Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

It is said that that night, the Shentan Jiao raised at the gate of the Westbound Palace died so that white bellies floated up.

The main hall of Suoxiantai was collapsed into slag, and when the Dragon Lock was withdrawn, there was only an empty platform left on the spot, which was washed away by the pouring rain, and the water that flowed down smelt of blood.

The demons and goblins at the foot of the Shizhou Mountains have been raging without a head or tail all night, fighting on their own, and clashed with the monks in the mountains several times. Not only did the officers and soldiers have no control over the riots with the bandits, but they had to flee for their lives with the common people.

The imperial court's reaction was not unpleasant, and Tianyan Department sent people the next day, but unfortunately the effect was nothing more than nothing - monks from famous families regarded themselves very highly, who would listen to the imperial court's dispatch?The group of demon cultivators in southern Xinjiang acted even more upside-down, with a large number of people, and they couldn't see any appeals when they changed places after a fight.

The world's most prosperous Shizhou mountain has suffered a catastrophe. There are thousands of miles of wild animals and bones everywhere. The water source polluted by corpse poison and epidemic disease is very poisonous, and countless ordinary people are displaced.

The monks of various factions fought and ignored them, arousing the clear air of the world back and forth, causing chaos in the five elements of the local area, sometimes flooding, sometimes igniting, and in a blink of an eye, snow fell on a sunny day, and summer flowers that were forced out grew in the snow. Sickly, he looked at each other in blank dismay with the unknown cold gnat in the soil.

The yin and yang reversed for three or four days, and finally attracted the wrath of heaven and earth, and one of the divine thunders split Suoxiantai into two.

This seems to herald the beginning of a melee between gods and demons and the collapse of order.

Bian Xu didn't stop at all, he turned around and went back to Xuanwu Hall after getting off the Suoxian Terrace, and immediately announced his retreat, and no one would show up again.

The owner of Baihu Mountain Villa has never appeared since the beginning. Whether it was an unannounced visit to Southern Border, or to deal with the accident on Suoxiantai, he only sent a group of disciples and an elder who called people "turtle son" when he was in a hurry. There were rumors that the reason why the owner of Baihu Mountain Villa did not show up was that he had long since fallen.

So far, the four sages who guarded the four directions, like the four heavenly pillars, have fallen, silently, and as they left the field sadly, a long and peaceful era seems to have passed.

The world is in turmoil, mortals and monks are all in danger.

The thousand-foot-high buildings and the bustling nightlife are like a layer of gorgeous and fragile relief on the ice. When a pot of boiling water is poured on it, even a face will be blurred.

But Cheng Qian didn't pay attention to these things.

On that day, he and Tang Zhen left Suxiantai directly, and settled in a simple inn at the foot of Shizhou Mountain. For the first time, he saw what it was like to be backlashed by his own true energy.

When the backlash started, several blue veins popped out of Yan Zhengming's forehead, as if they were about to burst out at any moment. He inadvertently held the side of the stone bed with his palm, and an uncontrollable moan of pain overflowed from his throat. The bed was crushed into a pile of gravel by him.

Tang Zhen said loudly: "You guys all go out, this is not for fun, if you don't have a soul, stay away... eh!"

When his voice fell, a huge sword intent suddenly erupted from Yan Zhengming's body. The icy coldness from the Sword God Realm, no one could stand it right in front of him.

Tang Zhen didn't come up in one breath, took a few steps back with an ugly face, and stretched out his hands to hold his churning chest.

The whole inn was on the verge of collapse, there were a few "pops" on the top beams and pillars, and the overflowing sword intent was silent, and just a little rubbing of the edge immediately left a hole several inches deep on the wood and stone.

Tang Zhen stretched out his arm and grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder, and pinched his thin fingers into a wound on his shoulder, and Cheng Qian was shocked.

"Don't be dumbfounded, I can't hold back his sword energy, it's up to you, we can't let all his true energy flow out, otherwise not only his body can't withstand the wound of the dragon lock, but he will be affected by him for several miles around, No one can escape!"

Cheng Qian immediately came back to his senses, and the true energy around him spared no effort to scatter out, wrapping the entire inn in it, forming an invisible net, trapping Yan Zhengming's counterattacking sword energy in it.

But he himself only knows how to fight and kill, whether it is healing for others or helping others, he has never done such a thing before. Injuries added to injuries, and the two sides immediately stalemate there, but within half a stick of incense, Cheng Qian's forehead was already sweating.

Yan Zhengming lay on the stone bed exhausted as if he was being hacked into pieces, unable to hum.

He seemed to be awake, but his eyes were slack, his consciousness struggled up and down for a moment, and he didn't know where he was. Yan Zhengming tried in vain to grab something in the air with his convulsed fingers. He consciously tried his best, but only the tip of his finger Trembling slightly, the bloodless lips opened and closed, as if calling out "Little Qian".

Tang Zhen pinched a complicated hand formula with both hands, and the next moment, Cheng Qian felt a gust of warm breeze flowing past him, the wounds and bruises on his waist were swept aside by "that thing", and immediately healed as before .

The gust of breeze entered Yan Zhengming's body as it was, and Yan Zhengming moved slightly, his back heaved violently, as if he had gained some consciousness, Tang Zhen's complexion immediately turned gray as if he had died once.

Taking advantage of his consciousness, Tang Zhen hurriedly said, "Master Yan, take back your sword energy!"

Yan Zhengming actually heard it, but he was powerless. He felt that every inch of flesh and blood had been picked off by a razor, and he thought blankly: "Master, practicing swords hurts so much, I don't want to practice anymore."

Tang Zhen turned to Cheng Qian with cold sweat all over his face: "We can't delay!"

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, suddenly forcibly tightened his true essence, and pushed back the scattered sword energy. The sword energy collided back and forth in the invisible net. There is an illusion of being pierced by thousands of arrows.

Li Yun, who was waiting at the door, felt a burst of strong light suddenly burst out inside, and the window sills were shaken, and then a layer of ice was covered in the blink of an eye, freezing solidly.

Li Yun pushed back the puddle where he was probing his head, and pushed open the frozen inn door——

Cheng Qian knelt on the ground on one knee, hugged Yan Zhengming tightly, his rags were half soaked with blood, and stuck to his body wetly, Li Yun took a step forward with trembling liver, and called out softly: "Xiao Qian ?”

Cheng Qian seemed to want to stand up, but he staggered a step. Li Yun rushed into the room and helped him up: "You are too desperate!"

Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment.

"It's fine for the time being." Tang Zhen stood up in embarrassment, and took a deep look at Yan Zhengming who had fainted, "The rest depends on luck."

They didn't stay in Shizhou Mountain for long, Cheng Qian just adjusted his breath for a while, and returned to Fuyao Mountain Villa early the next morning in Tang Zhen's flying carriage.

The Pegasus was light and timid, and was too frightened to run away, so Shui Keng had no choice but to drive the car himself, roasting the horse's buttocks with two balls of red crane real fire, driving the two Pegasus so loudly and violently, they flew around like blind house sparrows .

Tang Zhen was already impatient and fell asleep leaning against a corner. When he was awake, his brows were warm and handsome, but when he fell asleep, his breath was extremely low, and his whole body exuded a kind of old ghostly aura.

Nian Da was at the side chicken pecking rice, Liu Lang said nothing, Li Yun sat silently leaning against the car door, his whole body was shrouded in an unspeakable preoccupation.

Cheng Qian hugged the unconscious Yan Zhengming and leaned against the wall of the carriage. He couldn't see any pain on Yan Zhengming's face. It seemed that he was just impatient to listen to the scriptures and took a nap in the preaching hall surrounded by mountains and mist like that.

Cheng Qian remembered that when he was a child, his master let him live in Qing'anju, to let him be quiet and calm, so that he would not think so much, so why did he let the senior brother live in "Gentle Township"?

Did he expect that in his life, he would only have a moment of worry-free life when he was young?

The wind and rain were pouring outside the carriage, and the real fire of Tonghe was like a crumbling wind lantern, faintly gliding across the wet night sky.

At this time, Liu Lang, who had been looking out of the car window, suddenly broke the silence and said, "When I realized that I had become such a human, ghost and ghost, I didn't want to live for a while."

He hardly spoke in front of people, and over time, everyone suspected that he had broken his voice after being possessed by the demon, and became half-mute.

"There is nothing wrong with mortals," Nian Da yawned, regained consciousness a little, and continued, "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the pastoral routine, when you get old, you have grandchildren, and finally you are buried in the ancestral grave with your ancestors. In the next life, I will be another little baby whom my father loves and my mother loves."

Liu Lang couldn't see any expression on his face covered by the mask, he just took a deep look at Nian Da, and said in a low voice, "You don't understand what it's like to be a mortal, if you make a hand gesture at will, it will cause storms and floods." I don’t care where they are submerged. As for the mortals at the foot of the mountain, they are still fine when they sleep. When they wake up in the morning, they find that their homes and good fields have been destroyed overnight. "

Nian Da was stunned: "This..."

"These are the lucky ones, at least they are destined to leave their hometown," Liu Lang said, "The rest may be crushed by the collapsed house in their sleep, may be accidentally killed by splashing swords, or block the way of some demon cultivator. The place of burial... Looking back, everyone will only talk about who won and who lost in that battle, and how many demon cultivators were killed by the heroes there, and no one will mention other things."

Liu Lang laughed lowly, and said, "It's like people walking on the street and trampling a few ants to death. Most people don't step on them deliberately, but no one will notice them if they are trampled to death."

"It's nothing," Li Yun said wearily, "All living beings are ants, and some people will treat others as ants, so that they can temporarily forget that they are just ants. Human beings can never control their joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys. Live a day and take it day by day... ...Look at our senior brother, the sword cultivator who has stepped into the Sword God Realm, and others will avoid him when they see him, isn't he still living in pain every day?"

The word "pain" seemed to have touched a nerve in Cheng Qian. He lowered his head, took Yan Zhengming's hand, and pressed it on the weak pulse gate. He had felt the hard work of the senior brother before, but never This person was so fragile, Cheng Qian just looked at it, feeling restless and sad.

Cheng Qian probed for a while, but couldn't figure out why. He had a cold body and didn't dare to visit other people's inner palaces at will, so he didn't care if Tang Zhen was asleep or not, and asked, "When did he go? Can you wake up?"

Tang Zhen closed his eyes and replied: "I don't know, being backlashed by my own inner palace, coupled with my inner demons, maybe I will wake up by spitting blood in a while, or I won't wake up forever, maybe it's just a break."

As soon as these words came out, the carriage became quiet again, even the noisy Nian Da dared not speak out.

Tang Zhen's crow's mouth was once again good but not bad, and nearly a month after the group returned to Fuyao Villa, Yan Zhengming was still like a living dead.

Although Tang Zhen didn't promise anything, he probably still felt that the forbidden technique was given by him, and he should take some responsibility, so he took Nian Da and Liu Lang to live in Fuyao Villa, occasionally instructing Li Yun on how to build and strengthen the perimeter of the villa. Formation, take a look at Yan Zhengming's situation every few days.

Tang Zhen walked into the small bamboo forest with ease, picked up the cold water on the table and drank it all, and said to Cheng Qian who had been waiting by the side for a long time: "You have passed the seven heavenly catastrophes, and your physical body has been completed, why do you make yourself so miserable? Pure hearted and ascetic?"

"I'm used to it." Cheng Qian sat quietly on the side, and after a while, for some reason, he added, "I used to think that people with cold blood don't have much fun living, but now it seems that the seven emotions and six desires are too much. Exuberance is not necessarily a good thing."

"I just saw someone coming to your villa again," Tang Zhen said, "Your place is full of people lately—but it's true, all the great talents from all walks of life have almost withered, and your brothers and sisters are now making trouble in Suoxiantai. It is famous all over the world, and in this troubled world, it is natural to be flocked to."

Without raising his eyelids, Cheng Qian said sharply, "There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings."

He didn't seem to care about these words at all and scolded himself.

Tang Zhen glanced at him and said, "The person who came here seems to be from Baihu Villa, why don't you go and see him?"

Cheng Qian said indifferently: "The owner of the villa pretended to be dead, why did you come to me?"

Tang Zhen: "It seems that there are still invitations from Tianyan."

Cheng Qian's face darkened suddenly: "Everyone who comes to Tianyan will be shot out, and if there are any ignorant ones, let them come and go. What does it matter to me whether it is another day or another day?"

what is the relationship?

It won't be long before the fact that Han Yuan was born in the Fuyao sect will become known to the world. Will they still want to stay out of it?

However, Yan Zhengming remained in a coma, and Cheng Qian became more and more restless. Tang Zhen didn't touch his bad luck, and stopped talking about it, and stepped forward to probe a ray of spiritual consciousness into Yan Zhengming's inner palace.

The Cheng Daxian who was still full of "pure heart and asceticism" immediately leaned forward slightly and asked, "How is it?"

Tang Zhen didn't say anything for a while, Cheng Qian couldn't sit still anymore, walked back and forth in the room several times, wanted to ask a question several times, but was afraid of disturbing him, so he swallowed it all by himself.

It took a long time before Tang Zhen withdrew his consciousness, and carefully put Yan Zhengming's hands back under the quilt. His face was serious, and he hesitated for a moment.

Cheng Qian: "Brother Tang?"

Tang Zhen: "I think...you'd better call your senior brother and junior sister together."

Cheng Qian stayed where he was for a while.

He had never felt so cold in his heart, as if someone had hollowed out his chest and stuffed it with a handful of ice slags that hadn't melted for years, so cold that his blood was dripping.

Probably five thunderbolts, nothing more than that.

Tang Zhen glanced at him in embarrassment, and said, "Little friend, there will always be ups and downs in the world, and there will always be joys and sorrows. You have been pure-hearted and ascetic for a long time, so why can't you see through it?"

"Do not……"

Cheng Qian had just uttered a word, and his voice had already slammed. He stood there for a moment in a daze, as if he wanted to take a step forward, but he staggered as if he couldn't stand on his feet, and his eyes slowly fell on Yan Zhengming. For a moment, Tang Zhen felt that his eyes were red-but... would a piece of jade cry?

Will the unshakable eyes of Tianjie be flustered?

But he collapsed for only a moment, and before Tang Zhen could speak, Cheng Qian's eyes suddenly became firm, and he said firmly, "No, don't tell them yet, brother Tang, you are well-read and knowledgeable, and you must have a way ...No matter what, if you go up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, even if you want to change my life, it's fine..."

Tang Zhen interrupted him and said: "Listen to what stupid words you said, if your senior brother heard this, he would have to slash you with a sword first, and then slash me."

Cheng Qian stared at Tang Zhen with an almost compelling calmness and said, "I can train Juling Jade into a physical body, as long as you show me a way, there is nothing I can't do."

Tang Zhen looked back at him straightly, Cheng Qian's eyes did not hesitate.

"Up to the poor and blue down...down to the underworld." Tang Zhen suddenly said these words in a low voice, and then he laughed in a low voice, "Little friend, in the world, the friendship between a teacher and a teacher is deep. Although it is a good story, it is rare to see deep success You are like this."

Cheng Qian said calmly: "This place is called 'Fuyao Mountain Villa', not 'World'."

"Outsiders like you and I can't understand how many shocking things there are in Sword God Realm." Tang Zhen stopped entangled in the topic just now, and said, "He just came out, and his realm was not yet stable, so he was attacked by demons." , is already very dangerous, and he is good at using forbidden techniques—the battle on Suoxiantai, can you see how much he forcibly raised his cultivation base?"

Cheng Qian said: "I'm not smarter than him, I can't see the difference, I can only roughly estimate...at least a level."

Tang Zhen said: "That's right, it's like borrowing a usury loan. He borrowed it but didn't pay it back. If he moves a long way in the Sword God Realm, it's naturally dangerous to backfire."

Cheng Qian immediately realized Tang Zhen's meaning: "So as long as his real cultivation level catches up with the borrowed part in a short period of time, can the pain of backlash be relieved? I can give him all my true energy, at worst, I will go to practice 100 Years, anyway, this thing of Heavenly Tribulation is born once and familiarized twice."

Tang Zhen was stunned when he heard the words, and then he couldn't help laughing and said: "You treat your true energy as a bowl of rice, and you can allocate it to whoever you want? Don't say you are not a sword cultivator, even if there are two sword cultivators. Can blend."

Tang Zhen sighed at this point: "If he wants to pass this level, unless he can enter the "sheathing" state before his physical body collapses—but you should understand that in terms of cultivation, it takes a lot of accumulation to make a thin hair. The magic path that is good at taking shortcuts does not have a hundred days of skill, not to mention that he is a swordsman who must go through thousands of tempers every step of the way, and there is absolutely no external thing that can help him cultivate. The things you and I can do with external forces are very limited, even if you have the heart , I don’t have the power.”

Cheng Qian's eyes dimmed for a moment.