Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Liangyu produces smoke, which can be expected but not placed in front of the eyebrows. 【Note 1】

This Wangyou Valley has an evil atmosphere.

The last time Cheng Qian entered Wangyou Valley, he was still a child who didn't understand anything, and he didn't know what kind of oolong he made by mistake. This time he walked in consciously, but it was as if he had encountered a ghost hitting a wall , went around the periphery for a long time, and always returned to the original point.

The master's death hit him so hard back then, so that his memory of the part of the way he escaped from the Wangyou Valley with the puddle was blurred, and he only remembered that although he ran quite embarrassingly, there seemed to be more beasts on the way , is not particularly dangerous.

However, at this moment, his fierce and incomparable Frost Blade was lying beside him like a sheep, as afraid as anything.

Cheng Qian silently circulated his whole body's true energy, recited the Qingjing Sutra, made a hand trick, and lightly wiped it around his eyes. Frost flashed in his eyes, and ordinary tricks of ghosts and monsters were inevitable under the eyes of such a primordial spirit. There was nothing to hide, but Cheng Qian frowned slowly as he looked around.

This valley is so peaceful, it is almost eerie.

The mountains are like jade, and the forest is beautiful—but such a big valley has neither the spirit of monsters nor the clear spirit of mountains and rivers.

Quietly, like a painting.

Cheng Qian didn't move rashly, sat down silently on the spot, clinging to Yuan Yi, trying to sink a little impetuous mood, and then, a question arose - he remembered what his master said, the master and the others "have been going all the way Fuyao Mountain hit Wangyou Valley two hundred miles away."

Why Wangyou Valley?

Could it be that Fuyao Mountain is not big enough for those few talents to perform?

When Cheng Qian was young, he had no common sense. He was blinded to everything in the practice world. He always felt that ghosts were bumped into by walking on the night road. There is something ubiquitous—it seems that everything that happens in the world has no metaphors, and conforms to some mysterious determinism.

What is the metaphor of "Wangyou Valley"?

Was it really just a coincidence that he strayed into Wangyou Valley back then?

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the atmosphere like the warm jade smoke in the valley gradually dimmed. There was a "rustling" sound in the wind, as if countless people walked past him indifferently.

When the last ray of sunlight also went down the mountain, his frost blade suddenly began to "buzz" without warning.

Cheng Qian suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a mortal child in ragged clothes standing in front of him at some point.

The child had slender arms and legs, and looked like he hadn't eaten enough, only his head was extraordinarily big, he looked like seven or eight years old at most, and when he grinned, he could still see the deciduous teeth leaking from his mouth.

He squatted quietly on the side, and when Cheng Qian opened his eyes to look at him, he lifted his chin and laughed.

Cheng Qian had retreated in the ice pond in Mingming Valley for decades before he broke through the wall. Naturally, he carried the aura of lingering ice and not allowing strangers to enter. If he didn't restrain his aura, he would be an ordinary monk, let alone a mortal. It is also unavoidable to be afraid.

But the mortal brat in front of him showed no fear, and curiously stretched out his dirty fingers in front of him, and tapped the frost blade covered with icicles. It might have been iced, and he gritted his teeth. With a grin, he retracted his fingers and asked, "Xiucai, why are you sitting here and sleeping alone?"

Cheng Qian paused and said, "I'm not a scholar."

"Oh, then are you the master of Juren?" The child opened his eyes wide. "My father said that only scholars can wear a robe like yours. Country people can't afford it if they want to work in the soil."

A country boy who didn't understand anything couldn't explain it, so Cheng Qian didn't say much, just smiled at him.

The child bared his gaping teeth and said, "My name is Erlang. Are you going into the valley? My family lives there."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Wangyou Valley, Cheng Qian's heart moved slightly, when will there be someone in Wangyou Valley?

Looking at the child again, Cheng Qian always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with him, Dang even stood up, and thoughtfully followed the bouncing child into the valley.

Strange to say, it seemed as if the original winding road suddenly wanted to open up, revealing a smooth road, and happily let the two of them into it.

Erlang walks so dishonestly, sometimes he wants to catch fireflies, sometimes squats down to pick flowers, sometimes picks up pebbles and throws them into the ditch, sometimes grabs Cheng Qian's clothes with his muddy hands and chatters endlessly.

"My family didn't live here before, but there was a catastrophe a while ago, my father died, my mother didn't want me anymore, so I moved here with my grandfather and many fellow villagers."

Cheng Qian had a vague guess in his mind, so he asked, "What disaster?"

"I don't know," Erlang said, "I don't understand. Grandpa and the others said that the immortal sent down punishment or something. Alas, the immortal is necrotic—Master Juren, where do you live? Are you a high official?"

Cheng Qian froze, but the child didn't expect him to answer. While speaking, he grabbed Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword without fear, raised his head and said pretentiously: "Then you must be a good official."

Cheng Qian's hand trembled slightly.

Because of his exercises, his body temperature was much lower than normal people, and he was holding an extremely cold object like a frost blade in his hand. Even so, he was still frozen by this child.

Cheng Qian lowered his head, and Erlang showed him a toothless smile carefree, only to see that there were a few bright red spots between the neckline and cuffs of the child who could barely cover his body.

It is said that only people who freeze to death will have this bright red spot.

In an instant, Cheng Qian suddenly realized that only a place of eternal rest can forget the worries of the world.

He paused and asked in a low voice, "Are you cold?"

Hearing this, Erlang shook his head with a playful smile: "I still feel hot!" [Note 2] He had a serene expression, but there seemed to be bluish marks on his face.

At this time, an old voice called from a distance: "Erlang, go home!"

After hearing this, Erlang immediately let go of Cheng Qian's hand, jumped on his feet and said, "Come on!"

He jumped on the spot lively twice, and said to Cheng Qian: "My grandfather called me, Mr. Juren, where are you going, you can find someone yourself."

After finishing speaking, the child hummed a country tune somewhere, and bounced away.

It's just that there is no shadow under him.

"Hey." Cheng Qian suddenly called out to stop him, and Erlang turned around staring at a pair of Wugou's big eyes.

Cheng Qian leaned on the countless frost blades of the souls of the dead, and stood quietly on the spot. In the dense night, he looked like a statue of a god with clear eyebrows. He said softly, "I was also called Erlang when I was young."

For a moment, he seemed to see the mixed bifurcation of fate after countless emotions.

Ever since Yuanshen settled in Julingyu, he has never felt the joys and sorrows of the world so clearly.

Hearing this, Erlang glanced at him in surprise, scratched his messy hair, and ran away smiling.

Cheng Qian exhaled lightly, and a certain desire suddenly arose in his heart. If there is really a place of the dead in the world, then...

His whole body turned into a shadow, passing the beautiful but lifeless village like the wind, straight into the hinterland of the valley.

The roaring tigers, the howling monkeys, and the pack of wolves that we encountered last time were all gone. Cheng Qian vaguely understood that those hungry wolves and wild beasts that made him run away in a panic were all just the "weapon with a sharp heart and a sharp hand in his hand" when he was young. No Minions" was a debilitating nightmare.

This time, Cheng Qian didn't get lost again, and he quickly found Tong Ru's body.

It was the night of the new moon, the night sky was clean, there was no beauty, only thousands of stars, the bones of the years seemed to have a little indescribable tranquility and kindness, and they did not look terrible.Cheng Qian could almost feel the faint resonance between Frost Blade and the bone in front of him.

At this moment, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, as if a curtain covering something had been pulled open.

A voice whispered in his ear and asked: "When was the happiest time in your life? When was the most painful time? Why did you go on this road? Have you ever regretted it over the years?"

The voice was very familiar, but Cheng Qian couldn't figure out where he had heard it before. For a moment, he saw his master weasel rushing into the rain curtain with the young him in his arms, still muttering, his face was full of tears in the ruined temple. The gray child raised his head ignorantly, and in his hand was a beggar chicken that had just broken the mud...

After a long road, he suddenly arrived in the Fuyao Mountains, in the gentle village full of flowers, the arrogant young man perfunctorily directed the little girl to grab a handful of pine nuts for each of the children in front of him. It was on the corner of the eye and brow, and as soon as he went out, he passed the bag of candy to the junior brother who was also annoying.

Cheng Qian walked over in a strange way, reached out to take the bag of pine nut candies halfway, and took one in his mouth. The intense sweetness stimulated his long-lost tongue, almost in a trance.

Cheng Qian involuntarily passed the child on the stairs, and walked slowly towards the boy who had to comb his hair eight hundred times that day, watching him arrogantly making a group of girls and Taoist boys around, something suddenly burst in his heart It overwhelmed him like an annihilation.

Cheng Qian took a step forward suddenly, raised his hand and hugged the young man into his arms, as if hugging the only treasure in his life.

Eldest brother hadn't grown up at that time, and his skeleton was still thin like a teenager's, and his stature, which was slightly slower than his peers, barely reached Cheng Qian's lips.

Cheng Qian raised his head slightly, and rested his chin on the boy's head. For a moment, his eyes were blurred.

This is the happiest moment of his life, but also the most painful moment.

He faced himself without hesitation, embraced the person he missed the most, and clearly knew what he wanted in his life. At the same time, he also clearly understood that all of this was false, and all hopes were as slim as the ray at sunset sky light.

As the years pass by, it is already dead.

At this time, a sigh suddenly came from his ear, and Cheng Qian's arms suddenly became empty. He raised his head, and saw that many phantoms had disappeared. At some point, Master Mu Chun stood in front of him. His hands and feet were bound by pitch-black chains, and his whole body was enveloped by a ball of white light. From the white light, bright swords emerged all the time, scratching his flesh and blood, but he sat beside his bones in peace, without any sign of pain. .

Cheng Qian: "Master? Master... Grandmaster, this is..."

Tong Ru nodded at him from a distance, and said: "There is no forgiveness for the crime. After death, you will be tortured by knives and flames, and you will be tortured by thousands of knives. It doesn't look bloody, does it?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Master Mu Chun waved at him with a smile, and said with emotion: "When I grow up, I still have such a shameless ghost, it's not likable at all."

Cheng Qian said softly: "Isn't it very flattering to act like a big brother and play tricks every day?"

Master Mu Chun said with a smile: "Since he is so annoying, why are you holding on to him?"

Cheng Qian's face darkened slightly, he closed his eyes, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "Yes, the disciple is being presumptuous."

Mu Chun's smile gradually faded, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch Cheng Qian's head as usual, but when he raised his hand, he found that Cheng Qian was taller than himself, and it was a bit difficult to reach it, and he was a little embarrassed for a while stopped in mid-air.

Cheng Qian silently put the frost blade aside and knelt down.

Master Mu Chun: "How could you be here?"

"Wangyou Valley is a place of death in the world," Tong Ru said calmly in the distance, "most of the displaced souls in the world will linger here for a while, and then disperse separately. Dead ones, wait here to rot with the grass and trees. It stands to reason that no one can get in. Last time when the soul-eating lamp and I, the two big ominous creatures, died together, he activated his half-completed soul chasing talisman, because you are no longer counted. Living people, the two of them are not yet human beings, so they were wrapped together... This time he is no longer a mortal body, so of course he can come and go freely."

Cheng Qian smiled wryly and said: "My soul is in the Three Realms, and my body is already outside the threshold. I won't have the face to say 'heart is the slave of form' anymore."

Master Mu Chun looked at him deeply, and asked, "Son, what are you doing in Wangyou Valley?"

Cheng Qian explained the cause and effect exactly.

"Oh," Master Mu Chun had no expression on his face, and after a while, he said coldly, "I thought you were here to visit the grave. After a long time of trouble, you were here to dig the grave."

Cheng Qian: "..."

Although it is true.

Master Mu Chun folded his hands into his sleeves, and sighed, "Alas, having an apprentice is not as good as a dog, and you will be a white-eyed wolf when you grow up."

Tong Ru laughed at the side and said, "It's a good idea. My Fuyao's sword cultivation does not use foreign objects as a medium. The beginners are all wooden swords, and the master is just a decoration. Of course, there are no messy guides around... If you talk about guides... , only the Fuyao wooden sword technique itself, why, have you forgotten the scene when you were led by that wooden sword when you were young?"

When every teenager picks up the wooden sword for the first time and immerses himself in the ridiculous-looking gesture, he will be led to the realm of sword spirit by the wooden sword.Cheng Qian's thoughts changed sharply, and he suddenly understood what was going on.

Tong Ru smiled slightly, the shackles on his hands jingled, and said: "That's it, go, don't come again in the future. And next time you come, I'm afraid you won't see us."

Those who are neither born nor dead wait here to perish with the vegetation.

Cheng Qian couldn't help asking: "Master Zu, have you really been to the Three Lives Secret Realm?"

The corners of the real Mu Chun's eyes twitched slightly, as if a very painful thing was mentioned in one sentence.

"Well, I've been there," Tong Ru said with the same expression, and the old monk seemed to be in a trance, "I went to ask Xu Yingzhi, and he gave me three big ominous hexagrams, and advised me to obey the destiny and wait for death honestly. I think It's useless to keep this kind of friend for the New Year, so I went back and passed the seal of the sect master to Xiao... your master, I will not regret my step down."

"No regrets... what?"

"'If you come and don't look back, don't look back, you will have no regrets and no regrets', oh, everyone is also called the 'Heart Demon Terrace'," Tong Ru said, "Fuyao Mountain is an innate secret place, and you must know it. The secret realm is where a rising power moved from outside the Three Realms to guard the heart demon platform and separate the human world from the group of monsters, and my Fuyao lineage is the one who was ordered to guard the gate."

Cheng Qian was stunned when he heard the words: "Really?"

"It's mostly fake. It's roughly the same as Hongjun Kaimeng and Pangu Kaitian. It's just a story." Tong Ru looked at him with a smile. When the sect of ten thousand demons laughed, it was not scary at all, but very kind, " But it’s true that I don’t regret the stage, there is a piece of heaven-defying thing on the stage..."

Cheng Qian blurted out, "Whatever you want can turn into stone?"

"After I entered the Secret Realm of Three Lives, I was obsessed with deep obsessions, went mad, risked the world's displeasure, and walked up the [-] steps of the No Regrets Terrace to take out the stone that had been sealed by Fuyao Mountain for thousands of years. Despite the dissuasion of the Four Sages, millions of souls were sacrificed, and an irredeemable vow was made to it."

His last few words actually had a serious meaning, and Cheng Qian suddenly remembered the phrase "the person who died in vain in your hands" when his master sealed Beiming's soul, and couldn't help feeling cold.

"The dead souls you met outside the valley, inferred, are actually the cause of planting that time," Tong Ru said with a wry smile, "My crime is unforgivable, but it can be regarded as...a private wish come true."

Cheng Qian couldn't help asking: "Who led you into the Three Lives Secret Realm back then?"

There was no resentment on Tong Ru's face, she just said: "The one who has been punished."

Cheng Qian wanted to ask more questions, but Master Mu Chun suddenly sighed and interrupted him: "Xiao Qian, it's almost dawn."

The east was already white, and Cheng Qian was startled suddenly.

Master Mu Chun looked at him, and said with a smile: "I thought you could stay a little longer, but it seems that is not enough."

It was fine before, but for some reason, when Cheng Qian heard this sentence, tears almost fell down. After holding back for a long time, he finally choked up and said, "I want to stay here with Master forever, but I still have a hundred-day bond with one person." Make an appointment, don't dare to break the appointment."

Not far away, Tong Ru showed a wry smile, as if he was relieved, but also as if he was remembering something.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the chains all over his body rattled, and the aura of swords on his body surged, forcing Cheng Qian to be pushed out.

Master Mu Chun's face gradually became blurred, and the souls of thousands of miles away flew past his feet.

Cheng Qian didn't know anything for a while.

The author has something to say: Note 1 "Liangyu smokes...before the eyebrows" - Sikong Tu's "Yu Ji Pu Shu" Note 2: Some people who freeze to death will have the illusion that they are very hot before death