Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Life has no roots;

Scattered by the wind, this is very physical.

Can one transcend the world after entering the fairy gate?

Can everything be done according to one's inclinations?

The powerful man who turned the clouds and the rain is like a child, where does his soul return now?

What's more, they are juniors who don't know the so-called at a loss.

Yan Zhengming didn't say a few words to Tong Ru, but he always had some faint grudges against his master in his heart. Sometimes he couldn't help thinking wildly: If it wasn't for Tong Ru's meddling and doing what he did, he wouldn't have done it. It will arouse suspicion from others, and will not get involved in the Three Lives Secret Realm.

Even if he enters the Three Lives Secret Realm, if he is not so extreme, not so superstitious about prophets, calm down, don't be so stubborn, listen to his friends' advice, or don't have so many unreasonable thoughts in his heart...

Maybe the master will not die, let alone fall into the remnant body of the weasel.

The Fuyao faction will not be in a slump.

A few of them will be like those incompetent stupid disciples in Baihu Mountain Villa. They have only a little cultivation base and a little mind. At first glance, they have not seen much of the world.

No one called him the head of the sect, and no one called him senior, he was just a not very accomplished senior brother.

However, Yan Zhengming knows Tong Ru best. He has revisited the road Tong Ru walked in the master seal many times. Every time he looks back, he will be trembling for a long time. He felt like walking in an abyss, like walking on thin ice, not daring to relax for a moment, always reminding himself to learn from others and never follow in the footsteps of his master.

He wants to be quiet, to be at ease, to have few desires, to be open-minded...

But at this time, Yan Zhengming heard Cheng Qian's heartbeat from behind, and all his grudges against Tong Ru suddenly disappeared.

If "unreasonable thoughts" can be suppressed, how can they arise?

The dam that he has built in his heart for a long time is like a pile of sand, precariously pretending to be towering, and it can be disintegrated with one finger.In a person's life, if there is not such a moment when the world is turned upside down, and the body is willing to be smashed to pieces, even if it flies up to the Dao in the future, what's the fun?

"What are you waiting for?" A voice in Yan Zhengming's heart asked, "Like that idiot Tong Ru, wait until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and Yin and Yang are separated?"

Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's hands folded in front of him, and gently pulled his arms apart. In the dark, he turned around and stared at Cheng Qian's face, restrained and asked in a low voice: "Do you know How absurd is this matter? Do you know that this is against the laws of heaven and ethics?"

Cheng Qian didn't change his face: "Master let me be at ease."

Yan Zhengming: "But Master didn't tell you to indulge! If you indulge your emotions and desires, aren't you afraid that you will be smashed by the catastrophe when you ascend?"

Cheng Qian: "Then you are trapped in a demon, what kind of way do you get along?"

Yan Zhengming was speechless.

Cheng Qian looked at him and said word by word: "Brother, I'm not afraid of catastrophe, I'm only afraid of you."

After Yan Zhengming heard this, his heart boomed, and he thought: "It's over, it's over."

He stood in a daze for a long time, as if roots had taken root under his feet, his heart was never in full bloom, but an indescribable sadness was added out of thin air.

"Xiao Qian," he struggled for the last time, "you won't regret it in the future."

Cheng Qian sighed softly, and looked at him helplessly: "Brother, you should wipe away your tears first."

"Come here." Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand and pulled Cheng Qian over. His expression was too tense, and he looked strangely indifferent.

With such indifference, he thought: "I'm sorry Xiaoqian."

Then, he grabbed the back of Cheng Qian's head and leaned over to kiss it. He wanted to taste it, but he couldn't hold it back.

Cheng Qian let out a "huh" and instinctively tilted his head back, but was firmly locked by a pair of arms. He felt that his whole body was enveloped by the familiar fragrance of orchids. He was a little shocked at first, passively It was the first time he knew it could still be like this. It was a bit weird and a little uncomfortable, but when he realized who the person in front of him was, the slight sense of weirdness suddenly changed.

This sudden and unusual intimacy made Cheng Qian's scalp and waist numb, his spine stiffened into a mallet, and the world of mortals who had heard his name for a long time but never seen his true face wrapped him tightly, and suddenly he felt in his heart. Strange agitation developed, his throat became dry, and he swallowed involuntarily, feeling as if it was time to recite the Jingjing Sutra.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian forgetfully, and said in his heart, "I too... I'm sorry, Master."

The demon mark between his eyebrows turned into a pure cinnabar color without knowing it, and then harvested a drop of blood, which sank into his forehead and disappeared, and the door seal on his chest suddenly emitted a glaring white light.

Yan Zhengming suddenly came back to his senses, wondering what medicine he had taken wrongly in the seal of the sect master, put his forehead on Cheng Qian's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "Let's go first, this is not a good place to stay."

Cheng Qian looked Yan Zhengming up and down with a strange expression, but was still out of state: "You learned this from that fake Qingjing Sutra?"

For the first time, he really felt that this pious elder brother seemed to know too much.

Yan Zhengming almost lost his temper, and wiped the stains and blood from his hands on Cheng Qian's sleeve: "Shut up."

I saw the white light from the seal of the sect master projected onto the ground, forming the shape of a feather. With the flashing white light inside, the feather trembled slightly, as if guiding the direction ahead.

Yan Zhengming slightly raised the small glowing seal stone in his hand, followed the feather leading the way and chased after it, and said to Cheng Qian, "Follow."

Taking advantage of the white light, Cheng Qian took a look at his face that had regained some blood color, relieved his heart a little, and said, "By the way, your..."

Yan Zhengming interrupted him and said, "No! Impossible! Stop dreaming! I have already burned that evil book!"

Cheng Qian: "...I want to ask you what you mean by the phrase 'sword cultivator takes one step at a time, one heart demon', what are you thinking?"

Sect leader Yan, who judges others by himself, discovered that not everyone is as keen on not learning well as he is. He was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to turn his head back. He coughed dryly, and his voice couldn't help but weakened by three points: "Sword Cultivating hostility is heavy, murderous is heavy, and in the early stage, it is heavy to exercise the body and light to cultivate the mind. It is not obvious at the beginning, but it is easier to generate demons later. This is what the master told me when I started. He said, "the same cultivation base and Realm, let’s move our hands, sword cultivation is the first, so this road is also particularly difficult, the cultivation is more difficult, and the pain is more’.”

When he said this, the corners of his mouth that had been tense all the time finally showed a faint smile: "When I heard this, my first reaction was to beg Master to get rid of my aura, and I am determined not to be a swordsman. Come in separately."

He seldom brought up the past on his own initiative, Cheng Qian listened quietly, feeling like a senior brother could say these words.

"Later, Master threatened me and said that it's okay to get rid of the sense of qi, but this process is no different from rolling a bed of nails or pouring oil into a pan. Many who can't make it through just kick their legs and die. Once it's over, you don't have to worry about where you entered the Tao." Yan Zheng Ming laughed at himself, "I actually believed his nonsense, and I weighed it myself. Although walking with a sword and cultivating Taoism makes people feel miserable, it is better than real death anyway, so I have to compromise."

Cheng Qian watched his back, and following his words, he couldn't help but think of the first time he met Yan Zhengming.

Ruanrou Township is more demonic than Qunyaogu, and he saw the elder brother with that demonic aura for the first time, and he thought at that time: "This person is really good-looking."

But the next moment, his thoughts became: "This person is really nothing."

"Then you..." Cheng Qian raised his hand and rubbed his brow lightly, "When did it start?"

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while: "I don't know."

Is it Suzaku Tower?Or was it the former Fuyao Mountain Villa?Or a hundred years away...or even Qinglong Island when he was young and frivolous?

Thinking about it like this superficially, I feel a lot of clues, I can't figure it out, and my heart is already moving before there is a bang.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Cheng Qian with mixed feelings, stretched out his hand to straighten his messy hair on his forehead, and said softly, "I don't know, don't ask."

Cheng Qian changed the subject in a calm manner, and said, "I don't know how long we have been trapped here. How is Taiyin Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming: "Tianyan is running out of ammunition and food, and Han Yuan is probably at the end of his battle. No one can control anyone anymore. I am afraid that after killing the demon formation, Tianyan will have no countermeasures."

Cheng Qian was silent, he didn't know what he hadn't seen before, and only after experiencing it with his own eyes did he understand that if it wasn't for the rebellion at Tianyan who secretly changed the formation, if it wasn't for them being involved by chance, if it wasn't for Li Yun who happened to have a real dragon in his hand flag, no one can break the formation single-handedly.

Wu Changtian set up a trap outside Fuyao Mountain, not just to weaken Han Yuan's combat power, it was a killing game.

Now that the demon-slaying formation is broken, I am afraid that there is nothing in Tianyan that can stop Han Yuan's footsteps. He will go straight to Taihang Mountain and slaughter all the monks who tried to block his way. The enmity between Yan Chu and the mortal court——

"Tianyan deserves to be executed." Yan Zhengming said, "That guy who sits on the dragon chair in the capital—I absolutely don't believe that he is a mortal. Is it possible to start a mere Tian Yan Department with a long history? Impossible."

Cheng Qian: "Cultivators don't only ask about mundane matters. It's basically a convention. They are easily distracted by mundane trivial matters. If they are not top-notch, they will definitely hinder their practice. How can he be an emperor and want to live forever?"

"The royal family has money, and there are channels. They need as many exercises and pills as they want, and they can't be filled with medicine," Yan Zhengming said. "Besides, didn't you hear what Wu Changtian meant? Tianyan must be under the control of the court. Who are they, who feel that they are extremely righteous and regard human life as worthless, how can they be controlled by mortals? Anyway, these people love death, and have nothing to do with us, but Han Yuan led a group of demons all the way to the north, killing evil It must be serious, when the time comes, shall we kill him or not?"

At this moment, Yan Zhengming stopped, and he looked in one direction, only to see a faint light coming from there.

The white feather leading the way followed the light, walked in the direction of the light source for about a stick of incense, and his sight suddenly opened up.

I saw a stone step jumping in front of me.

The stone steps go up one after the other depending on the mountain or the building.But there is nothing on the stone steps here, one layer after another is stretched out of thin air, as if it reaches the sky, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that the true essence in his body seemed to be suppressed by some unknown force, and he really became a mortal for a while, standing under the stone steps, like insects and ants, as insignificant.

Cheng Qian: "This is..."

Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "It seems that I don't regret it."

No Regret Tower is [-] steps high, and all those flying and escaping here are like ordinary people, and they must walk up step by step by themselves. This is the first time Cheng Qian knows what it means to look up and break the neck. Ordinary people are already afraid just looking up. Let alone go up in person.

Yan Zhengming tentatively stepped up a step, but before he could stand still, a gust of wind blew towards him. When he realized that his body-protecting essence was no longer there, the gust of wind was already approaching his eyes, and Yan Zhengming quickly took a step back. Turned down from the stone steps, even though he moved quickly, one sleeve was still scratched.

How did Tong Ru get up there!

Both of them were horrified, Yan Zhengming said in his heart: "I thought that the master was just generally overwhelmed, but I didn't expect him to be so overwhelmed!"

However, Cheng Qian remembered the few times he had contact with Beimingjun. At that time, he was still young and could not see how powerful Beimingjun was. Only then did he realize the gap between himself and his master. .

He was in a trance when Yan Zhengming patted his ear suddenly, and Cheng Qian woke up with a jolt.

"I know what you're thinking," Yan Zhengming said, "When he came out of the Three Lives Secret Realm, he was already insane. A lunatic is different from ordinary people. You can't walk the way he walks, not necessarily because of how powerful he is. "

He looked down at his sleeve, and said with a smile: "This is really a broken sleeve, this is very evil, don't stay here any longer."

With one hand hanging by his side, Cheng Qian tapped the sheath of Frost Blade lightly, and said as he walked, "If it were you, would you go to the stage of no regrets and ask for that piece of wish-fulfilling stone?"

Yan Zhengming thought to himself: "I really know how to ask."

If the obsession in his heart didn't happen to coincide with Tong Ru, in the seal of the sect master, how could his spiritual consciousness be attached to Tong Ru?

If he didn't know what it was like to be possessed, how could he force his cultivation on the Suoxian Terrace and break in without hesitation?

Of course, these words are inconvenient to mention to Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming, who said one thing and did another, said righteously: "Of course not. Sadness and joy, parting and reunion, ups and downs, are all normal in the world. Since you have not ascended to immortality, you are still a mortal. If you know yourself, you should I understand that since I am a mortal body, I can't do everything according to my wishes, and when there are always times when I can't do it, it may not be a practice if I ask for it, and if I want to be perfect in everything, it will definitely not last long."

How grand...

Cheng Qian didn't answer, turned his head and smiled, but was still caught by Yan Zhengming keenly.

Yan Zhengming: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing, your words are better than your singing." Cheng Qian revealed mercilessly, "I just didn't know who was trapped in the demon and couldn't get out."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

"Shut up now and I don't have to argue with you." Yan Zhengming turned around, stood two steps away, and hung the second half of the sentence he didn't say out of the corner of his eyes and brows-"Get over here and apologize."

Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment, and said in his heart: "If this temper is fueled, what will happen in the future?"

Immediately, he shook his head secretly: "Forget it, hasn't it always been this virtue?"

Cheng Qian cupped his hands perfunctorily and said: "Yes, there are a lot of senior brothers, and the words are as good as the songs - by the way, if this is the back mountain of Fuyao Mountain, can we go back from here?"

"Thinking too much," Sect Leader Yan said like a wolf with a big tail, "Fuyao Mountain is Fuyao Mountain, and Heart Demon Valley is Heart Demon Valley. Although the two live next to each other, they are not sealed together...Huh?"

As soon as he said this, he saw that there was a door behind the stage of no regrets. Yan Zhengming's voice was stuck for a moment, and he thought to himself: "This crow's mouth, he slapped his face as soon as he said it, can't he really go through?"

The leading feather in the door seal fluttered down on the door and disappeared. There was a small groove on the door, which was exactly the same shape as the door seal.

Yan Zhengming tentatively removed the seal of the sect master, and carefully stuffed it into the groove, as if it had grown together in the first place.

At this time, there was a deafening rumbling sound, and a large stone gate about ten feet high was revealed and slowly opened.

Three wooden signs suddenly flew out from the door, engraved with the words "Heaven", "Earth" and "Human". There is a tendency to retreat, which means that only one of the three can be chosen.

"If you choose the 'Heaven' card, will you be able to fly to the sky immediately?" Yan Zhengming laughed, "Do you want to choose?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, and looked at him with a little smile, which made Yan Zhengming mutter uncomfortably: "Don't keep seducing me."

After finishing speaking, he took off the "person" plaque without even thinking about it. He only heard the sound of "Kala", and the seal of the master fell off the big stone gate automatically, and returned directly to his neck. The next moment, the wooden plaque Suddenly, the sky was brightly lit, and the Buguitai and the weird stone gates around were all gone. Countless people and voices flashed in front of my eyes, chattering eagerly.

From the completion of the word "Fuyao", the ancient stone stele has laid the inheritance of tens of thousands of years, and the nine-story scripture building was born, and the big, small, fat, and thin footprints at the door gradually flashed, or as light as a veil , or go deep into the stone body, and then they all disappear, only the grass and trees beside the secluded pool, year after year, gradually become blue waves.

The vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields fall under the drizzle and breeze that has not changed through the ages, and only the dry and prosperous reincarnation lasts for a long time.

This is the human way in the middle of the three poles.

The author has something to say: Life has no roots, it floats like dust on Moshang.

Dispersed and turned by the wind, this is already very body. —— Tao Yuanming