Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

At this time, in Yan Zhengming's inner mansion, all the demons in the four directions seemed to be suppressed by Cheng Qian's strong words, and they all floated outside his soul, but the sword energy circulating in the inner mansion did not subside. The invisible power of the primordial spirit is trying its best to hold them together, and the next moment, the sword energy will break the bondage again and scatter away.

Only the Yuanshen sitting in the inner mansion remained motionless, even if thousands of sharp swords passed through him.

The backlashing sword qi competed with the master of the inner palace for a long time and silently. Yan Zhengming's primordial spirit looked calm, as if there were many incidents in the world, and nothing could disturb him.

A swordsman uses his body as a sharp weapon, isn't it just to be tempered and tempered, to survive from the dead?

Even if you go to the deep ditch of the sky and the thorny soil.

However, this kind of contest was startled by a coughing sound. The coughing person seemed to be dying. Just by the sound, he could hear the person in distress. For the past few days, Cheng Qian had been silent, if not for a faint trace Ruowu's sword intent was always lingering around, and Yan Zhengming even thought he was gone.

As soon as Cheng Qian made a sound, Yan Zhengming almost trembled, his mood that had been calm for many days suddenly became anxious, and the demons around him who seemed to be calm and stagnant gradually stirred up.

Yan Zhengming stood up abruptly, and a sword shadow appeared in Yuanshen's palm. He first pushed aside the chaotic spirit of demons around him, and then confronted the increasingly chaotic sword spirit without hesitation.When all was well, the backlashing sword energy was going to surge and surge on its own, but now it seemed to be boiled, and it rioted hysterically.

Yan Zhengming's inner mansion was shaken by a huge earthquake, and the crack injured by the trapped dragon lock began to shake, but he couldn't restrain the strong desire in his heart no matter what - he had to break out of the inner mansion no matter what, and he had to wake up to see the process no matter what. Take a sneak peek.He knows Cheng Qian too well, this person must never be forced, he never knows what detours are, once there is any ups and downs, he will definitely take the side with his sword, and fight to the death.

However, at this moment, two icy fingers suddenly touched between his eyebrows, and an endlessly cold true energy spread in like opening a way, and immediately froze the crack where he was locked by the trapped dragon lock. , Cheng Qian's slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears——

"Concentrate."

Yan Zhengming gritted his teeth and said, "What did you do again?"

Cheng Qian said lightly: "Jian Cheng, he choked on excitement."

He sounded nothing like the excited one just now.

The next moment, as if he thought he was talking too much, the cold spiritual sense didn't even say hello, and he was involved in Yan Zhengming's inner palace. People like Cheng Qian who like rampage are not good at healing, Yan Zhengming is afraid He was injured, and he didn't dare to stop him, but he still tried his best to restrain his backlashing sword energy and gather them one by one onto himself.

Then, a gentle sword intent that was completely opposite to the cold air followed Cheng Qian's consciousness into Yan Zhengming's inner mansion. In just a moment, the silent sword intent that moistened things had already matched Cheng Qian's spirit. The consciousness was separated, covering Yan Zhengming's entire inner mansion, and the sword energy flying here let go of Yan Zhengming's primordial spirit at the same time, and almost turned into a real body for a while, tens of thousands of primordial spirit swords flew by, rushing towards this place with contempt. intruder.

Yan Zhengming was startled, and Cheng Qian still said calmly: "It's okay, get out of the way."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhengming's inner mansion suddenly produced a trace of sword intent that was exactly the same as this outsider's, subtle and unpredictable, unlike the gentleness of ordinary swords...but it was everywhere.

It was the sword of origin that he had glimpsed when he started!

Neither the fire nor the severe cold can extinguish the fine grass and the breeze that are reborn in the wilderness, as long as the first sprout falls from the wind and takes refuge in this place——

The wooden sword evokes every state of mind in the Fuyao wooden sword. Every move of the wooden sword flashed instinctively before Yan Zhengming's eyes. The past hundred years have been revisited.

In the blink of an eye, the original sword intent met the wooden sword, and immediately a strong light fell on Yan Zhengming's scarred Yuanshen.

At this moment, all the clean energy from Fuyao Mountain Villa poured into the Xiaoqing Anju in the bamboo forest like a river flowing into the sea, the doors, windows, tables and chairs trembled, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves trembling in the autumn wind seemed to be revived for a while.

Tang Zhen was the first to get out of the bamboo forest, followed by Shui Keng and Li Yun. Shui Keng ran past his head and almost plunged into the small bamboo forest, but was blocked by Tang Zhen with a flick of his sleeve: "Be careful girl, right now Can't get in."

Only then did Shui Keng realize that the strand of long hair that had just floated in front of her had been cut off in half.

This seems to be glowing with infinite vitality, and it also contains the ubiquitous sword edge.

In Yan Zhengming's inner mansion, an ordinary wooden sword suddenly pierced through the infinite sword energy, went straight into the center of the inner mansion, and fell down like a sea needle, a hurricane rolled up, and the chaotic sword energy had no time to escape. Gravity rolled up, tens of thousands of Yuanshen swords were taken back by the wooden sword one by one, connected in a line, and based on the wooden sword, they all fell down.

The sword light was blazing, and Yan Zhengming's primordial spirit regained the inner palace in an instant, and the turmoil disappeared, but he was still immersed in the boundless sword intent for a long time.

All the sharp sword energy that was released was gathered in his palm, and the infinite hostility in his heart suddenly returned to tranquility, and a trace of the sea tide sword intent from Cheng Qian was mixed in the Fuyao wooden sword.

He seemed to be under the sea, with a deep abyss and waves a thousand feet high. There was wind and thunder surging between the sleeves of Lie Lie's robe, but everything was silent.

It turns out that this is "into the sheath".

The three-zhang prison, if you jump out and look at it, it is actually just a rough painting as a prison.

Of course Cheng Qian sensed his entry, and immediately withdrew his consciousness, and let out a long breath for a while, feeling a little collapsed.

He sat withered for 81 days, and a layer of frost formed on the corners of his eyes and brows, which was the result of his inner breath running to the extreme. Xiaoqing's house was as warm as spring, but his place was chilly, with blood stains on his chest.

This damage to the soul might really take a lot of work to recuperate, but Cheng Qian's heart was like a boulder falling to the ground, and it opened up a little.

He is willing.

Cheng Qian turned his head and glanced at Yan Zhengming, and saw that he still hadn't woken up, but the despondency around him had disappeared, and the dark red Heart Demon seal between his eyebrows was almost invisible, only the pure sword light flashed, Immediately afterwards, he kept his expression still, and the shuddering sharpness when it was unsheathed could not be seen at all.

Cheng Qian's whimsical idea, using the wooden sword as the base, turned out to be a success, it's unbelievable to think about it, but he is sure of everything, at this moment, the corners of his mouth can't help but curl up slightly, revealing a smile.

The next moment, the exhaustion of the damage to the primordial spirit came involuntarily, and Cheng Qian hurriedly stretched out his hands for support, but at least he didn't get down on the spot, that little complacency immediately turned into a wry smile.

Li Yun's voice came from outside the door, with imperceptible anxiety: "Xiao Qian, how are you?"

"It's okay." Cheng Qian hurriedly took two deep breaths, managed to stabilize his voice, and replied nonchalantly, "Wait, I'll tidy up a bit."

Hearing that there was no abnormality in his voice, Li Yun finally felt relieved and had time to chat and laugh with the people around him.

He said to the puddle: "When those two people come out, I'll go to seclusion and worry about trivial matters all day long. I don't have much cultivation, and my wrinkles are about to grow."

Tang Zhen stood a little further away, the strange sword intent in the bamboo forest hadn't dissipated completely, he reached out to catch a green bamboo leaf, wiped off the dew on it, his face changed several times, and finally landed on a somewhat green bamboo leaf. With a complicated expression, he said: "Create something out of nothing, enter the country at a desperate place... It's really amazing, and he deserves to be a person who is not afraid of even the catastrophe."

Cheng Qian was far less relaxed than he showed, so it was inconvenient for Li Yun and the others to wait for a long time. He forced himself to stand up, quickly changed his messy clothes, and then made a hand gesture with some difficulty, and put the A set of blood-stained clothes was smeared into powder, and the corpse was destroyed. Then he had an idea, lit the same incense burner on one side, wiped the cold sweat off his face, adjusted his breath for a while, and gave Li Yun and the others the door.

After dealing with the people's visits and questioning, Cheng Qian's energy was finally unsustainable. He turned around and fell down on the small couch beside him. Before his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep as if in a coma.

The same sword cultivator, at this time, You Liang, who settled down in the town [-] miles away from Fuyao Villa, could clearly see that there was an indescribably powerful sword intent that had been patrolling Fuyao Villa for a long time.

Since You Liang had just stepped into Yuanshen's cultivation base, he couldn't tell the depth of the cultivation base of Sword God Realm. He just felt the power deeply, and trembled deeply for it—a trembling full of fighting intent.

There are a hundred sword cultivators in this world, and 99 of them are warlike. The higher the opponent's cultivation level and the stronger the means, the stronger their fighting spirit. Holding the sharp weapon in their hands, they shake the big tree with the body of a mayfly, narrowly dying Only then did he make some progress—of course, the remaining special one is Yan Zhengming, the once-in-a-lifetime sword god master, who was born without a warlike heart. It's all forced.

You Liang leaped onto the beam of the inn, looking at the hazy cloud of Sword God Realm from a distance, his young eyes were full of light eager to try, but there was a light cough behind him, You Liang turned around reluctantly , seeing Wu Changtian walking up slowly, said in a muffled voice, "Senior brother."

Wu Changtian glanced in the direction of Fuyao Villa, but said nothing.

You Liang said with emotion: "I really hope that one day I can fight against such a person."

Wu Changtian's eyes moved slightly, and after a while he sighed, and said, "Xiao Liang, after the dragon incident subsides, please ask yourself to retreat for 300 years and leave Tianyan."

There are too many secrets in Tianyan, if you want to leave, you have to go through 300 years of retreat, and the secrecy period has passed before you can return to freedom.

You Liang was stunned: "Senior brother..."

Wu Changtian said in a low voice: "Besides you, there is no other sword cultivator in Tianyan Department——Sword cultivator practice is so hard, his heart is firm, and his heart of searching for a hundred years is more than his way. You practice, you are extremely talented, don't delay."

You Liang frowned, and argued: "It's not that serious, that Yan Zhengming is still the head of their Fuyao sect, and he's also entangled in trivial matters all day long, so he still entered the Sword God Realm!"

"You only see people who are prominent in front, but you don't see suffering behind their backs." Wu Changtian shook his head. His junior brother has only been in the field for more than a hundred years, and his heart for swords is very serious, but he is a little uncommon. , he couldn't help saying a few more words, and said, "Even though Jackie Chan has gone the way of the devil, he doesn't need to be counted. One pair of rivers and mountains, two 'true dragons', what do you say is the upper edict?"

You Liang was taken aback: "Brother, you...you have to be careful with your words."

"There are many sects in the world, but in terms of background, none of them can compare with my Tianyan sect," Wu Changtian said with a sneer, "Everyone thinks that 'Tianyan Chu' was established by Gaozu, but we don't know that our Tianyan sect has been in the world for hundreds of generations. Inheritance, we don't practice Taoism for longevity, but to prevent those powerful people who call the wind and rain and throw beans into soldiers to harm mortals. The world changes, but our purpose of cultivating Taoism has never changed - but Gaozu used the name of Tianyan Chu to push us to the forefront. I also recruited a large number of casual cultivators who didn't know the so-called. At that time, I disagreed. But the head of the sect insisted on going his own way, saying that he has a status and is easy to do things. If he really thinks that he has some Taoism, he is not a mortal? Still firmly believe that Zhou Han is waiting for a sinister villain , and now...hehe, they have become the private guards of their emperor's family!"

You Liang asked suspiciously: "Brother, since the change of dynasty is not under our control, why do we try our best to stop that dragon?"

"You read the scriptures into the dog's belly. Haven't you heard that 'the wind never ends, and the rain never lasts'?" Wu Changtian sighed, "From ancient times to the present, have you ever heard of a sect of magic cultivators that lasts? They are powerful, but they are very powerful for a while, and they decline quickly. Besides, those devils clearly do their own way, no matter whether others live or die, they may not want to do something about the country—only for the harm, of course they cannot be allowed to be rampant.”

The sword intent above Fuyao Mountain Villa gradually faded, presumably it was slowly gathered back by the unborn sword cultivator, Wu Changtian's eyes flickered, and it took a while before he said in a low voice: "The demon slayers in those days became demons, but today's Those who defend the Tao have no way—Tianyan and Fuyao are in decline, it's really... Forget it, I think their sect masters will leave the customs soon, and they will just pay a visit when the time comes."

Yan Zhengming spent a full day and night in the sheathing state, and only then did he calm down all the backlashing sword energy, and the injuries caused by the trapped dragon lock in the inner mansion immediately became insignificant. The sky returned to its original state, and he looked inside, only to feel that even the demons in his heart had faded a lot.

However, once the inner demon has arisen, it is difficult to get rid of it. The more you care about it, the more it will linger in your heart. It is better to let nature take its course.

Yan Zhengming finally opened his eyes, rubbed the center of his brows, and felt that with the improvement of his realm, he became more and more open-minded.He felt that with his aptitude, he might not become the most powerful swordsman in history, and it seemed good to be the one with the widest heart.

Instead, it was the sword that Cheng Qian entrusted to his inner mansion, a set of Fuyaomu swordsmanship. Although the swords of the brothers all come from the same source, different people naturally have different understandings, even if it is the same person, time has passed and circumstances have changed. All have different angles.

For Cheng Qian, although he started with the Fuyao wooden sword, he has been more inclined to the Haichao swordsmanship for many years. , Yan Zhengming caught a glimpse of the sword intent under the waves of the sea at the moment when he put the sword back into its sheath. If it weren't for this, he would not have drawn the sword energy so fast.

as well as……

Yan Zhengming felt that this might be an illusion of his own sentimentality. He always felt that the wooden sword seemed to contain a part of Cheng Qian. The solitary coldness of the man neither blends in with the surrounding sword qi from the same source, nor is it out of place. The wooden sword stands in his inner mansion, like a dedicated guard who never leaves, but refuses to go in. .

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath, and found that there was a faint calming fragrance floating in the room, but the incense had been burned out, and the person who lit the incense was careless and did not change it. Residual fragrance.He stretched and stood up, intending to refill the incense. When he stood up, he saw Cheng Qian on the small couch next to him.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Just as he stepped out, he immediately took it back, as if he had been frightened by something, he stood in a daze for a long time, then took a step cautiously, moved forward like a thief, and found that Cheng Qian was asleep.

Presumably the Fuyao wooden sword was not easy to refine, otherwise Yan Zhengming didn't know what else could make him fall asleep from exhaustion with Cheng Qian's cultivation.

Cheng Qian took Lingju Jade as his body, and when he fell asleep, it was almost like a decoration in the room, making no sound at all. Yan Zhengming first walked over on tiptoe, walked two steps, and then straightened up, feeling that he was a part of the group. Sect Leader, such a behavior like a mouse stealing oil is a bit wretched.

Yan Zhengming deliberately made some small noises, and walked in front of Cheng Qian, but the man was not alarmed at all.

He bent down and stared at Cheng Qian's sleeping face. The distance between the two of them was extremely close. For a moment, infinite love suddenly appeared in his heart, and he almost couldn't help but want to kiss Cheng Qian's forehead.

...but finally retreated with restraint.

Yan Zhengming felt that he couldn't do anything. He always felt that there was an indescribable innocence on the sleeping Cheng Qian's face.

Yan Zhengming smiled wryly, reached out and tapped Cheng Qian's head lightly: "Speaking like 'Bi Luo Huang Quan' is so nonsense, do you know what it means? You can speak without restraint."

... Presumably, in the upper and lower worlds, only the head of Yan is so blind that he can see "innocence" from Cheng Qian's face.