Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian watched Yan Zhengming and the others leave without opening his brows.

He is used to reporting good news but not bad news, and only when others turn around, there will be some concern in his eyes.

Cheng Qian proposed that he would stay and go with Tang Zhen. On the one hand, he really wanted to help, and on the other hand, it also coincided with Yan Zhengming's idea-he planned to separate from the teacher for a while.

Although the elder brother has a bad attitude and is extremely uncooperative, no matter how much he asks, he can't pry his mouth open, but it does not prevent Cheng Qian from guessing more or less that Yan Zhengming's inner demons may have a lot to do with him, otherwise he would not be able to think of the elder brother. There is something you can't say to yourself.

However, Cheng Qian has a clear mind, but he is always less ingenious. He can guess what he guesses, but he doesn't know what to do next. To add some trouble to the senior brother, it was only then that he thought of leaving for a while, and pinned his hopes on his second senior brother Li Yun who lacked everything and no shortage of ingenuity.

Cheng Qian didn't know if Li Yun could be reliable, and before the brothers had gone far, he had already calmly worried.

Probably there will always be someone sent by God to restrain him, and it really made him experience the feeling of "difficult to meet and difficult to say goodbye to each other".

Tang Zhen watched with cold eyes, and said with some emotion: "The friendship of the noble sect is really enviable."

Only then did Cheng Qian come back to his senses, looked away and said, "I'm sorry for the delay, Brother Tang."

Tang Zhen didn't take it seriously: "My steps are slow to the left and right, so it doesn't get in the way."

Nian Da came up to him from the side and said, "Why, is Senior Tang's school at odds?"

"It can't be called discord," Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling something, and said with a bit of loneliness on his face, "The Fuyao faction's people are more expensive and less expensive, but our Mulanshan is different. Mulan Mountain is too big, there are several elders under the head of the sect, each occupying their own hills and taking in their own apprentices. I have been on the mountain for hundreds of years, and even the elders have not recognized them all. It’s better than this kind of occasion to meet each other, no one knows anyone, let alone have any feelings, as time goes by, everyone will speak based on their qualifications and abilities, the hierarchy is very strict and cold.”

As Tang Zhen spoke, he glanced at Cheng Qian: "You guys are more humane, not like a sect, but like a family."

Nian Da said: "When the sect is big, there will be many people. When there are many people, the order will be strict, and everyone's feelings will naturally be alienated. There is no way, but between the same sect, there are always one or two people who get along well, right?"

Tang Zhen said: "There is indeed a junior sister who grew up with me. She...has a bad temper when she grows up, but she had a good relationship with me when she was young."

This was the second time Cheng Qian heard him mention his junior sister, so he asked, "Is your junior sister named Tang Wanqiu?"

"Well, it's her." Tang Zhen said without turning his head, "But our so-called 'senior brothers and sisters' are just seniors, and we were a little close when we were young, but we basically went our separate ways when we grew up. , everyone is a passer-by of Mu Lanshan. Even if she stands in front of me now, I don’t know if I can recognize her. I know that you have a lot of relationship with her. Now her people are no longer in Liuhe. What I did doesn’t have to be blamed on me.”

Tang Zhen has a smooth and frank indifference. I don't know if it's his nature, or because he has been walking on the edge of life and death for many years. He doesn't accept disciples, and he doesn't return to the sect. He rarely even mentions Mulan Mountain. No matter who you meet, you will only treat the other party as a short-term traveler.

A group of people pretended to be casual cultivators living in southern Xinjiang, hired a carriage, and continued southward like ordinary people across the mountains.

Neither Cheng Qian nor Tang Zhen likes to chat very much, but Nian Da was so choked up that they had no choice but to tease Liu Lang, who was the best bully.Liu Lang desperately wanted to rush forward when Cheng Qian was in the most danger, but now that the weather was calm, he didn't even dare to say a word to Cheng Qian. Buried in the shadows.

Nian Da ran over and whispered to Liu Lang, "Hey, little brother, I want to join Fuyao—it's Elder Cheng and his disciples, will you come with me?"

Liu Lang glanced at Cheng Qian's back, then quickly looked away, shaking his head silently.

Nian Da also said that he didn't know Taishan with his eyes, so he hurriedly approached and said noisyly: "Hey, you don't understand these things, let me explain to you - those who have cultivated the primordial spirit all have the ability to go to heaven and enter the earth Not to mention ordinary people, there are many monks from small sects, and you may never see a monk from the soul in your life."

Liu Lang didn't answer, but just listened silently.

Nian Da is a bit good at being a teacher. Seeing his attention on himself, he became more and more excited and said: "Besides, Yuanshen and Yuanshen are different. Look at the seniors of the Fuyao sect, our elder Cheng... oh, then don't Having said that, there are also their masters, who are sword cultivators! This is the first time I have seen a live sword cultivator... Although his temper is not very good, it doesn’t matter. It’s enough to talk to a sword cultivator above Yuanshen I've been out bragging for years."

Liu Lang shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice with difficulty: "Tang Zhenren spared my life, I want to stay and serve him, besides, my skills are low, and being with Cheng Zhenren will only hinder me, so I have to remember first and repay later. "

After hearing this, Nian Da was stunned, and suddenly said to Liu Lang: "You... You, Elder Cheng, might be willing to accept you as a disciple."

Liu Lang lowered his head and stopped talking.

This trip was only a hundred or so miles away, and their group was actually robbed by various big and small demons no less than ten times.

Cheng Qian slashed two demon cultivators who were trying to sneak in in the middle of the night to kill people and seize treasures with a single sword. He felt that he had been killing people for a while.A thin layer of blood frost had already formed on the frost blade, reflecting Cheng Qian's brows involuntarily with a layer of killing intent, making her look even more intimidating.

Ever since a demon dragon appeared in southern Xinjiang, the demon cultivators seem to be preparing to rebel around the corner, gathering forces everywhere, and the methods are also very simple and rude-slaughter all men, women, old and children in a city, occupy it directly, spread blood on the towers, hang full Human head, and then artificially reversed the flow of clean air in the city, and established several magic cities.

Unfortunately, Bing Xinhuo is in the territory of the magic city.

The so-called "Bingxinhuo" is actually not a real fire, but a special stone. It is said that the outer layer of this object is as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, but inside it contains a piece of warm jade full of aura, which can preserve a corpse for thousands of years. It is not enough to freeze the dead body, it is as fresh as a freshly dead one, and it is the foundation stone of Zhaoyang, a big city in southern Xinjiang.

Southern Xinjiang is extremely hot, miasma is rampant, it can be said that the climate is harsh, only Zhaoyang City is like spring all the year round because of this icy heart fire, merchants come and go here, and gradually become the number one city in southern Xinjiang... Those demons are now cheap head.

Nian Dada heartlessly said with emotion: "I originally thought, this 'Bingxinhuo' is the foundation of other people's city, how can others be willing to give it? It is impossible for us to take it by chance-this is all right, Zhaoyang City has been captured by the devils. Take it, whether we grab it hard or cheat it, it doesn't hurt morality, it's really better to come early than to come early."

Cheng Qian didn't believe it was a coincidence, so he glanced at Tang Zhen meaningfully.

Tang Zhen was also generous, and said bluntly: "What a coincidence? I had expected chaos in the south, and I came here to fish in troubled waters. The so-called 'secret' means listening to all directions, seeing all directions, and knowing a little bit about the ominous omen. It's all about magic. Recently, the demonic energy in southern Xinjiang has gathered, and there have been changes in various sects. The Tianyan Department has even mobilized many masters to come. I guess it's about the same, but I didn't expect such a big movement that the magic dragon was born. .”

Cheng Qian was stunned, what's wrong with Han Yuan's incarnation, Jackie Chan - but he still went to the north, did he go to the imperial city?

Could it be...he still remembers the time when Zhou Han was plotting revenge for his soul and going to seek bad luck from the court?

Cheng Qian and Tang Zhen have known each other for many years. Although because of their personalities, they are not too close to each other, and it seems that "the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water", but they are less scruples than others when they speak. Cheng Qian asked bluntly: "Brother Tang, I would like to ask you something..."

Tang Zhen tacitly said: "Your fourth junior brother?"

"Exactly," Cheng Qian asked, "In your opinion, is my fourth junior brother really a body with two souls?"

At the foot of Fuyao Mountain, I didn't recognize the puddle after growing up. One Han Yuan was always trying to let this strange girl go, but the other wanted to kill her.

Under the catastrophe, one Han Yuan categorically wanted to strip the puddle of demon bones alive, but the other pulled back the demonic energy in pain in order to save the puddle...

"I don't think you understand what it means to 'enter the Tao with the demons of the heart'," Tang Zhen said, "his other half is nothing but the demons he raised himself. He is no longer under his own control, but will turn against his master. How do you think this counts? The demon is not him, and his deepest hatred must be exactly the same as that demon, but if... your elder brother insisted that he was killed. Being possessed by a monster can barely be justified."

Cheng Qian: "How did he get to this point?"

"I don't know, I can only give you a guess," Tang Zhen thought for a while, and said without any restraint, "For example, I am a lonely ghost now, and I dream of having a physical body again, taking over Of course giving up is the best. Not only does the body not rot, but you can also take the opponent's body as your own. Although the way of taking away is a sorcery, I don't necessarily know how to do it. I just don't bother to take this way, but At this time, it would be much more convenient for me to have a single-minded demon. It can do what I want but don’t want to do. I get what I want, and I can pretend that it is not from the original intention Isn't it innocent and cheap?"

Tang Zhen said "I don't know", but his words were like knives, and Cheng Qian was speechless for a while.

Tang Zhen said again: "Your devil brother, did you have a good relationship with you back then?"

Cheng Qian tightly tightened the Frost Blade in his hand with his fingers, his voice pressed into his throat, and said in a low voice: "It's better than your own life."

Tang Zhen smiled lightly and said: "That's right, his cultivation base is low, and the sect is in danger. Instead of being able to defend against the enemy, he was used by the enemy to kill you by mistake. From now on, what face do you see with your fellow sect? What face do you see?" Yourself? Just use the remaining power of the painting soul to fuel the flames and let the heart demon sword go astray—the way of the heart demon can only be achieved by strong and weak people. Speaking of which, your fourth junior brother is also a talent."

"Don't talk about it," Cheng Qian stood up suddenly, wishing he could go back to Yan Zhengming and the others immediately, and said quickly, "I'll help you get Bing Xinhuo tonight, brother Tang told me the rules."

The magic cultivator indulges in lust, and the magic city never sleeps.

That night, Cheng Qian sneaked into the city alone.

He suppressed his anger, passed through layers of blood and energy barriers, and took out the map of the city that Tang Zhen gave him from his arms, checked it carefully for a moment, and was a little hesitant for a while—the three bell and drum gate towers in the inner city, Bing Xinhuo in the middle On the vacant land, surrounded by streets extending in all directions, it can just get rid of the miasma and moisture here. Cheng Qian wanted to dig it up without anyone noticing it, but who knew that the place where the Bingxinhuo was at this time was actually surrounded by a group of four or six people in the city. The unreasonable demons took over, and they built a castle on the Bingxinhuo absurdly.

Cheng Qian looked at the small building in front of him, feeling very helpless. He hid in the corner of the street, not knowing whether he should simply charge in with a sword, hack people and grab stones, or sneak in in a low-key way and play by ear.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of staggering footsteps at the corner of the street.

A drunken Moxiu who barely had a few pieces of cloth on his body walked towards this side.

Cheng Qian didn't pay attention to it at first, but after he restrained his anger, the demon cultivators basically regarded him as a humanoid puppet, and no one paid any attention to him.

But when he came back, he was a bit weird. Seeing Cheng Qian from a distance, the demon cultivator came over curiously, and walked around Cheng Qian a few times. Seeing that his expression was dull, and he was not even a little bit angry, he stretched out his hand with a smile. I touched his face, sniffed with the tip of my nose, and said, "Whose puppet is this confiscated? It's such a high-end stuff, it's cheaper for me..."

As he said that, the demon repairman squinted and wanted to put his hand under Cheng Cheng's lapel.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He got hairy on the spot, and got goosebumps all over his body.

The demon cultivator was quite drunk, and he swayed and said to himself: "Hey...why does it seem to be able to move by itself? Hehe, your original owner must have had a lot of fun..."

Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore, the sharp cold air couldn't be held back, and the demon cultivator suddenly woke up, facing a pair of eyes full of murderous intent. pierced.

After this battle, Cheng Qian immediately vetoed his idea of ​​"getting in carefully". He turned into an afterimage and rushed into the courtyard wall of the small building.

There was a row of corpses falling on the wall, some of them had just died and their aura had not dissipated, and it could be seen that they were monks. Cheng Qian took a rough look and found that none of the corpses were complete, either missing arms or short legs, or there was only one left. With a lonely head, I don't know who to match it with.

There was a female nun in the corner, whose appearance looked like a puddle at first glance. Cheng Qian's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but take a second look, only to see that her cheeks were slightly plump, and there was a little cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. His skinny little junior sister who would put chicken feathers on her head was much more beautiful, but unfortunately she was gone from the chest down.

Hongyan ended up like this, even Cheng Qian couldn't bear to watch it, so he clenched the frost blade tightly, and landed lightly on the roof of the small building against the corner of the wall.

At this time, Cheng Qian discovered that this small building was not built for anything, but a magic weapon - it looked like it was the size of an ordinary restaurant on the outside, but it was terrifyingly big inside, covering a radius of half a mile, divided into several floors.

He looked in at a glance, and there were hundreds of demon cultivators in the building, frantically having fun, and an unknown strange smell rushed to the roof, sweet and greasy mixed with fishy smell, which made Cheng Qian feel a little sick.

There is a dark room in the corner of the bottom floor of the small building. There are many people locked in it. The distance is too far, and it is hard to see whether it is a monk or a mortal. I saw a few magicians walk over and open the door. The chains dragged a young man out.

The man was originally dressed in white, his front was covered with dried and blackened blood, he was dragged out half dead, thrown on the high platform in the middle of the arena and hung up.

A short demon cultivator entered the arena shirtless, holding a steel whip in his hand, circled the arena, and beat the man with his hands in full view, causing blood to splatter, and a group of demons, big and small, booed with great interest, just like New Year's Eve Same.

Cheng Qian was a little curious for a moment, so he stopped and took a second look.He felt that the short demon cultivator seemed to have a heavy hand, but he didn't seem to intend to put the man to death, and he wondered: "Is this to be kept for slow torture? Or is it that the person holding the whip is kind and wants to keep it?" His life?"

Before he finished his doubts, Cheng Qian saw a few demon cultivators climbing up the stage, some men and some women. In the words of his senior brother, they were all eye-catching, but they didn't have any self-knowledge. The gang walked for a full half a stick of incense, twisting every bendable part of his body from hair to toes, and twisted into the middle like a group of two-legged snakes.

Cheng Qian wondered in his heart, "What is this showing?"

The next moment, he was stunned to find that this group of demon cultivators gathered together in a hurry, and they all climbed on the hanging man, molested the half-dead man from the beginning to the end, and stripped his clothes until he was holding a pipa. She half-hid her face, and then started to have sex around him.

Cheng Qian: "..."

What the hell is this place!