Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The Suzaku Pagoda is on the cliff, facing the abyss of thousands of feet, looking down from the height, there is a deep pool of hundreds of hectares, nearly black, as quiet as black jade.

The Suzaku, born from the fire in the south, is scorching fiercely, and is the head of all birds.

This place sounds like it should be a glorious pagoda, but when I got closer, I found that it was just a small dingy building. Because the southern land is humid and hot all the year round, mottled moss has formed on the outer wall, and there is a little cinnabar on the top of the tower. Liaoluo, like a handful of bleak ash after the glitz has faded away, floats above the Jedi, outstanding and lonely.

Outside the Suzaku Pagoda is a circle of half-fallen courtyard walls, red mud and blue bricks are scattered everywhere, weeds grow as high as a room and no one cares, and sometimes there is no wind and it will move automatically.

Two or three miles away from here are completely uninhabited.

Yan Zhengming's news was late, and there were still three days before August [-]th. They wanted to avoid the crowd, but when they got to the place, they saw that there were already crowds of people around Suzaku Pagoda.

It's just that no one of this large group of monks can get close, because the tower is surrounded by a tyrannical atmosphere like a raging fire, like an invisible beast, spraying flames invisible to others all the time, rolling around, whoever dares to As soon as you step in, you will lick anyone's face.

The monks gathered three miles away from the Suzaku Pagoda, completely surrounding the place.

They are all looking forward to some rare treasures and opportunities in it. If they get out of the shit and get in for a visit, they might be able to take advantage of it to soar into the sky.

Some family members brought magic treasures, and they rested in it. The poor were sitting on the ground, and it was as lively as a folk market for a while, and some clever locals brought some farm food to sell, and sold them to monks who had not yet been able to fast. ——It's just that the folk customs here are simple and simple, the common people are generally not as diligent as those near the East China Sea, and the traders have not formed a scale.

Li Yun turned around and suggested: "Brother, since so many people have come here, I think it's useless for us to be anxious. Let's rest for a night. You have just crossed the frontier and need to consolidate your strength." , I also want to study how to make my junior sister change back, she attracts bees and butterflies more by being a bird than a human being."

Yan Zhengming responded, and took out a stone the size of a pigeon egg. At first glance, it looked like a big ring on a finger, but inside it was a lifelike courtyard.

I saw that the small stone was getting bigger and bigger in his hands, the bigger and more transparent, and finally formed a living courtyard, gathering several people in it, and separating them from the surroundings—there was actually a small world within a square inch in that small stone .

In the yard, there are all kinds of rockery and bonsai, several small houses are surrounded by a circle, and there is a coquettish and chic small swing in the middle.

People in it immediately felt that the heat around them was cleared away, and it was extremely refreshing. As soon as this magic weapon was shot, it immediately attracted a shocked look from around.

"Shijiezi," Li Yun took a few steps, reached out to touch the delicate swing frame, shook his head and sighed, "Young money maker, these years you have been smuggling, but you have hidden a lot of good things secretly." .”

Yan Zhengming choked: "Could it be possible to count on you to support the family? Then we would starve to death without bigu."

Then, he glanced away from Shijiezi, probably because the sword intent of "going forward" was still on his body, Yan Zhengming's glance was like a knife, and he immediately swept away all the peeping eyes around him.

Back then on Qinglong Island in the East China Sea, he was ignorant but liked to enjoy himself. He fought against his master life and death, and insisted on taking a big boat, which attracted everyone's attention, but he was still complacent, thinking that he was showing off well, and he didn't know how much jealousy he had provoked. So much humiliation was incurred.

If it is now, even if he is on a golden boat and silver boat, who would dare to say anything in person?

But Yan Zhengming didn't feel elated, but a little sad in his heart.

Since ancient times, he has a vicious heart, and he is guilty of carrying a jade—with his current ability, he is probably only worthy of being blatantly luxurious among this group of people, but it is not enough to open the order to seal the mountain.

However, even at this step, he already felt physically and mentally exhausted, maybe he was not capable enough in the first place.

In this world, the most hurtful thing is the word "powerless". Yan Zhengming feels that he has been wearing these four words for many years, and he is almost crowned. Fortunately, he is born with a little more heart than others, otherwise he might have been crushed down.

Could it be that the master gave him the seal of the master back then because he took a fancy to his advantage?

Thinking about it this way, Yan Zhengming thought about it a little bit self-deprecatingly.

"Let's rest here first," Yan Zhengming said, turning his head to look at Cheng Qian, "Isn't it much cooler here?"

Cheng Qian was stunned, speechless for a moment, his body was forged from the ice pool, of course he is afraid of heat, but his body is special, sweat does not stick to his body, and he himself does not say a word, thinking that others can't see it, but he didn't expect that big brother Actually always remember.

Yan Zhengming saw that he looked dumbfounded and didn't know how to react, so he couldn't help but sighed secretly, raised his hand and pressed Cheng Qian's back neck, and said, "Come here and protect me, I want to consolidate my realm."

For a swordsman, "Leading the Front" is not only a rise to a level, it is more like opening a new world. Yan Zhengming realized it carefully, and it took him a long time to wake up from the samadhi. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Qian really stood by the side faithfully.

Even Li Yun and Shui Keng were there—it was just that these two were about to fall asleep.

Yan Zhengming coughed lightly and said, "What are you all doing here?"

Li Yun was woken up by his voice, the drowsiness on his face was still there, he blurted out: "Brother, what does it feel like to enter the state of 'Leading the Front'?"

Not only him, but a few of them are actually very curious - if it is not a serious swordsman, no matter how powerful they are, they will not be able to enter the "Leading Front" state. Fuyao faction is full of people, including Han Yuan, only the head Senior brother is such a person who enters the Tao with a sword.

Even Cheng Qian sat up a little more.

Yan Zhengming pondered for a long while before replying cautiously: "The sky is big and the earth is big."

This is a very big statement, and it is almost the same as not saying it. Only Cheng Qian, who has practiced Haichao Sword, listened to it and realized it a little bit, as if he had realized something.

Yan Zhengming caught a glimpse of his pensive look from the corner of his eye, and secretly smiled wryly, swallowing his next sentence - in prison.

There is heaven and earth outside, and I am alone in prison.

This is how he felt when he was in the "Leading Front".

And the next level of "going forward" is exactly "into the sheath".

Jianxiu is different from other Taoists, he seldom realizes epiphanies, only the more he suppresses, the more he will rebound. Yan Zhengming was suppressed by the ancient real dragon soul at that time, and was stimulated by Cheng Qian's unintentional words, forced by both sides, this was forced There was this sharp sword energy.

Sword cultivators run rampant in Kyushu, but they rarely make it to the top, because this road is really difficult.

At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly felt something, he got up suddenly, and arrived at the door in an instant, opened the door, and saw a hunchbacked old man standing at the door of Shijiazi, holding a lantern swaying in the wind in his hand , without making a sound, just waiting there silently.

This old man doesn't look like a monk. When monks are about to blow out the lamps and waxes, they also show the appearance of the five declines of heaven and man, but they seldom get old so realistically, but this person's demeanor is no matter what. Not like a mortal.

The old man was only as tall as Cheng Qian's chest. Seeing the door open, he slowly raised his head towards Cheng Qian. He saw that the eyes on the old man's face were cloudy like a blind man's, but his gaze was like two pairs of rusty eyes. awl.

He looked Cheng Qian up and down, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice: "Young man, it's just seven thunder calamities, three disasters and nine disasters, but it's not over yet."

The surrounding area was completely silent, and no one commented on the old man who ran to the door of other people's house to hang a funeral—because this old man walked out of the Suzaku Tower step by step under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly: "Old man, you..."

The old man stopped looking at him, and walked past him, walking slowly as if there was something wrong, walked up to Yan Zhengming, and said in a deep voice: "Please come with me, the master, my master has something left behind." .”

Before Yan Zhengming could answer, the old man turned around and walked out on his own, as if he was sure that he would follow.

Yan Zhengming hastily gestured at Li Yun, and had already chased after him. Puddle learned the lesson of "attracting bees and attracting butterflies" before, wavering between Cheng Qian and Li Yun, and made a decisive choice—drilling into Cheng Qian's sleeve, leaving Li Yun alone behind her like an old lady to clean up the shiso seeds.

A few people followed the old man who came out of the Suzaku Pagoda under the envious, resentful, or puzzled gazes of the crowd. No one dared to make a sound. The Suzaku Pagoda opens every year, and it has been open for 100 years. What's the matter? The good things are about to be taken by people. The powerful people cherish their feathers and don't come to pick up people's leftovers. At this time, most of the people who come here to try their luck are not very good, and no one dares to mess with them.

The tumbling heat wave around Suzaku Pagoda opened a gap for people to pass through with the old man's steps like a sea. At this time, a particularly vicious gaze pierced behind him, Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head, his eyes scanned the crowd in the distance, and finally saw the dandy driver they had taught them a lesson before.

"It's just a little person who hasn't focused on it yet." Cheng Qian thought so, and looked away.

But I don't know if it's because it's too hot around Suzaku Pagoda, he always seems to be a little distracted, as if something is going to happen somewhere.

After a long while, they followed the sluggish old man to the foot of Suzaku Pagoda. There were a few rusty bells hanging on the dilapidated doorway, as if they knew someone was coming, they swayed slightly and made a dull sound. The old man stretched out his hand with some difficulty Pushing open the door, he whispered, "Come in."

Yan Zhengming said: "Senior, we didn't come here for the Suzaku Pagoda. It's just that when my master closed the mountain, he left a lock. There is a secret word in it that was saved by Senior Xu. This is to get it back..."

As if he didn't hear, the old man interrupted him and said, "Come in."

The inside of Suzaku Pagoda was dark, Yan Zhengming frowned, and took the lead to lift his clothes and walked in. The outside was hot, but the inside was cold and damp.

Panting, the old man turned on the lights in the tower one by one. The ground smelled like mud, and there were no windows around. It was dark and depressing.

Cheng Qian is a body sculpted by spiritual things. He may not have heard of some natural and earthly treasures, but he is very keen on the aura and evil contained in them, but he glanced around and found that this place is not like the legend of outsiders , What are the treasures that fill the building, it is completely destitute.

The old man led them through the narrow stairs until they reached the top of the tower. There was a stone statue of a man here, finely carved and lifelike. It was a thin man with distinct eyebrows and eyes. Thin and slightly picky, it seems that there are some male and female faces.

The old man bowed to the stone statue respectfully and said: "Master, the guest has arrived."

This stone statue turned out to be Xu Yingzhi, the owner of the place.

Yan Zhengming quickly realized that he wanted something from others, and quickly showed his most humble and polite side, pretended to be decent, stood still not far behind the old man, and said politely to the junior: "I have disturbed the senior!" .”

The old man glanced at him. Although he didn't show anything, he was probably satisfied. He fumbled to burn incense on the stone statue, then took out a simple wooden box from behind the incense table, held it in front of Yan Zhengming, and said: "This old slave is the pagoda spirit of the Suzaku Pagoda, and he lives entirely on his master's true energy. After the master passed away for many years, the power of the Suzaku Pagoda is almost exhausted, and he has been worried that he will not be able to return this thing to the noble sect. Now he can finally not worried."

Yan Zhengming opened the wooden box and found three old copper coins inside.

He froze for a moment, and looked up at the tower spirit with some puzzlement.

The old tower spirit didn't explain much, just waved his hands and said: "It's yours."

Then he turned around and turned into a cloud of blue smoke, sinking into the blue lamp on top of the stone statue.

Yan Zhengming didn't know what mystery was in these three ancient coins, so he didn't dare to touch them rashly. He was about to turn around and consult Li Yun, who is known as "omniscient". The blue light flickered on and off, and countless undulating black shadows rustled up from all directions, and a pale hand suddenly broke through the protective formation on the Suzaku Tower, and grabbed Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming thought to himself, "Are you looking for death?"

The hand was already cut off by the sword energy that was released from his body before it reached his eyes, and flew out of his wrist, but no blood was spilled, only a cloud of black air came out, and scattered around into countless black snakes. He stared at the few people in the middle.

The man who lost his hand came out step by step from the darkness. He turned out to be the dandy he met before. He was surrounded by a strange black air, with a stiff and strange smile on his face, but the person who spoke was not a human being. words, but a "hissing" sound.

The blue light on the stone statue flickered and went out, and Ta Ling, who had just hid in just now, turned into a turtle with a shrunken head.

Cheng Qian asked in a low voice, "What is this?"

Li Yun shook his head solemnly, monsters would indeed be possessed, but this dude didn't look like he was possessed... It was almost as if he was a demon cultivator in the first place.

But they had only fought against each other during the day, so that was impossible.

Cheng Qian glanced around and found that there were more and more little black snakes, but they didn't move closer to other people, as if they were just keeping a close eye on Yan Zhengming.

He suddenly drew out the Frost Blade Sword, Frost Yi charged straight at the dandy, at this moment, a hand suddenly twisted his shoulder from behind, Yan Zhengming pulled him aside, and his voice was suppressed in his throat: " get out of the way-"

Cheng Qian caught a glimpse of the faint traces of demons between his brows, and was suddenly startled: "Wait a minute, Master..."

Yan Zhengming's whole body had turned into a sword wind, and the dandy flew out lightly under the wind of the sword, the smile on his face became more and more treacherous, and his pure black eyes almost turned into a pair of abysses, he seemed to be ignorant, Pointing his toes lightly around Suzaku Pagoda, he opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the unparalleled sharp sword energy, and then Yan Zhengming slashed his head to his feet with a sword. Divided into two paths, half fell to one side in a bloody mess, twitched, and died completely, while the other half dissipated into a thick black mist, instead of dodging, it rushed straight at Yan Zhengming.

The three copper coins in Yan Zhengming's hand rattled and rattled, and the black mist paused slightly. At this moment, Cheng Qian's sword had arrived, and the thick hoarfrost instantly formed an ice wall, isolating the black mist. .

The three copper coins suddenly came out of the wooden box and sank into the palm seal around Yan Zhengming's neck. Yan Zhengming's mind buzzed, and for a moment he felt that the soul was being pulled from his body by some irresistible force. It went out and went straight into the seal of the head.

All the complicated pictures flashed by, and with a "click", the Suzaku in the ground lock opened wide, Yan Zhengming's eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a strange place. The stone statue came back to life, holding three Copper coins, silently sitting behind a stone table with his head bowed.

Yan Zhengming glanced in horror at the reflection of a bowl of tea on the table, and found that he seemed to be on the body of his master Bei Mingjun again.

He felt like crying, but he didn't know where the fate between himself and this rebellious master was.

The atmosphere at both ends of the stone table was stagnant, and a wooden sign on the wooden table was placed face down, but Xu Yingzhi, the owner of Suzaku Pagoda, turned it over, and suddenly there were three words "Han Muchun" on it.

Yan Zhengming only felt a shock in his heart. On the one hand, it was his own surprise when he saw the name of the master here, and on the other hand, it seemed to come from the heart of Lord Beiming.

Then I heard Xu Yingzhi say: "Death."