Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian is the kind of person who doesn't dare to slack off for a minute and a second day and night. He hasn't laid down and slept for many years. He also had a very long dream. The monk here is just a down-and-out scholar from a poor background. The rice paper was wet, and he was reluctant to throw it away. He unfolded it to dry out, and sucked off the dry nib.

Yes, he should also have a wife in plain clothes, who always babbles about him throwing things around at will, or dislikes him for not changing his clothes frequently. Said: "You poor Chengchagen."

Cheng Qian replied without raising his head: "Isn't it suitable for you, a shrew who leans against the door frame?"

"Slut?" The man chuckled, "Why don't you see who I am?"

Cheng Qian raised his head in a daze, and the flirtatious young man in white bumped into his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile, his peach eyes were full of indescribable bewilderment.

Cheng Qian's heart jumped violently, and he woke up suddenly, feeling a little lost.

He opened his eyes and stayed there for a while, seeing the moonlight outside the window, the stars and rivers far away, the room felt chilly with autumn frost, someone had put a thin blanket on his body at some point, he had the feeling of falling back into the mortal world for a moment illusion.

With his back turned to him, Yan Zhengming sat lazily at the door, holding a bamboo leaf in his hand, playing an out-of-key tune, so as not to disturb the people.

Cheng Qian was confused and silent for a whole stick of incense, and was fascinated by the master's unparalleled Ye flute sound. He almost wanted to pick up the incense burner and smash it on the back of his head. The throbbing in the dream was gone. , he coughed unbearably, and said, "Can you blow it back to yourself?"

Yan Zhengming's frenzied leaf flute sound stopped abruptly. He didn't turn around, but said in a very calm tone: "I played here for three days, and the insects in the bamboo forest heard it and ran away with their families in fright. It's gone, only you are deaf..."

As he spoke, he turned around, his face sinking like water, his eyes filled with the night like a deep well, and his voice was suppressed with fire: "Let's not talk about Yuanshen monks, mortals can't sleep like this, the wooden sword What's so weird about it?"

Cheng Qian said without changing his expression: "There is sword intent in it."

The corners of Yan Zhengming's eyes twitched: "Stop talking nonsense, do you think I can't detect it? There is clearly a sense of consciousness in the wooden sword!"

Cheng Qianren woke up, and he was still a little sleepy, but when he heard this, he was so scared that he woke up.

It is a part of his soul that carries the sword intent in the wooden sword, has it been discovered?But he has been sleeping for the past few days, and his spiritual sense should not move casually. Is the senior brother so sharp?

He stared at Yan Zhengming without blinking for a moment, wondering if the other party was deceiving him, so he frowned calmly and said, "Of course the wooden sword has divine consciousness, and the sword intent of the Fuyao wooden sword is originally Like a living thing."

Cheng Qianmeng was right this time, Yan Zhengming was indeed deceiving him.

Soon, Yan Zhengming realized that he couldn't get the truth out of Cheng Qian's half sentence, so he turned around angrily and pressed Cheng Qian's shoulder, and raised his hand to pinch his chin—Cheng Qian's lips turned white, After three days of coma, he still looks tired, which is obviously due to internal injuries.

Yan Zhengming sneered and said, "If you don't tell me, don't I know how to see it myself?"

When his voice fell, Cheng Qian felt a ray of true energy break into the meridians of his body along his Jianjing acupoint. His soul was damaged, and all the true energy in his body automatically gathered in the inner mansion to heal his wounds. He was caught off guard and completely unable to resist.

The ray of true energy drove straight in, and Cheng Qian suddenly had an idea, snorted softly, and then bent down pretending to be in pain... He has never been so clever in his life.

For a person like Cheng Qian, even if the world is falling, he may not blink his eyes. He has been a stubble of knocking out his front teeth and swallowing blood since he was a child, so he occasionally shows a little bit of pain, which is particularly convincing Although the performance is a little stiff and many places are not in place, Yan Zhengming is good at scaring himself.

Sect Leader Yan forgot that he was extorting a confession by torture on the spot, and his face was so frightened that his face turned pale. He immediately scattered his own essence, sat sideways on the couch, embraced the process, and asked incoherently, "What? Did I hit hard?" ? That... I..."

Cheng Qian inadvertently developed a new trick to deal with his senior brother, and it felt that the effect exceeded expectations. From this point of view, although a bitter trick is not suitable for frequent use, it is also useful for bluffing people at critical moments, so he simply locked his hands. Eyebrows, shaking his head without saying a word.

Yan Zhengming stood up suddenly: "I'll pour you a glass of water."

Cheng Qian opened his eyes a slit, looked at the right moment, suppressed his voice in his throat, and said half-heartedly: "Actually, I went to Wangyou Valley and saw the remnant soul that Master left there."

Yan Zhengming was startled.

"The method of carrying sword intent with a wooden sword was told by my master." Cheng Qian irresponsibly pushed two five six, anyway, there is no proof of master's death, "I didn't make my own claim."

Yan Zhengming was almost drowned by his own guilt, and he couldn't bear to look at Cheng Qian's face. At this moment, even if his junior brother said that the moon was square, he had no choice but to believe it.

The majesty of the head almost swept away the courtyard where Xiaoqing lived.

Seeing that he sent the big brother away with a few words, Cheng Qian immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the opportunities he had accumulated in his life were about to be used up all at once.

Yan Zhengming wiped the teacups on the table clean with white silk one by one, before pouring water into them, Cheng Qian looked at his profile, and suddenly his heart moved.

Could there be any connection between the fragments of the primordial spirit he split and his own consciousness?

As soon as he moved his mind, his spiritual consciousness suddenly connected with a strange consciousness. Cheng Qian's eyes blurred, and his whole body seemed to be divided into two. Through Zhongzheng's peaceful sword wind, one can clearly see a faint trace of black air lingering not far away...

At this time, the cup in Yan Zhengming's hand fell to the ground with a "snap". The monk's sense was extremely keen, and others could feel it even if they looked at him more than once.

Cheng Qian immediately realized that he was getting carried away, and quickly cut off this weird connection, putting on a nonchalant expression.

Yan Zhengming frowned, cleaned up the debris on the ground with a wave of his hand, and looked around suspiciously. He didn't see anything suspicious, so he felt that his nerves were too tense and he was hallucinating.

He poured another glass of water for Cheng Qian, put it on the side of the couch, thought for a while, and said, "Don't worry."

Cheng Qian looked up at him, thinking about when he would find out the details of his unwillingness to speak out. When Yan Zhengming met his eyes, his throat tightened suddenly, and he felt that his mood was instantly disturbed.

He hastily coughed dryly, and tried to cover it up and said, "You are the only one who won't let me worry, in case something happens...How can I explain to Master under the Nine Springs?"

Cheng Qianxin said, "Do I need your explanation?"

He was inexplicably unhappy, but before he could react, he heard Yan Zhengming sigh softly, and Cheng Qian silently swallowed back the words that had reached his throat.

With one hand behind his back, Yan Zhengming tapped his thumb with several fingers in turn. The feeling of embarrassment still lingers. He feels that Cheng Qian and himself should not be so unfamiliar, but if he is allowed to suffer with a clear conscience , Touch, but he really couldn't do it, so he coughed dryly and said, "Regulate your breath well, I will protect you."

After finishing speaking, he sat at the door without hesitation, picked up the leaves that had just been thrown on the ground, and forgot to think it was dirty, and immediately wanted to send it to his mouth—but even if he forgot about cleanliness, Cheng Qian couldn't forget him "Immortal Sound", felt that if I listened to it a few more times, I would go crazy and die, so I quickly protested: "Don't play it at my door!"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

A black carapace worm slowly crawled over the blade.

At this moment, footsteps came from not far away, Yan Zhengming was taken aback, looked up and saw Tang Zhen walking over with a small porcelain bottle.

"Brother Tang." Yan Zhengming threw the leaf down and stood up.

"Cheng Xiaoyou woke up?" Tang Zhen said, and handed over the porcelain bottle, "I can't last long with this body, and I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm grateful for taking me in these days. This bottle of elixir can heal Internal injuries have miraculous effects, so save them for your little friend."

Yan Zhengming quickly thanked him, but Tang Zhen didn't talk nonsense. He glanced at Cheng Qian in the room from afar, nodded indifferently, and then turned and drifted away.

Liu Lang was waiting at the end of the bamboo grove with a lamp. Tang Zhen took the lamp in his hand and sighed, "The Fuyao sect...besides the great power and the great demon, they are also prone to affection."

Liu Lang remained silent, Tang Zhen gave a low laugh, put his long sleeves in his pockets, put one hand behind his back, and said, "But it's true, practice is so boring, if you don't show emotion, what do you want them to do?"

As he spoke, he coughed twice, and Liu Lang reminded him, "Senior Tang, your face is getting more deadly."

"Well," Tang Zhen wiped the corners of his mouth, "people like you and I don't have to be infatuated with anyone, it's good to survive first—I heard that fellow Daoist Nian Xiao wants to stay and grind to pay respects to head Yan. You don’t have the idea to join the Fuyao sect? I’m either retreating or traveling to prepare for the next retreat, I’m afraid I don’t have the energy to teach you any exercises.”

Liu Lang lost his face, so he naturally lost his expression. He was born with an indistinct expression of emotion and anger, and calmly replied, "I follow Senior Tang."

Tang Zhen waved his hand and said no more, it seems that whether Liu Lang follows or not, it doesn't make any difference to him, he is just a mayfly between heaven and earth, coming and going with the water with no definite number.While talking, the two people's whereabouts were vague, and in a blink of an eye, they had already arrived at the outskirts of Fuyao Villa, and disappeared after a few ups and downs, like two ghosts.

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Zhengming was dressed in dew. First, he opened his eyes as if feeling something, and looked back at Cheng Qian. Seeing that he was still safe, he waved his hand to the small bamboo forest on one side, and summoned a smiling face. The dignified Second Junior Brother: "What are you doing?"

Li Yun: "The group of people from Tianyan Department came again. You didn't wake up last time and told me to push you. You must have stayed there all this time. They came again when they saw you break through and pass the level."

"Tianyan Office?" Yan Zhengming frowned, and said without thinking, "Xiao Qian said, call out."

Li Yun sarcastically said: "What if Xiaoqian asked you to marry me?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Li Yun sighed: "Senior brother, I can't see that you are quite faint..."

Before the word "Jun" came out, Yan Zhengming had already popped out a sealing formula with quick eyes and hands, and blocked Li Yun's crow's mouth.

Li Yun couldn't make a sound, and could only wink aggrievedly for a while, feeling that under the hands of "Senior Brother Hou", his life was more miserable than that orphan in reed clothes, like a little cabbage rotting in the field and no one cares about it.

Li Yun thought angrily: "I should have led the puddle away from home and wandered all over the world begging for food!"

Hearing these words, Cheng Qian immediately opened his eyes and said, "Brother, last time it was your side that was in danger, and I planned to retreat to practice swords again, so I drove them away without any explanation. Since they have waited for so long, I think Let's meet up... Well, what's wrong with you, Second Senior Brother?"

Yan Zhengming released Li Yun's restraint with a snap of his fingers. Li Yun blushed from coughing, but as if he had found his strength, he yelled at Yan Zhengming, "Did you hear that? Did you hear that!"

Yan Zhengming: "I get angry when I hear the word 'Tian Yan Chu'. Why do you want to see me?"

Cheng Qian paused for a moment, briefly recounted the story of him meeting Tong Ru and Mu Chun in Wangyou Valley, and finally said: "The master said that he was "a person who also suffered retribution" when he was seduced into the Three Lives Secret Realm. Although he didn't point it out, I always feel that what he is talking about is Tian Yan Chu, and the background of Tian Yan Chu should be much deeper than it seems."

After listening to the cause and effect, Li Yun couldn't help frowning: "Millions of lives... Is that what the master said?"

Cheng Qian: "What?"

"You have been in seclusion for these years, and you may not know much about the outside world," Li Yun said, "But as far as I know, in the past 200 years, there have been no major natural or man-made disasters, even if King An's rebellion a few years ago , the wind and the rain are heavy, and it is definitely not to the point of bleeding... How can we explain the millions of lives? Could it be..."

Cheng Qian's eyes sank: "The only remaining soul of the ancestor is still serving his sentence, and the closure order of Fuyao Mountain has not yet been opened. If the wish that the ancestor made on that stone was 'rejuvenation of the sect', then it has not been fulfilled now. , that is to say... the so-called price of millions of lives has not been paid yet, it will be Han..."

Before he finished speaking, the originally clear sky outside suddenly turned overcast, and the dark clouds in all directions invaded like a big rag, and there was faint thunder surging in it.

Yan Zhengming raised a finger in the stroke: "Say a few words, don't talk about secrets."

Cheng Qian's eyes darkened, which just meant that he was right.

Yan Zhengming pondered for a moment, then stood up: "Go out and meet them."

"Eldest brother," Li Yun suddenly stopped him, "If... it really should be on Han Yuan..."

A bolt of lightning fell outside, making Li Yun's face white.

Li Yun: "How do you deal with it?"

Will you protect him at the risk of the world?Or disregard the brotherhood that was born and died when he was young, and deal with him according to the long-standing and almost magical family rules?

Yan Zhengming paused, pondered for a long time without speaking, and the wind from nowhere rolled up his robe sleeves——he didn't look like a headmaster at all when he was posing, making trouble for no reason, and losing his temper. At this moment, his expression was in a dilemma, so solemn that it was exactly the same as the ancestors on Fuyao Mountain for thousands of years.

Yan Zhengming didn't answer, just shook his head, turned around and walked under the rainy sky.

To show his sincerity, Wu Changtian left all his subordinates outside the villa, and only brought You Liang in. He kept his attitude very low, and Shui Keng poured the tea in front of the two of them, and said, "Guests, please wait a moment." "Waiting", then stopped talking, stepped aside, and became a wallflower wholeheartedly.

Although she kept silent, Wu Changtian was sizing her up. Of course, Wu Changtian could see that this girl was not a pure person, and her cultivation was not very high, but with his experience and cultivation, he could vaguely feel some kind of weight on her body. The terrifyingly majestic power was firmly suppressed by something.

Wu Changtian couldn't help but look down at his neatly trimmed nails, thinking that the Fuyao sect's blood was cut off at one point, and it has been silent for a hundred years, but the inheritance is like a hair tied in a thousand knots. Although it is in danger, it has never been broken. On the contrary, Tianyan seemed to be stronger than ever before, but his inner core was so rotten that it was unsustainable.

Who is more pathetic?

At this time, there was a sound of deliberately slowed down footsteps, You Liang's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and he raised his head to stare at the sword cultivator of Sword God Territory in front of him.

Yan Zhengming's eyes swept across his face indifferently, without stopping at all, he walked slowly towards the owner's seat, did not take the initiative to say hello, but just lowered his head and straightened his white and dust-free cuffs, then he did not say a word, looked up Glancing at the puddle, the puddle is well-trained, and immediately received the instructions, took small steps to hold the tea, and placed the tea cup on a tray engraved with a charm on the table, with a soft "ding", the cup The tea immediately cooled down when it touched the charm, and a thin layer of water vapor formed on the outer wall of the cup.

Yan Zhengming picked it up and took a sip. He tapped the wooden table next to him lightly with the fan in his hand, and said with some negligence: "Tian Yan Chu has never been our friend. The two of you have come all the way. Rooster wishes New Year, what kindness is Ann, let us hear it."