Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The soles of Yan Zhengming's shoes were almost stuck, and Cheng Qian was still looking at him three steps away, hesitant to speak, as if he was a little helpless and helpless.

Yan Zhengming was like this when he was a child. He thought the stool was cold and refused to sit on it, so he stood there with a displeased face and said nothing, waiting for the many maids and Taoist boys to figure out his intentions. Anyway, there are so many Taoist boys. One or two clever ones were able to respond, saving him the tongue.

It's a pity that Cheng Qian is the only one here, and no one is used to him.

Yan Zhengming struggled with heaven and man in his heart for a moment, and suddenly he figured it out in the "desperate situation". He turned his heart and thought: "Since he dared to say that in Shijiazi, what can I do if I have no shame?"

So Yan Zhengming raised his head and drank the wine in the jade pot in one breath. The wine was strong and courageous. He turned the bow of the boat and walked in front of Cheng Qian with a dignified and calm face. Doves and magpies went straight through Qing'anju's yard declared to Cheng Qian bluntly, "I'm not leaving today."

This face-changing became faster than turning the pages of a book, and there was no cloud or sunshine.

Cheng Qian didn't react: "Uh...ah?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at him: "Why, do you have an opinion?"

Cheng Qian had no opinion, only intentions.

Yan Zhengming didn't see the outlander emissary and said, "Ask your little Taoist boy to put the bath water for me."

Cheng Qian stood in a daze for a moment, his heart beating wildly, and he turned around and went out in a panic.

There is a small pond in the backyard of Qing'anju. It is running water, crystal clear and sweet in the mouth. There is a purification spell at the bottom of the stream upstream of the pond, and the water in it can be drunk.

Cheng Qian didn't disturb Gamboge, and didn't pretend to be someone else. He did it himself, and drew a circle of charms with a little bit of strokes, and heated the water in the small pool. Like a fairyland.

Cheng Qian squatted by the pool to test the water temperature himself. After working for a long time, he suddenly felt as if he had raised a cat that was difficult to take care of.

He was about to get up when Yan Zhengming stood behind Cheng Qian without making a sound.

Yan Zhengming mustered up his courage with a little drunkenness, and before Cheng Qian could stand up completely, he hugged him by the waist.

In fact, his palms were covered with sweat, and he wiped it on Cheng Qian's belt calmly. At the same time, he dragged his long and lazy voice, slapped his swollen face and pretended not to care, and said, "You This place is nice, why don't you come and wash together?"

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but blurted out: "...Elder brother, why are you shivering?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Beside the pool surrounded by immortal energy, the two were speechless for a moment.

Cheng Qian realized that he seemed to have said something wrong for a while, and quickly tried to remedy it: "No, that..."

He didn't finish his sentence, when suddenly he came back with great force, and the senior brother who became angry hugged him and jumped into the pool. The water that was too warm for Cheng Qian quickly soaked his clothes and wrapped him around, Cheng Qian knotted up. He trembled firmly, and before he could speak, Yan Zhengming had already pressed him to the edge of the pool, staring at him with burning eyes.

Yan Zhengming held up Cheng Qian's face with one hand, and gently brushed his fingertips across the wet face. His mind went blank for a moment, and he was so drunk by the hot water.

At this point, he decided to fight it out, and kissed her without saying a word.

The water was hot, and the elder brother's palm was even hotter. Cheng Qian couldn't breathe for a moment, and he couldn't help but move a few times. It turned out that it was just this little movement, and Yan Zhengming immediately let go of him and put some Back off cautiously.

Cheng Qian was not much more awake than him, like a fish thrown out of the water, panting for a few breaths, with some pain in his chest, staring at Shang Yan Zhengming with embarrassment—with an indescribable longing, but he didn't dare to go beyond it. Lei Chi took a step.

Cheng Qian searched his stomach for a while, and asked in a low voice a little astringently: "Brother, do you... want to do double cultivation with me?"

Yan Zhengming was speechless, feeling that at this moment, it would be more appropriate for him to turn around and run out to cry.

"You understand so well, you know what double cultivation is," he growled dumbfounded, "Shuangxiu is a fart! I just like you and want to get close to you, can't I?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

After Yan Zheng yelled, he stared at him nervously again, pecked the corner of his mouth with his probe, and immediately asked, "Will you regret it?"

The word "close" perfectly evoked the scene that Cheng Qian saw with his eyes opened in Zhaoyang City. He didn't have a good impression of it.

This unbearable point ignited thoughts outside the rules in his heart, like when he went to a mountain cave when he was young and passed through the Valley of Demons, and looked down from a high place, he clearly felt the unspeakable danger, but he still couldn't help but feel Probe down.

Cheng Qian said, "It's long-winded."

With this bit of excitement stemming from taboos, and according to his impression of passing by, he unwittingly tore off Yan Zhengming's wet clothes. He was a little at a loss when he was done, not knowing where to start, so Cheng Qian made a move. Paused, racking his brains to recall how others did it.

He suddenly regretted that he hadn't read it carefully at the time—for the first time in his life, he felt what it means to "hate the book when it is used up".

…until he was pressed against the wall of the pool involuntarily by the elder brother.

Yan Zhengming has been suppressed for too long, and he has endured it for too long, and he no longer wants to be polite to him.

From then on, someone began to regard himself as the master of Qing Anju.

On the first day of Yan Zhengminglai's stay in Qing'an Residence, it was rare for Cheng Qian to go to bed late. When he opened his eyes and saw him, he felt very sweet in his heart. Although he was a little awkward, it was not a big deal. Senior brother only occasionally loves him Just for this one time, Cheng Qian felt that he could do whatever he wanted.

On the third day of Yan Zhengming's stay in Qinganju, Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore. Yan Zhengming tossed his Qing'anju so that it was neither clear nor restful, and he was very clingy - the head of Yan has his own way of clinging to people One thing, he is not an ordinary clingy, he always just gives a hint, asking others to stick it back immediately after receiving it, so that he can act like "who told me to be your senior brother, I should coax you" uncle shape.

In case Cheng Qian didn't react, or occasionally didn't bother to talk to him, be prepared to be picked on for a whole day.

There is a saying that "it is easy to ask God to send God away", the head of Yan Lai lived in peace for half a month, Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore and was going crazy.Thinking back then, he would rather face the wall next to the ice pool than chat with Nian Mingming who came to visit. It can be seen that besides his determination, he is also quiet himself.

The master Yan, who is the master of the world, was deliberately ignored several times by him, and finally got angry: "Didn't you say that you will never betray your heart? You are tired of it after only a few days! Sure enough, you have been an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf since you were a child!"

Cheng Qian's brain hurts: "Elder brother, just let me live a few more years."

Head Yan was so angry that he ran to the small bamboo forest to practice swords, and turned the bamboo sea in Qing'anju into a bald gourd. He wanted to leave, but he didn't want to. He ran back angrily, waiting for Cheng Qian, who had gone down the mountain to see Han Yuan, to come back and reflect on himself.

The days flickered, and in a blink of an eye, the rainy season in the area around Fuyao Mountain came, and the rain continued all day long.

This day Qian Qian was about to go down the mountain, but was stopped by Yan Zhengming.

"Take this to him." Yan Zhengming mentioned Han Yuan for the first time, and threw out a small bead the size of a broad bean.

Cheng Qian reached out to catch it, feeling that the object was cold to the touch, and the moisture from the pattering rainwater on his body suddenly dissipated.

"In the early years, I got a few of the water-repellent beads that flowed from the Westward Palace." Yan Zhengming said, "The [-]th appointment that Tang Zhen made is coming soon, don't let him be ashamed like a drowned chicken."

Obviously caring about it in my heart, but I always put on a look of disgust that I love to death, it's absolutely impossible.

Before seeing Han Yuan when Cheng Qian went down the mountain, he ran into Tang Zhen near the foot of Taiyin Mountain.

Tang Zhen was a very worry-free guest. Except for the first day when he first arrived at Fuyao Mountain, he was personally guided by Li Yun for a trip in the mountains. He basically lived in seclusion and rarely left the courtyard of the guest room.

Tang Zhen was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and he didn't waste his real energy to keep out the rain. His sleeves were wet, but he didn't care, and walked in the rain calmly.

Cheng Qian let the frost blade fall to the ground, and said hello, "Brother Tang."

Tang Zhen said: "Go to the Ten Square Formation? Go together."

Neither of them talked much, and without a sword, they walked slowly on the path that had been washed clean in the mountains.The sound of wind and rain is dense in my ears, as if everything has slowed down.

Cheng Qian said: "With Brother Tang by my side, I feel that I am not in a hurry."

Tang Zhen said: "Ordinary people's life is mediocre, and they are chased by fame and wealth. Although monks have a hundred times and a thousand times, they are still chasing cultivation and realm behind them. It’s one step away from the main road, so I dare not be in a hurry—I’m a walking dead, I have nothing to ask for, and of course I’m more leisurely than others.”

What he said made Cheng Qian's heart slightly confused, and he thought to himself: "Don't ask for anything, what are you doing here?"

However, this doubt passed away in a flash. Cheng Qian didn't have many friends, and one counted as one. He didn't want to be suspicious of his friends, so he continued indifferently: "I think it's a good idea to take a few steps slowly every once in a while. If you live so leisurely every day, don't you live like an old turtle? That's not interesting."

Tang Zhen smiled, changed the subject and said, "Seeing that the [-]th appointment is coming soon, I don't know what your senior brother thinks? In this battle, the demon dragon bowed his head, Tian Yan fell, the Four Saints declined, and Mu Lanshan's elite More than half of it was destroyed, and the other small sects are nothing to worry about, Fuyao Mountain may be a new force, and there is a reshuffle among the major sects, you should plan early."

Cheng Qian smiled and said: "Our senior brother in charge doesn't have the ambition to order the world and let the Quartet congratulate him. He just wants others to bother him less. He is too lazy to go out. He has been wandering away for so many years. I think he will get worse when he comes back. .”

Tang Zhen said: "Brother Yan is quite unique whether he is the head of the sect or a swordsman. His heart of letting nature take its course is quite in line with the true meaning of the Dao. Coupled with his outstanding aptitude, he may really be able to aspire for longevity in the future."

From the very beginning, the Fuyao Self-reliance Sect never demanded longevity, and always regarded itself as "humane". It is amazingly talented like Tong Ru, who also puts the inheritance of the sect before personal practice. However, Tang Zhen is an outsider after all, and Cheng Qian didn't say much. He only said, "Borrow brother Tang's auspicious words."

Tang Zhen said: "But if you talk about longevity, you are truly blessed."

Cheng Qian: "How to say?"

Tang Zhen said: "Cultivation and weapon refining are sometimes the same thing. The third prince actually had his reasons for refining himself into a bone formation. The monks practiced to compete with the heavens, and their cultivation was stagnant. Turning into true essence, life will be up, but you are different, Juling Jade is born to absorb the essence of heaven and earth."

Cheng Qian said indifferently: "Jade, like human beings, cannot perish with heaven and earth. When it comes to Yuanshen, it will lead to the same goal by different routes. I feel no different."

"There are still some," Tang Zhen said lightly, "You have forged the spirit-gathering jade into a body, and after the catastrophe, you are considered a half-immortal body. If you are willing to clean up in the ice pool of Mingming Valley, there will be endless ice pools. Provide you with the same source of true energy as your physical body, and your cultivation will never stagnate, you may not necessarily ascend, but you can also live forever—oh, don’t misunderstand what I’m trying to persuade you, it’s just a fact.”

Tang Zhen's speaker didn't know whether he had intentions or not. Anyway, Cheng Qian, the listener, took these words as a deaf ear, and just smiled: "I just borrowed the Juling Jade to shelter myself. I have done a good job in life, and I didn't really plan to become one. Jade."

Tang Zhen took a deep look at him, didn't say anything, just echoed: "Exactly."

Cheng Qian said: "Speaking of spiritual objects, brother Tang is well-informed, I wonder if you have heard of 'listen to the universe'?"

Tang Zhen's expression changed, and he asked back: "How do you know that 'Ting Qiankun' is a spiritual thing? It's not someone or some cultivation method?"

Cheng Qian smiled calmly: "It feels like, why?"

Tang Zhen said: "Oh, that's an ancient legend. Some people say that you can hear the voice of the upper world by listening to the universe. No one knows if it's true or not."

Immediately, he changed his voice, exposed the topic, and said: "Really Han is insane, I am afraid that he will be spared the death penalty, and the living crime will be inevitable-I will try my best to deal with it on the fifteenth day, even if it is imprisonment and suppression, I will try to get him in custody." On Fuyao Mountain."

Cheng Qian could only sigh, "Thank you very much."

Unfortunately, the idea is good, but it may not be realized.

On the fifteenth day, when the Fuyao Sect arrived at Taiyin Mountain, there were already many sects here.

This time, there were not many people who came here, and all factions went back to recuperate. They only sent one or two representatives to express their views. The various sects were scattered among the various sects, with clear distinctions, but the central position was reserved. .

Cheng Qian glanced at Tang Zhen, Tang Zhen nodded and said, "That's right, it's for your faction."

Yan Zhengming thought: "If they stay, I'm going to drive the ducks to the shelves and sit forward?"

Without further ado, he walked around the crowd, still acting in the same manner, without caring about the face of others, and found a corner where he didn't mingle with the crowd, and ordered Nian Da to throw the Shijiazi, separated a small world, and walked in as if no one else was there.

Tang Zhen shook his head, and told Shang Liulang to go to the ten-square formation. After all, he was the one who called the meeting, and he couldn't stand on the sidelines like the Fuyao faction.

Shi Jiezi showed a bit of independence from the crowd, and Liu Lang couldn't help showing a bit of admiration, and said to Tang Zhen: "I hope that one day I can become a person like Yan's head."

Tang Zhen tilted her head patiently, listening to him while walking.

Liu Lang continued: "I heard from the Taoist boy on Fuyao Mountain that the head of Yan was like this when he was young. He only wanted to plant flowers and amuse birds on Fuyao Mountain. Later, by chance, he went down the mountain for a hundred years. After suffering all the way like this, he became a generation of big Yes, but going back to the very beginning, he still does not change his original intention, and is not moved by the world at all... Regardless of whether his original intention seems to be unpromising, I admire him very much."

Tang Zhen listened, nodded expressionlessly and said, "It's really rare."

However, immediately, he raised his head again, and glanced at the monks indifferently. Tang Zhen said with a bit of sadness in his words: "It's a pity that he is not moved by the world, and the world may not tolerate him. This kind of person usually doesn't like him." Nothing to end up with."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Liulang's response, he flicked his sleeves and walked up to the ruins of the Ten Square Formation.

Tang Zhen briefly said a few words on the scene, and then went straight to the topic: "Tang does not dare to make decisions without authorization, please discuss the rules today. I personally think that it is not necessarily good to repay the wrong, and death may not be able to atone for the sin. What do you think? ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, an elder from Baihu Villa took the lead and said: "The Nine Saints of the Nightmare Pedestrian died in the Ten Square Formation, and the Demon Dragon was imprisoned here again. Now no one cares about the big and small demon cultivators. The Blood Oath bound Jiu Saints and demon dragons can't be restrained by those lawless demon heads. They have no one to restrain them, and they are chaotic on their own. Instead, they are more smoky. I don't think it's better..."

Han Yuan didn't cooperate at all, and interrupted him mercilessly: "Yan Xingren doesn't restrain his subordinates. If you want to blame it, you are incompetent and can't manage your own territory. Don't expect me to recruit you."

This elder didn't know Han Yuan either, but he was entrusted to say a few good words. It was the first time he saw such an ignorant person, and he choked for a while.

A person next to him said coldly: "Since the devil has said so himself, what do you expect? It's better to kill him."

It was Bian Xu, the master of the Xuanwu Hall who spoke up. With Bian Xu's status, he shouldn't have come to meddle in person. However, the hatred of murdering his son is irreconcilable——Bian Xiaohui died only a year ago, and Bian Xu's beard and hair are all white. There is a faint depression of the end of life.

This is also a generation of saints, and it is really embarrassing to fall to this point.

Han Yuan pointedly said: "Isn't it? Let the waste and the devil die cleanly, and it would be better if there are only people who are full of knowledge and dedicated to Tao in the world."

Among the stone mustard seeds, Yan Zhengming said to Li Yun, "Can you shut up the bastard?"

Li Yun frowned: "Bian Xu? It's a little more difficult."

Yan Zhengming: "...I mean Han Yuan."

"Yes." Li Yun turned to Cheng Qian and said, "There is a big sycamore tree opposite Han Yuan, have you seen it? Xiao Qian, you go with my junior sister, he must shut up."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

After a while, the puddle turned into a big bird, which carried Cheng Qian and flew out of Shijiazi, and landed under the big sycamore tree opposite Shifang Terrace, right where Neng and Han Yuan could stare.

The flaming red feathers of the red crane hung down, which was very conspicuous. When Han Yuan, who had been talking nonsense on the Shifangtai, was instantly silenced when he saw the two of them, he honestly remained silent.

Li Yun said triumphantly: "Little brother has a long life, and it can be said that he is full of blood and tears, but if it is really counted, it was Xiaoqian's death that hit him the hardest. Have you noticed that every time his demon meets Xiaoqian? Qian will be weaker... and the younger junior sister, who was best with him when she was a child, but that day when he was so demonic, he said he wanted to smack her demon bones, and he felt a little guilty towards her, and naturally he will restrain his demons when he sees her."

Li Yun shook his head and thought for a while, feeling that he was really prescribing the right medicine.

Yan Zhengming angrily hit him with the fan bone, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "I didn't notice, shut up."

Li Yun was silent, feeling as if he had accidentally knocked over someone's jealous jar.

After all, Bian Xu's status and seniority are there, so it's not good to be too disrespectful. In terms of quarrels, as long as Han Yuan subsides, he will be alone. The enmity is hard to let go, my Xuanwu Hall is irreconcilable with this person, and I must kill him!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's hatred for Han Yuan was aroused for a while, and there was a lot of talk in the field.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from a distance, saying: "The evil dragon is guilty, and the world knows it. If we all have no grievances against him, there is no need to mobilize our troops to gather here, and these enmities will be unnecessary. Speaking of which, I think what Tang Zhenren said makes sense, what's the point of dying, it's better to let him live to atone for his sins."

Everyone looked together, and saw a middle-aged man coming from a distance with a few disciples, as if his figure was only a sway, and the snap of his fingers was already in front of him. The middle-aged man was elegant and elegant.

The elder of Baihu Villa who spoke just now came out to welcome him immediately: "Villa Master."

He was actually the owner of the White Tiger Villa.

The owner nodded, pulled his sleeves together, and cupped his hands to Bian Xu: "Brother Bian, long time no see."

Cheng Qian frowned and sized up the visitor from the treetop for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide - isn't this guy Ji Qianli, the old lunatic on Suoxiantai?

Why did he suddenly look like a dog!