Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

When Cheng Qian woke up, he was already in the stone mustard seed.

The sun has not yet risen to the middle of the sky, and Shijiazi has become the kind of small courtyard that was propped up by the side of the Suzaku Pagoda. The green shade hides the blood, like a short-lived paradise.

A hand rests on his forehead.

Cheng Qian pulled that hand down, and when he opened his eyes, he saw himself lying on the elder brother's lap.

Yan Zhengming's palm had several fine new wounds. If you look closely, there are also calluses left by holding the sword for a long time, which seems to be covered with old wind and frost. Now there is only a seemingly clean back of the hand, which is still intact. Pretend to be able to handle a task with ease.

Yan Zhengming let him hold it, but he didn't show a good face. He raised his eyebrows, made an impatient expression, and said, "Get up quickly when you wake up, your legs are numb."

Cheng Qian was so weak that he lay on his lap, staring at him steadily.

Yan Zhengming felt uncomfortably stared at by his blunt gaze, so he said, "Almost frozen into a zombie, right? Let's see if you try again next time..."

Cheng Qian suddenly didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he brought his hand to his mouth without saying hello, and kissed the back of his hand lightly.

Yan Zhengming immediately couldn't keep counting. He took a small breath full of restraint, and at the same time shivered slightly, crookedly trying to hold back his illusion of composure, his tongue knotted for a while, feeling a little "tender" Rigio".

He groaned for a while, then said in a low voice: "I don't think you are seriously injured, and you still have the heart to tease the head."

When Sect Leader Yan said this, his face was expressionless, his expression was dignified and solemn, as if he was about to go to the errand of saving the dead, but his voice was so gentle that water could be squeezed out, and there was a lot of distraction in his seriousness.

The implication is that she just wants to be teased again.

It's a pity that Cheng Qian didn't have that flair. He held his heart full of sincerity in his left hand, and his right hand held the romance on paper, and a wooden stake was pierced in the middle.

The wooden pile didn't answer, but turned over and put his arms around Yan Zhengming's waist, and buried himself under his chest.

There was peace and silence in the stone mustard seeds, and Cheng Qian's mind first flashed through the chaos outside, such as "Oath from the Ten Directions", "Listening to the Universe", what is the righteous way and the evil way... all kinds of troubles came out of his heart. The team roared past, and was swept away by the exhausted Cheng Qian with one sleeve, he thought to himself: "Whatever, I want to sleep first."

Yan Zhengming's familiar scent was mixed with a bit of bitter medicinal fragrance. Cheng Qian nestled in his arms, his heart was peaceful and clear, and he couldn't help but think of the absurd dream in Fuyao Mountain Villa.

When he grew up to such an age, the only couples he had seen with his own eyes were peasants and village wives living together. Those mortals were gossiping and noisy all day long, and they couldn't see any special affection.During these years, Cheng Qian was either practicing or retreating, or was wandering along the world, and before he even had time to learn how to be ignorant, he was driven to the shelves and poured a pot of human love on his head.

Cheng Qian could only rely on himself, groping around like a headless chicken.

Yan Zhengming was caught off guard by him on the first floor, and his arms were immediately hung on the side, and he froze for a moment without any strength. He found that Cheng Qian had no intention of letting him go, so he asked amusedly and helplessly: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, and half-opened his eyes in a daze. There seemed to be a faint and tired smile in his eyes, and he glanced at Yan Zhengming: "Senior brother..."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Half of his soul was taken away by Cheng Qian's gaze, and he couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate, but after waiting for a long time, he couldn't wait for Cheng Qian to say a word, and when he looked again, Cheng Qian went silent on his own.

Fell asleep?

It was only then that Yan Zhengming realized that he was a bit of a motivator, and carefully put down his hands that had nowhere to rest, put one on Cheng Qian's waist, and the other through his hair scattered on his knees, talking to himself authentically : "Scream and say nothing, you are really getting more and more presumptuous."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Cheng Qian, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly spoke, and he said very softly but unambiguously: "I don't know how to treat you well, but no matter what, I will never betray you. "

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The first time he heard this, he was stunned for a while, and asked as if sleepwalking: "What did you say?"

It is enough to say the important thing once, Cheng Qian refused to say any more, hugged him tightly with both hands, and turned his head slightly, this time he was really going to sleep.

However, Yan Zhengming grabbed his shoulder relentlessly, and chattered endlessly: "Bongqian, what did you say just now, tell me again!"

Cheng Qian was woken up abruptly by him several times, and was so annoyed that he thought to himself, "It's so noisy, I can't stop it."

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't speak left and right. Cheng Qian was shocked to find that one day he would not have the heart to open his mouth to scold him.

Cheng Qian then raised a finger to his mouth, eyes still closed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a plausible smile.

Yan Zhengming's eye sockets suddenly became hot, and he held his breath in his chest. After a while, he felt a slight pain.

He was always suspecting that Li Chengqian did that just because he got a glimpse of his demons, and it was an expedient measure to keep him from being trapped by the demons. He may not be sincere about these things, and he may not really understand them.

Even if it is sincere, if he delays his practice in the future, won't he regret it?

Until he heard these words, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that even if Xiaoqian really got bored with him one day, holding these words would be enough to support him through his long monk career.

What's more, Cheng Qian has always promised money, and there is no one in the world who knows better than him.

The Ten Square Formation under Taiyin Mountain finally became a farce.

Tang Zhen's big gossip plate did not know what kind of god it was made of, it didn't break until the ten square formation was broken, and Yiran fell from the sky and landed on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

The blood oath is still there, so according to the agreement, the current situation is that Moxiu loses.

It's a pity that no one will care about winning or losing for a while.

The third prince exploded and died, and the bone formation was broken. The monks who had recovered their breath rushed forward and took down Xuanhuang who had been in a stalemate with Tang Zhen for a long time.

After the incident was over, everyone who was full of hatred looked at each other, and they simply didn't know where to start.

It was Tian Yanchu who used the ancient demon-eliminating seal to force all the sects here to fight against Moxiu. Although this battle was anticlimactic, many masters were trapped in the ten square formation, and they were rebelliously set up by Tian Yanchu in the middle. The situation was messed up, and the Bone Formation Formation was planted. The Third Prince turned against the spies lurking in various sects, and killed more people than those who died in the Ten Square Formation. This is another blood debt that has nowhere to pay.

However...the one who finally broke through the formation with his body and released everyone from the bone formation was still the people from Tianyan.

The love triangle is enough to make people burn, let alone the hate triangle.

The foot of Taiyin Mountain was full of devastation, those who collected the corpses, those who healed the wounds, the Nine Sages were dead, and most of the demon cultivators were injured.

According to the agreement, Han Yuan should go to the capital with Tianyan, but there are basically few people left in Tianyan's cannibalism - Wu Changtian died, Xuanhuang was hanged up by various sects to question his teacher, and You Liang took him away in a daze After taking off Wu Changtian's clothes, he has disappeared, leaving a group of small fish and shrimps, no one dares to provoke him even if there is a blood oath.

As a result, Han Yuan, the world's number one demon, squatted bored at the door of Shijiezi, neither going in nor going far.

Li Yun came out of the stone mustard seeds, stared at him with complicated emotions for a while, raised his hands and feet in the air for a while, and then put them down sadly - he was a little dazed, but the people in front of him were no longer following him to dig out the bird's nest that child.

Han Yuan looked back at him when he heard the sound, but said nothing.

Li Yun: "What are you going to do?"

Han Yuan thought about it calmly, and asked slightly mockingly, "Can I count if I say so?"

Li Yun was speechless for a while, and Han Yuan asked again: "Is Cheng Qian still alive?"

Li Yun: "...just out of strength, he will be able to adjust his breath after a while."

Han Yuan sneered and said, "Really? I think your head Yan was so anxious just now, it seems that his wife is about to give birth."

Li Yun: "..."

Han Yuan looked up at the small courtyard made of stone mustard seeds, and saw the puddle sitting on the wall looking at him from a distance, but couldn't come over.

It may be that there is nothing to say, or it may be that he is afraid of him.

Who told him that he was going to blow her bones?

Han Yuan seemed to be laughing at himself, but also seemed to be cynical and sneered. Feeling that he might be an eyesore here, he turned and walked towards the remnant formation of the Ten Square Formation.

After hesitating for a while, Li Yun suddenly called out to stop him.

Li Jun seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, as he admitted at the side of the mountain pool that he deliberately tricked Han Yuan into the back mountain, and said just now: "You know that Fuyao Mountain is not open until now, because the master is in the palm of your hand." Is the three locks of heaven, earth and man added to the door seal?"

Han Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him indifferently, as if saying, "This is an internal matter of your sect, what has it to do with me".

Li Yun looked at him fixedly, and said, "To open the lock, we need the true energy of five of us—five of us, including you."

When Han Yuan heard this, he was surprised at first, and then his face twitched slightly, as if he had been slapped by the person closest to him, and a heartfelt grievance filled his heart out of thin air, and he had nowhere to express it.

Li Yun lowered his voice and asked, "Xiao Yuan, is it really the Three Lives Secret Realm that fell out of the sleeve of the Third Prince? What did you see inside?"

Han Yuan sneered: "Are you happy to see all of you dead?"

Li Yun listened to the sarcasm that seemed like a stranger, but he didn't say anything for a while, but there was sadness on his face.

At this time, the puddle on the top of the Shijiazi wall suddenly said: "The Secret Realm of the Three Lives is considered the way of heaven. My Fuyao faction has only followed the way of humanity since ancient times. It has nothing to do with those who believe who...who...uh, that, that What……"

The last word was obviously quite indecent, and Puddle didn't dare to say it, and hemmed and hawed past it.

Whether it was the previous words or the offensive words in the back, it didn't sound like her tone. Han Yuan listened and raised his mouth slightly: "Tell Master Yan for me, and mind his own affairs."

After speaking, he took a few steps, then stopped suddenly, and his body changed owners again in a blink of an eye.

This Han Yuan even turned his head and smiled at Li Yun, then took out a palm-sized scale from his arms, and said, "Second Senior Brother, please pass this on to Senior Senior Brother."

Li Yun stretched out his hand to catch the dragon scale flying towards him. The dragon scale seemed to be dyed with ink, and there was a faint light in the sun. Putting his hand on it, he could feel the faintly flowing true essence inside.

After Han Yuan finished speaking, he strode up to the high platform of the remnant ten-square formation, and sat down cross-legged as if there was no one else around, as if he was provoking the whole world with his own body - I am here, what can you do to me?

Li Yun held the black dragon scale in his hand and looked at it for a while, then waved to the puddle and said, "Send it to the senior brother in charge."

Shui Keng wondered, "Why don't you go?"

Li Yun stuffed the black dragon scales to her unreasonably, and said with a stern face: "Go quickly, is the senior brother not going to stop you?"

Puddle inexplicably picked up the black dragon scale, flipped in the stone mustard seeds, and rushed in.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered, she saw something she shouldn't have seen—Cheng Qian was lying on the elder brother's lap with no shape or money. His body was either bloodstained or stained, and there were burnt places, and the other person didn't wash his hands once. The elder brother who had been screaming for a long time actually bent down without any qualms, and kissed him between the eyebrows.

Puddle stuck one leg on the threshold, neither advancing nor retreating, holding the black dragon scale in a swearing posture, and was stunned.

She thought to herself: "I'm going to have the eye of a needle... No, I'm going to be silenced!"

Yan Zhengming seemed to have obtained the greatest reliance in the world. He looked up at the puddle almost calmly, and asked in a low voice with a natural attitude, "What's the matter?"

When the puddle met his gaze, he shivered violently, and blurted out: "I... I will not let Li Yun go even if I am a ghost!"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Only then did Shui Keng come back to his senses, and quickly put down the black dragon scale: "Oh, no, Fourth Senior Brother asked me to bring it to you."

Yan Zhengming nodded: "Did you say what I asked you to tell him?"

"...I said it," Shui Keng said, "Fourth senior brother asked me to tell you to take care of your own affairs."

Yan Zhengming snorted, probably scolding something, looked up and saw the puddle was still staring at the two of them, coughed dryly, and asked, "What are you looking at, what else do you want?"

This voice seemed to frighten the fragile heart of the puddle, she shook her head, and ran away without saying a word... Before she left, she tripped over the threshold of paying back the original.

Han Yuan sat on the remnant site of the Ten Square Formation for three days, but everyone still didn't come up with a regulation. The magic dragon is like a hot potato. When he arrived, no one knew what to do with him.

Han Yuan went all the way north from southern Xinjiang, blood flowed into rivers along the way, causing a turbulent catastrophe, which can be described as a heinous crime that deserves to be punished.

If he could die in the Ten Square Formation, it would be the best ending, but not only did he refuse to die, but he also survived with his whole body and his cultivation intact.

This is troublesome.

Right now, the Fuyao faction is avoiding suspicion and refuses to speak out. Tian Yanchu has brought the matter to this point, and has no face to speak out. It's a little lighter, not to mention being severely injured by the traitor from Tianyan, and he can't take care of himself for a while.

Tang Zhen has been healing his wounds, other sects are either not worthy enough, or they are unwilling to offend the Fuyao sect because of this, and no one dares to stand up and say "this person should be killed".

The situation is deadlocked.

When the Fuyao sect came out from the stone mustard seeds, they saw Han Yuan, who was supposed to be a prisoner, sitting on the ten square platform with a look of disdain for the world.

Yan Zhengming waved his hand to put away the Shimushi Seeds, all sects immediately cast their eyes on it, and finally Liu Lang came over and asked respectfully: "Senior Tang sent me to ask, I wonder where Sect Leader Yan is going?"

Yan Zhengming said: "After traveling abroad for many years, it's time to go back to the sect. I plan to go back and open Fuyao Mountain. If Brother Tang doesn't mind it, you might as well come and stay for a while."

The people who listened with their ears upright immediately whispered to each other. A few years ago, the word "Fuyao" was still unknown. After the incidents of Suoxiantai and Taiyin Mountain, I am afraid that everyone will know it now. .

Even the devils in southern Xinjiang are spreading rumors that there are rare treasures in Fuyao Mountain, so everyone is of course very curious.

It's a pity that no one has the courage to peep.

At this time, Rokuro asked the second question that everyone cared about.

Liu Lang said: "Then congratulations to Master Yan, Senior Tang asked me to ask, what is Fuyao's position on the matter of the magic dragon?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at Tang Zhen who was not far away, and refused to reveal his words first, and said: "This matter should have been adjudicated by Tianyan, but since they are gone, I think it's better to let the notary Brother Tang talk about it." ?”

Tang Zhen clasped his fists from a distance and said, "Don't dare—you all suffered injuries in the Bone Transformation Formation. I think it's better to suppress this matter, and let you report it to the major sects after repairing it. On the fifteenth day of next month, we agreed to gather here , can we discuss this matter again?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Han Yuan again, and said indifferently: "I believe that as a person, Han Zhenren must disdain to abscond with blood oath."

Han Yuan snorted coldly without raising his eyelids.

Compared with the weirdness of the three princes who claimed to be righteous in the world before, if Han Yuan really kept his promise and locked himself in the ten-square formation for a month, it would look quite stylish.

Furthermore, Taiyin Mountain is at Fuyao's feet, and for Fuyao's sake, the various sects might really give him a break. Yan Zhengming is like a mirror in his heart, knowing that Tang Zhen seems to be fair, but actually intends to let Han Yuan go. I was relieved.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Han Yuan, and thought, "I can't die, and I deserve this bastard to suffer from wind, frost and rain for a month."

So he said decisively: "Let's go."

At the foot of Taiyin Mountain, the monks gradually dispersed, and Tang Zhen was invited to go to the former site of Fuyao Mountain together with everyone in Fuyao Mountain.

The three locks of Tiandiren were fully unlocked, Yan Zhengming stood at the foot of the mountain and took a deep breath calmly, Cheng Qian gently supported his waist where no one could see.

The star dust in the seal of the head of the sect changes, and the spiritual consciousness of the past dynasties overlaps, echoing the mountain from afar.

In the early years, the old place that was wandering in the rivers and lakes, and dared not mention it because of fear of being coveted by others, has finally reappeared in the world openly, and no one dares to come uninvited, and no one dares to insult or despise.

Over the past hundred years, Yan Zhengming has been helpless in front of the three mountain closure orders that seem to never be able to be opened countless times, despaired countless times, and complained to Master countless times. Only now did he understand the deep meaning.

If he hadn't thought about it, how could he take over such a heavy ancestral inheritance?

With a loud bang, Fuyao Mountain opened.

For a hundred years in the world, the mountains are still the same, with towering branches, jumping to and fro in the mountains.

On the halfway up the mountain, the signs of Fuyao Mountain are indistinct, and at the foot of the mountain, you can still vaguely see Master's thatched hut that is incompatible with the surrounding area.

For a hundred years, time seems to have stood still.Nothing seems to have changed in the slightest. The Taoist boy they didn't take away was standing on both sides of the mountain gate, stretching his waist, as if he just woke up from a short nap, and looked at the few people who left home as a young boy in shock. , almost dare not admit it.

The order to close the mountain was scattered with the wind, and the frozen time finally flowed again like thawed water.

In the distance, Han Yuan sat alone in the ten-square formation, raised his head quietly, and tears were streaming down his face.