Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Everyone didn't say anything for a while, Shui Keng picked up the invitation card that Wu Changtian had left behind, and read: "On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we will travel in Taihang for a while...Elder brother, what are you going to do, shall we go too?"

Yan Zhengming groaned silently.

Li Yun said: "Tian Yan is sending invitations around non-stop, and he insists on making this matter known to the world. If I were Han Yuan, why should I bring someone to show up? I think this is an offer war, right? "

The demon cultivators in southern Xinjiang are not systematic, causing harm everywhere, making the people miserable, and the Tianyan Department is unable to command the world. Both sides fight back and forth in their own way. Lift the Taihang, and everyone will have a good time.

"If I were Han Yuan, I wouldn't join in the fun," Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, "Wouldn't it be convenient to go straight to Beijing and slaughter the emperor while they were gathering in Taihang, and to blow up Tianyan's lair?"

Li Yun said: "The surname Wu made a long speech, no matter it's true or not, but I heard some other news-there must be civil strife in Tianyan Office now, and the original Tianyan faction might be thinking about leaving the court. They don't necessarily care about the emperor's death."

As he said that, Li Yun's brows were stained with worry, and he sighed: "Han Yuan... well, he made such a big battle just to seek revenge with Tianyan, but the demons in the southern border... ...Isn't this account going to be on his head in the future?"

Yan Zhengming's face was a little dignified, he turned around and said, "Send a letter to Zheshi, I want to find Han Yuan before Tianyan."

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I always feel that something is wrong."

Li Yun: "What?"

"There is a saying that goes, 'The Dao is abolished, there is benevolence and righteousness, wisdom comes out, there is great hypocrisy, disharmony among relatives, filial piety and kindness, the country is chaotic, and there are loyal ministers', Tianyan claims to be 'walking the way for the sky', but 'walking the way for the sky' itself is not Is it contrary to the 'great way of nature'?" Cheng Qian frowned and said, "This is not in line with what the master taught back then. I really can't figure out why the ancestors of Fuyao signed such an oath with the Tianyan faction? I always feel that there is something wrong with it. Other things—By the way, Second Senior Brother, I remember that we found an island chronicle on Qinglong Island back then, which listed a lot of memorabilia, is that book still there?"

"It should still be there," Li Yun said, "We took away from Fuyao Mountain back then, and later transcribed and collected classics on Qinglong Island. The ocher stone was afraid of being lost, so we carried it in a storage bag with us, so we fled from Qinglong Island in a hurry. It was saved when I was there, you should look for it, it should be there, it's in the small scripture building behind the bamboo forest."

After hearing this, Cheng Qian immediately stood up and walked over. At the same time, he repeatedly recalled what Ji Qianli had said in his mind, always feeling that there were many clues in the old lunatic's words.

According to Li Yun's words, he turned to the back of the bamboo forest and found the legendary Xiaojinglou.

This place is also called the scripture building, but it's a pity that it can't make up the nine-story scripture building that collects the world's classics. It's just a small wooden two-story building, so slender and crumbling.

On the first floor, there are some exercises collected by Yan Zhengming and the others over the past hundred years, ranging from orthodox Taoism to heresy. Hitting has become a brand new set of exercises.

On the second floor are their Fuyao sect's own things. There are scriptures written silently by Yan Zhengming, the Fuyao wooden sword manual edited by Cheng Qian himself, and miscellaneous books that they brought out when they left Fuyao Mountain. These books have gone through many twists and turns. It has been preserved to this day, and although moth-proof and moisture-proof charms are attached to each of them, the vicissitudes honed over the years are inevitably stained between the pages.

Cheng Qian's fingers reluctantly slid across a row of book spines. At this moment, he suddenly missed Fuyao Mountain like never before. It was like a hometown that he couldn't go back to. The dangerous and inexplicable chaotic world and the magic seal.

The classics on Qinglong Island have special symbols. Cheng Qian quickly picked it out from a pile of messy scriptures. Someone would come to look through them, they were piled up casually, Cheng Qian pulled out the Dao Zhi, and immediately seven or eight scriptures collapsed, leaving a pile of dust.

Cheng Qian gave a "tsk", bent down and was about to pick them up, when he suddenly found that there were actually two "Qing Jing Jing" inside.

Who silenced an extra book?

Cheng Qian picked it up and flicked the dust off the paper, only to see that one of the handwriting was sleek and thin, which should be written by Li Yun, but the words on the cover of the other book seemed a little naive, and the strokes were foolish, and there was nothing left or right. Refusing to stay in the right place was exactly the handwriting of his senior brother when he was a teenager.

When he was a child, Cheng Qian wrote countless punishment scriptures for him, and the handwriting was imitated so vividly that he recognized it at a glance.

Cheng Qian was a little puzzled, so he opened the back of the Jingjing Sutra, and was shocked to find that there was another cover under the cover of the sutra. Holding a jade flute in his arms, he was smiling at people in disheveled clothes, with a line of small words next to it - "Merry Spectrum".

Cheng Qian: "..."

No... what is this!

He stood there in a daze for a long while, then flipped through the booklet, pretending to be a "Qing Jing Jing", which was very lively, with pictures and poems, and it was about a romantic affair that happened in a brothel in the world The love affair, the handsome scholar and the infatuated prostitute spend the first month and the next month, and finally the labor and the swallow are separated, interspersed with a few tunes that are both elegant and popular. The story is complete, sincere, and a bit romantic.

... It's just that the accompanying pictures are outrageous, and they can't be more straightforward. Not only did the protagonists draw such and such things without any obstruction, but even the men and women in the next door and the back room are completely described. It can be called "" How to have fun" advanced instruction.

Can't be seen.

Cheng Qian flipped through it, but he didn't see any similarities in a painting, and he didn't know who invented the various poses and different forms. Compared with the world in this painting, the noisy demon cultivators in Zhaoyang City's magic cave are simply a bunch of barbarians. bumpkin!

Cheng Qian didn't dare to look at it carefully, and was about to close the book, when he remembered the handwriting of the senior brother on the cover of the fake Qingjing Sutra, his face suddenly became weird.

Before he finished being weird, there was a sound of footsteps, and Yan Zhengming went up the stairs of the scripture building in three steps at a time, and asked, "What did you find?"

Cheng Qian was so frightened that his hands trembled on the spot.

The fake Qingjing Sutra dropped from his hand and fell on the ground, and he fell on his back, and his spring suddenly appeared.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

What is a bolt from the blue?

At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly felt that Heavenly Tribulation was nothing.

He was numb for a while, and made a quick decision, pretending nothing happened, and wanted to pick up the evil thing mixed in the scriptures with a flat face, but he was snatched away by a hand.

The head of Yan has a lot of things to do every day, and he has already forgotten the unlucky things he did when he was a child. When he first saw this thing, he didn't feel guilty.

He slapped Cheng Qian's hand away, and said angrily, "Where did the evil heretics come from? Didn't you say you came to find Dao Zhi, and you found this thing?"

Cheng Qian had no choice but to explain palely: "...it fell off the bookshelf."

Holding the booklet, Yan Zhengming felt that the pictures on it were extremely dazzling, and asked viciously, "Have you read it?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Yan Zhengming was almost out of breath, and reprimanded angrily: "I also know that you are more worry-free than those two things, you can do it! What's so interesting about this, huh? Don't you know that you have internal injuries? Why don't you concentrate and clear your mind? Adjust your breath, and look at these inappropriate things..."

The more he talked, the more he got angry, and took the booklet and slapped Cheng Qian's chest heavily, almost shaking the pages: "Bastard!"

Cheng Qian didn't dare to hide, and at the same time, he really didn't know what to say.

Yan Zhengming said angrily: "If you let me know which bastard put this thing in the Jinglou, I..."

Cheng Qian finally whispered: "Brother, it seems to be you..."

Yan Zhengming: "... what?"

Cheng Qian stretched out two fingers, carefully turned over the book that was smashed by Yan Zhengming's slap, and pointed to the three words "Qing Jing Sutra" that were about to be concealed.

Yan Zhengming stared at the three familiar words and was stunned.

Cheng Qian hurriedly said "understanding": "It's okay, brother, I know, you were young and ignorant at that time..."

Before he finished speaking, he himself felt that something was wrong. When he was "young", he secretly mixed this kind of thing in the scriptures, and even carried it out for thousands of miles. Doesn't it just show that he is a prodigal from the inside out?

Sure enough, Yan Zhengming's face turned greener, his ears were blushing, and with a lawsuit involving red and green on his forehead, he snatched the witty little picture book, turned around and left without saying a word.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, and he lay on the wooden railing on the second floor. The moisture-proof and insect-proof charm on the wood gave off a faint white light in his palm, which softened the face that always seemed a little cold.

"Eldest brother," Cheng Qian called him, and asked boldly, "Zhuang Nanxi told me that there was a casual cultivator who liked her so much that even if she was a mortal, he would never change her infatuation. You have seen these when you were young... Well, stories, have there ever been people who 'even mortals who live and die will like'?"

The light downstairs was slightly dim, and most of Yan Zhengming's face was buried in the shadow of the bookshelf, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He didn't say anything for a long time, and seemed to hold his breath for a while, turning into a stiff stone statue.

After a while, Yan Zhengming asked irrelevantly: "Who is Zhuang Nanxi?"

Cheng Qian: "The disciple of Baihu Villa who talks a lot."

Yan Zhengming's voice suddenly cooled down: "Stop interacting with these dubious people in the future. Since you know to get rid of the five tastes for the sake of heavenly catastrophe, don't you understand what is meant by 'clean heart'? If you keep thinking about it, you will give it to me." Go to Qing Anju and think about it!"

Cheng Qian's eyes suddenly dimmed.

The footsteps downstairs gradually faded away, the door of the building creaked, and after opening, it was automatically sealed by a charm, and a gust of cold wind floated in the building.

Cheng Qian bent down silently, picked up the books that had been accidentally dropped on the floor, and put them back on the shelf one by one. Finally, he took out the Qinglong Island Chronicle, sat on the small stool by the window and opened it. .

The small oil lamp on the wall lit up obediently by itself. Cheng Qian turned two pages and suddenly felt a little dull.

Over the years, he has fought against the world, his comrades, and life and death, and he has never turned back half a step, and he has never refused to believe that there is anything in the world that he cannot accomplish.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that there are not many people in the world who are as expected.

I don't know if it's because his damaged primordial spirit hasn't been recuperated yet. Cheng Qian felt that his whole body was buried by a burst of burnout. He read a few lines of boring island records aimlessly, and suddenly thought: "Cultivate into great power What's the point? Isn't it enviable and framed for no reason? What's the point of ascending to immortality? Thousands of truths and falsehoods in the world are left behind, thrown into some obscure avenue, and from now on, I will just be by the side Do you look at the mountains and rivers with your hands tied?"

Not as good as mortals who live and die.

Cheng Qian's heart froze, he came back to his senses, and really felt the turmoil in his mood.

He may really need to retreat for a while, but right now it is at this juncture...

While thinking that Feisheng was boring, Cheng Qian glanced at Qinglong Island Chronicles, and didn't specifically pick anything related to the Fuyao faction. Suddenly, his eyes fixed and he found something.

Although this Qinglong Island is overseas, it has always had a universal mind. In addition to the affairs of the island, the island records also imitated the history books of mortals and recorded the major events among the monks in the world.

Cheng Qian discovered a rule, but those who cultivated the primordial spirit after the age of three hundred basically had no choice but to stop there, and if there were any adventures in the later period, they would die at the age of eight hundred.

There is also a kind of people, who are either determined or endowed with extraordinary talents, who cultivated the primordial spirit early and can be recorded in the Qinglong Island annals. They must have been influential figures back then, but these people either disappeared later. , or go crazy or encounter some disaster and die halfway.

In the entire Qinglong Island Chronicle, there is not a single record about Ascension.

Cheng Qian pinched his brows, brought back his somewhat distracted mind, and had a doubt in his heart—so... Are these people soaring and flying low-key, or are they all in the years from the establishment of Qinglong Island to its destruction? , Has no one successfully ascended?

Cheng Qian put away Dao Zhi, quickly turned to the first floor, pinched a hand formula on the charm next to the bookshelf, slowly poured his true energy into it, and said in a low voice: "I want to read about the 'Feisheng' record."

The wooden bookshelf shivered for a moment in his frost-filled essence. There were a few classics on the shelf that glowed faintly. Cheng Qian picked them out one by one and brought them back to Xiaoqing Anju.

After Yan Zhengming fired an evil fire at Cheng Qian in the scripture building that day, he regretted it when he went out, but he had no choice.God knows, when Cheng Qian lay down on the stairs and asked him that sentence, he felt as if he had been hit on the chest by a huge stone, and all his internal organs were shifted, painful and vibrating, so he lost his temper and ran away. He avoided Cheng Qian for a few days.

But soon he found that doing so was unnecessary, because Cheng Qian never left Xiaoqing's house after that day, and the two lived next door, but they didn't see each other for a full ten days.

And it was at this moment that Ocher sent a letter.

The errand runner is still a puddle that can turn into a bird at will. In order to hide her more dazzling bird appearance, Li Yun saw her skillfully transformed into a sparrow.

The sparrow puddle flapped its tiny wings and flew away with the resentment of being at odds with the second senior brother.But soon she discovered that this body is so convenient, its pervasiveness is almost second only to flies, and it can sneak in with two or three birds anywhere.

This time, she finally saw ocher.

"Brother Zheshi said that there are distinct levels in the Tianyan Department. Anyone who is new to the sect has to be a spy on the outside for dozens or even hundreds of years, and then he can only enter the inner sect after being checked and confirmed to be innocent. I don't know what happened for a while, the people in the inner sect seemed to be fighting on their own, and they were so fierce that they lost more than half of their familiar faces overnight, and caught up with the fourth division again... Well, the demon dragon rebelled, Tian Yan There is an urgent shortage of manpower, so a backup inner door was set up outside the inner door, and brothers Zhe Shi and others who have good cultivation bases and no flaws for the time being are all gathered in. Recently, they have taken turns to ambush near Taiyin Mountain He looked like he was waiting for someone to throw himself into the trap, although the higher-ups didn't say anything, Brother Zhe Shi said that the one waiting should be the fourth senior brother."

Taiyin Mountain... is less than fifty miles away from the original site of Fuyao Mountain.

Without further ado, Yan Zhengming ordered, "The villa will be sealed off tomorrow, and we will set off for Taiyin Mountain immediately."

Li Yun hurriedly chased after him and asked, "What about after we arrive at Taiyin Mountain? What should we do? Are you going to help Tianyan take Han Yuan, or are you going to break the oath and help Han Yuan get revenge?"

"The magic seal must be obeyed." Yan Zhengming said firmly.

When several people heard this, their hearts sank.

The next moment, Yan Zhengming continued: "But Han Yuan must not be allowed to fall into Tianyan's hands. This trip must stop him before the Taihang Conference and bring him back. People from my Fuyao faction, even if he will The sky poked a hole, whether to kill or cut, and outsiders can't decide."