Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

When Yan Zhengming left Fuyao Mountain, he was less than 17 years old. He was in his early twenties and concentrated on fencing his sword. His appearance has grown up, and he hasn't changed much.

Now that his primordial spirit has stepped into the domain of Sword God, his brows and eyes have not been stained by the years, but his temperament and demeanor have changed drastically.

The two gatekeepers looked at each other, and they both felt a little guilty. Fuyao Mountain is a paradise that few outsiders come to. The children have never seen such a great power, and the master is not at home.

The two teenagers were a little trembling, hesitated for a while, and the older ones had the courage to stop their companions behind them, and stepped forward.

He didn't dare to lift his eyes, bowed respectfully to the ground, and said politely: "My family's head just went out for a wandering yesterday, and I don't know the date of return. It's unfortunate that all the immortals came today. If you dare to ask the immortal's name, you will definitely report it in the future."

The younger boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, and Xiaoyuan's childish face was still intact, staring blankly at the group of them from a few steps away.

Yan Zhengming's throat was choked, and he really wanted to say, "You don't even recognize me?" But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember the names of the two children.

He seems to have returned to his previous life, looking across the century-old river of forgetfulness, everything has an impression, but it is vaguely not so real.

The folks say "the young and the old go back home", probably this is what it feels like?

Suddenly, the young Daoist blinked his eyes and said in shock: "Ah, Brother Garcinia, this person looks like our young master!"

Oh, that's right, this child's name is Garcinia——Yan Zhengming suddenly remembered that these Taoist boys were originally slaves of the Yan family. When he left home, the family carefully selected a batch and sent them here, which saved him trouble. , giving everyone a color name like a palette.At that time, he was pampered lawlessly, people around him came and went, he didn't take any of them to heart, he forgot the name he had given in a blink of an eye, he was extremely heartless.

I don't know how long I haven't heard the word "Young Master". When a group of people heard this, they all laughed.

Li Yun smiled and said: "Fuyao Mountain has been closed for more than 100 years, and you only have one day and one night. It seems that you don't know what day and night will be. Now he is not the young master, but the head. I am Li Yun, remember ?"

Gamboge opened his eyes wide, and stood there for a while in disbelief: "A hundred years?"

His eyes swept away aimlessly, and he saw a big locust tree under Fuyao Mountain, thick in embrace, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Garcinia stared at the big locust tree for a long while, then suddenly murmured: "It was planted by the sect leader before he left. He said that when the little tree grows a few times, you will be able to come back..."

Now it is as graceful as a cover.

Garcinia stretched out his hands in vain to calculate for a moment, and he didn't know what he had figured out. Then he raised his head and tried hard to recognize some familiar faces from everyone's faces: "You are the second, second uncle... and the third teacher... Uncle! Didn’t Third Master Uncle go up the mountain with the sect master the year before last? It’s only this big and tall...God..."

His eyes fell on the puddle, hesitating and not daring to call out.

Shui Keng said: "I am Han Tan."

Although Gamboge had some guesses, he still had some indigestion after seeing the people who grew up overnight.

The younger Xiaodaotong said bluntly: "The young master is the head? What about the head of Han? And the fourth uncle, didn't they come back together?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions darkened. Gamboge was clever and the best at observing people's words. When he saw this situation, he immediately slapped his companion: "As long as you talk too much, go to the mountain and report to them all. Don't be lazy, young master... Bah, the master and the others are back!"

Fuyao Mountain was completely bustling, and all the living things here left their posts without authorization, and came to look around. Who would have thought that just taking a nap, and waking up, the sun and the moon will be renewed?

Even the crane in front of the unknown hall circled and flew down. The crane has a spirit. Even though the puddle looks very different, it still remembers her smell.

After rubbing against the puddle, it stretched its neck and looked down the mountain, as if thinking that someone would come back.

Shuikeng had the least impression of Fuyao Mountain, and fell silently at the end, staring at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in the mountain. Looking at it, she remembered something again, and lowered her head a little lonely.

Someone beside her asked, "What's the matter, little girl?"

Shui Keng looked up, and it turned out to be Tang Zhen who was a guest.She was not familiar with Tang Zhen, but in the Bone Transformation Formation, Tang Zhen had saved her life from Xuan Huang, so he was somewhat kind.

She paused for a moment, forced a smile and said, "Senior, I'm over 100 years old, so I'm not a little girl anymore."

Tang Zhen said: "In your Tonghe clan, if you are over a hundred years old and your bones haven't grown yet, how can you not be considered a little girl?"

When Shui Keng heard the word "Tonghe", the forced smile on her face gradually dimmed. She sighed and said softly, "I'm not the real Tonghe."

Tang Zhen: "How do you say it?"

Although he was asking a question, Tang Zhen's expression was not surprised - this person seemed not surprised by anything.

Shui Keng is not her second senior brother who has a lot of thieves, and she is not very wary of others, not to mention that Tang Zhen has a lot of connections with the Fuyao sect, so he said without any scruples: "My mother is the demon queen of the demon valley in the back mountain, but my father It's not the demon king, I'm the demon queen and a person born alone."

Tang Zhen didn't seem to expect her to be so straightforward, and was slightly taken aback.

Shui Keng said again: "I heard that after I was born, I lived in an egg for more than 100 years. Others thought I was a dead egg. My mother put me on Linxiantai. I died because I trespassed on Linxiantai. No one has ever seen my own father's last name. I don't know if he is still alive. My surname is Master's, and my first name was casually chosen by the senior brother... It is such a name that is not easy to come by, and I can't hear it all year round. A few times, the seniors kept 'watering' and 'watering' all day long, as if they couldn't remember my name unless they wanted to scold me."

Although her words were complaining, there was a sense of indifference in her words. Tang Zhen was amused by her, and the sickness on his face seemed to recede a little.

Puddle wiped his nose, and said in a self-defeating manner: "Anyway, the second senior brother said, I am just a mixed chicken who doesn't want my father or mother to love me. Now that I go back to Fuyao Mountain, I might meet someone from the Demon Valley in the Houshan Mountain during the festival, the Demon King. Seeing my green hat, I still don’t know how I feel.”

Tang Zhen paused for a while, and opened his mouth to comfort her, but before he could say a word, Puddle blinked his eyes, mocking himself: "Oh, but it's really nothing, I heard that the demon king's heart is only as big as the tip of a needle, and I'm still a slut." I always wanted to kill me when I was in the egg, anyway, now that the senior brother in charge is here, he doesn’t dare to do anything to me, if he sees me and can cause some trouble, then I will take revenge for myself, haha, just in case He is so angry, maybe I will be the next demon king!"

This little bastard who doesn't care about his parents is quite ambitious, Tang Zhen silently swallowed back the words he was going to say, and said with a smile: "That's right."

The puddle ran to the front in a few steps, patted Nian Da's back with a gloomy expression, and said, "Nephew, you can't come back to life after death. Anyway, your father is still a Primordial Spirit cultivator. As long as the Primordial Spirit is not dead, he can Reincarnation, wait for you to formally enter, I will take you to the nine-story scripture building, there must be a way to find reincarnation!"

Nian Da looked at her with bloodshot eyes, and whispered: "Thank you, little uncle."

He used to be noisy and able to play two roles, but now he seems to have settled down after a great tragedy.

Nian Dada looked up at Fuyao Mountain, and the grand sights of the world flashed through his eyes, without distraction, he just thought silently: "Is it because I'm so useless?"

Cheng Qian turned around inadvertently, and seeing the eyes of his cheap apprentice, his heart suddenly moved.

The efforts of every young person seem to start under the eyes of "I'm too useless". The world turns around, and it seems that a complete circle has been achieved from generation to generation, and it goes back and forth.

Yan Zhengming suddenly pulled him from the side, and whispered dissatisfiedly: "Hey, it depends on what he does, why don't you look at me more."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He is now starting to regret what he said in Shimushizi, because he feels that this big brother who is very good at going down the slope is a bit sloppy.

After all, Fuyao Mountain is a place of pure cultivation, so it is not convenient to sing and dance.

In the evening, Yan Zhengming just called everyone and held a simple banquet in the open space in front of the preaching hall.

The chef was specially sent by the Yan family back then. When the dishes were served, the chef was still a little dazed. Aren't the young master and his juniors on Fuyao Mountain the day before still growing up for extra meals?

In a blink of an eye, the fasting of bigu and the prohibition of alcohol are banned!

During the banquet, Cheng Qian packed something and left the banquet alone.

It is more than 50 miles from Fuyao Mountain to Taiyin Mountain, but Yujian only takes a moment.

The residual bloody smell around the Ten Square Formation lingered, and all the people had left. Some of them died and were not buried, and the corpses were lying alone in place, waiting to become one with the heaven and the earth.

Han Yuan's whole figure seemed to have melted into darkness.

Hearing the deliberately heavy footsteps, Han Yuan turned his head slightly, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't tell whether it was himself or his demon who was not good at speaking.

Cheng Qian held the frost blade in his hand, walked over silently, sat down beside him, and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms.

There was a little oil stain on the edge of the oiled paper bag, but it was still warm.Cheng Qian threw the paper bag into Han Yuan's arms, brushed away the dust on the remnants of the Ten Square Formation, and sat down beside him.

Han Yuan opened it, and saw a pack of crystal clear pine nut candies inside, mixed with a subtle scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, each one was cut into the size of a thumb, one by one, no one would stick to anyone.

The big devil was stunned for a moment, he didn't say anything rude, and he didn't feel grateful, he just picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Han Yuan's cheeks were thin enough to see the bones, and he looked mean and unlucky. A piece of sugar was stuffed in, and his cheeks swelled up. His face was still stained with blood. He tasted it too seriously, and frowned. , with bitterness and hatred on his face, as if swallowing medicine.

He didn't stop talking, for a moment, even the crumbs were gathered together, and he proudly threw his head back into his mouth.

Cheng Qian saw a bit of toothache from the side, so he asked, "Drink water?"

"Drink," Han Yuan said, "I'm dying."

Cheng Qian made a gesture, and a small amount of cold air condensed in the air, forming a bumpy cup, which attracted some water and handed it to him.

Han Yuan swallowed dryly, sighed, and said, "The first sweet thing I've ever eaten in my life is pine nut candy."

Cheng Qian: "Given by the elder brother."

Han Yuan glanced at him and said, "You gave it to me. I thought it was incredible at the time. I thought that if there was such a delicious thing, the little beggars would break their heads and kill themselves to grab it. How could you just give it to me?" For me, if it's not heartless, it is too kind to me."

Cheng Qian said with a smile: "No, it's just that I didn't like the elder brother at the time, and I didn't bother to eat his food."

Han Yuan was silent for a while, then said with a smile, "I think so."

Then he asked again, "Are you okay?"

Needless to say, Cheng Qian knew that he was talking about Mount Fuyao, so he nodded lightly and said, "It's the same as before—you can see it when you come back in the future."

Han Yuan paused, smiled strangely, and said, "Stop teasing me, little senior brother, what did master tell you before he died? 'If you are guilty and unforgivable, your fellow disciples need to clean up the house themselves'. Have you eaten the candy?"

Cheng Qian turned his head and looked at him firmly: "Are you unforgivable?"

Han Yuan's expression changed slightly, and in a split second, Cheng Qian could tell that the coward Han Yuan had run away again, and the person who was talking to him had become a demon.

The heart demon Han Yuan glanced at him lazily: "Everyone in Tianyan has become a street rat. I think the emperor's house is almost in a bad state. When I'm exhausted, someone will rebel, and my anger is also out. It’s refreshing too, it’s up to you whether you’re guilty or not.”

Cheng Qian shook his head and avoided answering. He glanced at the frosty moonlight: "I'm leaving, come back tomorrow."

"I want that milk cake tomorrow," Han Yuan touched his stomach, and added, "It's too sweet, I don't feel comfortable after eating it, please bring me half a chicken."

Cheng Qian waved his hand, and the frost blade flashed like a shooting star and disappeared.

When he returned to Fuyao Mountain, the banquet was over, Cheng Qian walked straight back to his Qing'an residence, and Garcinia was waiting for him.

Seeing that he seemed a little nervous, Garcinia took two steps forward to take the sword in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Sir... the master is here."

"Oh, I'm here to study the thoughts left by the master, so that everything can be turned into stone." Sect Leader Yan said with a pretentious expression.

Cheng Qian glanced at the legendary altar on the stage of no regrets, only to see a wine jug placed on it, and without breaking him, he said casually, "What did you find out?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at Garcinia who had just been transferred to Qing'anjuli.

Gamboge was not very old, but he was very clever, and immediately knew that he was in the way, so he found an excuse and ran away.

Yan Zhengming: "What did you do?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, just smiled.

Yan Zhengming immediately understood and understood. He didn't ask any more questions, but just slapped his hand that was reaching for the jug: "Don't move, the wine is nothing to you, pour it in a glass."

Cheng Qian's eyes fell on the wish-fulfilling stone. He has copied countless scriptures on this stone since he was a child, and when he closed his eyes, he could even silently count how many pits there were on it. On the stone, the light of the orchid is reflected on the stone, making the hand appear as white as jade.

Yan Zhengming said that looking at the stone was just an excuse. At this time, he focused on Cheng Qian's hand, sipped his drink one after another, and served his junior brother with wine.

Cheng Qian frowned suddenly: "Huh?"

Yan Zhengming said absently, "What?"

Cheng Qian: "I always feel that something is flowing inside this stone."

Although the stone looked like a pool of water before, it was stagnant and stagnant water. At this moment, Cheng Qian felt that the light and shadow inside it changed, as if it was moving.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengming took out a small bottle from his arms, squeezed out a few drops of grass-like water, spread it on the stone surface, and quickly condensed into a layer of water film the size of an inch.

Looking through the water film, the texture of the stone seems to be magnified countless times, and the delicate stone quality can be clearly seen.

Cheng Qian came up and asked, "What is this? Did the second senior brother do it?"

Yan Zhengming: "Well, that's what he's used for - it's called blinding leaf juice. Generally, it doesn't matter if it's blinding, or if there's any slight fluctuations, you can magnify it on the surface with a few drops."

The two waited for a while, only to see that the water film covered by the grass juice was very quiet, and there was no change for a long time.

Instead, when Cheng Qian approached, the airflow brought by his breath brushed over Yan Zhengming's face gently, making him feel a little flustered involuntarily.

Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian's side face, remembering his own background, he leaned back his upper body, coughed dryly, and said, "It's been so many years, maybe it's your illusion?"

Afterwards, he turned his gaze quietly in Qing'anju: "It's still quiet here, I always feel that there is a fairy spirit in the bamboo forest behind, which is very suitable for retreat."

As soon as this remark came out, Yan Zhengming regretted it a little. Although he intended to stay here and not leave, he didn't want to sound so anxious.

This doesn't feel like a big brother, like a disciple.

As someone else's senior brother, I always feel bad and shameless.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Qian didn't understand what he meant at all, and continued absent-mindedly: "Do you want to retreat?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

This incomprehensible idiot.

Cheng Qian actually felt that it made sense, and said: "That's right, you've been running around since you entered the Sword God Realm, and you haven't had a chance to retreat and consolidate your realm. Besides, I didn't have a deep understanding of sword intent when I was refining that wooden sword. You really should Refining again...uh, what's wrong?"

Yan Zhengming looked at him sullenly.

Cheng Qian was puzzled, and asked: "Is it still about the wooden sword... Hasn't the two of us already uncovered it?"

Not only is he incapable of empathy, but he is also very good at lifting whichever pot is left unopened.

Yan Zhengming stood up holding the jug, and said angrily: "You think well, whoever exposes it to you will get angry when you see it, and leave."

Cheng Qian quickly went through the conversation just now in his mind, and stopped him with a flash of inspiration: "Hey, senior brother!"

Yan Zhengming had some expectations.

At this time when the frost and dew were heavy and the night was quiet, Cheng Qian suddenly thought in his heart: "He came here at this time, he has nothing to do, what does it mean to leave after a few words?"

As soon as this thought came up, his throat felt a little dry, but then he thought again: "In the middle of the night, I opened my mouth to keep him, was it abrupt? Eldest brother often convulses, what if there is no such meaning?"

He weighed it inwardly, feeling that it was still a bit abrupt, so the words turned a corner at the edge of his mouth.

Cheng Qian said sincerely: "If you think other places are noisy, you can retreat here with me, and I will protect the law for you."

Yan Zhengming thought to himself: "Shut your head, I'm so mad."

So he didn't say a word, and with a stride that seemed to be a meteor, it took him a long time to dawdle to the door of Qing'anju, and got stuck on the threshold of the small courtyard with mud that didn't exist.

Master Yan thought very uncomfortablely: "If you don't keep me, I have to go."