Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Under the two people's feet, a huge magic circle spread out like a slowly ignited beacon, and a sigh came from nowhere in their ears.

Cheng Qian was taken aback: "This seems to be the one that Han Yuan painted outside Fuyao Mountain that day."

Yan Zhengming: "Shhh—"

He raised his hand to cover Cheng Qian's eyes: "Listen carefully."

The magic cultivator who set up the formation said that this formation is called "Listening Mountain Formation". What can you hear?

In the depths of the darkness, there was first a faint sound of insects, and then there was an indistinct sound of water. The wind blew across the grass, and someone seemed to turn over beside him...

Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, "It seems to be the back mountain."

On the grass next to the secluded pool in the cave in the back mountain, a few teenagers brought a little thing who didn't know whether it was a human or a demon, and waited for the master hungry and cold, and then fell asleep unconsciously, half asleep and half awake in confusion This is the sound that fills my ears once I glanced at it.

Then the wind blows the bamboo forest, and a scent of bamboo leaves seems to be coming out. A thin bamboo pen holder hits the stone table, making a crisp and slightly whirling sound. It didn't blow far away, it seemed to be pressed by something, it just kept ringing.

This is Qing Anju.

Neither of the two said anything, and listened silently for a while, as if walking around Fuyao Mountain, until the magic circle under their feet dimmed, and the last ray of light disappeared in the darkness.

It turned out that Han Yuan sneaked to the foot of Fuyao Mountain by himself that day, and set up a seemingly dangerous formation aggressively, just to hear the sound of Fuyao Mountain?

Cheng Qian didn't know what it was like for a moment.

At this time, the hand covering him was suddenly put down, Yan Zhengming held the glowing seal stone in his palm, and the surroundings immediately became dark, only a white shadow suddenly came out from the darkness, Holding a wooden sword in his hand, he arrogantly gave an ancient ceremony not far away, and raised his hand in a gesture of swinging the wooden sword.

What does it mean?

The man demonstrated the Fuyao wooden sword on the spot as if no one was around.

At the beginning, he was a boy dressed in plain white clothes. As the Fuyao wooden sword advanced layer by layer, his appearance gradually changed into an adult appearance. The wooden sword in his hand turned into a cold rainbow sword, and the cloth on his body also Wearing a graceful brocade robe.

Every style of the sword moves he performed was the same as that taught by his master, but he couldn't tell where there was any subtle difference.

After a long set of wooden sword skills, the sword dancer has become an old man, the brocade robe has become a plain white cloth again, and the sword has become a wooden sword without a front.He lowered his sword and closed his eyes, and there was a serenity in his whole body that disillusioned the world of mortals.

This set of swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. Both of them practiced swords, especially Yan Zhengming was still a swordsman, so they could naturally tell the depth. They were shocked for a while, and neither of them cared to talk.

The next moment, the old man in white suddenly raised his head and stabbed with a sword.

Cheng Qian pushed Yan Zhengming away, and the two were separated by three feet. The wooden sword passed through the middle, and the sharp sword wind cut off a strand of Cheng Qian's messy hair hanging on his shoulder.

Then it disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, two white-clothed old men appeared in the field, floating in from both sides as if their feet were not touching the ground, and they were separated immediately.

When Yan Zhengming made a wrong step to dodge, he disappeared into the shadows and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Qian was taken aback: "Brother!"

His true energy was firmly suppressed in the inner palace, and he was no different from ordinary people for a while. The Frost Blade, which seemed to be able to communicate with him, suddenly became extremely stagnant. There seemed to be the overwhelming force of Mount Tai on the sword, his wrist was numb, and the situation was too weird, Cheng Qian instinctively stepped back.

This retreat doesn't matter, the frost blade in his hand immediately showed signs of backlash. This unfamiliar fierce sword has not made a fuss for many years, and Cheng Qian almost forgot what kind of urine it is.

The old man's second sword had already been delivered, so Cheng Qian had no choice but to grit his teeth and take the move again without giving in.

The pressure on his hands was increasing, it was as if the sky had fallen on his shoulders.

The manpower was finally exhausted, and the dead sword did not allow him to take half a step back. Cheng Qian's arms finally trembled, and there was a soft "crack" from the wrist that was stuck there, as if he had twisted his tendons. The real yuan that was sealed in the sea of ​​qi was impacted, and the real yuan kept hitting the inner palace. Frost flashed in Cheng Qian's eyes again and again, and he was suppressed again and again by the dead.

Cheng Qian was in a hurry to find Yan Zhengming. He didn't want to fight the old man in a mortal way.

Unexpectedly, this kick was in vain, the old man himself was just a phantom, only the sword in his hand was real.

Cheng Qian stepped on the ground, and immediately lost all strength in his hand. The old man's wooden sword slammed into his chest hard, this time for real.If his body hadn't been made by Ju Lingyu, this sword could break a row of his ribs.

He coughed a few times, and felt that half of his body was numb from the beating, and the wound on his back that had stopped bleeding all burst open.

The old man looked at him blankly, with lifeless indifference in his cloudy eyes, leveled his wooden sword, and pointed it at his chest. For a moment, only Cheng Qian's slightly heavy breathing was around.

Suddenly, the old man said: "With your impetuous mood, do you want to walk the 'human way'?"

Cheng Qian originally intended to beat him into a white flour sack, but after hearing this sentence, his movements suddenly stopped: "Senior, you are..."

"Take the move, stop talking nonsense!" The old man moved forward with his sword horizontally, and cut the "extreme prosperity" in "Extreme prosperity and decline" with a sword at the waist, and the wooden sword drew a long arc like a full moon.

This blow, I am afraid that the real jade will also be broken.

Cheng Qian neither dared to be negligent nor to fight head-on with him, he took a step forward in embarrassment to avoid his edge, recalled with difficulty the dismantling moves he had studied for a while when his cultivation base was low, and hastily replied "" Youwei" trick.

The trick of "Youwei" emphasizes "the wind rises from the end of Qingping", which means that at the peak of its prosperity, the root of Youwei's curse has already been planted, and the root of the curse will grow together with the situation of the colorful flowers, and finally it will become the wind that turns from prosperity to prosperity. Opportunity for decline.This move is varied and extremely subtle, and it is incompatible with Cheng Qian's usual sea tide swordsmanship mixed with tyranny. It was already difficult for him to move in a hurry, so he couldn't help but slow down a bit.

This slowness can be said to be a slight mistake, and a thousand miles away, his mouth numb, and the frost blade made a "嘡", and was actually picked up by a wooden sword!

Cheng Qian: "..."

He has been learning swords since he was ten years old, not to mention sweeping the world with a frost blade, and he has never experienced such a great shame.

The old man in white looked at him expressionlessly, stretched out his hand, and the frost blade flew towards Cheng Qian, "Come again."

Cheng Qian's fingers clenched tightly.

Then the old man said again: "Idiot."

Cheng Qian's fingers were about to be crushed by himself. He grabbed the frost blade, and the old man suddenly jumped up. In an instant, thousands of sword shadows flashed in front of him. defensible.

This is the real "youwei"!

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank, and suddenly realized that the old man seemed to be teaching him, and he was stunned for a while, until the wooden sword tore through the infinite phantom and stopped straight under the tip of his nose.

"Have you never learned swords seriously?" the old man asked, "Who is your master?"

Cheng Qian couldn't help but get stuck.

True Mu Chun had only taught him for more than a year, and he hastily passed the whole set of Fuyao wooden swords to him in Wangyou Valley, but it was just relying on his cleverness that he had never forgotten when he was a child.Later, the school's sword manual was basically drawn out by Cheng Qian from memory, and the senior brother corrected some discrepancies.

Thinking about it now, what he memorized hastily when he didn't know much, must be right?

Can the two-and-five-eyed sword that Eldest Brother learned as a child really be able to correct anything?

Cheng Qian defended in a low voice: "The teacher passed away when we just started."

The old man frowned.

Cheng Qian suppressed his temper, and asked respectfully: "Master showed me the Fuyao wooden sword with his soul before he died. Maybe I didn't remember something clearly in a hurry..."

His words were interrupted by a cold snort. Hearing this, the old man became even more angry for some reason. He patted Cheng Qian's shoulder with his wooden sword, and cursed repeatedly: " Stupid! Stupid!"

Cheng Qian had never been labeled so many fools in his life, but he couldn't refute it - who made him so much stronger than him?

Facing such a senior from the same sect, even if the other party said that he was wearing a chamber pot with seven apertures on his neck, he had no choice but to listen.

The old man jumped up and down for a while, his figure changed suddenly, he turned around and became the middle-aged man in a brocade robe, and swung out another move of "Ji Sheng".

Cheng Qian's scalp exploded. When this senior appeared in the image of an old man, although the sword move of "prosperity and decline" was old-fashioned, it was more inclined to "decline", which was not enough momentum.But he appeared in the image of a middle-aged man, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into an unknown sword, but it just matched the sword intent of "Sheng", and its power was simply incomparable.

Countless thoughts flashed through Cheng Qian's mind, he thought over the "youwei" that the old man had just concealed from beginning to end, and once again bit the bullet and used the sword.

Got it!

But before he had time to rejoice, the middle-aged man had raised his sword involuntarily and raised his sword again. He flipped up from the air, condescending, and slashed down--the peak of deformation!

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment, he found that the restriction of his true essence had been released, and the long-imprisoned true essence flowed crazily in the sea of ​​air. The frost blade in his hand made a soft "buzz", and separated seven Eight sword shadows, fighting hand in hand——

Cheng Qian didn't wait for the opponent to change his moves, he had already stepped into the faint sword intent, and the frost-like sword intent filled the entire space, leaving no trace, but everywhere, the middle-aged man's third sword "extreme flourishing" in a blink of an eye Then, two strands of true energy collided in the air, and there was a loud noise that shook the earth.

This senior didn't hold back, and made sixteen consecutive "Ji Sheng" sword strikes, each time becoming more tricky and more dangerous.

It was the first time for Cheng Qian to truly comprehend the "youwei" sword intent. The sword, which was a bit sluggish at first, became more and more proficient. The Demon Slaying Formation is the same.

It's a pity that the stronger he is, the stronger his opponent is, and Cheng Qian's strength is finally exhausted.

At the No. 16 sword, Shuang Ren came out again and rolled to the ground in embarrassment. Cheng Qian took a breath, shook for a while and couldn't stand still, and fell down on his knees, barely supporting the ground with his arms.

The middle-aged man put the sword in his hand on his neck condescendingly, and said indifferently: "Do you know where your mistake is?"

Cheng Qian's heart beat like thunder for a moment, and he was speechless.

"The move of 'You Wei' is the most difficult move in the Fuyao wooden sword. It is unpredictable and pervasive. You were ignorant of bullshit before, but in a short while, you are already able to do it with ease. With such aptitude, why would you rather study other swordsmanship? ?impetuous!"

If it is said that just now, he was worried about Yan Zhengming, and his mood was a little impetuous, Cheng Qian admitted, but his hard work over the years has never been less than anyone else, and he has never been more at ease than anyone else - regardless of talent, he thinks he is by no means An impetuous person.

Cheng Qian immediately defended: "I..."

The middle-aged man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and interrupted him with a stiff smile: "Because you think the wooden sword is not the right way for you, is it? I swing the wooden sword in a 'human way', from life to death, from childhood to childhood. Lao, thousands of mediocre people in the world can't escape this way, there is nothing unusual about it, you think you are an exception, different from those ordinary people, right?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Looking back, when others were born with no fear of tigers and were still waiting for a long journey, he thought he had matured so precociously that he lost his youthful heart. When others were searching and confused, he thought he had followed a clear goal. , walked far ahead, when others struggled in every possible way, and things backfired, he ran rampant in the world, and he had long been fearless.

Although he has never boasted about it, Cheng Qian's subconscious self-esteem is so high that he never associates every move in the Fuyao wooden sword with himself.

For him, the various sword intents in the wooden sword always seemed to be separated by a layer of something. It was as if he was trying to comprehend other people's life experiences rotely, and he never really expressed his feelings.

The middle-aged man stopped drinking and said: "You look at the world, then at yourself, at others, but never compare yourself with yourself, aren't you human? Since you chose the 'human way', why don't you let go of that A big and useless heart of heaven and earth?"

"Treating people depends on their closeness, who they feel, who they tolerate, who they get close to, and who they love—who have you ever been in awe of? Who have you looked up to? Who have you learned from?"

When the middle-aged man said this, he suddenly pressed the tip of the sword down, and the sharp blade scratched Cheng Qian's neck: "you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, you are arrogant and impetuous, and you are pretentious. I don't think you are a young man, and you have no heart." What an improvement."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Cheng Qian's back.

"If you are really extraordinary, and consciously mastered the Fuyao wooden sword, why can't you even use the 'You Wei' move? Stand up!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "You haven't passed the sword yet, why are you pretending to die!"

At the beginning, he was in a state of mind, and his days were like years. Although he was not worried about Yan Zhengming who was here, he began to worry about Li Yun and others who lived in the same room with many people from Moxiu and Tianyan.Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the owner here clearly saw that he was absent-minded, and he was abused by the storm, forcing him to get rid of distracting thoughts and gradually sink into the Fuyao wooden sword.

Cheng Qian has been trapped here for an unknown amount of time, and the unknown master here has imprisoned his true energy countless times, forcing him to practice the frost blade like an ordinary wooden sword countless times like a newbie disciple.

But when the man who reappeared as an old man pushed open another door and let him go, Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling, as if all these things happened in a single thought and breath, and he stood there At another door, he raised his eyes and saw that a small strand of hair cut off by the wooden sword before entering this door had just landed.

Cheng Qian suddenly took a step back, turned around and asked, "I don't know what to call senior?"

The old man looked at his nose and mouth and replied, "No name, I'm just a bit of inheritance that you have preserved."

Cheng Qian asked again: "What if we choose the word 'sky' or the word 'earth'?"

The old man said: "The Fuyao sect has only followed the human way since ancient times. As for the sky and the earth, I can't teach it. No one can teach it. I have to send you back and forth."

After Cheng Qian heard this, a thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't have time to grasp it. He thought about it for a moment, then respectfully saluted the old man as a junior, and then strode away.

The inheritance door behind him closed silently, as if it had never existed before. Cheng Qian raised his head and saw Yan Zhengming standing not far away, holding the wooden sword he took out from the inner mansion, and lowered his head thoughtfully. head on.

Seeing him, Cheng Qian couldn't help feeling happy, and his steps became much lighter: "Eldest brother..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Zhengming swept over with a cold gaze and cut off his words.

Cheng Qian grew up with him, and Cheng Qian could still tell whether he was always looking for trouble, or if he was really angry. Did the old man suffer a lot?"

After Yan Zhengming glared at him, he turned around and walked forward without saying a word.

Cheng Qian followed behind him in a daze, racking his brains to recall how he had offended the young master, and asked helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Qian himself suddenly reacted, his eyes fell on the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand uncontrollably, his scalp tingled for a while, and he thought: "Wait, why is he taking out the wooden sword for nothing? "

The old man in the inheritance has sharp eyes, so he can't see what he said too much, can he?

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian almost felt guilty. He wiped off his cold sweat quietly, and quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.

Yan Zhengming immediately kept silent after hearing his question, thinking: "Oh, this is a guilty conscience."

After waiting for a while, when Cheng Qian coughed dryly and was about to speak, Yan Zhengming said unexpectedly: "Why, you have already made up nonsense about how to explain this wooden sword?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

The two of them seemed to pass through a long and narrow passage, and soon came to the end. At the end, there was a soft halo of dawn light. After Yan Zhengming asked that sentence, he walked in directly without looking back. Flash passed through something and disappeared.

Cheng Qian hurriedly ran after him. In a blink of an eye, he found that he had returned to the foot of Taiyin Mountain. When he looked back again, all the inheritance and the Valley of Demons had disappeared.

In front of him, besides an angry elder brother, there are many people, one side is headed by Han Yuan, and behind him is a mob of demon cultivators, and the other side is headed by You Liang, and behind them are a large number of ordinary monks who have gathered here at some time .

Li Yun, Shuikeng, Nian Dada and others were in the middle without embarrassment, floating in the sky.

Cheng Qian was sure that when the Demon Slaying Formation was broken, there were not so many living monks here.

Could it be that they transferred the battle between immortals and demons that was originally scheduled to take place in Taihang Mountain to here?