Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

You Liang was stunned. He had never seen such a virtuous swordsman in his life... But this person's cultivation was the most powerful one he had ever seen, which made You Liang suspicious. Great education—could it be wrong for any sword cultivator to "exercise the body and restrain oneself"?

For a moment, he felt that the sword in his hand was not holy anymore.

Yan Zhengming's words were blunt, and thanks to Wu Changtian's profound skills in nourishing Qi, he was not as knowledgeable as him.

Wu Changtian calmly took out two small seals about an inch long from his bosom. The seal stones seemed to be quite old. One of them was made of snow-white hibiscus stone, which looked clean and translucent like white jade at first glance. A whole body is black, with an auspicious sign of a turtle body and a snake tail engraved on it. You don’t need to look at the seal’s handwriting to know where it came from—Xuanwu Hall in the Extreme North Ice Field.

Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows, and without reaching out, he only moved his lips: "What is this?"

"This is the owner of Baihu Mountain Villa, and the master of Xuanwu Hall, two seniors entrusted me to hand it over to Head Yan," Wu Changtian said, "You will know when you see it."

The private seal probably contained nothing else but the other two secret language keys in the lock, and Yan Zhengming could guess it without looking.

He put the teacup aside, and said with a non-smiling smile: "Then you are trying to lure me? To put it bluntly, this thing itself was sent by me to deposit in the hands of the Four Sages. Now it is just returned to the original owner. If I reach out and ask for it, who would dare not give it?"

Master Yan's eyes may not be able to speak, but he is definitely good at swearing. With a glance of his eyes, people can clearly understand what he means - who wants you dogs to take mice and meddle in your own business?

In today's world, even if the Four Sages are in decline, who would dare not to take them seriously?

But this person dared to kill his elder in front of Bian Xu - Wu Changtian smiled wryly, feeling that dealing with this kind of person is more troublesome than dealing with those old and cunning ones.

"You..." You Liang wanted to get violent, but was pushed back to his original position by Wu Changtian's palm.

"Don't dare, Sect Leader Yan speaks too seriously," Wu Changtian said almost in a low voice, "I just brought things along by the way, and I dare not take credit for it. Wouldn't it be an insult to your character to talk about 'profit' with someone like Sect Leader Yan? "

Yan Zhengming didn't answer like a wolf with a big tail - in this regard, Mr. Wu finally has two or five eyes. The head of Yan has been a "money earner" for many years, and he has no "character" at all. Others are welcome to bring him this insult.

Yan Zhengming picked up the Xuanwu seal and played with it for a while. Seeing that the words "Bian Xu's private seal" were engraved on the bottom, he asked indifferently: "By the way, what's your name?"

You Liang's face turned green, but Wu Changtian replied with excellent self-cultivation: "My surname is Wu, and my surname is Wu."

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Wu," Yan Zhengming raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said suddenly, "By the way, I have something that has been puzzling me for many years, and I ask Fellow Daoist Wu to explain it to me—you said Gu Yanxue's kind of world For the public, he is afraid that others will not take advantage of him, why on earth did Zhou Hanzheng devise a poisonous scheme to kill him?"

In the battle of Qinglong Island, it seemed that Bai Ji and Tang Yao joined forces to persecute Gu Yanxue, and Zhou Han was just stirring up the flames with his man in black. The person who painted the soul was completely Zhou Hanzheng's handwriting.

You Liang looked a little puzzled, and didn't seem to understand what he was talking about.

Wu Changtian's back stiffened suddenly, and his cheeks tightened instantly.

Yan Zhengming glanced at him with a half-smile, flicked his fingertips on the seal stone, and made a soft sound. He looked at his hand over and over again, maybe feeling that he still lacked a jeweled and jade ring. After making several gestures, he said casually: "Of course, if it's a court secret, I don't need to talk about it. I'm almost confused in the past 100 years. How many times has your emperor changed? Is it still the same family?"

Just when Yan Zhengming thought that Wu Changtian would not say anything, he suddenly said, "Gu Yanxue was personally signed by the head of Tianyan under Zhou Hanzheng's insistence."

Yan Zhengming paused for a moment: "Oh? Hasn't Zhou Hanzheng been named Qinglong Island all the time? Have he never felt grateful for the kindness of their wronged island master?"

Wu Changtian: "It is precisely because of him being the Zuo Dharma protector that he realizes that the lecture hall is becoming bigger and bigger day by day, and the influence on monks all over the world is beyond control."

How many people in this world can have the opportunity to join those famous schools?

In the vast Kyushu, there are very few monks who can tell their own sects. Most of the people who embark on this road are groping hard on their own.For those casual cultivators who have just started, or ordinary people who can't get started at all, they have faith, but they have no way to learn from a teacher. The lecture hall on Qinglong Island is the only hope.

"As the head of the Four Sages, Gu Yanxue's prestige is already extremely high. Most practitioners have no relatives and relatives. The word 'teacher' is second only to heaven and earth, so you know what the four words 'Teacher of the World' mean. It's gone." When Wu Changtian said this, he let out a long sigh, his brows lowered, and for a moment he showed a bit of inappropriate compassion, "As long as he raises his arms, those monks who have received the favor of the lecture hall will They will be able to pacify the world for him - it's too dangerous, Master Yan, as long as he has a little bit of heart to seek his way, he will be a true god in the world, who can allow him to live?"

Yan Zhengming stared at him condescendingly without saying a word, Wu Changtian looked back at him without dodging, and at the same time said calmly: "Master Yan will ask such a question, there must be one thing you don't know, since I dare to talk about it today As for this matter, it’s meaningless to be secretive, but fortunately, it’s good to say more-the lecture hall was originally called "Step Down Hall", which means that the journey of a thousand miles begins here, and it is the place where the ancestor Tongru united the four saints. Created with one hand."

As soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence in the room.

Yan Zhengming's arrogant and aggressive little movements stopped, and the puddle in the corner opened his eyes wide for a moment, even Li Yun and Cheng Qian behind the screen were surprised.

Cheng Qian immediately remembered the Ji Qianli he met on Suoxiantai.Every sentence the old man said was crazy, but it turned out that every sentence had a deep meaning.

A cold murderous intent from the sword cultivator enveloped the outside, and Yan Zhengming's cultivation had entered the sheathing stage. He no longer showed his sharpness, but made people more breathless, and covered Wu Changtian's head with his hood.

Wu Changtian stood still, and said to himself: "It's Tong Ru, you heard me right—the world thinks that the opening of the Three Lives Secret Realm was purely accidental, but it's not. The secret key to unlock the secret realm is the inheritance of my Tianyan sect. As long as a person's heart is not completely desireless, he will not be able to escape. After Tong Ru came out of the secret realm, he really fell into a lunatic, disregarding the persuasion of the Four Sages, and after throwing the seal of the master to his disciples, he guarded himself and stole it. The [-]-step No-Regrets Terrace brings back everything you wish for.”

Yan Zhengming's fingers "clucked" for a moment. If it wasn't for the secret words of the lock in the seal stone, he might have crushed it by mistake. people?"

Wu Changtian said flatly: "The ones who can't be tolerated are those who have the ability to call wind and rain and want to intervene in ordinary affairs. Master Yan, you know that monks are also human beings, even Xu Yingzhi who has been cultivating the Suzaku Pagoda for a lifetime...he doesn't Affair? The world is a bowl of water, which can fluctuate or turbulence, but it can’t be dumped in one place. Whether it’s a mortal or a monk, only when it’s level and doesn’t overflow can it last forever.”

As he spoke, he pushed the teacup in his hand to one side, and a cup of tea was immediately spilled out. Wu Changtian stretched out a finger, and made a hand gesture lightly. The spilled water condensed into a stream and turned into a circle The water wheel returned to the teacup and stood still.

You Liang turned pale in shock and said, "Senior brother!"

"This is Tianyan, and we are the hand that straightens the world." Wu Changtian rolled up his sleeves, then laughed at himself, and said, "Tianyan's secrets have been passed down for generations, and those who leak them will die. What I said...well, Xiaoliang, Tianyan has long since become a bunch of lackeys, so what does it matter if you don't talk about it?"

Master Yan's sword is sharper than the sword because of his temper. When he is angry with others, the clay figurine may not be able to stay angry. Changed, as if he was a clay figurine, but at this moment, he uttered very harsh words in a gentle tone, and an indescribable coldness finally flashed across his always gentle face.

Wu Changtian didn't care about Yan Zhengming's ugly face, and the old monk explained in a calm manner: "The more obsessive a person is, the higher the realm and faster cultivation than others, the more dangerous he is once he gets mad. The heart magic stone made a wish, but the heart magic stone asked him to fill it with his life. That boy is like a generation of celebrities, even if he went crazy, how could he kill innocent people indiscriminately? So he specifically went to find those evil heads to sacrifice the stone—— It is also because of this that he inadvertently obtained the position of Lord Beiming."

"It's a pity..." Wu Changtian smiled strangely, and Yan Zhengming understood what he said next.

If a demon cultivator wants to become a Daoist, he must not be stained with blood for the rest of his life, and if he gets a drop of it, he will never be able to wash it away. He will be entangled in murderous crimes, and no matter how clear-sighted a person will be, he will be dragged into the endless path of killing. This is common sense that everyone knows.

"Tong Ru fell into the way of killing. Countless innocent monks and mortals died at his hands. The Four Sages had no choice but to come forward and join hands to deal with their former best friends." Wu Changtian let out a sigh of relief when he said this, "But that Tong Ru ... The genius of the sky, the genius of the sky, he did not reveal his defeat under the cooperation of the four sages, that battle was really... Later, at the cost of his own life, Xu Yingzhi led Tong Ru into the Valley of Worry. It is the land of the undead, entering here, good and evil are distinguished, sins are cleared, and everything in life is over, and children are like murderers, so they are naturally backlashed by the valley and finally buried here."

His description in a few words made people shudder in their ears.

Wu Changtian sneered and shook his head: "It's just that Gu Yanxue didn't expect that after this battle, she would not have a long memory. She changed the name of the Foot Hall to the Lecture Hall, and moved it back to Qinglong Island. If Tianyan hadn't designed Tong Ru to go crazy , the blood of the Fuyao faction will not be interrupted. Many disciples of your faction must be still practicing in Fuyao Mountain at this time without wind or rain. Planting the spirit of painting intentionally, the catastrophe of the magic dragon will not happen today——I, Tianyan, have suffered by myself, and I am also at the end of my life."

Wu Changtian snatched all Yan Zhengming's words, and the head of Yan was speechless for a moment.

Wu Changtian: "This time there is one more thing to bring to Sect Master Yan."

As he spoke, he took out an unopened scroll from his pocket, held it in front of Yan Zhengming with both hands, and said, "Master Yan, please have a look."

As soon as the scroll was opened, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that something was wrong. There was a "buzz" in his ear, and the palm print on his chest, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly started to heat up, as if there was some kind of resonance with this unknown scroll. The sky lock filled with stars suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and all the slowly flowing stars turned crazily, forming a very spectacular vortex.

The aura from Fuyao Mountain spread, and the scroll was slowly pulled open. On it was written the names and surnames of the heads of the Fuyao sect in the past, and what kind of Taoism they practiced, densely packed with a length of ten feet, and there was a silver pattern on a red background at the inscription Yan Zhengming has never seen the words on it, but he clearly knows what it is.

He blurted out involuntarily: "Demomoji..."

At this moment, a ray of sword light suddenly broke the silence of the room, You Liang felt his whole body go cold, and he instinctively raised his sword to block it, but the sword in his hand froze as if stuck in an invisible mass of ice and snow, resisting It was everywhere, and he was frozen by the cold iron in a blink of an eye. As a monk of Yuanshen, he couldn't even lift his arms.

One sword will be suppressed!

As soon as Cheng Qian sensed that something was wrong, he flew out from behind the screen immediately, and put a sword on You Liang's neck. This person locked it firmly, forcibly breaking the resonance between the scroll and the seal of the sect master.

You Liang's hands were trembling under the frost blade, Cheng Qian's eyes were as cold as the ice pool of Mingming Valley: "Dare to bring anything to Fuyao Mountain Villa, looking for death?"

Yan Zhengming closed the scroll with a "snap", his expression was uncertain, and he stopped him in a low voice: "Xiaoqian."

Cheng Qian restrained his killing intent slightly and glanced at him.

Yan Zhengming: "Let go of him first."

Only then did Cheng Qian grunt reluctantly, and took back the fierce sword as he said.

Wu Changtian took a deep breath, and turned the true energy in his body calmly. Only two weeks later, he melted away the chill in the back of his heart. He turned around and cupped his hands in a neither humble nor haughty way: "Cheng Zhenzhen has only practiced for a hundred years. His cultivation is really amazing."

Cheng Qian played the role of a black face from the beginning, and immediately said: "I'm so impressed, I dare not be it, killing you is enough anyway."

Wu Changtian: "Cheng Zhenzhen misunderstood, Wu just returned the property to the original owner, this thing is called 'Demo Scroll', it is an old Fuyao thing, there are 33 oaths on it, it was made by my ancestors of Tianyan and your sect, is it true or not , Sect Leader Yan must have figured it out by now."

Cheng Qian frowned.

Wu Changtian went on to say: "Of course, Fuyao Mountain is closed by the order of closing the mountain, and the head of the house is now setting up another Fuyao Mountain Villa. Strictly speaking... it may not be bound by the old Fuyao's oath. Of course, you can stay out of it. How many innocent lives will be filled in a battle between immortals and demons?"

Cheng Qian's expression turned cold, and when he was about to say something, Yan Zhengming interrupted him: "There is only one magic seal in the oath, but it didn't say that we had to obey your order, nor did it say that we couldn't treat Tian Yan The lackeys here will attack."

Wu Changtian said: "Don't dare, it's exactly, if Wu has offended someone, it's all up to Sect Master Yan to deal with it."

Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master Wu is really selfless, how many people have you signed such a scroll of oath with?"

Wu Changtian smiled and said nothing, it seemed that he didn't intend to say anything.

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "Han Tan, see off the guests."

Wu Changtian took out an invitation card from his bosom, put it on the table next to it, and prayed again, and said to the puddle with low eyebrows: "Don't dare to work, girl, stay."

After the two left, Li Yun walked in from behind the screen and asked, "What's going on?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to shake off the scroll on the table case, his nose almost touched the paper, stared at the last strange-looking magic seal, and asked, "Is this really..."

Cheng Qian: "Which generation of unreliable head made this Laoshizi oath, what does it have to do with us? Just burn it down."

"It can't be burned, the oath is attached to the seal of the sect master." Yan Zhengming looked a little dignified, "If I don't recognize it, then I don't recognize the seal of the sect master, and my consciousness will be erased from the seal of the sect master..."

Yan Zhengming's finger tapped lightly at the end of the scroll, and as the last head of the sect, his name was suddenly listed on it: "It's equivalent to betraying the sect on your own."

Li Yun's thoughts turned quickly, and he said immediately after hearing the words: "What's the matter, 'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately', there is no oath that stipulates that monks cannot leave the sect and worship back, if you remove the head first , Burn this oath with fire, and what can I do if I confess it again?"

Yan Zhengming glared at him angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, your narrow-mindedness never acts in the right place!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and the huge sky lock in the door seal was projected in the hall like an hourglass of stars, and the tail of the hourglass was pointing at the scroll.

"If we all betray Fuyao, the inheritance of the Fuyao sect will be cut off from now on, and the seal of the sect leader will be self-destructed. At that time, Fuyao Mountain will never come back to the world. Are you planning to hang yourself on the grave of your master?"