Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Yan Zhengming sighed. He glanced back, and through the stone mustard seeds, he saw the Puddle Bird curiously perched on Cheng Qian's shoulder. The two were studying the scroll at Tianyan together, and they had no intention of coming back for the time being.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and pinched the bridge of his nose as if tired.

Yan Zhengming has delicate features since he was a child, as if he walked out of a painting.This time I closed my eyes but it didn't look like a stone sculpture.

The mountain stream flows down in spring, and the fragrance of flowers and plants on both sides of the bank is full of fragrance.

In autumn, the water falls, but the stones show their signs.

Li Yun asked: "What did Xiaoqian in the Heart Demon Valley tell you?"

Yan Zhengming's expression shifted slightly.

"Oh," Li Yun immediately understood, and he poisoned Yan Zhengming with a lewd and explicit look, "Senior brother, you should not be cheap and obedient. You have never been lucky in your life. Fulfill your wish once, and see how beautiful you are..."

Li Yun paused, thought for a moment, and quickly found a statement that he thought was the most accurate: "...fucking shit."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

As a cleanliness addict, Yan Zhengming can tolerate Li Yun's various inappropriate things, but he must not tolerate this bastard associating himself with such indecent words. For a while, Yan Zhengming felt that talking to this person would dirty his tongue, so Going to get rough directly.

"Slow down!" Li Yun raised one hand to cover his head, then he folded the piece of paper with fresh ink swaying from side to side, put it away carefully and put it in his arms, and when he was done, he He also took a deep breath and patted his chest contentedly, as if he had obtained a life-saving talisman.

Li Yun snorted and said, "Hit me? You have to think carefully, senior brother, I still have the handle on you. Remember in the future, you must be nice to me, otherwise you will accidentally scare the junior brother." Fragile heart, oops, this note might be exposed to Xiaoqian!"

What's the use of keeping this kind of junior brother?

Yan Zhengming thought ferociously in his heart: "It's better to fatten up and kill and eat meat during the Chinese New Year."

Cheng Qian didn't know about the turbulent undercurrent between the two. He took the scroll from Zhe Shi who had met and pretended not to know each other, and felt mixed feelings in his heart for a moment.

Although Zheshi had learned through various channels that Cheng Qian had come back from the dead, it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes in such a long time.

He offered the two scrolls with both hands, looked at Cheng Qian in silence for a while, his eyes turned red with his back turned to others, and then, Zhe Shi took a step back, bowed his hands and gave a deep salute, and when he looked up again, he had recovered There was a calm and waveless numbness.

Because Yan Zhengming was particularly difficult to take care of when he was a child, Zheshi was also very careful among the many Taoist boys. Cheng Qian remembered that he was not talkative, and he was not as friendly as Xueqing. He did everything neatly and neatly, without much sense of presence.Over the years, he hasn't even changed much in appearance, it seems that yesterday he was helplessly pouring tea and wiping the bench behind the eldest brother, but now...but he has changed.

Cheng Qian quietly stuffed the ocher into his hands and put it into his sleeves, and opened one of the scrolls with his usual inhumane expression. It was empty, except for a huge demon seal.

Tianyan sent out two scrolls, which meant that the Fuyao faction would send out two people.

Cheng Qian performed a sneer with difficulty, and said to Zheshi: "Master Wu of your sect really cares about people, and he really doesn't leave a single fish that slips through the net."

At this time, there was only a rush of drums not far away, and at the foot of Taiyin Mountain, a man-made barrier suddenly rose, as if a mountain had been pulled out of thin air.

Ten squares!

Then Wu Changtian raised his voice and said: "Fellow daoists who have received the magic seal, please take a rest and join the battle at midnight tonight! Mr. Tang, please come here."

When Cheng Qian and Shui Keng returned to the stone mustard seed, Yan Zhengming and Li Yun had already put on a nonchalant face.

As soon as Cheng Qian came back, Yan Zhengming took the initiative to greet him: "Xiao Qian, come here."

Cheng Qian glanced at him suspiciously, suspecting that he had done something wrong—otherwise, why couldn't he be coaxed just now, and would he take the initiative to show favor now?

Fortunately, now is not the time to care about these trivial matters, Cheng Qian didn't pursue it.

What Zheshi stuffed him were two fingers, Li Yun took it, touched along the edge, and soon discovered the inner mystery, and gently broke the finger, and the finger opened from the middle.

This object is exquisitely designed, and when it is turned over, there is a small mirror on the inner wall.

Li Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and then wiped it with his hand, and saw that the mirror was shining by itself, and there seemed to be shadows flashing inside. He hurriedly found a piece of rice paper, so that the light from the mirror just fell on the white paper, and a line of writing Then it danced in the light and vividly appeared on the paper: "Someone moved his hands and feet..."

The words on it flashed and disappeared, and they were connected together: "Someone has tampered with. When I counted the spirit stones in the formation, I found that it did not match the normal consumption of the ten square formation. It was inexplicably much less. I can't find out who it is. There are no traces of other formations. People who use hands and feet will not covet those broken spirit stones. He either secretly modified the ten square formations, or set up other formations nearby. It's just that my cultivation is low and I can't detect it. The secret life of people's methods is only seen. In addition, there is Wu Changtian among the Nine Sages of Nightmare Pedestrians, but I don't know who it is. There is a secret mirror on the finger. After entering the formation, break it open, and you can see the people outside the formation in the secret mirror. Scenarios, hasty instructions, many omissions, be careful."

The Ten Square Formation was set up jointly by both parties. It is impossible for Tianyan Department to buy all the magicians. many.

"Then it is more likely that there is another formation outside the formation..." Li Yun frowned and said, "But it is very strange. If the righteous way wins in the end, wouldn't the formation outside the formation be useless? If the winner is the devil If you repair them, once the outer formation strikes at them, Tianyan will violate the blood oath, and those who violate the blood oath will suffer ten times the oath backlash. Wouldn't they hurt one thousand enemies and eighty thousand themselves? Unless... ...This outer formation is not aimed at Moxiu at all."

It's not against Moxiu, of course it's against the other side.

Yan Zhengming tapped the edge of the white paper lightly with an old fan, and said: "Throw a group of red-eyed monks into the same formation, let them fight to the death, and the one who wins in the end will come out, and then be detained by the outside formation." , I think this sounds familiar."

Puddle asked, "What is it?"

Yan Zhengming: "It's like raising Gu."

The puddle immediately shivered. As a bird, she was afraid of bugs. She was really unique. She rubbed the goosebumps on her body and asked, "But isn't that Wu Changtian in there too? They don't care about him." La?"

"Tianyan Department is fighting like a black-eyed chicken, and it may not be the same force." Cheng Qian folded his arms on his chest and said, "That means we have to prepare to break the formation again——I only know superficially the formation method, so complicated. don't know."

Yan Zhengming: "Don't look at me, I don't understand either."

Li Yun scratched her hair vigorously: "I'm... well, but I'm outside the formation, so there's nothing I can do to help."

Yan Zhengming said: "This is easy to handle. Do you still have the golden clam water? Make a bowl by yourself, and I can hide you in my sleeve."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to have imagined the scene of himself carrying a toad, and immediately changed his words: "Forget it, it's still a small submerged belt."

Li Yun grinned grimly and beat his chest.

"..." Yan Zhengming threatened him for a while without changing his expression, and finally gave up, "Well, if you really don't want to, then think of other ways."

Li Yun turned serious: "Although I can't get in, there is one person who can."

As soon as he said this, other people understood it without saying it clearly. Han Yuan was the only one who was in the formation and mastered the formation.

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment: "It doesn't seem to be... no, I'm afraid I won't be able to touch it."

Although Han Yuan may not be willing to cooperate, in the hearts of everyone, he is trustworthy. Even if he is in a different camp, he is also "one of his own".

Yan Zhengming sighed slightly, and said, "Take out everything you have."

The True Dragon Banner, the powerful spells, pills, Ye Mingzhang, guide bugs and other things collected everywhere piled up in a pile.

Yan Zhengming made an inventory, and gave Cheng Qian a detailed explanation of how to use the few rare ones, and then he was a little worried-although it was not a bankrupt this time, it also cost a lot of blood, and Tian Yan probably couldn't let Tian Yan deal with it afterwards. Pay back the money.

"If you continue to lose like this, your family will be empty." Yan Zhengming thought, "It's over, let's take advantage of the chaos and make another fortune."

A good swordsman, thinking about money all day long, it's really bitter to think about it.

In a blink of an eye, it was Zishi.

The deeper the dew is, the ten square formations look more ethereal.

Han Yuan stood up first, and saw a furious black dragon flashing behind him, leaving a long winding shadow on the ground. In an instant, all the fires around him were completely extinguished, and the monks were terrified. Han Yuan Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and he tilted his head and smiled innocently, indescribably presumptuous.

Nightmare Pedestrian Nine Saints followed behind him, and this group of demon cultivators who seemed to be in harmony with each other walked into the formation first.

People outside can't see the ten squares, only two rows of candles at the door, a total of twenty candles are arranged on both sides.

As the ten people entered, the ten candles on one side suddenly lit up, and the thick metal base was filled with black air for an instant, reflecting the dragon on the candle's body as if carved alive, with ferocious fangs, and the black air rushed straight into the sky. .

At night, there was a strong wind in the mountain, but the candle flame seemed to be growing on the candle, no matter how it blew, it didn't move at all, and a little strange and chill came out of thin air.

At this time, the orthodox monks who got the scrolls came out in a sparse manner. This group of people were divorced and did not match their appearance. All of them looked indifferent, and they did not even look at Wu Changtian who was guarding the front of the formation. They filed in by themselves.

As they walked in one by one, the other row of ten candles lit up one by one. The candles on this side were much more plain, looking like ordinary white candles, standing crookedly in a row, as if mourning for someone.

Just as Cheng Qian was about to step in, Yan Zhengming suddenly stopped him: "Wait."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand, took off the old hairband on Cheng Qian's head, and pulled out a new one from his arms.Then, like an ordinary mortal, he picked up the headband, put his fingers together, and picked up Cheng Qian's hair with his hands, and tied it on, without revealing the breath of the puppet talisman.

Yan Zhengming looked at Cheng Qian for a while, feeling the urge to hug him, but in the presence of the crowd, he had no choice but to put his hands back silently, and said: "I don't think there may be one entrance in the ten squares, You may not be able to find anyone after you go in, so be careful... What do you look at, do you know that I treat you well now? Don’t get mad at me a few times in the future."

When Cheng Qian looked at him, he actually just thought he was long-winded, and felt that if this continued, "Niang Yan" would soon become "Niang Yan".

... But in order not to further anger the big brother, Cheng Qian was very clever and didn't say it.

When the two passed by Wu Changtian without looking sideways, Wu Changtian suddenly stopped Yan Zhengming: "Master Yan, please slow down."

Yan Zhengming turned his head sideways, raised one eyebrow, twirled the bamboo fan in his hand, and said with a smirk, "What advice do you have?"

Wu Changtian said: "My junior brother You Liang has been studying hard since the day he entered the kendo. He has never dared to slack off for a moment. He has never been exposed to such messy affairs before, and he is still a young man. The aptitude is not bad, when Wu is martyred, can you please ask the head of Yan to be difficult and discipline him?"

Yan Zhengming actually had a fondness for that stunned young sword cultivator. After all, primordial soul sword cultivators are rare. Except for a weirdo like himself, most of them have a persevering mind and few distracting thoughts.

However, he didn't show this little bit of goodwill, and just replied coldly: "When did the Fuyao faction become a junk collector? Besides, we are a small shabby household, and we dare not get involved with your high-ranking disciples from Tianyan." Ah, isn't Gu Yanxue's fate a lesson from the past?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhengming didn't even look at Wu Changtian, he pulled Cheng Qian and said, "Let's go."

But Cheng Qian couldn't help but look at Wu Changtian more. When monks say that they end their lives, they usually mean "falling", or like ordinary people, they use words like "death" and "not in this world", and rarely hear the word "martyrdom".

Always felt a little unusual.

Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming were clearly on the front foot and the back foot. After entering the ten square formation, neither of them saw the other. As Yan Zhengming expected, the entrance inside did not open to one side.

It was so quiet that one could hear one's own heartbeat, and the layout was like a coffin with one big end and one small end, eerie, with empty walls, a long and narrow path leading to nowhere, and a dark hole in front of it.

Cheng Qian held the Frost Edge Sword and walked along the path.

Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light in the darkness, Cheng Qian paused, and saw a figure on one side, standing there silently.

Is it the magician who is already waiting here?

Cheng Qian frowned, cupped his fists on his chest, and bowed his hands politely, but the man didn't say a word, and bowed his hands with the same movement.Cheng Qian swept his consciousness out calmly - there was no one there.

He tentatively took a few steps forward, but the sound of his footsteps only echoed on the whole path, making one's scalp tingle involuntarily. Cheng Qian made a hand gesture, and a cluster of cold flames floated in the air. About an inch above his finger, the surroundings suddenly lit up.

I saw that there was a mirror in the corner.

I don't know what kind of material the mirror is made of, and it is completely different from ordinary bronze mirrors. The figure in it is almost complete. Cheng Qian seldom looks in the mirror, let alone looks at himself so carefully.

The person in the mirror also holds a cluster of fire in his hand, the mirror surface does not scatter the light like ordinary bronze mirrors, the person in the mirror looks familiar at first glance, but looks a little strange upon closer inspection.

But how could there be a mirror here?

Just when he was wondering, the man in the mirror suddenly moved by himself!

"He" raised his head slowly, and smiled subconsciously. The sides of his slightly pointed and thin lips were raised, looking extremely malicious, and the corners of his slightly upturned eyes did not have any smile lines, and his gaze was like a deep pool.

Cheng Qian: "..."

For the first time, he knew that he could be so spooky.

However, the shock was the shock, Cheng Qian drew out the frost blade without hesitation, and swung the sword towards the mirror.

The person in the mirror suddenly jumped out of the mirror, his size, attire... and even the small wound on his neck left by the Demon Slayer were all exactly the same!

What's worse, he also carried an identical Frost Blade in his hand!

The mirror shattered behind the man in the mirror, but his movements were not restricted at all.

Which of the Nine Saints is this?What strange technique?

The next moment, two identical swords met in the air, making a toothache sound of "choking". Even the sword moves seemed to be taught by a master!

However, after this fight, Cheng Qian felt at ease—he knew the depth of the person in front of him, not to mention inferior to himself, and the sword moves were only superficial, and the sword intent was completely different, which showed that The weird mirror is really the devil's trick, and the person in front of him is just a layer of his own skin.

After being knocked away by a sword, the man in the mirror staggered a bit before falling to the ground. He stared coldly at Cheng Qian himself, his slender eyebrows were filled with black air, which made Cheng Qian very uncomfortable.He was planning to make a quick decision to finish this thing completely, when suddenly, the surroundings brightened up.

Several rows of shelves covered with black cloth were neatly lined up all around, and then all the black cloth fell down, and there were a dozen full-length mirrors facing each other, which was fatal—— There are countless reflections of Cheng Qian reflected in it!

Cheng Qian's scalp was numb, so he heard a "beep", as if something had emerged from the water, and then, a large group of people in the mirror who were exactly like himself came out of the mirror holding the sword in the mirror, They kept coming and going, and in an instant a sea of ​​people was woven around him.

Cheng Qian: "..."

This kind of magic cultivation should be dealt with by his senior brother, maybe it can cure his stinking problem of taking self-portraits in the mirror when he is fine!