Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Yan Zhengming heard himself... no, it was his master who said hoarsely: "How to solve it?"

Xu Yingzhi's eyelids drooped, and he said with a bit of indifference: "Tong Ru, if you believe in fate, you should know what 'there is a definite number in the world'. This matter can be changed with the power of extraordinary people. If you don’t believe me, you should have read the phrase “The former knowledge is the brilliance of Tao and the beginning of ignorance.” The so-called 500 years of previous knowledge and 500 years of later knowledge are all false. But on the one hand, what you see in the “Secret Realm of Three Lives” I firmly believe in the matter, and at the same time come to me and ask me how to solve it, isn’t it ridiculous? I advise you to let everything take its course and not be too stubborn.”

What "mysterious realm of three lives" and "died at a young age" and so on, although Yan Zhengming is a monk of Zhang Er who can't figure it out and doesn't know the cause and effect, he also feels that this old man surnamed Xu is a bit uncomfortable standing up and talking.

Bei Mingjun——Tong Ru was speechless for a long time, but Yan Zhengming could feel that a wave of familiar helplessness and more intense anger rose and fell in his chest one after another.

He seemed to suddenly understand why he had been attracted by this master he had never met before. The two of them seemed to be a little bit sympathetic.

Xu Yingzhi stretched out his hand and swiped, and three copper coins rushed into his palm. The thin calluses on the fingertips of this man seemed to be worn out by brushing the texture of fate countless times.

He sighed, and said in a slightly slower tone: "Since ancient times, there has been prosperity and there has been decline, and there has been success and failure. You and me are cultivators, why don't you ignore it? On this road, whether it's fighting openly or secretly, or karma and chance, In the final analysis, isn’t it all for the Dao and longevity, to escape the suffering of life, old age, sickness and death in the world? Tong Ru, you are extremely talented, and you have gone further than others, whether it is parents, brothers, masters and apprentices, all are mortal karma It’s a delusion, you’ve cut it off long ago, don’t be obsessed with it anymore.”

Tong Ru: "I didn't..."

Xu Yingzhi interrupted him and said: "To be greedy is to be obsessed, who is your greed in your heart?"

Tong Ru turned his head slightly to avoid his gaze, and asked in a shy voice for a long while, "If one day you calculate that your life span is near the end of your life, can you just say 'this fate should be broken, it should be like this'?"

Xu Yingzhi's expression remained unchanged, and he only said: "Chaojun is no different from crickets, ants and me. Isn't it ridiculous to resent the world?"

Yan Zhengming finally understood that the owner of the Suzaku Pagoda was no different from being alive and turning into a stone statue. All things were empty in his eyes, and everything was ridiculous to see. It would be boring to entangle with him.

To put it bluntly——

Even if there are eternal clouds, does the rise and fall of a family and a country matter?

There are thousands of people going back and forth, does one person's life and death and favor or disgrace matter?

Being condescending, what Xu Yingzhi said was not wrong at all. Everyone in the world understands this truth.But the mortal world is three feet, as small as one person and one family, as large as one country and one country, who doesn't worry about many "trivial things"?Those life and death parting, love and hatred, love and hatred, are really nothing but white flowers in the wind and waves for thousands of years, and they are not worth mentioning.

But whose head does it really fall on, isn't it a heartache?

As long as you are not blind, anyone who stands in the distance can see the majestic rivers and mountains, but who can find where he is in the depths of the clouds and mists in the mountains?

Yan Zhengming was sniffling and trying to figure out how to get out of this weird place, when his perspective changed, his ancestor Tong Ru stood up and said, "You should know that you are wrong, countless seniors are seeking longevity, Who asked for it? Shouyuan has an end, and I am different from the ants—the ants live and die like me, but they turn into mud from then on, but I can die and live in the blood of Fuyao Mountain. As long as the inheritance continues, The blood is continuous, why should I pursue that illusory longevity?"

Xu Yingzhi felt that he was different from him and did not conspire with him, so he couldn't persuade him any longer, so he said: "Well, I can't help you if you insist on thinking this way, but I can't help you, the Fuyao faction is indeed doomed in the Three Lives Secret Realm. Jin, what do you want? Since ancient times, those who defy the sky have struggled to the death, but it is counterproductive, old friend, do you want to go this way?"

"Don't forget, 'Da Dao 49, Tianyan [-],' everything can't be perfect, but there is always a chance," Tong Ru said, "I will definitely find that chance."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Xu Yingzhi suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, Xiaochun..."

Tong Ru paused slightly, lowered her head and sighed: "It's not what you think."

Xu Yingzhi: "Then how do you treat him?"

Tong Ru: "Jiang Peng has been only a name for many years, and he has never seen anyone. These years, Xiaochun is my only disciple. I don't have any dirty thoughts about him, it's just..."

When he said this, he seemed to feel that it was a bit boring to explain this to others, so he sneered suddenly, drifted a few steps, and disappeared.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He clearly felt the boundless soreness that surged up in his master's heart in an instant. The loneliness of the prehistoric millennium only melted on one person. After being dependent on each other for a long time, the bondage was already as deep as the sea of ​​darkness in the north. It is a lush vegetation.

As for the others... How dare you be a teacher.

Yan Zhengming suddenly became ill. He suspected that there must be something wrong with his six senses and brain. Is the so-called "dirty thoughts" the one he understood?

A lot of grotesque folk legends suddenly burst out in the head of Yan's head, and he felt that his whole body was dirty, and his dignity as the head of the house was so broken that he couldn't clean it up.

At this moment, the situation in front of him suddenly changed, and his perspective changed rapidly. The next moment, he had already returned to Fuyao Mountain with his master.

For a while, Yan Zhengming didn't even care about the filth of speculating on the love history of the elders, his heart was pulled hard, and he desperately hoped that the master's footsteps would slow down, so that he could take a good look at it through the eyes of the past This Fuyao Mountain.

But the master ran faster than a rabbit, and led him all the way to the back mountain in an instant.

The Demon Valley has already been opened, and real Zipeng and several big monsters that Yan Zhengming doesn't know seem to come forward to talk to Tong Ru, the voices are messy, and Yan Zhengming can't tell them apart for a while, but it seems that this group of monsters wants to stop him.

But Tong Ru jumped down the valley under the abyss like a bastard eating a weight.

Yan Zhengming's eyes almost didn't come out. The next moment, his eyes were blurred, and through the body of his ancestor Tong Ru, he felt a sharp pain like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Time also went dark before his eyes, and was ejected in a blink of an eye.

When Yan Zhengming came to his senses panting heavily and grinning, he saw Tong Ru kneeling not far away on a high platform.

Is there such a place in the back of Fuyao Mountain?

Yan Zhengming couldn't remember, and he hadn't walked the road behind the mountain a few times. He always felt that there was something terrible under the deep valley, and he never dared to look down.

He couldn't help but glanced at the stone steps on Tong Rulai Road, and saw that the stone steps seemed to reach from the ground to the sky, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance. There were countless steps layered on top of each other, and they were covered by clouds in the middle. A bloody footprint, somewhat shocking, does not seem to be easy to climb.

Yan Zhengming turned to look at Tong Ru again, only to see that he was actually kneeling in front of a rock.

Yan Zhengming rubbed his eyes, leaned forward to identify it carefully, and thought: "Is this how the stone in Xiaoqian's yard came from? So it is really the dream come true stone that everyone on Qinglong Island covets? But ... Is there really a stone in the world that can make people's wishes come true?"

Before that, he had never coveted any rare treasures. Yan Zhengming has seen many good things in the black market. When he has cultivated to this level, he needs the least help from external objects, but at this moment, he is staring at this magical stone, and a thought flashes through him, and he suddenly feels uncontrollably fascinated.

When they were young, they all chased and played in Cheng Qian's yard, but except for enjoying the cool weather, no one would look at the stone more. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid they were really innocent at that time and wanted nothing more.

Yan Zhengming thought obsessively, if he has this stone now, can he make a wish to open the closure order of Fuyao Mountain?Could it be possible to go back to the past—Han Yuan was not possessed by demons, Cheng Qian was not missing for a hundred years, the master died and came back to life, the Yan family was rich and powerful, they lived on the mountain where there was nothing to contend with, the wild cranes in the clouds, those who wanted to work hard, those who didn’t want to work hard just mess with each other...

Yan Zhengming stared at the stone through the infinite void, and stretched out his hand out of nowhere, almost overlapping Tong Ru's hand.

In an instant, he seemed to hear Huang Zhong Dalu in his ears, and there was a thrilling loud roar, which almost shook his soul.

Tong Ru walked up the mountain step by step with his blood on the mountain road and passed him a century-old search. Cheng Qian's arms became colder and his master's soul flew away. Yan Zhengming yelled, and his eyes turned red. The eyebrows pierced out and fell in front of his eyes, turning into Cheng Qian's appearance.

Cheng Qian was covered in blood, and the blood hole in his chest seemed to never be blocked, Yan Zhengming immediately forgot where he was, staggered forward, and reached out to catch Cheng Qian: "Who will save him! Master...Master, master...what the hell have you all gone to, help me see Xiaoqian..."

At this time, a piece of indigo light suddenly burst out from the Xinxiangshichengshi behind him, slowly permeated, wrapped Cheng Qian's body, filled the fatal wound on his chest, and all the blood disappeared little by little.

Yan Zhengming's heart was full of ups and downs, great sadness and joy, and he knelt on the ground, his mind went blank for a moment, he just looked at Cheng Qian in a daze, Xu Yingzhi's words to Tong Ru seemed to be in his ears: "Then what do you do to him?"

Cheng Qian in his arms seemed to be asleep, motionless, lying obediently in his arms, Yan Zhengming stretched out his fingers like a ghost, slowly sliding down his cheeks, and finally landed on Cheng Qian's lips , he first touched it lightly, as if he had been scalded, his fingers shrank suddenly, and after a while, he tried to put it back on again.

what are you doing to him

Yan Zhengming seemed to be separated into two people for a moment, and the one said angrily beside him, "Cheng Qian is your junior brother, are you a beast? Ridiculous!"

The other stared at Cheng Qian's pale lips involuntarily, and in the seal of the sect master that day, he didn't know whether it was from Bei Mingjun or from his own heart, he felt uneasy in his chest: "This is my little Qian. "

At this moment, he finally saw clearly the appearance of the inner demon that had lingered beside him for many days.

The sharp stabbing pain seemed to be piercing through the chest, Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian tightly, and refused to let go no matter what, then everything around him faded away as if exploding, and Yan Zhengming's soul was suddenly pushed back to his body Body.

He opened his eyes wide, only to see Li Yun shaking him anxiously and yelling something.

At that time, Yan Zhengming suddenly fell down without warning, and the little snakes around him rushed towards him like crazy.

It is reasonable to say that Feng Jianxiu's savagery is so fierce that the group of demons should be afraid of him, and he has long been immune to all poisons, but those snakes don't know what they are, and they are not forced by his coercion at all.

They were only a little afraid of the frost blade, and they were swept across by Cheng Qian's sword, but they could be forced back, but they couldn't be killed.

These snakes are not afraid of fire or water, they can't be scattered by the wind, they can't be cut by swords, and the frosty air can only make them retreat slightly, but even though the Suzaku Pagoda feels cold and damp, it is a place of fire after all, Cheng Qian There's something a bit out of place here.

The puddle flapped its wings and asked in a chirping voice, "What are these things? Second senior brother, didn't you say that the five elements are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, and that everything is always afraid of something? What's going on with this thing! Senior brother recently changed What kind of incense, how can you attract lice?"

... Fortunately, her big brother hasn't woken up yet, otherwise he would definitely roast her when he heard this sentence clearly.

Cheng Qian's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered a sentence Tang Zhen said, "The five elements are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, only the heart demon is invincible and pervasive, no matter how wise and brave you are, there is nothing you can do to prevent it."

Cheng Qian suddenly restrained his anger, cleared away all distracting thoughts in his heart, and turned into a piece of jade with frost on the outside.

The effect was immediate. All the snakes regarded him as a dead thing like Frost Blade, and followed the cold to avoid him. Cheng Qian forcibly held back the tyrannical fire around Suzaku Tower, freezing the entire Suzaku Tower from inside to outside.

Xu Yingzhi's stone statue was covered with a thin layer of ice, and there seemed to be a blizzard in the tower, and all the snakes were driven to the corner by him like autumn leaves. Attempt to get into the only fire here - the small oil lamp.

It was what Cheng Qian was waiting for, and he chased after it with a sword, cutting the black shadow in half.

A roar made the bells hanging outside the Suzaku Tower jingle, but the two halves of the black shadow suddenly swelled, twisted and merged into one in the air, forming a human shape, revealing a familiar face, sternly facing Cheng Qian He smiled and said, "Little Senior Brother, are you going to kill me to avenge yourself?"

Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword trembled suddenly, the tide-like blade turned a corner, brushed past the black shadow, and slammed into the Suzaku Pagoda, his seamless camouflage was instantly broken, and the monster Laughing lowly, Xi took a step forward, his scarlet eyes met Shang Chengqian's gaze, the distance between them was only a palm's width, and Han Yuan's grown-up face was clearly visible.

"Senior brother," he dragged the adult man's low voice to be thin and long, and the ending sound seemed to have a taste of a child acting like a baby, and said softly, "There is a river in front of me. I wanted to catch fish for Shifu and Shixiong, but There was a big dog by the river, and it was chasing me..."

It was the real Mu Chun who brought Cheng Qian and Han Yuan back back then, and the little beggar said to Cheng Qian while his master was sleeping, not a single word was wrong.

The monster's claws had reached Cheng Qian's neck.

But at the next moment, a group of icicles jumped up under his feet, almost piercing the monster, and the monster retreated in a panic, but the icicles on the ground appeared one after another from all around.

The monster was very afraid of the chill from the ice pool, and was stuck between the icicles while retreating. The dog jumped over the wall and said: "You cold-blooded person!"

"My revenge, I have already paid for it myself." Cheng Qian said without changing his face, "I will not touch a single hair of my junior brother."

Even in the future, if the teacher's sect is in trouble and wants to clean up the sect, because he went astray and wanted to punish Han Yuan, Cheng Qian also decided not to help each other. If he really hated Han Yuan, he would have killed him with a sword on the deserted island back then. .

Cheng Qian has a set of principles in his heart, like a mirror, without any ambiguity.

The cold air in Suzaku Pagoda exploded suddenly, and a handful of snow-white fireworks exploded around the monster. The ice shards scattered and gathered quickly, only to hear Cheng Qian shouted: "Seal!"

The monster with Han Yuan's face was frozen in an icicle taller than a person.

Many black snakes in the Suzaku Pagoda disappeared together, leaving only the half corpse of the unknown dandy lying in a corner, motionless.

Cheng Qian stared at the icicle silently for a moment, and the puddle bird landed on his shoulder to look at it together. Yan Zhengming pushed Li Yun away, stood up preoccupied, walked to Cheng Qian, took a look, and said: "It's not a living thing, and it's not Han Yuan, it's just deliberately made into his appearance."

Cheng Qian's face revealed a look of disappointment.

Yan Zhengming instinctively wanted to raise his hand to pat him on the back, to comfort him, but he raised his hand halfway, and he remembered the unreasonable thoughts wrapped in his own demons, and suddenly his eyes dimmed like a gnat in his throat, and he said stiffly. Looking away, he only said: "Let's go, the Suzaku lock has been opened, let's not delay here."

After speaking, he didn't wait for anyone, and walked down the dark stairs first, leaving Suzaku Tower.

Before leaving, Yan Zhengming turned his head and glanced at the cliff on the side of Suzaku Pagoda, only to feel that there was a deep abyss, not as big as the peach blossom pond in his heart.

The author has something to say: Note: "For those who know before, the brilliance of Tao and the beginning of ignorance" - Tao Te Ching "Fifty Dao, 49 Tianyan" - comes from "Dayan's number fifty, its use forty There are nine. Divide into two to form two images, and hang one to form three images. When you squeeze it to use four images to represent four times, it is strange to twist it to use the image in front, so you pull it again and then hang it." "Book of Changes"