Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

At the foot of Shizhou Mountain, Yan Zhengming really didn't want to live the first time his inner mansion's true energy came back.

If a person is in extreme physical pain, he can at least pass out. Although Yan Zhengming himself can pass out happily, Yuanshen has to be awake all the time, trapped in the crumbling inner palace together with the tyrannical sword energy. He couldn't resist, and he couldn't run away—not only was his inner mansion in chaos, but there was also a chasm full of evil energy created by the trapped dragon lock, which was blocked by his sword energy that hurt others and himself.

He had no choice but to think smugly, "I can't see that I'm pretty good."

Then the next moment, he received a powerful sword from himself.

The sword cultivator's primordial spirit and sword energy can be combined into one, and naturally they come from the same origin. In the inner palace that he himself has backfired, even if he is tied into a sieve, he will not die.

What's more terrible is that there is not only sword energy in his chaotic inner mansion, but also black smoke that rises and falls from time to time, which is exactly his plague-stricken demon.

This thing is invulnerable to swords and guns, penetrates everywhere, and sometimes emerges from unexpected places. Once it catches his soul, it will step forward and ruthlessly trample it.

First drag him into the illusion, earnestly induce him, let his wish come true for a while, give him a lot of teasing, and when he is about to sink in cautiously, the illusion immediately changes suddenly, sometimes it turns into a master, sometimes It's Cheng Qian with a frosty face, sometimes it's himself, with a unified expression and movement, pointing at his nose and yelling: "Beast, shameless!"

His distraction inevitably caused him to be stabbed by the sword again, and his body and mind were in unbearable pain.This process repeats itself endlessly.

Yan Zhengming was pierced by his own sword energy in pain, and the phantom of Cheng Qian in front of him was still frowning at him, what was that like?

At the beginning, Yan Zhengming thought to himself: "What's the point of living? Forget about blowing up the inner palace. It's over once and for all. I'm a shameless beast anyway."

Immediately afterwards, he was able to wake up with difficulty every time, remembering that with his cultivation base, once he blew up the inner mansion, everyone within twenty feet of his body would either die or be injured, so he had to endure it.

He smiled wryly at Cheng Qian's phantom in front of him, "You... Even if you want to kill me one day, I probably have to lie down by myself."

After hearing this, the demon felt that the image had not fulfilled its intended purpose, so it cleverly transformed itself into Yan Zhengming's own face.

Yan Zhengming immediately changed his face, and turned his face away in disgust: "Forget it, you'd better die on your own."

Over time, he got used to being abused, and his will to survive arose in his heart, thinking: "If I really die, what will the sect do? What about the juniors? Let Xiaoqian feel the pain of my 100 years?"

As soon as the last thought popped up, Yan Zhengming couldn't help imagining it eagerly—if he just fell here, would Cheng Qian remember him forever because of his heartbreak?Although it was indeed painful, Yan Zhengming was a little excited when he thought that Cheng Qian would never be able to shake off his shadow no matter whether it was cultivation or ascension in the future.

But he can't be excited for long, because the demon will pop up from time to time to remind him that he is a shameless animal.

After a while, Yan Zhengming found that Yuanshen could hear the voices outside.

He knew that this was not a good sign. The weaker the primordial spirit, the more it would be assimilated by the body, and therefore it would take over part of the body's six senses. Hearing the sound meant that his primordial spirit was about to fail. However, despite this, When I heard the real Cheng Qian's voice for the first time, I was still so excited that the sword energy almost pierced from the sky to the soles of my feet.

Although it is a pity that for a long time, Cheng Qian didn't talk much - even if he was always there.

The most verbose thing is the puddle. Yan Zhengming knew for the first time that the younger junior sister had the problem of talking to herself in front of some "thing"-every time she started with "elder brother, although I know you can't hear me", Then chatter for at least an incense stick of time.

From her mouth, Yan Zhengming knew that he had returned to Fuyao Mountain Villa, and also knew that Cheng Qian had brought him to the small bamboo forest, and had been taking care of him around the clock. Even the situation and turmoil outside, Yan Zhengming had described everything through her in detail. Knowing the details... In contrast, Li Yun is much more boring, and only sighs at him, and occasionally complains a few words.

Only occasionally when Tang Zhen came to visit him, could Yan Zhengming eagerly hear a few words from the person he missed so much.

As a result, I heard a very crucial passage.

Yan Zhengming completely ignored the words that the surnamed Tang said that he would prepare for his funeral, and his buzzing mind went back and forth dizzy, and finally only the sentence "up to the poor and down to the underworld" was left.

With just this sentence, the demons that had been lingering around him faded away one after another, as if they were scared away by his stupid smirk, and the black air that was churning around was mysteriously severely injured in an instant, and pitifully dimmed a lot .

"Where's my future?" he wondered bewilderedly.

It's a pity that the backlashing sword energy was not affected, and the sword nailed his forgotten primordial spirit in place. Yan Zhengming's primordial spirit lay weakly in the increasingly turbulent inner mansion, sighed softly, lingering on his last breath She thought: "It's not in vain to hurt him, alas... I can rest in peace."

Even he himself didn't pay attention, the crack created by the trapped dragon lock in the inner mansion slowly healed a little bit.

Outside the small bamboo forest in Fuyao Villa.

The puddle held an ancient sword in his arms, which was Cheng Qian's Frost Blade.

When Cheng Qian was tied to Suoxiantai, the frost blade was taken by Yang Decheng, and then it fell into the hands of Baihu Villa in the chaos. return.

The puddle wandered around outside the small bamboo forest for countless times, sometimes turning into a human, sometimes turning into a bird, the hair on the tail was almost torn off by myself, and I couldn't figure out how to get in and open it up—Tang Zhen from the previous day Leaving here, I sent someone to send a letter to Li Yun, asking him to persuade Cheng Qian to open up a bit.

Li Yun might have some bad feelings in his heart, and he didn't dare to come, so he pushed her to top the vat.

What if there is really something... Puddle jumped down from the treetops, stood there in a daze for a while, and suddenly belatedly felt an uncontrollable anguish in his chest.

The elder brother is always angry with her, and it is more difficult to serve her than anything else, but she really can't imagine what would happen without the elder brother, it was just a vague thought, and the puddle felt like the sky was about to collapse.

She stood there in a daze for some time, when the courtyard door in the small bamboo forest was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and the puddle was caught off guard, bumping into Cheng Qian who was going out.

"Little...little brother," Shui Keng said incoherently, "Second brother asked me to bring back your Frost Blade."

"Oh, I almost forgot about it," Cheng Qian took Shuangren, glanced at her, and his expression softened slightly, "It's just a sword, why are you crying?"

The puddle wiped her face, only to realize that at some point, she had already burst into tears. The panic and grievance in her heart broke out all at once, and she choked up and couldn't speak.

As soon as Cheng Qian raised his head, he saw Li Yun standing on the rockery in the villa from a distance, looking at this side with worry, how could he not understand what they meant?

Cheng Qian paused, bent his fingers and tapped Puddle's forehead lightly, and said in a calm and low voice: "Don't cry, I won't let anything happen to him, don't worry."

Puddle's eyes widened, looking at him dimly through a teary eye.

Cheng Qian stepped aside to open the door and said to her, "Go in and have a look, I happened to go to Tang Zhen for something."

Seeing him turn around to leave, the puddle full of brains suddenly uttered a word like a god, she blurted out: "Little senior brother, don't mess around, take care of yourself and take care of the sect master!"

This sentence of super-level performance nailed Cheng Qian in place. He didn't know what it was like for a moment, and after a long time, he responded in a low voice without turning his head.

Where there are seven emotions and six desires, there will be dire straits.

That's what it's like to be alive.

On the other side, after Tang Zhen listened carefully to his words, he seemed to be completely shocked: "What? No... You made a mistake, right? He, a sword cultivator who has stepped into the Sword God Realm, doesn't even have his own sword?"

A sword, no matter how many incredible spells there are on the sword, no matter how many incredible magic weapons are melted into it during the forging process, no matter what powerful monster's soul is sealed inside, in the final analysis, it is just a dead thing. Can kill and chop vegetables.

Only when the blood of thousands of dead souls under the blade endows it with ferocity, the skill and swordsmanship of the sword holder endows it with the spirit of the sword, the charm of the sword is born because of the soul of the person, and the human and the sword are repeatedly ground and forged, can it be considered an achievement. A sword that truly communicates with its master.

It's fine for monks of other ways, but for a sword cultivator, his sword is too important.The attribute of the sword usually determines the type of his own skills, attributes of the five elements, etc. Generally, after a sword cultivator concentrates, the first thing to do is to find the destined sword that belongs to him.

A sword cultivator without a sword is no different from a beast without claws - so how did Yan Zhengming get to the Sword God Realm?

Tang Zhen didn't come back to his senses for a while: "What is that in his hand?"

"Ordinary sabers." Cheng Qian said, "When he was a child, he saved up a whole house and hung them on the walls as murals. When he broke one, he would replace it with a new one. Maybe the blades were made by himself."

When Yan Zhengming was concentrating just now, he had no condition to leave Qinglong Island with his family and his family. Later, he wandered around the world with Li Yun and Shuikeng, practicing swords, raising a family, taking care of his younger brothers and sisters, and following him all the time. The fight for the seal of the sect leader, imagine how incapable it is, and there is no reliable elder around to take care of and remind, so the matter has been put on hold.

"I thought of countless ways yesterday," Cheng Qian said, "For a sword cultivator, the sword is the only external force I can think of, and it is also the only medium that can communicate with his inner palace. It just so happens that my senior brother doesn't have a sword—Tang Brother, if I can find that sword, is there any hope of him going straight into the sheath?"

Tang Zhen hesitated for a moment, then replied: "I really didn't expect this...Your senior brother is unprecedented. In this case, if you can really find a suitable sword, although it may not necessarily make him go further, but it may be able to suppress him. Living in his riotous inner palace, as long as people wake up and can adjust their breathing, injuries and demons can be slowly raised."

A layer of sweat suddenly soaked in Cheng Qian's palm, which stuck to the handle of the Frost Blade, and it froze into a layer of fine ice in a blink of an eye. He asked urgently, "Where should I find this sword? I have no idea, so I have to ask Brother Tang for advice. If I can... really..."

He almost couldn't continue, and after a long time, he said in a rough voice: "Brother Tang, please help me this time, Cheng Qian's life is yours."

"No, no, no," Tang Zhen waved his hands quickly, and said, "But some common sense, if you ask anyone who has lived long enough, they will tell you, don't get excited—this matter is generally not nothing The clue, otherwise, sword cultivators don’t have to do anything else, just looking for swords every day is enough. Usually, sword cultivators don’t enter the Tao for no reason, and there must be some kind of sword energy around them when they enter the Tao. His sword is the one he held in his hand when he entered Taoism, of course there are exceptions..."

Cheng Qian frowned: "He is the exception. When I send my disciples to learn swords, they all use edgeless swords cut from wood."

Tang Zhen asked: "Then the place where he entered the Tao is..."

The corners of Cheng Qian's eyes twitched slightly, and he said, "Fuyao Mountain, I can't go back."

Tang Zhen: "Who led him into Taoism?"

Cheng Qian's expression became more serious: "My master."

Tang Zhen also knew that Master Mu Chun had already lost his soul.

Cheng Qian: "Brother Tang..."

"When a sword cultivator enters the Tao, there are nothing more than the above three to guide him—the sharp weapon in his hand, the spiritual object of heaven and earth, or the powerful sword energy." Tang Zhen shook his head and said, "Forgive my lack of knowledge, I have never heard of such a In the fourth case, he enters the Tao with a wooden sword, which is obviously not the first case, so his sword should be supported by some kind of spiritual creature on Fuyao Mountain...or the Lingshi himself."

Having said this, even Tang Zhen couldn't help showing a look of disappointment on his face. The opportunity and hope just mentioned turned out to be unrealizable in a blink of an eye.

Tang Zhen paused, shook his head and said, "You... well, you should be mourning."

Cheng Qian stood there in a daze for a while, then lifted the frost blade, turned around and walked out, Tang Zhen hurriedly chased him out and said, "What are you doing?"

"Go to Wangyou Valley, that is the place where my master's soul flies away." Cheng Qian said without looking back, "If it doesn't work, I will go to Wen Ya, to Baihu Villa, the former site of Qinglong Island... even if it is Xuanwu Hall, all possible I have to search for the places where my master's remains are one by one."

Tang Zhen said: "What's the difference between you and headless flies? Not to mention whether your master has left anything, even if there is, what if his sword has nothing to do with your master, but is only on Fuyao Mountain? Take ten thousand steps back Said, even if you were lucky enough to find him, given his current condition, his body might not last a hundred days, how could you make it in time?"

Cheng Qian suddenly turned around, and for a moment, Tang Zhen's breath was stagnant, and some kind of vague fear arose in his heart, he even felt that Cheng Qian himself was a sword, exactly the same as the frost blade.

With his back to the light, Cheng Qian said word by word, "I know, but...who will stop me from crying when I see the coffin?"

Cheng Qian must do what he said, and went straight to see Li Yun when he came out of the guest room, and said: "Go out to do errands, and I will definitely be back within a hundred days."

Then without waiting for Li Yun's reaction, he disappeared in an instant.

Li Yun: "..."

It was only now that he experienced for the first time the feeling of his elder brother arguing on Qinglong Island to send his son home.

At this moment, the puddle ran in panting: "Second Senior Brother!"

Li Yun said angrily: "What's wrong with you?"

"Eldest brother, here he is..." Puddle stretched out his hand and gestured between his eyebrows - there was a long and narrow dark red mark between Yan Zhengming's eyebrows, which was a sign that he was being trapped by demons, and Puddle stretched out incoherently Stretched out two fingers and squeezed, "Suddenly it became short!"

Let’s keep it short, beware, is the magic seal an uncooked noodle?

This girl is simply whimsical.

Li Yun rolled his eyes, and was about to reprimand him, but he heard Shuikeng say, "I thought I was wrong, so I said, 'Ah senior brother, why does your heart demon seal seem to be shorter', but I just finished speaking, I just watched the mark get shorter, as if he could hear me!"

Cheng Qian didn't know what was going on in the villa. On the morning of the second day, he had already arrived at Wangyou Valley day and night. The great joy and sorrow, from the discovery of hope to the bleakness of hope, was exhausting. When Yujian came down, Cheng Qian's knees felt weak even though he had a high level of cultivation and a firm mind.

Revisiting the old place, he took a deep breath, suppressed the ups and downs, and strode towards the valley—there seemed to be some kind of restriction in the valley, and the moment the frost blade approached, it began to make buzzing screams , the sword trembled so much that he could hardly control it, and refused to walk into the valley, as if he was extremely afraid of something, so Cheng Qian had no choice but to get down and walk by himself.

This reminded him of the scene when he came back. Island Master Gu sent a group of monks to look for him, but for some reason, those masters dared not enter the valley.

Cheng Qian raised his head, and saw that Wangyou Valley seemed to be a piece of natural jade. From a distance, it seemed that a layer of hazy and mysterious smoke was born under the sun, which was not like the world.

I don't know if his original Ju Lingyu is too sensitive at this time, Cheng Qian always feels that there is an unusual aura in this valley.