Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

When Cheng Qian returned to Fuyao Villa, he saw that the tenants in the villa were not working, and they looked around with their heads up.

The gate of the villa was overcrowded and busy, two rows of officers and soldiers came out side by side, guarding the gate silently like stone piles, and a cart was parked there, although the horses pulling the cart were no different from other horses to the naked eye However, Cheng Qian saw at a glance that they were two good-looking Pegasus.

And in front of the Pegasus carriage, there were two good-looking monks standing, all of them above Yuanshen, and one of them even had a youthful face, with a unique chill all over his body.

It turned out to be a sword cultivator.

There are countless people coming and going in the villa these days, and it is Li Yun who handles them. These people could not attract Cheng Qian to stop. He lifted the frost blade, and there was only one reason for the people to fall slowly—the carriage was followed by a black man. A masked man like a crow, with a flag of Tianyanchu hanging on the car.

An older monk was calling the door, speaking very politely, after presenting the facts and reasoning, and after talking about the common people in the world, the gatekeeper of the villa is probably a puddle, and the stone plaque at the door is shining with the unique samadhi real fire of Tonghe .

Puddle is very good at responding to all changes without change. No matter what others say, she only has one sentence: "Please go back."

If Cheng Qian hadn't heard her voice, he might have thought it was a puppet that answered automatically.

The older cultivator seemed helpless, and the young sword cultivator next to him hugged his sword to his chest, and said bluntly, "Senior brother, what are you talking about with them? The door doesn't have any skills, I think the people who set up the formation in this villa probably don't have the cultivation base of Yuanshen, if they smash it open, who can stop it?"

"Shut up." The elder stopped him with a frown, and just turned around to reprimand him, when suddenly his eyes froze and he involuntarily pressed his hand on his long knife.

The young sword cultivator then turned his gaze away, and saw a person standing on the top of a big tree not far away.

The man tapped his toes lightly on the top of the tree, and his robe sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a gray streamer.

None of them knew when he came.

This person is Cheng Qian.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his expression so indifferent that he didn't look like a living person.The young sword cultivator's eyes fell on the sword in his hand that was almost covered by the fluttering sleeves, and his pupils shrank involuntarily: "Who are you?"

When his voice fell, Cheng Qian suddenly raised his eyes.

But in a blink of an eye, Cheng Qian had already floated down from the treetops, and suddenly arrived in front of the sword cultivator. Immediately, a chill of ice and snow spread all over the place, and he raised his hands and feet, killing all of them, and the surrounding monks involuntarily backed away for a while. stride.

Cheng Qian sneered without raising his eyelids, "You blocked the door of my house and asked me who I am?"

Hearing the words, the older monk hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I am Wu Changtian, the secretary of Tianyan Department, who is here to ask to see the head of your sect. I don't know what is the name of this fellow Taoist?"

Cheng Qian was already prepared to sing bad faces for ten thousand years, and immediately said: "What is Tianyan? No see!"

The words fell, and he had already flung out one of his sleeves. Although Wu Changtian hid quickly, his chest was still swept away by a lonely and cold true essence, and he felt half of his body frozen, and he took several steps back one after another, fiercely slammed into the shaft of the carriage.

Cheng Qian glanced at him coldly: "Who is your fellow Taoist?"

"You!" The young sword cultivator was furious, and immediately drew his sword and stepped forward.

The frost blade in Cheng Qian's hand "cracked" and turned over: "Want to do it? Then I, Cheng, are willing to accompany you for a while."

"Cheng Mooren" said the three words intentionally or unintentionally, Wu Changtian already knew who he was, and quickly stopped his companion: "You Liang, step back."

Cheng Qian glanced mockingly at the group of black crow-like people in front of him, and suddenly showed an extremely mean smile, and said, "Are you here for the dragon Han Yuan?"

Wu Changtian pushed the reluctant You Liang behind him, and said with an apologetic smile: "Exactly, this person has the tendency to be the sect of ten thousand demons, and all the demon heads who hide their heads and show their tails are all for him to drive. If the people in my way can no longer unite as one , I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the world, then..."

Wu Changtian raised his eyes and saw Cheng Qian's eyes full of sarcasm, and couldn't continue for a while.

"Demon Dragon Han Yuan." Cheng Qian repeated his words in a low voice, and said with a smile, "Master Wu, do you know why this person has become a demon?"

Wu Changtian was stunned.

"Because when he was in his teens, he fell in love with a painting spirit written by Zhou Hanzheng, your senior at Tianyan Department. Do you know what karma is?" Cheng Qian's voice was very low, as if facing this group of people, he couldn't even speak. He didn't want to spend too much effort, "What did your lord say just now? Are you a man in the right way?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, and the frost blade came out of its sheath with a "choke", and a wave of sword energy slashed across the air, drawing an arc several feet long on the ground, and all the monks standing close to Tianyan were shocked. He swept out with this sword, and he turned his back on his back for a while, so he was in a mess.

Cheng Qian's eyes were three points colder than Jian Guang's: "Take your dog and get out, those who dare to step into this line, just wait for a good pregnancy in the next life."

At this moment, the door of the villa opened from the inside with a "squeak", and the puddle came out, pretending to be like a lady from a big family, and shrugged at the people outside: "Third senior brother, the senior brother in charge told you not to mess around, hurry up!" Some come in—everyone, our sect head has recently retreated, and we haven’t seen any outsiders, please forgive me, please feel free.”

It can be heard that the puddle is not used to speaking like this. She was originally a wild girl flying around with wings pierced all over the mountains and plains. It is a bit reluctant to ask her to imitate people's tricks. sigh.

The sect is in decline, but it is always on the cusp of the storm.

He winked at the puddle, leaving a haughty back, raised his hand to seal the door of Fuyao Villa, and strode inside.

The puddle quickly breathed a sigh of relief, ran after him, and chattered endlessly: "Little senior brother, why did you come back so fast? Have you found a way to wake up senior brother? Let me tell you, the heart between his brows I don’t know why the magic seal suddenly became shorter a few days ago, do you think this is a good sign?”

Cheng Qian nodded briefly, and said, "Well, I'm going to retreat for about a hundred days, so it's best not to let those people bother me."

"Okay, I'll go and tell the second senior brother, anyway, he has a lot of tricks," Shui Keng nodded again and again, and suddenly said as if thinking of something, "That's right, little senior brother, you don't know, the senior brother seems to be able to hear it." Let's talk to him!"

Cheng Qian's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Shui Keng continued happily: "Do you think I will chat with him more... Hey, little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think of the unscrupulous conversation between him and Tang Zhen in front of Yan Zhengming's bed. He felt a little guilty for no reason. He avoided looking at the puddle, covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed dryly, "It's nothing."

At the same time, Cheng Qian looked back silently for a moment. His elder brother was incapable of learning since he was a child. He was said to get sleepy when he read the scriptures by his master. Except for this scripture and the mental method, he had never touched any other books. It should be ...shouldn't be thinking too much, right?

Under the astonished eyes of the puddle, the man who had been killing all directions with the frost blade suddenly showed embarrassment, and ran away in a hurry.

On the second day, Fuyao Villa seemed to be irritated by Tianyan, who had been pestering him the day before, and the entire villa changed its defensive formation. It seemed that something fierce had joined the formation's eyes in the originally gentle defensive formation, and the formation suddenly changed. On another day, a murderous aura faintly surrounds it, spreading out unscrupulously, clearly trying to keep people away thousands of miles away.

In the villa, the servants in the outer courtyard have been cleared out, and the frost blade hanging high in the courtyard is the eye of the formation.

Li Yun couldn't help wiping off his sweat, cupped his hands and said to Tang Zhen who was beside him: "It's all thanks to Brother Tang's guidance, thank you very much."

"You don't need to be polite, Li Daoyou, I'm just talking about it," Tang Zhen said, his eyes flicked from Shuangren's bright sword, and he said with emotion, "The sword of 'Unfortunate Death' probably Only someone like Junior Brother Ling can dispatch such an unworldly weapon."

Li Yun put his hands behind his back and sighed: "I'm always worried that he's too stubborn and stubborn, too strong and easy to break."

Tang Zhen laughed and said: "You Daoist Li is too worried. Cultivators compete with the heavens for their lives. Most people who are not persistent will not go long. A person like him who refuses to give up until the last moment, isn't he a good-natured person?"

Li Yun's brows were even more worried, and he said: "Cultivation is secondary, but I'm worried... If things go against my wishes, if something happens to Senior Brother, will Xiaoqian..."

Tang Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

What will happen?

However, Li Yun swallowed the text again.

Li Yun seemed to realize that the person next to him was Tang Zhen, and immediately clasped his fists a little out of his mind and said, "Oh, this is too much to say, it's just a trivial matter in our sect, so I won't use it to disturb Brother Tang. "

Tang Zhen said: "That's all right, it's just that Fellow Daoist Cheng suddenly wants to retreat without saying a word, and he doesn't know what to do—hey, Fellow Daoist Li, you think he won't plan to make a sword himself in a whimsical way? What if If he doesn't succeed, Sect Master Yan's body may not be able to last long, so what will Li Daoyou plan to do then?"

Hearing this, Li Yun seemed to have nothing in his mind, and in front of Tang Zhen, he presented a real useless wretch, with a face full of real desperation, and said with a wry smile: "I really don't know... I don't want to hide it from Brother Tang." , Brother Sect Leader is our backbone, now that the backbone has fallen, we will just... well, Brother Tang really laughed."

Tang Zhen stared at his face for a moment, only to feel that among the Fuyao faction, Li Yun would be the softest persimmon if he really made a move, but this person has as many eyes as a honeycomb, cunning and suspicious, The two chatted back and forth for a while, but neither of them could find out the truth of the other.

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had returned to Xiaoqing'an in the bamboo forest for retreat, was holding an ordinary wooden sword in his hand. It was only three feet long and extremely light.

Standing at Yan Zhengming's bedside, Cheng Qian thought of the sentence "he can hear" in the puddle, and felt that he should say something to him, but there were too many words, so he screened them out by himself, feeling that most of them might be said Not quite right.

Seeing a strand of hair on his face, Cheng Qian subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to push it away, but he didn't know if he would also have a sense of touch, so his hand stopped in the air improperly. After a long time, he still didn't dare to drop it.

In the end, Cheng Qian opened his mouth in a business-like manner, without paying attention, and his tone seemed to be more blunt than usual: "Brother, the puddle said you can hear me, so I'll make a long story short. It may not be very comfortable to penetrate into your sword energy and inner palace, try not to block me at that time, make way quickly, it is colder, but survival is the most important thing, do you hear me?"

After finishing speaking in one breath, as if Cheng Qian had completed some big task, he quickly collected himself, put the wooden sword on his lap, and sat cross-legged.

There are so few people in Fuyao Mountain Villa, Yan Zhengming can already tell who is coming by the sound of the door and footsteps.

Cheng Qian disappeared for several days before returning. Yan Zhengming scratched his head and scratched his head wondering where he had gone. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time in the inner mansion, he waited for such a cold order. There are hundreds of appearances of Cheng Qian, all of which were split by Yan Zhengming's soul.

The Yuanshen who was asked to "get out of the way when the time comes" thought sadly and angrily: "What are you bastards!"

However, at this moment, Yan Zhengming keenly felt that his whole body seemed to be surrounded by a sword intent, which was so familiar that he could recognize what it was even with his eyes closed.

Swinging wooden sword?

What is Xiaoqian going to do?

Cheng Qian's speed of concentrating his mind was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he had already put aside everything just now, and his spiritual consciousness sank into his inner palace.

The wooden sword on his knee seemed to be inspired by something, and slowly rose into the air, hanging above Cheng Qian's head. Suddenly, a faint stream of light swept across the ordinary wooden sword.

Cheng Qian's primordial spirit held an illusioned sword technique in his inner mansion, just like the real Mu Chun taught the sword back then, he walked through the first form "Pengcheng Wanli" very slowly, and the wooden sword technique was the same as before , Gradually gave birth to a sword intent that matched his state of mind.

Cheng Qian rehearsed the first form over and over again, going through all kinds of memories, looking for the state of mind when he first practiced sword that year.

He had just started, and he was accidentally taken to the cloud cover of the back mountain by a puddle that could not understand human language. He was condescending, saw thousands of relics in the mountain, and heard the voices of the ancestors through the ages. The word "Fuyao", from now on stepping into the Taoist gate, I only feel that the mountains and rivers are long and the scenery is myriad, and he is like a curious child, with a naive desire to chew more and more, picking up things...

A few days later, the Yuanshen who practiced Pengcheng Wanli in the inner mansion became faster and faster, and the Yuanshen who moved with Cheng Qian's intention suddenly turned into his youthful appearance.

This type of sword intent is done!

But the sword is alive, and the sword intent is also invisible. There is nothing to rely on, how can it be injected into the wooden sword?

On the way back, Cheng Qian thought about this problem carefully, and finally the bachelor lived up to everyone's expectations and came up with a very cruel solution——

Just when his Yuanshen's sword was walking like a frightened bird in the inner mansion, Peng Cheng Wanli's sword intent had been comprehended to the extreme. In an instant, Cheng Qian's inner mansion suddenly set off a tyrannical true essence, which rolled straight towards himself The primordial spirit, he cut down the primordial spirit cleanly with his hands and sword.

The sword intent at that moment was still in the primordial spirit, and it was cut off by Cheng Qian together with a part of his own primordial spirit, and he raised his hand and sent it into the wooden sword above his head, and about one-fifth of the tail of the wooden sword suddenly began to explode. Bright, as if given life by something.

However, splitting the primordial spirit—even if it is only a small piece, is it good?

Cheng Qian only felt that his inner palace and the sea of ​​consciousness were stirred up in pain for a moment, and he swallowed back a muffled groan, and the bloody smell in his mouth rose straight from his throat, and he was forcibly suppressed again.

Cheng Qian didn't stop, and the Yuanshen in the Inner Mansion transformed, transformed into a sword again, and turned to "search up and down".

What followed was "things backfired", "prosperity and decline" - the five years of bullying on Qinglong Island, the copper coins buried deep in the ground, the magic dragon looking at him across the sky, Gu Yan, who was dead and soulless. Snow, the child who perishes with the grass and trees is like...

In the blink of an eye, ninety-nine and eighty-one days later, Cheng Qian still involuntarily chose the move of "withered wood in spring" for the last stance of returning to basics. In the wooden sword that became dazzling.

A handful of Chunhua is like a new cut, and everything seems to wake up again, and the next year's life will start from the snow-covered mountains...

It's a pity that such a grand scene just passed by in a flash. The next moment, Cheng Qian's relentless act of killing the soul was finally met with retribution. The wooden sword above his head suddenly lost its support and fell down. At the same time, he got stuck in his throat. The blood was coughed out, and the wooden sword was immediately stained with blood.

The flowers, vines, plants and trees used in the arty Xiaoqing Anju in the bamboo forest were all wiped out and withered in an instant.

Where life is cut off, swords are made.