Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

There are fairy mountains in the Central Plains, soaring into the clouds, the top of the mountain is covered with snow, the grass and trees under the mountain are clear and beautiful, and the clouds and rain on the halfway up the mountain come and go at will. When people walk in it, within a few steps, they can see all seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The name of this mountain is "Shizhou Mountain". It is one more state than Kyushu. Although it is in the human world, it still does not seem to be in the human world.

There is also a folk saying that "the world is very prosperous, and eighty percent of it is in ten states".

The mountains in Shizhou are the best in the world, and they are beautiful, but it is a huge spirit-absorbing pool. The spiritual energy of the surrounding mountains and rivers is continuously drawn into the mountains, and the monks will not only be unable to practice in it, but will be absorbed by the mountains. Constantly snatching fresh air.It is precisely because of this that Shizhou Mountain has never been owned. Later, several powerful people joined forces to set up a "suspended fairy platform" on the top of the mountain, adding countless restrictions, large and small, to detain all kinds of vicious people.

There are 36 heaven and earth trapped dragon locks on Suoxiantai, even if the sect of ten thousand demons is bound by them, it is difficult to fly.

Since the beginning of the day, countless demons have been killed in this place, and the ferocious aura lingers all year round. There always seems to be a layer of blood that can't be wiped clean, surrounding the surroundings not far or near, like those people from ancient times to the present. Or the souls who died with innocence linger for a long time, staring blankly at the past world far away from life and death.

When Cheng Qian woke up, he didn't know how long it had been. He only felt the pain like a needle prick in his back, and he almost couldn't get up at first.

It has been a long time since his cultivation has reached his level, and he hasn't experienced the pain of flesh and blood for a long time. Cheng Qian took a deep breath, struggled slightly, and found that he was not locked, and he could even walk around inside the dragon lock. Yuan Quan was trapped in the sea of ​​qi, and his body was as heavy as a mortal.

The Frost Edge Sword had naturally been taken away, and Cheng Qian was currently unarmed and powerless.

He didn't panic, he calmed down on the spot for a while, and began to look up and look around. He saw that this place was an empty hall with four doors closed. Seeing the surrounding murals of killing demons and eliminating demons clearly, it is gloomy and gloomy, much like the legendary Suoxiantai.

The numbness at the waist where the little bug plotted against him hadn't faded away, Cheng Qian looked down and saw the blood on his chest, he straightened his clothes, he didn't know how long he hadn't been in such a mess.

In fact, Cheng Qian knew that if it wasn't for the puppet talisman tied to him by the senior brother, he would never be able to fight against that old thing, but the dignified elder of Xuanwutang, after accidentally losing for a while, put down his face and sneaked up on a junior. Daring to confront each other head-on again made Cheng Qian feel sad and ridiculous.

Some people have been condescending for a long time, and they have put themselves on the shelf, and they can't tolerate a little downhill. As time goes by, I'm afraid they will be scared out of their hearts.

It's just that Cheng Qian didn't understand, why did that old thing tie himself to the so-called "Suoxiantai" for thousands of miles, wouldn't it be clean to kill him directly?

He thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he simply put it aside.

Anyway, the comer is not good.

Cheng Qian wasn't afraid of being locked up here - he didn't care if he was killed or cut, he was just worried about his elder brother.That day, Cheng Qian listened to Li Yun's words under Zhenlong, and kept in mind that it would be dangerous for a sword cultivator to have a heart demon. He couldn't imagine how the elder brother would feel if he felt the puppet talisman was broken and couldn't find him anymore.

So Cheng Qian got rid of distracting thoughts, sat down with all his heart, tried his best to mobilize his inner breath, and hit the restrictions around his body after repeated defeats.

Just when he slammed into the Qiankun Yulong lock in a life-and-death posture, he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Hey, young man, don't bother, if I were you, lie down and have a good sleep now."

Cheng Qian turned around with some difficulty, and saw a person standing ten feet away from him. I don't know how he got in, and he was wandering around the sleepy dragon lock boredly.The man was shriveled, not tall, and a little hunched over. He looked very wretched. His beard and stains on his face were so black that they could not be distinguished from each other, only the whites of his eyes were as clean as chickens.

Although Cheng Qian didn't particularly like cleanliness himself, he was still shocked by this gentleman's sloppiness - he hadn't seen a monk who made himself so dirty for many years.

This man was dressed in rags, and he kept scratching his ears and cheeks, which made others feel itchy all over when they looked at him... If there are lice on a monk, they must be lice, right?

The man paused next to the sleepy dragon lock like a monkey, looked at Cheng Qian with a smile, and said in a daze, "You don't want to sleep? Then let's have a chat—boy, you Fuyao faction still have leftovers." How many people are there?"

Cheng Qian was taken aback. Although this person looked crazy, he was able to come and go in such a heavily guarded place at will, and he even explained his origins in one go. It was not easy.

He hesitated for a moment, and asked quite cautiously: "I don't know what to call senior?"

"Tsk, don't call me senior, I don't like to hear it. Aren't you guys from the Fuyao faction all like wild monkeys in the mountains, never big or small?" The man waved his hand and replied, "Don't lie to me. You're welcome, my name is Ji Qianli."

Cheng Qian witnessed his graceful squatting posture, and felt that the group of monkeys in our school was wronged.

And the name "Thousands of Miles" really doesn't feel like a real name when you hear it.

The cultivator who called himself Ji Qianli grinned at him, showing his white teeth: "I heard that you beat that old ghost Yang Decheng so hard that he was looking for his teeth, making him angry? You are very promising, boy!"

Cheng Qian asked inexplicably, "Who is Yang Decheng?"

Ji Qianli: "It's the big thug raised by Bian Xu. That old ghost has been very arrogant these years, and it is true that someone should take care of him—oh, he was not like this when he was young. The older he is, the less he is a thing. He is called Feisheng. .”

This person seemed to be very familiar with Xuanwutang in what he said, and Cheng Qian couldn't help but take some precautions, and said indifferently: "The person who can be forced into a jerk by a mere ascension, is it possible that he is still a sage and gentleman?"

Ji Qianli scratched the back of his neck, waved his hands in embarrassment and said, "You're still young, I can't explain this to you."

Cheng Qian was full of enthusiasm, and while perseveringly using the trapped true energy to attack the restrictions around his body, he said unhurriedly: "If ordinary people live to my age, there will be five generations under the same roof."

Ji Qianli smiled and said: "Your talent is extraordinary at the moment, and your realm is advancing rapidly. You have neither married a daughter-in-law nor accepted a disciple. In such a day, even if you live to be eleven thousand years old, you are still young. Wait until one day, you find People in the world, regardless of men, women, old or young, all respectfully call you senior when they see you, and the monks running around with their swords in front of them all call you ancestor. Ascending farther and farther...that's old."

Cheng Qian froze for a moment, then turned to meet the eyes of the old lunatic.

Only then did he realize that the old lunatic's eyes were extremely black, like the bottomless abyss of Fuyao Houshan.

"We are different from ordinary people." Ji Qianli said, "From birth, ordinary people know that they are going to die. For 80 or [-] years, the poor and the rich, the good and the bad, all lead to the same goal by different routes. No matter how far the heart drifts, There is always such a home.”

Cheng Qian couldn't help but said, "Can death be considered a destination?"

Ji Qianli laughed loudly, waving his hands and feet, and said, "You doll... Tell me, if death is not a destination in this world, what else is there? But we don't even have this destination. What is the Dao? The Dao is Like a radish hanging in front of a donkey’s face, we chase and chase every day, the more powerful you are and the higher your realm, the farther you will find yourself from that radish. Turn into a handful of dust like a mortal, and let grass grow on the grave...Tsk, wouldn't the thousand years of searching become a joke?"

When Ji Qianli said this, the smile on his face suddenly turned slightly cold, and he sighed: "Whether it is Yang Decheng, Bai Ji, or Tang Yao... When I knew these people, they were also young and vigorous, and they were equally determined. , Do something and don’t do it, it’s no different from you now.”

What kind of couple are Bai Ji and Tang Yao?

When Cheng Qian heard this, his cheeks were tense, and he asked a little bluntly: "Is this exalting me, senior?"

Ji Qianli shook his head and lowered his voice: "A hundred years ago, Tang Yao and Bai Ji joined hands to force Gu Yanxue to death, and less than five years later, Bai Ji died at the end of his life, the master of the dignified Westbound Palace, died. His hair was like dead ashes, his body was withered, his body was stinky, and he couldn't speak. Most of the monks didn't get dirty, they were used to cleanliness, and no one liked to get close to him. As for Tang Yao..."

"They, Mulan Mountain, have always been indifferent to human relations, but the struggle for power is very lively. 30 years ago, Mulan Mountain changed overnight, and Tang Yao was imprisoned in the back mountain by his relatives and younger brothers, called retreat. These years Disappeared, presumably should be no longer alive."

"It's only a mere hundred years..." Ji Qianli stretched his waist long and sighed, "The hero of a lifetime, how is he safe now?"

Cheng Qiansi has never had excessive sympathy, and she was unmoved after listening to it, and only said coldly: "You deserve what you deserve, and you deserve to die."

"You deserve what you deserve..." Ji Qianli repeated, shaking his head, "you young people always think highly of yourself, but whoever can reach the stage of great power, who is not determined and different from ordinary people? It's just... well, That's all."

After the old beggar finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, and said to Cheng Qian: "Someone is coming soon, I have to go, you don't have to worry, since you have arrived at Suoxiantai, someone will naturally take you out."

Who?

Cheng Qian's first reaction was seniors, maybe passers-by like Zhuang Nanxi would say a few words for him, besides... who else would want to save him?

Before he had time to ask, Ji Qianli suddenly changed his face again, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know if you did it on purpose or if you were just unlucky, but you exposed the corners of your head too much, 'they' even Saving you may not have any good intentions... Boy, remember, if you want to live for a long time, you need some means, but you can't be too means. Today's world can't tolerate people who are too means-you Tong Ru, Gu If you don’t want to follow in the footsteps of Yanxue and others, you should keep an eye on them.”

Cheng Qian hurriedly said: "Wait...Senior!"

Ji Qianli turned a deaf ear and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

This person acted upside down, but his words seemed to have other meanings, Cheng Qian's brows gradually tightened - what is "the lessons learned from Tong Ru, Gu Yanxue and others"?

Is there any connection between Master Gu's infatuation and Island Master Gu's death?

Before he could figure out why, the four gates of the main hall were suddenly pushed open with a "bang", and the sudden influx of sky light made Cheng Qian unable to open his eyes for a while.A crowd of people, known and unknown, strode in, and the battle was very exciting.

The head of the Xuanwu Hall is not the great elder Yang Decheng, but a middle-aged monk with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes.Cheng Qian vaguely guessed at the first sight that this person was probably Bian Xu, the master of Xuanwu Hall.

At the other end, Zhuang Nanxi hurried in with a solemn middle-aged man, one black and one white with the people in Xuanwu Hall, vaguely in a rivalry, among this group of people, Cheng Qian saw a few of them at a glance. Familiar faces—they were all disciples of the White Tiger Villa that he fished out from the Demon City of Zhaoyang that day.

Zhuang Nanxi winked at Cheng Qian from a distance, as if to reassure him.

Apart from these two factions, there were also quite a few monks who came here to join in the fun, and even Tang Zhen who had already left was mixed among them.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Cheng Qian sat on the Suo Xiantai, and suddenly felt a little strange honor in his heart. He remembered that he was still a small casual cultivator on Qinglong Island, and he hadn't concentrated on it. He would fight with people all day long with brute force , Watching the island's powerhouses fight, they are not even qualified to speak out, they can only hide like a fragile egg under an overturned nest, hiding in fear.

It's only been 100 years now, so what can he do, he actually enjoys the treatment of Island Master Gu.

Yang Decheng seemed to be about to speak, but the monk with the Chinese face next to him raised his hand and stopped him.

The man took the lead to step forward and said: "I am Bian Xu, the master of the Xuanwu Hall. This fellow Taoist, Elder Yang, my disciple, said that you used special exercises to hide your cultivation. Your real body is a demon cultivator, and you even killed my child." Originally, the hatred of killing your son is irreconcilable, but the nephew Zhuang Xian of Baihu Villa tried his best to defend you. Although the pain of losing your son is unbearable, this old man is unwilling to hurt innocent people for it, so he put you in the Xiantai. , in front of the famous people in the world, I am here to ask you, what is the relationship between the Southern Border Demon Dragon and you, and did my son Bian Xiaohui die at your hands?"

Bian Xu was one of the four saints, and he was indeed more human than the elders under his sect. Even though his eyes were red from the pain of losing his son, he did not lose his composure.

Cheng Qian glanced at Yang Decheng, who had gloomy eyes, and replied: "I've already explained the ins and outs, but the elder of the noble sect is very interesting. He seems to think that all the people in the world with higher cultivation than him are people in the way of demons. I'm curious about that." Alright, hall master, who is stronger between you and the elders of your sect?"

Yang Decheng gritted his teeth and said: "Hall Master, don't listen to him, this little bastard has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."

For a junior like Cheng Qian who slapped him in the face in public, Yang Decheng actually seemed to have killed him on the spot, and when he turned around, he just pushed Bian Xiaohui's death on his head, and it was over.

But I never expected that Zhuang Nanxi would disrupt the situation by intervening. The boy sent a letter to the disciples of the surrounding Baihu Villa while they were fighting fiercely, and in a blink of an eye, he attracted a large group of disciples who happened to be in the surrounding villa—— Among them was an elder from Baihu Villa who came over after hearing the news.

If it is just an "unknown casual cultivator", then of course it is up to him to deal with life or death, but Baihu Villa is a family friend, and it is really inconvenient to tear up his face in public. A large group of Baihu Villa disciples who were rescued by Cheng Qian tried their best to mediate. It made the matter even more complicated, and the trouble went all the way to Suoxiantai, where a group of respectable monks were recruited.

Bian Xu remained expressionless, and asked again: "Since Fellow Daoist denies that he is a member of the Demonic Way, how dare you ask Master Cheng?"

The Fuyao sect has always been a lawsuit, and of course Cheng Qian couldn't get out of the sect, so he replied: "It's just a casual cultivator without a name."

Yang Decheng said angrily: "Fart!"

Bian Xu frowned: "I'm a good talker, why don't fellow Taoists cooperate again and again? Then where did you get into it? Is it natural?"

Cheng Qian put his hands on his knees, and said with a half-smile: "Qinglong Island Lecture Hall—If you ask again, I can still tell you that Bai Ji and Tang Yao forced the owner of Qinglong Island to death because of a sentence of 'unnecessary'. I was there when I was there, and time has passed, and the stars have changed, and now the old dog raised by Master Bian is as majestic as it was back then."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience. There are different opinions about the change of Qinglong Island. No one can figure out whether Gu Yanxue died unjustly or deserved it. Come out, it looks extraordinarily subtle.

Someone in Xuanwu Hall shouted angrily: "Presumptuous!"

Zhuang Nanxi hurriedly said: "There are indeed masters among the people. Even if this senior is from Qinglong Island, so what? Is it possible that the master of Qinglong Island went crazy? It is possible that the conclusion has been settled? Besides, at the age of this senior, the fall of Gu Island Master At that time, he didn't necessarily enter the door, didn't Elder Yang think it was too hasty?"

Yang Decheng sneered and said: "Nephew Zhuang Xian, are you being deceived by him for just a little favor? Maybe it's his conspiracy that you are trapped in Zhaoyang City!"

Tang Zhen, who had been watching from the sidelines, said lazily: "He came to Zhaoyang City to find something for me, saving people is just a matter of convenience, what kind of conspiracy... Some people don't want to be too sentimental."

Yang Zhengde turned his head suddenly, and glared fiercely at Tang Zhen: "Who are you?"

Tang Zhen looked at him blankly for a moment, then said: "Nobody, but this Elder Yang, I saw that your seal is black, your eyebrows seem to have dark red lines, like a demon growing in your heart, and it is not easy to practice, I advise you Let’s be less troublesome and pay more attention to health care.”

Yang Decheng: "You..."

He just said a word, Tang Zhen, who was like a consumptive ghost, was the first to cover his chest and coughed, and Liu Lang next to him hurriedly supported him and patted his back, like this delicate and frail monk In the next moment, he will be scared to death by Elder Yang who is bullying others.

Bian Xu frowned and said, "Decheng, don't argue with the younger generation."

Yang Decheng was forced to look away, with resentment still on his face, he immediately gave the disciples of Xuanwu Hall behind him a look, and immediately, the disciple who would flatter his feet understood, and said for him: "Master, this disciple knows a kind of method, even if a person in the magic way hides his blood, he can still distinguish it."

Zhuang Nanxi and the elder of Baihu Villa looked at each other, and both of them had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the disciple continued: "Cultivation techniques can be disguised, and the primordial spirit released outside can also be disguised, but you only need to cut open the inner mansion and see where the primordial spirit belongs. It must be clear at a glance whether it is a demon or not."

Before the words fell, the elder of Baihu Mountain Villa had already shouted: "Absurd! Why don't you say to cut open his chest to see whether the heart in his chest is black or red? Hall Master Bian, you don't care if the disciples of your sect speak like this. Is it?"

Bian Xu stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows.

Yang Decheng snapped back and said: "It's just to open up the inner mansion, but it didn't mean to hurt his life. There are so many fellow Taoists on the Suoxiantai, is it possible that they are afraid of someone making small moves? If he is really not a demon, my Xuanwu Hall will naturally offer the elixir , to ensure that he can be alive and kicking again!"

Whether Yang Decheng is narrow-minded or deceiving himself, anyway, he really didn't deliberately frame Cheng Qian, but believed that Cheng Qian was indeed a demon cultivator from the bottom of his heart. His words were very straightforward: "Don't tell me he doesn't dare?"

Zhuang Nanxi: "Master, there has never been such a thing in Suoxiantai. I absolutely don't believe that Senior Cheng has anything to do with Moxiu. Even if I really want to test the inner palace, I can't find anything. It's hard to say if it spreads out. Shame Xuanwu Hall."

The disciple of Xuanwu Hall who came up with such a bad idea said: "Don't worry about it, I, Xuanwu Hall, am upright and upright. If there is really a mistake, I will definitely take the blame and give an explanation to the world!"

The elder of Baihu Villa couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Master Bian..."

Yang Decheng interrupted him forcefully: "If you don't dare, you have a guilty conscience!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He, a bitter master, hasn't expressed his position yet, but the two sides are facing each other fiercely.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the main hall of Suoxiantai: "Guilty? I want to see, who dares to hurt him!"

Before the words were finished, a person with a sword rushed in majesticly alone. Before the person arrived, the threatening sword intent had already swept across the hall.

Cheng Qian's expression finally changed.