Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

When Cheng Qian woke up, he found that the surroundings were very dark, and it seemed that it was completely dark.

His first feeling was pain, then cold.

It stands to reason that he has lived by the ice pool for 50 years, and every bone in his body has been tempered by the ice pool, so he should have lost the feeling of "cold" long ago.This place is very strange.

Different from the real cold weather, there seems to be a gloomy, life-like coolness here, which is long and fine, and quietly drills into the cracks of human bones.

It seemed to be a gentle killing intent, even copper skin and iron bones couldn't resist it.

When a person is here, his whole body becomes heavy, and if he relaxes his mind a little, he will be entangled with that kind of fatigue and burnout.

Cheng Qian frowned, what the hell is this place?

The frost blade was still hanging on his waist. Cheng Qian moved his stiff fingers a little, and found that the spear had turned back into a keel, and the dragon soul had returned to the flag, and the real dragon flag was tightly held in his palm.

Seeing that these two things that shouldn't be lost are there, he feels relieved.

Cheng Qian was about to get up, and stretched out his hand to support the ground, but there was a sharp burning pain in his palm, and then he remembered the demon-killing eyes that he had held in his hand.

However, when he raised his hand, his palm was clean, not only did it not have the scorched and bloody flesh as imagined, there was not even a small scratched wound.

This is really strange...

With a thought in Cheng Qian's mind, a white light flashed in the palm of his hand, passing a small arc-shaped imprint. Looking carefully, it seemed to be the shape of a human ear. It only appeared for a while, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Except for the remaining burning pain and inexplicable marks, there was nothing else different, so Cheng Qian had no choice but to put them aside.

As he struggled, the large and small wounds on his back were instantly torn open. He let out a soft "hiss", intending to meditate and adjust his breath, heal the wound first and then talk.

At this moment, Cheng Qian heard Yan Zhengming's voice from beside him.

"Don't move your true essence." Yan Zhengming sat far away from him, his voice a little hoarse, "If I'm not wrong, we may have reached the bottom of the heart demon valley, near the stage of no regrets—do you have trauma medicine on you? "

"No, I'm not a rivers and lakes." Cheng Qian leaned on the ground with his keel and stood up, "What's going on? Brother, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just sit still and don't move." Yan Zhengming said, "The movement of the demon-slaying formation was too loud. When we broke the formation, please move the real dragon soul. Han Yuan's indifferent idiot even set fire to the peach blossoms." Miasma, now that the 'Heavenly Dragons, Earth Demons and People's Desires' are all assembled, I inadvertently tore a seam in the outer seal of Buhuitai, and we were drawn in because we were relatively close at that time."

Cheng Qian: "..."

I must have not read the almanac before going out this time, and I have caught up with all the bad things.

Yan Zhengming seemed to be suppressing something, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly and heavily, and said in a weak voice: "It's okay, Fuyao Sect has guarded Heart Devil Valley for generations, and the head seal is still on me, it must There is a way to get out, so don't use your true energy casually, and deal with the wound yourself first."

Cheng Qian's injuries were all on his back, and it was inconvenient to deal with them in an ordinary way. He moved his shoulders a little, but he didn't feel that his muscles were hurt, so fortunately he left it aside.

Cheng Qian didn't take the physical injury to heart, but he felt that something was wrong with Yan Zhengming - when he was a child, he fought with a group of casual cultivators, but his back was just whipped by the magic pestle, and the elder brother would curse and give him the medicine himself, why? This time he was cut into a piece of rough by the Demon Slaying Formation, so he became "handle it by himself"?

Cheng Qian stood up and walked towards him: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Zhengming sternly said, "I told you not to come here!"

His voice was almost broken, and Cheng Qian paused, then he didn't listen to him at all, and strode over.

Yan Zhengming curled up in a darker corner than the surroundings. If it wasn't for the monk's amazing eyesight, he could hardly find anyone else anywhere. The darkness made Yan Zhengming's facial features blurred. Appeared, the dark red mark was particularly conspicuous, like a bright scar.

Cheng Qian was taken aback, and raised his hand to touch the mark: "This is... Could it be influenced by Heart Demon Valley?"

Yan Zhengming had nowhere to hide, so the old monk closed his eyes and remained silent. If it weren't for the impetuous hostility in his brows that would almost come out of his face, it would really look like that.

As Cheng Qian approached, Yan Zhengming's eyebrows trembled violently, as if he was enduring great pain.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist.

Yan Zhengming's palms were like iron tongs, and the temperature in his palms was scorching hot, almost scorching.

He gripped Cheng Qian's wrist, bent down in pain, and whispered in a whisper, "Don't come here...Xiao Qian, I beg you..."

It's not that Cheng Qian doesn't know what a "demon" is, but it's the first time he knows that someone can be tortured like this by a demon.

What is it that traps him in his heart?

Cheng Qian watched Yan Zhengming in amazement for a moment. Although he felt that it was not good for him to spy like this, he couldn't care less now.

He thought to himself: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Immediately, he mobilized his consciousness and connected to the fragments of the primordial spirit in the wooden sword.

Two strange perspectives reappeared. Through the fragments of Yuanshen sealed in the wooden sword, Cheng Qian could clearly see Yan Zhengming's chaotic inner mansion. There is a wooden sword barely holding it, and I don't know what it will look like.

The lingering demons were like strands of black clouds, flying up and down beside Yan Zhengming's Yuanshen who was meditating with his eyes closed, entangled him tightly.

At this time, Cheng Qian saw faces one after another from the black and red cloud of inner demons, and he was suddenly stunned.

The person in the demon is himself.

The next moment, the lingering demon turned into a plume of black smoke and landed in the shape of a human being. As if he had sensed something, the man looked back at the wooden sword, showing a familiar yet unfamiliar sneer, and then he slowly Walking towards the soul of Yan Zhengming who was meditating, he knelt down lightly and lay on his knees.

Cheng Qian: "..."

It was the first time he met his "self" who was so good at posing, and he didn't know how to react.

The heart demon with the appearance of Cheng Qian raised his head and broke Yan Zhengming's chin, watching him silently for a moment, seeing that he refused to open his eyes, he chuckled suddenly, stretched out his pale fingertips, and slowly stroked The lips of the soul who was meditating softly said: "Brother, why don't you look at me?"

Outside the inner mansion, Yan Zhengming's fingers holding Cheng Qian's wrist suddenly contracted, and his wrist bones made a "cracking" sound.

Cheng Qian withdrew his consciousness in embarrassment, half kneeling on the ground, feeling blank for a while.

He was in a daze for a long time, recalling all the clues one by one before, recalling the seemingly rude reaction of the elder brother when he asked that sentence in the small scripture building...unbelievable.

"So that demon is me?" Cheng Qian thought in a daze, "Impossible?"

Yan Zhengming bent down, and a thin trace of blood had already soaked from the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Qian came back to his senses and realized that he couldn't let him go on like this at this time.

"Eldest brother," Cheng Qian freed up a hand, pressed Yan Zhengming's shoulder, and said softly, "Come on, this is the Valley of Demons, don't be disturbed by it."

Hearing this, Yan Zhengming opened his eyes, looking at him bewilderedly.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly started beating wildly.

Cheng Qian asked in a low voice, "Brother, what is your inner demon?"

For a moment, he saw Yan Zhengming's lips move slightly, and the answer was ready to come out.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Cheng Qian's back, and the wound was painful and itchy. He had never been so nervous in his life.

But soon Yan Zhengming's eyes became clear from the struggle, he let go of his hand suddenly, and pushed Cheng Qian away...without pushing.

Yan Zhengming's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he was so tormented by the inner demon that he lost his strength. The fingers he pressed on Cheng Qian's shoulders slipped into a knife wound on the top of his arm without paying attention. The cold blood was still wet After touching his hand, Yan Zhengming hurriedly withdrew his hand: "You..."

Cheng Qian didn't even look at the bleeding shoulder, his dark eyes were thicker and deeper than all the darkness, and the short sharp pain seemed to stimulate him, Cheng Qian knew that he shouldn't be like this, but his heart still boiled uncontrollably.

He pressed on step by step: "You know that the more you cover up your inner demons, the more secretive they are, the more serious they become. Why can't you tell? What is there to hide?"

Yan Zhengming: "Let go..."

Cheng Qian: "Brother!"

Yan Zhengming roared with red eyes: "Cheng Qian, you want to rebel..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Qian suddenly pushed him against the wall with all his strength, lowered his head as if desperate, and kissed his mouth before he could close it in time.

All of Yan Zhengming's words were blocked in one fell swoop.

Cheng Qian didn't understand style all his life, let alone Fengyue, and he did a very good job of "doing no evil". He didn't even dare to look closely at the fake Qingjing scriptures in the scripture building. There was a "buzz" in Zheng Ming's mind, and the three souls and seven souls were shocked out of the sky.

He gasped, tightened his fingers involuntarily, and tightly grasped Cheng Qian's skirt.

"Forgive me for offending my senior brother," Cheng Qian was already nervous. On the surface, he was almost calm, and even said in a tone that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "Now you plan to imprison me to think about it. However, you still plan to clean up the door, or just kill me? I promise not to fight back."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The fright was so shocking that even the demons who were making waves seemed to have to retreat.

Cheng Qian's rebellious words came out, and his heart suddenly felt happy. He shook his heart and took Yan Zhengming's hand that was clasping his clothes: "In the Demon Slaying Formation, you ask who should be my peach blossom catastrophe? Brother, I’m telling you now, do you dare to listen?”

At this time, in Yan Zhengming's inner mansion, the inner demon recondensed into the appearance of Cheng Qian, and leisurely hugged his soul from behind, and said in his ear: "Brother, I will give you whatever you want, don't you dare?" Either?"

With these two sides attacking each other, Yan Zhengming couldn't tell which was true and which was false.

The heart demon in the inner mansion stretched out his finger, gently caressed the body of his primordial spirit, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, I have no other distractions. I have cultivated for a hundred years, and I can't be shaken by a catastrophe. Now it is destroyed in your hands. Not happy?"

Those words were like a basin of ice water, mixed with the boundless chill in the Heart Demon Valley, falling down around his head, soaking into every inch of his joints.

Yan Zhengming's face was pale and he was speechless.

The demon said with a soft smile from time to time: "Senior brother, you have missed me for so long, why are you bothering to be so sanctimonious now?"

From time to time, he angrily reprimanded: "The head of the sect is strict, guarding himself and stealing himself, how shameless!"

From time to time, he turned into the appearance of a young Cheng Qian, with a bloody hole in his chest, and looked at him faintly: "Senior Brother, didn't you say that I don't have to worry, you are there for everything?"

"Brother..."

Yan Zhengming swayed back and forth between extreme cold and extreme heat, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were almost red for a while.

Cheng Qian didn't expect his brother to be so angry with his words, and he was a little at a loss when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the heart demon seal between his brows, and saw that thin slit was so red that it was about to bleed.

Cheng Qian frowned slightly, and then, he brazenly used the fragments of Yuanshen on the wooden sword to draw out his consciousness and broke into Yan Zhengming's inner mansion again.

As soon as I entered, I was startled by the heart demons all over the sky. All the heart demons looked at him, but their expressions were different. The thicker and thicker black energy was churning up and down in the inner mansion of the sword cultivator, greedy. Absorbing the real essence here, it turned into more phantoms.

At first, Cheng Qian only felt that his scalp was numb, and anyone who saw hundreds or thousands of them gathered together would feel shuddering, but the next moment, he heard clearly the words of those demons.

Cheng Qian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and unreasonable resentment arose in his chest.

With a wave of his hand, he activated the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's inner mansion through the primordial spirit that came from the same source in the wooden sword. All those dancing demons were smashed together.

The inner demon fled in a panic, and then regrouped into a thick mass of black energy, entrenched in Yan Zhengming's inner mansion relentlessly.

Yan Zhengming was so angry that his throat felt fishy, ​​and a surge of blood almost rushed to his mouthpiece, but he could barely hold back it.

He came to his senses for a short while, and with some abandonment, he swung forward and waved his hands, and said weakly, "Stop messing around."

"I never mess around." Cheng Qian stared at him with burning eyes, "Brother, if I don't die, I won't give up."

Yan Zhengming frowned and was about to say something.

Cheng Qian narrowed his gaze, and suddenly smiled a little: "It will be more convenient if you are willing to expel me from the sect."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He once thought this way himself, if he is not some kind of master, if he can get along with Cheng Qian in terms of status, he will be able to calmly face the feelings that are beyond the rules in his heart without any burden, if he is expelled from the sect, then he can even more There is no taboo, who knows that the exact same words are just said by Cheng Qian directly.

This weird "heart-to-heart" made him dumbfounded for a while.

But after the initial shock, Yan Zhengming still noticed something was wrong——Cheng Qian was the most straightforward when he hurt others and when he started, he was actually very restrained, he didn't show his emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, and most of the exposure was just pretending... Even if he was sincere The truth is also the truth in my heart, and I will never say it again and again like this.

What's more, when the two of them fell into the Valley of Demons for no reason and didn't know how to get out.

As soon as Yan Zhengming came to his senses, his mind suddenly became alive. He suddenly remembered the weird frost hanging on the wooden sword in the Demon Slaying Formation. He immediately put aside everything just now and asked, "What do you know? Cheng Qian, Let me ask you again, what's in that wooden sword?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

If he hadn't seen the incarnation of thousands of heart demons in Yan Zhengming's inner palace with his own eyes, he would still have thought it was all because of his own sentimentality.

Yan Zhengming: "How on earth did you put Fuyao Sword Intent into the wooden sword?"

Cheng Qian, who was plausible just now, fell silent.

The two stalemate for a moment, Yan Zhengming was exhausted for a while, pushed Cheng Qian away, and stood up unsteadily.

Yan Zhengming said: "It's fine if you don't say it, I don't care why you know it... But it's just a mere demon. When a sword cultivator enters the Sword God Realm, it's always a demon at every step, so what? Now that I've reached this point , it will not be unstoppable, you...you don't have to pity me."

Cheng Qian was speechless, he suddenly wanted to knock open the big brother's embroidered pillow-like head, and see if it was gnawed by the demon inside to nothing but a lump of paste?

Yan Zhengming glanced at him, took out a seal stone the size of a thumb from his bosom, gently squeezed his palms on it, and a faint layer of white light rose from the seal stone, illuminating the dark valley of inner demons, he Turning his back to Cheng Qian, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "I don't care about you today, let's go, let's find a way out..."

Cheng Qian suddenly hugged him from behind, and Yan Zhengming's back stiffened before he was about to speak out.

Then I heard Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and said: "You eat and drink all day long, except for being a prodigal, you are a stinky beauty. The ghost has pity on you! I just like you and want you! What else do I need to say!"