

At this time, another small voice in his heart asked: "What if it was the other way around? What if the person who got the painting spirit was Xiaoqian?"

As soon as this idea came to his head, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

His eyes slowly moved to Cheng Qian - Cheng Qian's appearance was actually not much different from when he was a teenager, but he was a little taller, his eyebrows and bones were a little longer, and his outline was vague.But every time Yan Zhengming looked at him carefully, he would feel some inexplicable feeling.

At first, he thought it was a strange feeling that he hadn't seen for many years, but later he found out that it was wrong, because every time he closed his eyes, he wished he could even remember how many eyelashes Cheng Qian had.

It stands to reason, shouldn't we turn a blind eye to familiar people or things?

However, Yan Zhengming found that he was less and less afraid to stare at Cheng Qian, and always felt that if he watched too much, his eyes would burn.

"If it was Xiaoqian, I probably wouldn't have watched him jump into the sea and leave." After a long time, Yan Zhengming had no choice but to come to such a conclusion. He sighed secretly, a little guilty because he was too partial.

After Yan Zhengming thought about it like this, his eyes couldn't help but look a little bewildered. Cheng Qian suddenly thought of the way his eyebrows had a demon in the bamboo forest that day, and suddenly felt a little bored.

"These troublesome things shouldn't be on his mind," Cheng Qian thought to himself, "If you have any problems, you can let me handle them all. Why are you so embarrassing?"

The elder brother has suffered enough for the past hundred years, Cheng Qian decided to let him just eat, drink and have fun, occasionally show off the score of the master, and get over the addiction of domineering - he has already connected seven masters. After the catastrophe has been carried down, is it possible that they still can't carry the crumbling beam of the Fuyao faction?

"Let's go, since the lock is in the seal of the master, we have to go and see the Suzaku Pagoda no matter what." Cheng Qian stood up and stretched out his hand to pull Yan Zhengming.

For some inexplicable reason, Yan Zhengming would involuntarily get nervous every time Cheng Qian's hand flickered in front of his eyes, so he subconsciously blocked and grabbed Cheng Qian's hand.

Cheng Qian's fingertips were cold, but there was a little warmth in his palm, which seemed to burn people.

Yan Zhengming shivered calmly, not willing to let go.

Cheng Qian didn't take it seriously, and with a "tsk", he grabbed the paw of the "money earner" with the copper coin ring with his backhand, and roughly rolled off his unsightly ring and put it into his sleeve, sighing : "Okay, no one will slap you this time... With such a spirit belt on your body, I think you are really full."

Yan Zhengming's hands were suddenly empty, and his heart felt lost for a moment, but Cheng Qian had already walked out of the restaurant before him.

The cold touch just now seemed to be still at the fingertips, Yan Zhengming moved his fingers reluctantly behind, feeling a little abnormal.

Could it be that it's too hot, and Cheng Qian's hands are cold, so can he escape the heat and stay in the house?

Cheng Qian had already walked out of the gate at this time, seeing that he was still dawdling there, he turned around and asked in doubt: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming murmured, "I... well, it's a little hot..."

He spat at himself while hesitating, Xiaoqian is not an outsider, how many times did he roll on his bed after practicing swordsmanship without taking a bath, and just said "Come here and let me cool off"?

At most, they just rolled their eyes one by one!

However, Yan Zhengming just couldn't say it, and it's nothing if he couldn't say it. His heart was like a wild horse, and his thoughts ran in increasingly weird directions out of control. Cheng Qian hugged her whole body with her arms full.

It seems real!

Yan Zhengming couldn't help shivering secretly, this is really weird, could it be that after so many days, the inner demons from that time of practicing kung fu have not disappeared?

But immediately, some kind of secret longing rose in his heart.

Really tossing and turning, scratching his head.

"How the hell does this look so much like the legendary girl Huaichun?" Yan Zhengming froze on the spot as if struck by lightning for a moment, lost his mind for a long while, and let out a breathless cry from his fragile heart, "God, I must have lost my temper."

The distraught Master Yan and Cheng Qian left the town all the way, and searched along the wild mountains to the most aura-rich place in the mountains, but before they found Li Yun, they heard chaotic voices first.

From a distance, I saw a ostentatious Pegasus carriage parked there. The body was decorated with jewels, and the gauze curtains were flying, making it seem like a rain of flower petals was about to fall around.

Pegasus is not something that ordinary people can support, at least a sect with the scale of Mingming Valley can afford it.What's more, monks can control objects not long after concentrating, and it is not uncommon for powerful people to shrink thousands of miles. Enduring the cold wind in the sky, and going out in such a flamboyant flying carriage, if it is not because of low cultivation and cannot control objects, it is purely for showing off.

No matter what it is, the level of the people in the car must not be very high.

The canopy above the carriage is very thin, and when the gauze curtain carved with charms was lowered, a young man was sitting in the carriage, leaning there lazily, he was indeed handsome and dog-like, but Too good to be straight, with a red mole on his left eyebrow, which added a bit of indescribable hostility to him.

There were at least a dozen or so monks following the flying chariot on saddle and horseback. A glance at them showed that all of them were not weak. There were also two old men with white hair and beards following behind the chariot, one on the left and one on the right. With the aura of dust, I am afraid that he is still a master above Yuanshen.

Surrounded by this circle of people, it was Li Yun who looked like a barefoot doctor.

Li Yun's mental skills, but it's a pity that he is too distracted, and he is full of evil spirits, which is not conducive to his practice. When he was young, Cheng Qian would encourage him in front of him. Later, he became mixed with Yan Zhengming, so he devoted himself to messing with him Those messy heretics, those who have been mediocre in terms of cultivation all these years, and those who have been stuck on the hurdle of Yuanshen for more than ten years have not made any progress, and I don't know how to worry.

A puddle hung above his head, his fur was blown up, and he yelled at the young man in the carriage, "Who is a bird? I think you are a bird with a sharp-billed monkey gill! Even if my aunt is really a bird, it is someone else." It's really shameless to bring so many fathers of yours here to steal!"

The young man in the carriage didn't seem to have a good temper, but he obviously regarded the puddle as a bad-mouthed bird. After being scolded like this, he didn't have the same knowledge as her. Instead, he thought it was very funny, and smiled at Li Jun said: "I think this fellow Taoist is following the Dao of alchemy, right? I heard that Dao of alchemy is the most important thing to focus on, and you can't disturb it at all. Isn't it noisy if you take it with you? Besides, Dao of alchemy is not easy. Throwing it into the alchemy The herbs in the furnace are all real gold and silver resources, and this fellow Taoist... tsk, he must always be shy."

Although Li Yun has a genuine little white face, he is a bit unkempt, especially since he has been wandering in the countryside of southern Xinjiang for a long time. It is indeed a genuine poor and sour phase.

"I'll give you a thousand taels of gold and three powerful talismans," said the dandy in the carriage, "Right now the Suzaku Pagoda is about to open, and there are many monks gathered here, if you lack any resources, these three powerful talismans are enough Trade them something nice—sell me the bird."

Li Yun didn't say a word after hearing this, as if he was really moved by the price.

Shui Keng suddenly became anxious, her second senior brother was timid and unprincipled, maybe he could really do the thing of selling her out, so he immediately made waves on his head: "How dare you! How dare you betray me, Sect Leader!" break your leg!"

Dandy is different from dandy, like the elder brother, although he can only be mean, but most of the time he can still reason.

The one sitting in the carriage was different. Although he could pretend to be amiable, he actually asked his subordinates to surround Li Yun and the others unambiguously, ready to grab or buy them.

Li Yun's eyes rolled slightly, and he secretly said trouble in his heart.

He reached out and caught the chirping puddle bird, and muttered: "Little junior sister, how about I sell you first, and then go back and bring in rescuers to snatch you back?"

He wasn't too worried about the puddle. Although the puddle wasn't very clever, he knew that the sky was high and the earth was strong, and he was very measured. For example, when the senior brother was away, she found that she had no backing, so she never took the initiative to provoke others.

The puddle pecked at him fiercely, and Li Yun thought sadly: "Pull it down, you are not worth 1000 taels of gold... Oh, forget it, who made me a senior brother?"

He squeezed the bird's beak of the puddle to silence her, put on a look of being in a dilemma and cupped his hands and said: "Young master, your bid is very high, but you have seen me, a little bastard, and I have a bad temper." It's hard to feed, if you offend the young master... well, it's a life anyway."

Seeing that he was sticky and refused to let go, the young man in brocade clothes in the carriage had a flash of impatience on his face, as if he didn't intend to continue talking nonsense with Li Yun, he urged: "I bought it at a big price. , will naturally take good care of it, you just say whether to sell it or not."

His voice fell, but the puddle seemed to see something, she broke away from Li Yun's hand suddenly, and rushed out of the crowd.

When a monk saw her, he immediately stretched out his hand to knock her down, and a streak of true energy had already pierced through the air.

At this moment, the cultivator suddenly felt horrified, and immediately, a sword qi slashed past with incomparable precision. The man who wielded the sword seemed to disdain the sneak attack, and did not hurt him, but barely smashed his true essence. Immediately, the sword intent dissipated, and the coolness even soaked up the surrounding scorching heat.

Everyone turned their heads suddenly, and saw two people approaching from a distance, as if they had arrived in front of them in an instant, the two old men who were not far or near behind the flying horse suddenly turned serious, crossed the crowd to meet them, and said defensively: " Where are the two fellow Taoists going?"

Puddle Bird had a talent for "finding the most reliable person when something goes wrong" when she couldn't speak. I saw her plunge into Cheng Qian's hands, and wiped out the vicious person who was just a shrew and swearing at the street. Jing, complaining aggrievedly: "It was that person who got me off the net halfway, causing me to become like this, and now he is still chasing here lingeringly, the bastard surnamed Li saw the money and planned to sell me Woolen cloth!"

The "babe three" surnamed Li: "..."

Cheng Qian stretched out his hands to cover the head of the puddle, glanced at the man in the carriage, and then set his eyes on the two old men in front of the carriage.

Just when Li Yun was worried that he was about to speak rudely, Cheng Qian nodded slightly to the group of people, although he was not smiling, he was still polite.

"Thank you for the blue eyes of this fellow Taoist, who likes my little sparrow," Cheng Qian said slowly, "It's just that she has been with me for a long time, and she is spiritual, like half a family member, and we don't usually treat her as a pet." It is inconvenient to sell, please forgive me."

Yan Zhengming didn't make a sound beside him. He scanned the expensive-looking carriage from top to bottom, and secretly decided in his heart that he would also get a few flying horses to raise when he returned to the villa. It is still possible.

Cheng Qian used to be "if you disagree with someone, you will fight", but that didn't mean he was aggressive, he just couldn't help it.

Now that he is well-cultivated enough to run amok in Kyushu, and with a frost blade in his hand, he has long been fearless, but he has become more polite in his dealings with others. These words are not flattering at all, nor do they show arrogance, although the tone is faint , but while speaking, he kept carefully holding the bird with a broken beak in one palm, showing a bit of reasonable sincerity.

The young man on the carriage looked down at Cheng Qian, frowned and said, "Are you also here to try your luck at Suzaku Pagoda?"

Cheng Qian can tell at a glance that this person's level is probably still stuck at the hurdle of concentrating, and he thought to himself: "Is it okay?"

But because he didn't want to make extra troubles, he still replied: "We are planning to go to the southern border, passing through here, just passing by. If we can pay a visit to the Suzaku Tower by the way, it will be considered a windfall."

Seeing that the young man was so ignorant, one of the old men who was following in front of the car couldn't help but turned around, and whispered a few words to the young man in the car.

But I don’t know what the old man said. It’s okay if he didn’t open his mouth. When he opened his mouth, the voice didn’t fall. The young man became anxious first, pointing to the old monk and said: “What’s the use of my family raising you people, one or two Yes, even the wild monks you meet on the road have many scruples - I want that bird!"

That old monk is getting older, and he is already a master of one side, so where can he not be flattered by others?At this time, he was yelled at by a yellow-mouthed child in public, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Yan Zhengming pulled out the puddle where Cheng Qian enjoyed the cool summer treatment, and finally felt a little more at ease, before he sighed with emotion in a low voice: "It's really rare to meet someone who is even more asshole than me."

He is so self-aware that no one else can say anything.

After Yan Zhengming finished speaking, he gestured to Li Yun and said, "I told you we won't sell it—Junior Brother, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he didn't even save his sword, and his true energy directly turned into a sword shadow, carrying him straight into the sky, showing his sharp sword intent.

The two primordial spirit elders looked at each other, their expressions were alert—there are thousands of monks who wield swords, but not everyone can be called a sword cultivator. For a sword cultivator, the primordial spirit can be transformed into a sharp sword and released outside the body It can be difficult to tell the truth from the false.

How difficult it is to cultivate the sword of the primordial spirit, the right time, the right place, and the harmony of people are indispensable, at least a hundred years of work is indispensable. The person in front of me has such an achievement at such a young age, and the future may be limitless.

Sword repair is rare, and most of those who have a little achievement are invincible. At a level like Yan Zhengming, he is willing to talk to his juniors, which is basically a courtesy, but they are not immune to their swords. The young master was born with a pair of two or five eyes, but he still felt that he was being slighted, and immediately said angrily: "Since you don't work, I will do it myself."

Before the two old men had time to stop it, a small flag flew out from the young man's sleeve. The colorful incantations on it were like a spirit-calling banner. It was a treasure that I did not know where it was obtained. Involve the surroundings into it, and create a small world for another day!