Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian slaughtered someone, but he still felt like a pimple in his throat, he couldn't calm down, no matter how he thought about it, he felt bad.

Is it true?In fact, he himself arranged for the elder brother from morning to night, and he didn't seem to have any respect, but he just couldn't let it go, as if someone had stepped on his tail and pulled out his scales for no reason.

Cheng Qian even got angry with Han Yuan because of this - what kind of guy has he been hanging out with for so many years?

That slap was really light that day.

Cheng Qian knew that Tang Zhen would not wait for him after he got the Bingxinhuo, so he didn't stop, and shook off Nanjiang Moxiu in a bad mood, and left the place of right and wrong all the way without bounds.However, when he returned home, he didn't know where to go for a while. It stands to reason that the business here is over, and he should go north to chase the senior brother and the others, but Cheng Qian somehow didn't want to face Yan Zhengming.

Fortunately, it seemed that as soon as he dozed off that day, someone gave him a pillow. Cheng Qian had just traveled to the outskirts of southern Xinjiang when he ran into Zhuang Nanxi who had been waiting for a long time.

Zhuang Nanxi had already sent away his fellow disciples, and had been waiting for him here alone for a long time. When he saw Cheng Qian, he immediately came up to greet him, and saluted, "Senior Cheng! Thank you for your help, senior, otherwise we would all be stuck here. "

This person is very clever and has some skills. Cheng Qian had a good impression of him, so he waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be so polite. I'm not a senior. I happened to pass by, and it's just a matter of little effort."

Zhuang Nanxi was startled, and said: "Did that senior break into Zhaoyang City alone, just for the ice stone in the city?"

Cheng Qian didn't know why he asked this question, and didn't correct his mistake, he said, "That's right, why?"

Zhuang Nanxi was a little anxious, and said: "A few days ago we fell into the trap of the demon cultivator, and a fellow apprentice escaped by chance. I saw the senior, and thought it was her who invited me to help..."

Cheng Qian said, "Don't tell me your fellow junior sister has no way to contact the master, and would just drag a random stranger from the road to rescue you?"

Zhuang Nanxi was choked by him, so he had to smile wryly: "This...actually junior sister is just a name, she was...a friend I met by chance...well, I thought that senior might have seen her before."

In fact, Cheng Qian just asked casually, not really interested, and said, "You are waiting for me here because of her? What do you look like?"

Zhuang Nanxi hurriedly described it to him at length, and the words were all subtle and beautiful. Cheng Qian was baptized by "the moon is ashamed, the flowers sink the fish and the wild goose". Except that this person is a beautiful girl, he didn't hear a single useful word at all. , then blurted out: "Is it a lover?"

Zhuang Nanxi: "..."

He didn't expect someone to be so blunt. He glanced at Cheng Qian indifferently, and blood was spreading from the bottom of his ears. Zhuang Nanxi's eyes were a little too agile for a man, as if he could speak, his eyes turned around, All the joy, anger, sorrow and joy are hidden in it.

Cheng Qian frowned secretly, and couldn't help thinking of the ugly appearance of the demon cultivators in Zhaoyang City, thinking: "If you don't cultivate well, and do some ridiculous things, this can be regarded as a famous family? It seems that they are not as good as those on Qinglong Island. Those who wear sackcloth and filial piety, at least they pay attention."

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian immediately became impatient and didn't bother to deal with Zhuang Nanxi anymore, but when he thought that this person was at least one person from Baihu Villa, and he might have to deal with him again in the future, he had no choice but to suppress his emotions.

Cultivators are human beings after all, and they will inevitably be contaminated by the world. Even if Cheng Qian doesn't think about himself, he has to think about the sect, and he has to take care of himself no matter how impatient he is, so he said: "The female cultivators I met on the way are all like The people you mentioned are almost the same, it’s just that, I can’t recognize them.”

"Yes, I was negligent." Zhuang Nanxi rubbed her hands with some embarrassment, and then said, "She has an oval face, and there is a red mole between her eyebrows, which is quite conspicuous. Seniors should be impressed when they see it."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He just pretended to be polite and asked casually, but he didn't expect to see it before. There are many people who have red moles on the center of their eyebrows, but it is rare for them to grow one themselves. This is not the one outside the small building. Female corpse?

Why did you run out of the chaos... In fact, it didn't work at all.

Cheng Qian opened his mouth to say a cold "sorry", but in a blink of an eye, when he met Shangzhuang Nanxi's eyes, for some reason, he suddenly couldn't say it.He has rarely seen such a look on a monk's face, expecting and longing, as if just describing the appearance of that person to a stranger, he is overjoyed and satisfied.

"It's not shallow to be obsessed with obsession." Cheng Qian thought.

But even though he thought so, most of the antipathy that was full of him just now dissipated unknowingly. If a person is willing to have affection and righteousness, no matter what kind of affection it is, it will probably move people.

Cheng Qian didn't know how to tell him for a while.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Zhuang Nanxi's disappointed expression flashed across his face, and he said, "Oh, maybe she and senior missed it. I'll look for it nearby."

Cheng Qian suddenly said: "You miss an irrelevant female cultivator all day long, won't you delay your practice?"

In his impression, mortals get married just to make a living, men farm and women weave, and pass on the family line. Monks don't need to worry about these two, and most of the orthodox exercises focus on communicating with the world and being pure and ascetic, so monks get married. It is for sect marriage and communication of exercises.

Fighting against the sky and the earth every day, fighting against the fierceness of the world, and one's own demons, who would indulge in illusory love, except for the indulgent demons?

But as soon as those words were uttered just now, Cheng Qian felt a little regretful, and said to himself in his heart: "I don't know why, what's none of your business, what are you asking?"

Fortunately, Zhuang Nanxi didn't mind much, and replied frankly: "Our elders in Baihu Villa also said the same thing. She is a casual cultivator and has no possessions... But it's okay, even if she is a mortal, I still like her." of."

Cheng Qian said indifferently: "It is rare for a mortal to be seventy years old."

To put it bluntly, mortals are to monks the same as cats and dogs are to humans. They stay by their side for at most a few decades, and most of them are just newborn attachments, and they have to die for him.Anyway, it can't last long, and it's not sad enough.

Zhuang Nanxi said with a smile: "That's nothing, the big deal is that I will cut off my immortal roots and be a mortal couple with her. In the world, as long as it does not violate morality, there is nothing I can't do for her. "

Cheng Qian: "..."

On the one hand, he was shocked by Zhuang Nanxi's apostasy, and on the other hand, he was a little thankful that he didn't speak the truth just now.Cheng Qian secretly developed a little compassion, and concealed the death of the unknown nun. After a long time, Zhuang Nanxi couldn't find her, so naturally he gave up, right?

Zhuang Nanxi seemed to realize that he had said too much, and said with some embarrassment: "I won't use these crap things to dirty the ears of seniors... Huh?"

While the two were talking, a cold light suddenly flashed across the sky in the distance, exploding like fireworks, which was very conspicuous.

"That's the signal from Xuanwu Hall to summon the disciples." Zhuang Nanxi said with some doubts, "Strange, Senior Bian has been in seclusion for a long time, why did he come all the way to southern Xinjiang?"

Cheng Qian: "The Xuanwu Hall among the Four Sages? Aren't they in the extreme north?"

"That's right..." Zhuang Nanxi said, "Xuanwutang and my Baihu Mountain Villa face each other across the big ice field. They have always been family friends. Since they are here, it would be shameless for me not to show up to pay a visit. Is there a place for Senior Cheng? If not, why not go with me?" I go with you?"

When Cheng Qian heard this, he was in the middle of his heart, and felt that even if he had lost so much talk with this boy and listened to the trivial matters of romance, it was a worthwhile trip, so he happily followed Zhuang Nanxi all the way.

The black flags overwhelming could be seen from far away, Zhuang Nanxi said with a more solemn expression: "Looking at this battle, I am afraid that the great elder of Xuanwu Hall is here in person, alas, I heard that the southern border is full of dragons, and there is a commotion in all directions, I don't know It's bad luck or good luck."

Cheng Qian didn't make a sound, he could already feel the coercion coming from the air - I think back then, when the island master Gu fell, the entire East China Sea was in turmoil, I'm afraid that was the case.Since leaving Mingming Valley, this is the first power that made him feel pressured, and it aroused the memories of Cheng Qian and his party on Qinglong Island.

Zhuang Nanxi reported his family from a long distance away: "Disciple Baihu Villa Zhuang Nanxi came here at the order of Master to meet the seniors of Xuanwu Hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure around him was obviously relieved, as if he had made way for him.

Cheng Qian followed Zhuang Nanxi all the way to the sea of ​​black flags, and saw a monk in Yishui dressed in a black robe, who seemed to have the air of an ice field on his body, and he had carved out a cold place in the south, where the monks probably had Those who recognized Zhuang Nanxi made way for him, and some nodded at him.

Cheng Qian raised his eyes and saw a flying carriage under the sea of ​​flags. The horse was covered with cold iron armor, which looked very dignified. A middle-aged man stood in front of the carriage, his eyes swept over like lightning.Zhuang Nanxi stepped forward in two steps and called him "Great Elder". The Great Elder exchanged a few words with him, and involuntarily put his eyes on Cheng Qian: "This is..."

The encounter between the strong and the strong, the thousand-year-old ice pool facing the ten thousand-foot snowfield, Cheng Qian was almost aroused to fight.He collected himself, reached out and pressed the restless frost-edged sword in his hand, and was about to answer.

At this moment, someone nearby shouted: "Grand Elder! I recognize him, it's him!"

"It's me?" Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, before he could think about it, the shouter had already handed a sword to his face—slashing his head.

At this time, thousands of miles away, Yan Zhengming, who had followed the legend of the magic dragon to the Central Plains, was fiddling with three copper coins, but he couldn't figure out why.

When he was studying art in Fuyao Mountain, although the master occasionally played with copper coins, he always kept secrets about divination and asking the heavens.

In fact, many annoying children are like this. If the elders say "this is ominous and can't be done", then they will try it in all likelihood, but if the elders say "this is so stupid that it doesn't seem artificial, I'm afraid there will only be chaos everywhere." Only monkeys that run away can do it", so when they grow up, they won't touch it.

Even though more than 100 years have passed, Yan Zhengming is still holding the copper coin, and his ten orifices are still connected to nine orifices. At this precarious time, although he can't help but want to take a peek at the difficult to distinguish good and bad, he still feels that he The idea of ​​trying to predict the future is very stupid.

Yan Zhengming sighed deeply.

He didn't know if Han Yuan, who had turned into a magic dragon, could turn his head back, and he didn't know if he could still see the gate of Fuyao Mountain open in his lifetime.

I don't even know how to face Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming flicked his fingers, and the copper coin made a shrill noise, and flew up into the sky, rolling out of a circle where yin and yang coexist.

This current head of the Fuyao faction thought in a daze: "Master, what should I do?"

It's a pity that asking is useless. When Master was alive, he would only say "Oh, let nature take its course." Nothing to do.

Cheng Qian... What are the benefits of Cheng Qian?

The head of Yan tried his best to question himself in his heart - that bastard had a vicious mouth and a bad heart. According to Yan Zhengming's understanding of him, Cheng Qian's restraint and pretense, what he said was about one-tenth of what he secretly planned in his heart. It may be impossible to imagine how unworthy his inner world is under his sanctimonious appearance.

He is also very stubborn, unreasonable, and stubborn, hard-hearted.

A person has been retreating in an extremely cold place for nearly 50 years, and has never eaten anything except cold water. What else in the world can't he do?Anyway, Yan Zhengming admitted that he, the head of the sect, couldn't control that bastard junior.

And the messy and unbearable problems, such as unknown sloppy, sleeping without taking a bath, touching no matter how disgusting things are, and never remembering to wash hands after touching... And the body is not clean Dao, you know clearly what you shouldn't know, and you always have a half-knowledge of what you should know, and you often poke other people's lungs.

At first, Yan Zhengming was looking for reasons for himself, but halfway through thinking about it, he made himself very angry.

Thinking about how he loves beauty and hates ugliness for so many years, he used "blind eyes" to bury others countless times overtly and secretly, and finally suffered retribution at this moment. Yan Zhengming found out with grief and indignation that he might be really blind.

A voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Brother, the copper coin has fallen."

As soon as the word "copper coin" came out, Yan Zhengming suddenly trembled with guilt.

Li Yun floated over from behind him silently, like a ghost, and at the same time looked at him ghostly without making a sound.

Yan Zhengming glared at him shortly: "What are you doing?"

Li Yun looked back like a thief, and asked, "Where did the puddle go?"

"Playing with fire in the back mountain," Yan Zhengming said, "Why are you so sneaky?"

Since the day when the thunder was struck by the water hole, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he not only looks closer to an adult woman in appearance, but also has the ability to control the real fire of samadhi at will.

Hearing that she was not there, Li Yun sat down next to Yan Zhengming.

At first, as if he didn't know where to start, he carefully insinuated: "Why are you finally willing to send your baby away?"

There is a difference between a person who has no ghosts in his heart and a person who has ghosts in his heart. This ordinary question made Master Yan pause involuntarily. Deliberately, tangled in place for a moment, he found that Li Yun was very deliberate when he came to ask this question, so he pinched his eyebrows irritably, broke the jar, and said bluntly: "What do you want to say?"

Li Yun sighed: "Brother..."

"No, you still don't need to say it." Yan Zhengming interrupted him suddenly, remained silent for a moment, and said, "You don't need to say it, I know what to do...a person in his teens , there is always some sense of proportion.”

It was rare for Li Yun to calm down, and said: "Yes, I know you have a sense of proportion, but what should you do?"

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment.

Li Yun glanced at him, shook his head, and said softly: "The road of sword repair is not easy at all, and it is even rarer in the world since he took the lead. Every step is on the tip of the knife. Your inner demon has been born. In the future what to do?"

Yan Zhengming was a little sad by what he said, but he didn't show it. He still seemed to be indifferent and said: "What's the matter? Ordinary people are like ants, and their lives are only a few decades, and they are always in a hurry. It can be seen that it is human nature to like the new and dislike the old. My nature, I am no different from other people, it will fade away naturally after a few years."

Li Yun sighed: "Senior brother, how can you forget about it in three to five years? How can you become a demon? Do you think I'm that mentally retarded stupid girl in the puddle who doesn't understand anything?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The two of them stared at each other for a moment and fell silent. After some time, Li Yun tentatively said, "Are you... are you sure you don't want Xiaoqian to know? I think it's not as good as..."

With a "snap", the copper coin in Yan Zhengming's hand was directly broken by him, his face suddenly turned cold, and he interrupted Li Yun: "There is no need to mention this matter again."

Li Yun: "But..."

"No, but," Yan Zhengming's eyes were so deep and cold that it frightened Li Yun, "You must not mention this to a third person, especially Cheng Qian."

Li Yun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, finally swallowed it back, and nodded helplessly.

Yan Zhengming: "Don't perfunctory me, swear!"

Li Yun: "Oh, senior brother..."

"What nonsense!"

Seeing that he couldn't resist him, Li Yun had no choice but to raise one hand and said, "I swear to keep this matter to myself and never tell anyone else, otherwise..."

Yan Zhengming continued: "Otherwise I will be struck by lightning from the sky, and I will die badly."

Li Yun straightened up suddenly: "Are you crazy!"

Yan Zhengming glanced at him, and said calmly: "Li Yun, I found out that you have a very bad problem. You seem to think that people in the world who are braver than you are crazy."

Li Yun stared at him fiercely for a moment, then said powerlessly: "The heart demon lasts for a long time, and when the time comes, the Dao heart will be damaged, it depends on what you do."

"If I die, it's just that you change someone to be the head." Yan Zhengming stretched his waist, "I just don't want to do it. I heard that the soul can be reincarnated... What do you think of the vixen? At that time, you have to urge Shui Keng to practice hard and become a great demon early, it is best to usurp the throne and seize power and make a demon king Dangdang, let her cover me."

The lofty ambition of the headman stunned Li Yun, and he was speechless for a while.

Yan Zhengming ignored him, clacked his fingers lightly, shook his head and hummed a vulgar and out-of-the-ordinary little tune: "When you fall to the ground and die, it is bitter to come, and bitter to go; if you burn the kettle, you will be poor in a hurry, and you will be rich in a hurry." ;The wind is blowing in the east, the rain is falling in the west, and the sky is changing to show heroism, which is just a fake show that is done one day at a time; it is better to be a living bastard, swallow a mouthful of rivers, lakes and seas, and spit out a thousand years..."

This is a ditty used by rascals begging for food near Fuyao Mountain Villa, which made Li Yun feel very sad.

Yan Zhengming sometimes envies the group of homeless people wandering around the world, because they have no worries and no worries, but when he thinks of their dignity catching lice in the sun, he no longer envies them, and feels that he may be born a little less The qualifications of being a family in the world, only remember their beggars.

He was looking for peace of mind for himself, when suddenly his heart tightened, as if someone had hit his chest with a hammer, the ditty in Yan Zhengming's mouth stopped abruptly, and his whole body bounced off the ground.

"What's wrong?" Li Yun rolled his eyes.

Yan Zhengming's expression was like a ghost: "The puppet charm I tied on Xiaoqian's hair..."