Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

"The one in my yard? Did you read it right?" Cheng Qian asked with a little doubt.

After several people came back from Zhuque Tower, they still settled in the restaurant in the border town in the southern border. Yan Zhengming picked and picked out the ins and outs of what he saw in the print of the head of the house—chopped the beginning and the end, and concealed it. All kinds of ambiguities that should not be mentioned.

"At that time, when it was hot, I used it to copy scriptures every day, and I didn't see any difference," Cheng Qian shook his head, "Isn't it just a flatter stone? I thought it was at most a bigger jade .”

Shui Keng asked curiously: "Is there really a stone in the world that can make people's wishes come true? Third senior brother, what did you think about when you used it to copy the scriptures? Did it come true?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

At that time, he just suspected that the stone might be worth some money. He thought that if the Fuyao faction was too poor to get rid of the pot one day, he would carry this thing down the mountain and find someone to carve something to sell.

...doesn't seem to be implemented.

With great difficulty, Cheng Qian maintained his nonchalant expression, and said calmly, "Of course you have to get rid of distracting thoughts when copying the scriptures. What can I think?"

After hearing this, Shui Keng felt very impressed. She herself would never be able to keep her mind free of distractions.

Li Yun interjected: "Your third senior brother was only in his early ten years old at that time, and all he could think about all day was to practice calligraphy well and practice swordsmanship well, to draw Qi into the body earlier, so that Han Yuan would not bother him when he was digging out bird eggs. , Senior Brother Censer, get away... Uh, I didn’t mean that, Senior Brother Sect Leader.”

Under Yan Zhengming's sharp eyes, Li Yun gave a dry laugh, and changed the topic: "There is only such a unique piece of such a strange stone since the prehistoric era, and I will definitely not care about these messy trivial matters. The so-called 'whatever you want', What you think must be what you ask for, what you can’t do with human beings.”

"Don't show that you can," Yan Zhengming interrupted him, "Tell me, what is the 'Three Lives Secret Realm'?"

"Don't provoke me, I've heard of it." Li Yun leaned back in the chair, raised his chin slightly, and said triumphantly, "There are three thousand great secret realms in the world, and six thousand small secret realms, except for a few people Except for occasional discoveries, most of them are unknown, the "Three Lives Mystery Realm" was first recorded in "Magic Way"..."

""Magic Way"?" Cheng Qian was taken aback, "Is that the one on the bottom floor of the scripture building that is engraved all over the wall? I read it when I was a child, but I haven't seen any secrets."

"Listen to me, the content of the types of exercises recorded in the "Magic Way" is very boring, but there is a volume called 'Anecdote' at the end, you must have never read it," Li Yun said shaking his head, "That' "Anecdote" is really interesting, it tells a lot of stories about big monsters, such as vendettas, love-hate, and being deceived... a mess of little stories, some of which are quite ups and downs."

Cheng Qian had no idea what he was proud of.

Li Yun said: "There is a record of the 'Three Lives Secret Realm'. It is said that this secret realm shows up once every 3000 years, and the path is nowhere to be found. It also gave them a great chance, but this "Three Lives Mystery Realm" is very special, it drives the "predestined people" crazy - it is said that there is a mirror in this secret realm, which allows people to see the people or things they care about the most fate."

Puddle: "End?"

These two words are not good words, and they sound a bit like an untimely death.

Li Yun nodded and said: "Well, for example, if you hollow out your mind and think about immortality, you will see yourself in the mirror looking old and blowing the candle. What I want most, but I see it backfired with my own eyes. Think about it. I know what it's like. It's an understatement to say this, but if you really go in and go around by yourself, no one can remain indifferent."

Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "Is there something wrong with the 'destined person' selected in this secret realm?"

He has almost sorted out the cause and effect in his mind - Master Tong Ru accidentally entered the Three Lives Secret Realm by mistake. Hearing the voice, he must have seen the result of the Fuyao Sect's blood being cut off, and then hurried to find Xu Yingzhi, the owner of Suzaku Pagoda. , Xu Yingzhi made a fortune for him, it seems that he drew a lottery.

Later, through some method, Tong Ru found what he wanted to become a stone. The big demon in the valley of demons and the island master Gu tried to dissuade him, but he insisted on going his own way, and even became mad, which led to a series of subsequent things. As Xu Yingzhi said, Tong Ru had the opposite effect, and instead pushed the Fuyao faction to the point of severing their blood.

"Second Senior Brother, you really know everything," Shui Keng sighed, and then changed his voice, "But when are you going to change me back?"

Li Yun: "This..."

Yan Zhengming was also upset and forced to ask: "And your pile of useless grass is enough to raise sheep. Have you refined the avoiding poison pill?"

Li Yun: "I..."

"Then hurry up!" After Yan Zhengming roared, he pushed his chair away and stood up straight away, leaving only one sentence, "I want to go back to sleep, don't disturb me."

The head's impetuous energy was almost beyond words, and the remaining three people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Hearing a knock at the door, Shui Keng shook his feathers, jumped onto the table for no apparent reason, and asked, "Who recruited him?"

Her two senior brothers each reflected for a moment, looked at each other with "is it you?", and shirked responsibility.

In the end, Cheng Qian was the first to be condemned by his conscience. He touched his nose and said with some embarrassment, "It seems to be me."

Shui Keng and Li Yun said in unison: "What did you do again?"

Cheng Qian was actually more confused than the two of them, as if out of nowhere, the elder brother suddenly ignored him—don't look in his direction, don't answer his words, when he talks, he either looks around, or pretends to think about something, In short, it is completely as if he does not exist.

When entering the room, Cheng Qian intentionally sat next to him, and as a result, their weird senior brother came to sit upright on the spot, his face was so taut that he could peel it off and use it as a belt, as if he was inviolable. Cover your face with a fan and say, "I'm a concubine who is not selling herself".

The three of them glanced at each other, feeling that each other's expressions were "the head took the wrong medicine again" and "the head took the wrong medicine every day", so they had to separate.

Li Yun retreated for two days, and made a few bottles of anti-drug pills. I don't know what they can do, anyway, it's better than nothing. In the past two days, Puddle felt that the power that had trapped her in her human form was gradually loosening. , so I used my bird body to practice hard every day, which was much more diligent than when I was a human.

The head of the Yan family lived a life of going out of the gate and not going out of the second door. He didn't even see anyone every day, and shouted to people outside through the door.

It's not a day or two since the senior brother made trouble for no reason. Cheng Qian's usual way of dealing with this problem since he was a child is to go back to practice silently. Anyway, he doesn't need to talk to him.

But this time, Cheng Qian couldn't help being distracted, thinking back and forth about what Li Yun under Zhenlong's banner said that day.

Finally, Cheng Qian got up silently, glanced at his spotless room and the cold water on the table, and felt that he was tasteless, he turned and opened the door to go out, and fell silently outside Yan Zhengming's room, like a The rustling leaves, not even a speck of dust, sat down on the slightly raised eaves.

This year is the [-]th and the moon is [-] rounds. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are some shortcomings. The night sky in southern Xinjiang is clear, and the moonlight is like a wash. After a long time, it still feels a little dazzling. The distant mountains and nearby trees are all in shape graceful.

When I was a child on Fuyao Mountain, every Mid-Autumn Festival, the master would take them to worship their ancestors and worship the moon, and then lead them to the "Unknown Hall" to share cakes and fruits. At that time, the elder brother thought he had grown up , often asked the master for new wine to drink, but the master always treated him like a child, took a large pot of sweet-scented osmanthus syrup, mixed it with the wine at the bottom of a glass, and let him taste it, lying to him that it was authentic sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Later, this immature habit was preserved by the senior brother on Qinglong Island. Every time he drinks alcohol, he must mix it with sweet-scented osmanthus sugar water, otherwise it will not taste the same.

The road to practice is long, and the annual festivals seem to be one point after another. After one time, it seems that all the previous events can also be followed.

But when Cheng Qian recalled these, he felt that those long-term memories always seemed to be separated from him.

He found that his blood was cold.

Cheng Qian suddenly fell off the eaves.

At this time, the elderly shopkeeper had already rested, and only his daughter was left to settle the accounts. He was taken aback by Cheng Qian who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was a little apprehensive in speaking, and timidly stepped forward and asked, "What are your orders, Young Master?"

"Uh..." Cheng Qian felt that he was a little silly when he said the words, he hesitated for a moment, smiled a bit self-deprecatingly, and took out some change, "Miss, please help me buy some things. "

After a while, Cheng Qian knocked on Yan Zhengming's door with two wine barrels and an oiled paper bag.

An impatient voice came from inside: "It's in retreat, what's the noise?"

It was the first time for Cheng Qian to meet someone who closed and closed so casually.

He stood silently at the door for a moment, thinking: "Why should I be so polite to him?"

Looking back, when did he politely knock on Yan Zhengming's door?How many times have you carefully coaxed Yan Zhengming?

"Am I panicking too?" Cheng Qian thought.

Then he pointed and swiped, and easily opened the door of the guest room of the mortal restaurant. Cheng Qian unhurriedly lifted the hem of his clothes, and broke in grandiosely. The magpie nest put the things on the table, and then said: "You are almost ready, are you finished?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Headmaster Yan kept sitting cross-legged, blinked dreamily, his eyes fell on the wine barrel and oiled paper bag on the table, and asked blankly: "What is this?"

Cheng Qian glanced at him, opened the oiled paper package, revealing a few rough-made pastries inside, and uncovered one of the jugs, a scent of wine wafted out, and the other jug ​​was filled with sugar water. The saccharification was not clean, so he picked up the pot and shook it vigorously, then mixed the two together, and said to Yan Zhengming, "Come and eat."

Yan Zhengming: "...don't get caught off guard."

Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to eat?"

Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, then walked over very spinelessly.

Cheng Qian stood up and said, "I'll call Second Senior Brother and the others..."

"Hey," Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand to hold him, "Don't shout, they're both busy these days, besides... After you're gone, we don't have the habit of celebrating festivals—sit down and have a drink with me."

Cheng Qian hesitated, sat at the table, watched Yan Zhengming take two glasses, poured two glasses of wine, and pushed one to Cheng Qian: "Can I drink?"

"Yes," Cheng Qian nodded, "It's just that I haven't had a drink for a long time."

Yan Zhengming sat down across a table, and his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's face. The moonlight was too full in the fifteenth night, and Cheng Qian always felt that the elder brother's eyes seemed unusually deep.

Yan Zhengming said: "I saw that you only touched clean water all the time, and thought it was because of your practice that you couldn't eat other things."

Cheng Qian paused for a moment, and then said calmly: "I have cultivated into a primordial spirit in Juling Jade, and I was born with bigu. Food and wine are easy to arouse appetite, and desires are messy. It will be difficult to encounter catastrophe. Just quit it all."

After all, monks are all mortals, and the desire for food and sex is always with them for life, especially food, which has been used to it for many years. Most of the skills such as desire will still retain the habits of the mortal period.

Yan Zhengming nodded, he had countless words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start talking to Cheng Qian, so he had to drink in silence.

Cheng Qian took a shallow sip of the wine in the glass - he said it was wine, but in fact the taste of the wine had been washed away by the sugar water, and a strong sweetness hit his brows. Cheng Qian felt uncomfortable for a while, pursed his lips, Putting down the cup again, it took a long time for the sweet taste in his mouth to dissipate, which seemed to awaken his dusty senses.

From his chest down, a warm current rushed straight into his heart, and Cheng Qian shivered slightly, feeling a certain long-lost feeling of being a human being.

Yan Zhengming suddenly asked nonchalantly: "Xiao Qian, are you so strict about self-denial, is it also for the purpose of cultivating longevity and reaching heaven?"

Cheng Qian didn't know where the words came from, paused, and replied, "I haven't thought about it."

Yan Zhengming looked sideways at him.

Cheng Qian said: "Master used to say that there is no difference between ascension or death. I didn't understand it at the time, but now that I think about it, it is indeed the same. The world is broken and there will be no future. The way of heaven is so narrow. What are you trying to do? Why not do it well? Alive, it’s good for everyone to be lively together.”

Yan Zhengming asked softly, "Have you been with me...have you been together?"

"Otherwise?" Cheng Qian seemed to have never touched fireworks in the world for many years, and a sip of "Osmanthus wine" that couldn't be weaker could warm him up. He suddenly reached across the table and grabbed Yan Zhengming's wrist, whispering Said, "Brother, I know your difficulties."

Yan Zhengming's hands trembled, and the wine almost spilled out, and he froze halfway on the spot. After a while, he broke away from Cheng Qian's hand awkwardly, and complained: "You're such an adult, don't use your hands and feet."

Perhaps it was the effect of the sugar water, but Yan Zhengming's frowning brows finally opened a little. He sighed and said, "You are all well, I can't say there is any difficulty—especially you."

Cheng Qian wiped the glass wall with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "I know."

"What do you know?" Yan Zhengming laughed, shook his head, and lowered his head to pick up a piece of snack brought by Cheng Qian. The restlessness in his heart suddenly faded away, and it seemed like it was nothing, since Xiao Qian didn't know how to do it anyway Let's go, in the future, we will follow him all over the world, looking for the opportunity to return to Fuyao Mountain together, what more is there to ask for?

Yan Zhengming's mood after being bored for a few days settled down. He stretched out his hand to shake the hard shell of the dim sum, and said in an old-fashioned way: "Hey, you poor man, how much money did you get for the dim sum? It's so hard that you can smash your head, this thing Is it for people to eat?"

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "If you like to eat or not, you are busy with things."

After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank the sugar water mixed with some wine in one gulp.

As soon as the wine rolled down his throat, Cheng Qian felt something was wrong, but unfortunately he couldn't spit it out. Before Yan Zhengming could reply, Cheng Qian was stunned, reaching out and grabbing something as if he couldn't sit still. , before he could hold on to the edge of the table, he fell down without warning.

The spirit-gathering jade that was killed this day was poured in a cup!

It's a pity that not everyone can be so peaceful and at ease on the moonlit night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Those dandy gangs have been in a state of desperation these days, wishing they could dig deep to find their young master who disappeared for no reason.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, people outside the Suzaku Pagoda were full of voices. Everyone was looking forward to the moon going up to the top of the tower and the gate of the tower was wide open. Only in front of a luxurious flying horse carriage, two Yuanshen monks were anxiously waiting for the results of their investigation.

A middle-aged man hurried over, shook his head at the two old men solemnly, and said in a low voice: "Senior, there is no news...Young master only wants to enter Suzaku Pagoda, do you think he will follow those people that day?" mixed in?"

One of the old men shook his head and said, "Don't you know the young master's cultivation? Even if he has several rare treasures on him, how can he have the ability to sneak into the Suzaku Pagoda at will? Go find... well, the young master is capricious for a while. , left home alone, the master told me that we must protect him well..."

After he finished speaking, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd around him, and he saw that it was time for the Suzaku Pagoda's door to open once a year, and the tyrannical hot air around the tower suddenly cooled down, and the tower door exploded with a "bang", But no one came out from inside, only a cloud of black air rolling in and out of it.

Somebody said: "Look, there seems to be something wrong with this year's Suzaku Pagoda..."