Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

After figuring out this layer of joints, Yan Zhengming understood that it was time for him to travel down the mountain.

Dire waters and hot waters can exercise the body, joy and hatred can exercise the spirit.

Although the Fuyao wooden sword is an entry-level swordsmanship, it coincides with the ups and downs of ordinary people's life. The road where the world of mortals tumbles.

Not everyone can get this kind of enlightenment by chance and know where their bottleneck is. When ordinary practitioners encounter this situation, they will naturally be ecstatic and go upstream, waiting to break the wall.

But is Young Master Yan an ordinary person?

The words "traveling down the mountain" only flashed in his vase-like head for a moment, and then they were overwhelmed by all kinds of fantasies about eating and sleeping down the mountain and the inconvenience of traveling in prison.

As soon as he mentioned going down the mountain, just thinking about how much luggage he had to bring, Yan Zhengming's head turned into two big ones, and all the lazy muscles in his body came out to rebel, stumbling his way forward.

"Traveling?" In the end, the young master thought broadly, "Whoever wants to go, anyway, I won't go—the bottleneck is the bottleneck, don't care."

Yan Zhengming made up his mind. He planned to ignore the jerky and unsmooth point in the sword technique. Anyway, he had memorized the sword move, so he thought he had learned it all by himself. He would ask his master to learn the fourth move tomorrow.

This senior brother who had no ambitions and was able to get by, got lazy with peace of mind. He waved a few small stones and helped the master knock down the fourth junior brother who climbed up the tree and used a wooden sword to dig out the bird's nest. The direction was precise and the force was strong. appropriate.

Yan Zhengming looked at Han Yuan who was lying on the ground screaming and screaming, and felt that he had achieved a little success in kung fu, so he didn't need to be too serious.

After noon, the day's mutual torment between master and disciples finally came to an end.

Except for the eldest brother, everyone else went back to each courtyard, had a meal and rest, and worked hard in the afternoon - those who didn't want to work hard could play with the monkeys on the mountain.

Master Mu Chun freed all his disciples, but told them to observe the rules of the house, to be honest on the night of the [-]th day of every month, and not to run around in the mountains.

Only Yan Zhengming will stay in the afternoon and continue to face the old face of the master.

Seeing that the Taoist boys brought the wood and carving knives one after another, Li Yun explained to his two new juniors: "That is the spell, and the spell is divided into bright and dark. Yes, the most common one is wood. If you are a master, gold and stone can also be used as materials. Dark talismans are much more powerful. Water, air, and even thoughts can become talismans—but those are all legends, and no one has seen them However, I guess it takes a lot of power to do it.”

Cheng Qian pretended not to be curious, but actually pricked up his ears.

After all, spells are the root of immortal artifacts, and immortal artifacts are the most intuitive impression of ordinary people on cultivating immortals.

Han Yuan approached him familiarly and asked, "Second senior brother, what is great power?"

Li Yun grinned at him and said, "Whoever dares to say 'can' in this world has ascended to heaven long ago."

Han Yuan didn't have a good impression of the elder brother, but he also knew that he couldn't offend him. Besides, the little beggar was not as shameless as Cheng Qian, and he didn't remember his grudges deeply. A pack of pine nut candy was enough to make him laugh away his grudges.

He looked enviously at Yan Zhengming's unrestrained back, and asked Li Yun, "Brother, when can we learn to engrave that?"

"We can't learn it," Li Yun waved his hand, and said with pretended regret, "To learn amulets, you must first have a sense of energy—don't ask me what is a sense of energy, I don't know, but Master said it is a kind of ability. The mysterious feeling of communicating with the world... Master, you will understand later, don't pay too much attention to what he said, even if you do, you won't understand."

Li Yun has thin lips, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and he has a three-point smile when he doesn't smile, but he doesn't look like a good thing when he smiles. When he said this, he paused for a moment, and then frowned pretendingly: "But someone Those who don’t feel aura all their lives, some because of poor aptitude, and some because of bad luck.”

Han Yuan's face tightened when he heard this, and he straightened his back unconsciously: "That's a pity."

"Of course it's a pity," Li Yun said, "There is no sense of aura. No matter how well we practice this wooden sword, it is only for strengthening the body, and it is of no great use."

First of all, Cheng Qian didn't lose his mind after listening to Li Yun's words, because he had already decided that Yan Zhengming was an embroidered pillow. , It's better to die as soon as possible, ask the immortal to ask this heart, and go back to farm and do small business.

But when Li Yun said this, Cheng Qian could already hear the meaning and hook in his words.

Cheng Qian turned his head to meet Li Yun's gaze, and said slowly: "I heard the meaning of the second senior brother, why does it seem that he knows some way to awaken the sense of energy?"

Li Yun smiled at him, and even his eyebrows and eyes were bent, like a pair of black and white hooks, looking at Cheng Qian meaningfully, just watching, but not talking to him.

Cheng Qian didn't take the bait, and said indifferently: "Oh, that's great, I wish senior brother get his wish as soon as possible."

If there is really such a way to exercise the sense of energy, can Li Yun not do it for a year after getting started?It was clearly a bad idea to find someone to take the place of the dead ghost.

This kid has so many eyes, Li Yun's hooked eyes twitched.

Han Yuan, however, couldn't sit still. Hearing this, he immediately asked: "What? What method?"

So Li Yun gave up on Cheng Qian, and turned around to show off to Han Yuan: "You can't say it, it violates the rules of the house."

He said "can't tell", but his tone was "quickly ask".

Li Yun dug a big hole in front of him, and Han Yuan cooperated very well, and stepped into it without saying a word.

Han Yuan seemed to have made an irresistible bond with his newly-acquainted second senior brother in the great change just now, and kept asking, Li Yun "had no choice", "couldn't evade in every way", and finally whispered: "I see I wrote a book, which recorded the scenery of our Fuyao Mountain. It said that there is a big demon at the foot of the mountain. The qi and turbid qi are turbulent, and they will be in the mountain caves, and at this time in the back mountain caves, even mortals who have not yet started can feel the qi."

Li Yun's voice changed: "Of course, our head master has an order. All the disciples are forbidden to leave the courtyard on the first and 15th nights of every month. The mountain cave is even more forbidden. They can't go there."

Han Yuan listened thoughtfully.

Li Yun pretended to persuade: "Junior brothers are just getting started, maybe they haven't started to recite the school rules seven or seven times, right? It's clearly written in it. A good qualification like a junior brother must be done step by step. In practice, there will be a day when you will have a sense of qi, and you won’t have to think about taking shortcuts and breaking the rules all day long, right, Third Junior Brother?”

Cheng Qian replied with a half-smile: "Second Senior Brother is right."

Li Yun: "..."

Li Yun looked at Cheng Qian from top to bottom. His third junior brother, who doesn't like to talk, seems to have not yet reached the age of growth. He is thin and small, and no one can see his face when he lowers his head.

Li Yun was a little confused for a while, whether these three juniors were young and timid, not good at words, or did they have their hearts where they should grow up?

Cheng Qian's agreement made him choke, and Li Yun forced a smile: "The third junior brother is really cute."

Not far away, Yan Zhengming took a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus and sour plum soup handed over by Daotong. He just looked up and saw this scene. I saw a pair of ghost fetuses.

Yan Zhengming had a sudden whim, and turned his head to Daotong next to him and said, "You call that little...that shortest kid, I forgot again, what is it called?"

Daotong replied fearfully, "That's the Third Master Uncle Cheng Qian."

"Ah, it's just him," Yan Zhengming nodded, "Let him wait for me for a while, and when I finish practicing the spell, he will say that Master asked me to teach him how to use swords."

"He didn't say a word when I asked him to give advice, and now he's playing the banner of being a teacher again." Master Mu Chun thought slowly after hearing the words, but he raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Zhengming, and didn't open his mouth to reveal that the young master was here. It's lonely to grow so big on such a huge mountain, and it's rare to have a child to accompany him.

Dao Tong trotted forward to deliver the message, but Cheng Qian didn't comment, but thought that the senior brother might have taken the wrong medicine.

Han Yuan murmured reluctantly, "I still want to play with you later."

Cheng Qian glanced at him and thought, "You'd better be played by your second senior brother."

With such sarcasm in his heart, he bid farewell to Li Yun and Han Yuan as if nothing had happened, and waited quietly at the side as promised—of course not to wait for the young master Yan who didn't know whether he was a senior brother or a senior sister. "Full of curiosity.

It's a pity that soon, he discovered that the mystery of the spell is beyond the reach of people who have no sense of spirit - at least in his opinion, the senior brother did nothing all afternoon, just under the eyes of the master, holding a knife on the wood Engraved vertical road.

The only gain from this trip is to see the stern side of Master, an old man.

As he expected, the elder brother was an out-and-out embroidered pillow. After just sitting for a while, it seemed as if nails grew out of his buttocks.

Sometimes he thinks the bun is too tight and needs to be combed again, sometimes he thinks he is sweaty and wants to go back and change clothes, sometimes he wants to salute, and sometimes he wants to drink water... When the water is brought, he either thinks it is cold or hot Mouth, hate this, hate that, anyway, just can't sit still.

He also often has to distract himself, often has to look around, often has to slander Li Jun Muchun, and occasionally hums a new song composed by the maids in his heart, anyway, his mind is not on the wood carving at all.

Although Cheng Qian didn't understand what's so good about carving wood, he still looked down upon the elder brother's way of doing things and thought: "The lazy donkey grinds."

Master Mu Chun knew that his incompetent disciple would make such a fuss, so he put an hourglass on Yan Zhengming's desk. It's over, but as soon as he loses his mind, the sand will freeze immediately, and the hourglass for half an hour can often drag him until dark.

Yan Zhengming originally thought that the two of them, master and apprentice, could be a good friend in terms of "getting along", but every time it was time to practice the spells, the master went uncharacteristically and became a little unreasonable.

Master Mu Chun said that he actually entered the Tao with the sword, and those who entered the Tao with the sword are mostly determined, but there are exceptions, such as Young Master Yan, so they must be forged twice, so as not to be useless.

Cheng Qian looked aside for a while, and felt that it was of no benefit to him, so he looked away, and asked the Taoist next to him in a low voice for paper and pens, and he began to do homework for the day - first writing the rules of the school, and then writing the master The "Qingjing Sutra" read in the morning.

When Mu Chun saw him, his stern expression finally softened a little, and he waved to him: "Cheng Qian, come here, and your backlight."

Yan Zhengming frowned, and looked up at his master's triangular eyes.

Where is the backlight at noon?This is clearly the master trying to make him look good, to let him see that he is not as solid as this little one.

Yan Zhengming turned his head and glanced at Cheng Qian's writing, for a moment he forgot that he was the one who wanted to keep him, and said unreasonably angrily: "The dog's paws are more neat than this one."

After all, Cheng Qian was young and the city was limited, so he counterattacked without raising his head when he heard the words: "Thank you for the teaching, brother, it's useless to press the dog's paws neatly, because the beast can't sit still at all."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the hourglass meaningfully, and Yan Zhengming found out that the damn hourglass had stopped again.