Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The hidden wounds on Yan Zhengming's body hadn't been healed yet, and he was suddenly frightened by this, and he walked away in one breath, coughing to death.

Cheng Qian looked seriously at his elder brother who was about to vomit blood in the "pear blossom with rain", and felt that there was nothing to keep secret about this matter, so he said, "Han Yuan told me, I dare to ask but not listen to your demons, I just thought about it." After thinking about it, there is nothing you dare not listen to, even if you plan to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, we don’t have any masters or ancestors to make you rebellious, so you can just say it, maybe it will be better if you say it.”

What a pleasing mallet...

Hearing his righteous words, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt narrower. He glanced at Cheng Qian faintly, with a very sad expression on his face. He stared at his upright and pure expression for a moment, Yan Zhengming weakly He waved his hand and said, "Go away."

The sweet words and sweet words in the imagination are really just imagination. Yan Zhengming found that in the cruel reality, the word he said to Cheng Qian the most seems to be "scroll".

Cheng Qian frowned slightly, not knowing where this evil fire came from, so he suppressed his emotions and persuaded him very patiently: "Brother, mortals spend a whole day with food, rice, oil and salt, and there are times when they can't think about it, let alone a long time. On the road of cultivation, it’s okay to be stuck in a corner for a while.”

"It's nothing, it's nothing in the first place, did I say there's something wrong?" Yan Zhengming had a ghost in his heart, and immediately snapped three sentences of Cheng Qian's words one after another in annoyance. The jar broke and said, "I won't tell you, go away!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Yan Zhengming was watched by his ignorant eyes, and became more and more angry. He stared at Cheng Qian for a long time, imagining how he would grab Cheng Qian's head, and how he would slap Cheng Qian's head loudly at his ear. Shout out, "What are you asking, I'm the devil in your heart, you bastard."

It's a pity that such a thing, he only dared to think about it in his heart. Yan Zhengming's body remained motionless as if covered by ice and snow, but his heart was already erratic, jumping up and down like a big monkey.

In the end, he slapped the big monkey in his heart to death, turned his face away rationally, and looked out of sight and out of mind for Cheng Qian.

After a night talk that couldn't have been shorter and a fight that couldn't have been longer, Yan Zhengming planned to continue the cold war.

Cheng Qian was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Well, I won't ask any more, anyway, I think you're fine."

Yan Zhengming squinted at him.

Cheng Qian said: "You know how to entertain yourself..."

Seeing that the head brother's face was about to rain again, as if he was planning to deal with his family's law, Cheng Qian finally became acquainted once in his life.

He lamented that the empress was becoming more and more moody and difficult to coax, at the same time he took out a thin stick from his long sleeves, spread out his palm and opened it, the "little stick" stretched and thickened, turning into a handful of gold and jade Mantang's sword—it was the one presented by Nian Mingming Valley Master when he was leaving.

Cheng Qian handed the sword to Yan Zhengming, and said with a little imperceptible flattery: "Isn't your sword broken? Use this one first. Although it doesn't look good, the sword is a good one. I'll come back later." Go find you a better one."

Yan Zhengming glanced at it, and immediately hid aside in disgust: "Take it far away, it hurts your eyes."

It is indeed a little eye-catching... Cheng Qian was disgusted, rubbed his nose, and didn't take it seriously-his big brother has been a dandy for so many years, and he has already cultivated into a high-level dandy, so he can't see this rich man full of land. The breathing thing is also normal.

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "Or I'll give you the Frost Blade."

Yan Zhengming was stunned when he heard the words. No one who practices swords can not be attracted by the frosty sword, even if it bears the notoriety of "unfortunate death", but Yan Zhengming has no idea about it, because He has been looking at the sword all these years, looking at things and thinking about people. Over time, every time he sees the frost blade, he has never been tempted, and he always feels sad first.

Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian with a strange look and asked, "Are you willing to give me the frost blade?"

Without saying a word, Cheng Qian raised his hand and threw the frost blade into his arms: "Take it."

Yan Zhengming pulled back the scabbard, and the cold frost on the blade rushed towards his face. His depressed mood suddenly improved, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily raised a small bend of spring wind and rain, but before he could smile, Yan Zhengming remembered again. When Cheng Qian was holding this Frost Blade, it was "the person is with the sword, and the sword is with the person".

He couldn't help thinking in a daze: "No matter what I ask him for, can he give it to me so happily?"

This sweet and bitter thought flashed, and Yan Zhengming's eyes dimmed again.

Yan Zhengming entered the seal of the master several times, and had a panoramic view of Tong Ru and his end. He had complicated feelings for this master who had gone astray, and especially realized that he seemed to have some inappropriate thoughts about his master. On the one hand, Yan Zhengming had a subtle sympathy for Tong Ru. On the one hand, he projected his dislike for himself onto Tong Ru. Even though he knew it was unreasonable to blame his ancestors, he didn't know how to restrain it.

If Cheng Qian were his elder or elder brother, then Yan Zhengming would feel much better in his heart. He is sincere, at best he feels that he is a bit deviant, and maybe he will stick to it cheekily. Even better, you don't have to worry about doing anything.

It's a pity not, Cheng Qian is the junior he brought up since he was a child. Once his identity is slightly reversed, everything will be different. If the younger brother goes astray, no matter how sincere he is, he will not see the light, no matter how affectionate he is, there will be indescribable intimacy and obscenity.

"Am I worthy?" Yan Zhengming snarled himself with disgust in his heart, and returned the frost blade to Cheng Qian without saying a word. Seeing that Tang Zhen and the others had already prepared the outer formation, he stood up silently and entered the ruined temple inside.

Cheng Qian, who stayed where he was, turned his head into two big ones, and felt that the elder brother's hair couldn't be smoothed out.

Seeing Yan Zhengming coming in, the senior who was hiding in the ruined temple hurried forward to talk to him, "Senior!"

He was thrown off by Cheng Qian at that time, and there was another Liulang waiting for him to save his life, so he had no choice but to go back to Mingming Valley, poured a big bowl of ecstasy soup for his father for free, opened his eyes and said something, "Elder Cheng intends to accept me as a disciple , I have to follow him to practice" and other nonsense, finally got permission to leave Mingming Valley again, and became Tang Zhen's little follower.

Although it was a lie to trick his father, Nian Da's desire to befriend Cheng Qian's sect has never died, especially after witnessing the Fuyao faction's master war, the previous reluctance almost turned into a fascination, and he ran desperately Go up and show courtesy to the future uncle: "The younger generation will be born tomorrow, and I will pay my respects to the senior."

Yan Zhengming was sinking into deep self-loathing, he glanced at Nian Dada wearily, and quickly formed his first impression of this person.

"Dog in the way, Dad is sick." He thought.

Nian Dada noticed that the eyes of his future master did not seem to be very friendly, and he was not as easy-going as Cheng Qian described at all, so he bit the bullet and encouraged himself: "Most seniors have bad tempers, so don't worry about it—perseverance , gold and stone can be carved, and I will definitely become a great power in the future!"

Yan Zhengming ignored his answers, and Nian Dashi showed his way of getting along with Cheng Qian—when others ignored him, he would go on and on, from how he respected "Elder Cheng" to how he got along with Cheng Qian. Gu Zhong sneaked out and followed Cheng Qian furtively all the way, how shameless he was, and how he deliberately mingled with Tang Zhen. Yun Yun, Yan Zhengming's eyes twitched non-stop, and he was furious - he suspected that this person didn't care about Cheng Qian. With good intentions.

He felt that he had something bad in his heart, and everyone in the world had the same bad heart. Yan Zhengming stopped and turned his head suddenly, not caring at all about bullying the small by the big. He asked indiscriminately, "What plot do you have against my junior brother?"

Nian Da: "..."

He wanted to confess to his future uncle that he would definitely work hard and be filial to his elders in the future, but unfortunately he was so suppressed that he couldn't even lift his head up, and he couldn't say a word because of the battle between the two.

Yan Zhengming: "Say!"

Nian Da burst into tears in his heart. It was the first time he saw a live sword cultivator, and he felt that he would never want to see another one in the future—the sword cultivator is really terrifying!

The movement here finally alarmed Li Yun who was chatting with Tang Zhen. Li Yun secretly sighed, "It's so embarrassing", and hurriedly stepped forward to pull away the elder brother who was about to scare the little monk to pee his pants, while appeasing Nian Da Dao: "There are a lot of miscellaneous things in the sect, and the head of the sect has a bad temper. Don't take offense, Young Master Nian."

At the same time, he pulled Yan Zhengming aside exhaustedly: "What kind of crazy are you?"

Yan Zhengming was pulled by him, and he came back to his senses immediately, and realized that he had overreacted, and opened his mouth, he was a little at a loss for a while.

Li Yun looked at his face, and was suddenly frightened. The senior brother has been partial to Cheng Qian since he was a child, and Cheng Qian has been missing for so many years. After returning, he will be held in the hands of the senior brother in charge. Although Li Yun often makes fun of him , but most of them were just making some cheap jokes, and didn't think about it very seriously.

Li Yun: "You..."

Yan Zhengming didn't want to say more, he turned around and put on a nonchalant face, as if he was eager to escape something, and went up to Tang Zhen: "I've heard Xiaoqian say, Senior Tang, there is no repayment for saving your life."

The two of them quickly came and went to each other, Yan Zhengming always looked like a leader when dealing with outsiders, and he had a set of skills of talking to people and talking nonsense, as long as he wanted to, he could make people One can't see his old and young master's habit of being a monster back and forth in the sect at all.

In front of outsiders, Li Yun forced to suppress the messy doubts in his heart, and asked Tang Zhen, "Tang Daoyou came all the way to southern Xinjiang, but what's the matter? I don't know if we can help?"

Tang Zhen said calmly: "You must have heard about me from Cheng Qian, my body is dead and my soul has not disappeared, and my soul has nowhere to rest. Body as the foundation, take it back to refine your own fleshy puppets, fleshy puppets can't last long, and you can't meet a suitable body from time to time. In the past few years, there were wars in the world, I saved some more, and the corpse is not easy to preserve for a long time, so I specially I came to the southern border to find a Bingxinhuo, but I didn't expect to catch up with Jackie Chan."

After a pause, Tang Zhen smiled wryly, and said: "Back then, Fellow Daoist Han Yuan of your sect had a relationship with me once, when he was still a child with no sense of anger. The encounters in the world these years are really... "

Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, and said: "The traitor was not good at learning in the past, and he fell into the art of painting souls by traitors. Later, something happened to him. He had two souls, and half of them were occupied by monsters. Being suppressed by that monster, if my junior sister didn't wake him up briefly, I'm afraid that the magic dragon will be a catastrophe, and we won't be able to please today."

None of the people present were stupid, and they all heard his protection inside and outside the words for a while. Yan Zhengming pushed Han Yuan's stupid things back and forth in a few words, and it all fell to "the unknown occupying him." On the head of the "monster of the body", it seems that it intends to recognize people back in the future.

Although Tang Zhen and Tang Wanqiu came from the same school, their temperaments were completely different. This Tang Zhen's mental skills seemed to be mastered. As soon as Yan Zhengming opened his mouth, he knew it in his mind, and said, "Oh? Is there such a reason? But if this is the case, I have some ways, I can't do anything else, but I have been immersed in the way of the soul for a long time."

Li Yun hurriedly said: "I would like to hear the details."

Tang Zhen: "There are two souls in one body. Everyone must want to keep one and leave the other. It's just a trick for rats, right? I have a thing called 'Leading Soul Silk', which can lead a person's soul into another person's purple mansion. What do you think then? Just protect the Yuanshen, the disciple of your sect, and get rid of that monster in the Purple Mansion."

Yan Zhengming was just being polite to him at first, but after hearing this, his heart moved involuntarily, he carefully suppressed his eagerness, and said politely to Tang Zhen: "I have sent my disciples to be favored by brother Tang many times, it is really... ..."

Tang Zhen is not a person who has nothing to say, he either doesn't say anything, since he brought it up at this time, it means he wants to sell favors and lend utensils.

Cheng Qian, who walked in at some point, heard this and said, "There's been a lot of trouble in southern Xinjiang recently. I'm afraid it's not safe for you to take these two children with you. My senior brother and they are going to chase fourth senior brother... so, if you don't If you think I'm troublesome, I'll accompany you to find Bing Xinhuo."

Cheng Qian is not troublesome at all—the Suzaku pagoda collapses, and the magic dragon is born. At this time, the big and small demon cultivators and various forces in southern Xinjiang are restless. Although Tang Zhen is knowledgeable, he is a sick child. In his teens, he hadn't even started yet, and the young guy couldn't find the north when he went out, and he couldn't count on it. Cheng Qian was willing to escort them all the way, which was naturally what Tang Zhen wished for.

Cheng Qian was trying to repay the sect's favor in a different way.

Yan Zhengming's first reaction after hearing his sharp words was to object. He never wanted to let Cheng Qian out of his sight again, but the words of objection swirled around his lips before he swallowed them back.

"Can I keep him by my side for the rest of my life?" Yan Zhengming thought to himself, he silently counted the stupid things he had done during this period and his increasingly uncontrollable evil thoughts, and suddenly felt like letting him go for a while Time is also good.

Cheng Qian is calm and calm, and rarely provokes troubles, not to mention that his cultivation is no longer what it used to be...

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a moment on his face, and Tang Zhen caught it.

Tang Zhen smiled wisely and said: "You don't have to be like this, Xiaoyou Cheng. You, you are too polite to others, but you seem to be born out of place - I have a lot of connections with your Fuyao sect. When I was young and ignorant, I used to travel around with a junior sister from the same sect I almost lost my life in an accident on the way. Fortunately, you sent senior Tong to rescue you. After a short period of time in Fuyao Mountain to recuperate from your injuries, you still recognize your commander. Until now, I still can’t figure out the cause and effect of who pays for whom. I have limited ability to help you It’s all a matter of little effort, and there’s no need to pay for it.”

Li Yun had just thought about it wildly, but at this moment, his palms were covered with sweat, and he looked at Yan Zhengming slightly nervously, as if the discussion was not about such trivial matters as whether to send Cheng Qian to escort Tang Zhen and his party, but the senior brother's big choice .

As soon as Yan Zhengming raised his eyes and met his gaze, his heart sank slightly, and his cavity was filled with sour water.

He finally avoided everyone's eyes, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Little Qianmeng has been taken care of by Fellow Daoist Tang for so long, and it is right to let him run around. If Fellow Daoist Tang thinks highly of the sword in his hand, why don't you refuse?"

As far as he said, Tang Zhen's refusal to agree was a lack of conscience. The group of people rested in the ruined temple without mentioning it. Three days later, the puddle finally woke up, and Tang Zhen couldn't delay any longer. The head of the pit had any changes when the part of the monster bone grew out, so he followed them on the road.

Yan Zhengming was full of exhortations, but after a while in his heart, he felt that the words were contemptible, so he let them all rot in his stomach, without saying a word of nonsense, he just waved his hands and said: "Go."

On the contrary, Cheng Qian was a little worried, and told the brothers and a younger sister who was still a bit sluggish one by one, and finally sighed: "If there is any magic weapon, it would be great if you can call me directly when you are in danger."

Yan Zhengming was so upset by his words that he almost regretted it on the spot. It took all the perseverance in his life to hold it back, and pretended to be impatient and said to Cheng Qian: "Okay, okay, you're the only one who can do anything. With you—get out of here, don’t waste other people’s work and block my eyes.”

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhengming picked up his loneliness, turned around and left first with a cruel heart.

The north and south, the east and the west, the four directions of the world, where can he be fulfilled, and where can he be let go?