Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

When Bian Xu saw his old friend for the first time, he was taken aback for a moment, but immediately, his mood became more or less complicated.

His own beard and hair are all white, but his old friend in front of him is still in the prime of life. Comparing the two, he is judged by superiors and inferiors - as a monk, his life span is several times that of ordinary people, and his youth and beauty are not old. It seems that he is blessed by nature, but he also has a cruel side. They can show their ugliness, timidity, and poverty, but they can't show their old age.

Because "oldness" is not a law of nature, but a sentence of "no fate for life".

Bian Xu refused to admit that he was jealous, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He finally said nothing, and nodded to Ji Qianli lightly.

Everyone was discussing below. Rumors said that the owner of the White Tiger Villa was seriously injured in order to get rid of demons. He had been recuperating in seclusion for so many years.

But now it seems that this person not only has no intention of dying, but is very lively.

Ji Qianli looked up at Cheng Qian on the top of the tree, smiled at him, and greeted Tang Zhen from a distance, and said, "I say everyone—everyone who has a grudge, think about it, everyone. What's so good about killing his primordial spirit with a single knife? He lost his head and had a big scar. He died without pain. Are you willing? If I have a sworn enemy, I will hate him for being humiliated every day. At the same time, live a long life of a hundred years."

As soon as the owner opened his mouth, a breath of fresh shit stick came over his face. Han Yuan seemed to want to yell at this man, but he was so angry that he couldn't think of good words for a while.

The owner of Baihu Mountain Villa suddenly appeared, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Even Tang Zhen couldn't figure out his intention for a while.

Tang Zhen said calmly: "The owner's words are not unreasonable, but this real Han is too powerful, if you want to detain him, you must have a suitable place."

Someone asked: "Really Tang, what is the right place?"

Tang Zhen cupped his hands at the interrogator, and said, "The affairs of the sects are complicated, and I'm afraid they can't take care of them. I'm afraid the rest of you have more than enough energy. Um... when I broke the Bone Formation last month, I didn't know Do you still have any impression of Master Yan's swordsmanship?"

Of course there is an impression, the impression is too deep.

How many sword cultivators in the world can cultivate the primordial spirit?How many sword cultivators can go to Sword God Realm?

Tang Zhen laughed and said, "Then in my humble opinion, Mount Fuyao is a good place."

His voice fell, and Ji Qianli, whose position was unknown, suddenly interrupted him: "I don't think so."

The corners of Tang Zhen's eyes twitched slightly.

Ji Qianli stepped forward with his hands behind his back, glanced at Cheng Qian on the tree, and said, "The Fuyao faction is Han Yuan's sect. Even if the sect is strict and righteous, it will not favor others. Isn't it equivalent to trapping others in the melon fields? No." That's right, it's very wrong—isn't it, little friend Cheng Qian?"

Cheng Qian vaguely sensed the turbulent undercurrent in the arena, but he couldn't see the cause and effect for a while, so he didn't say a word.

At this time, someone said in his ear: "How do you know him again? How do you know such an unappreciated person?"

Turning around, Cheng Qian saw that his elder brother ignored the first seat left for him by everyone, and ran to build a Shijiazi himself. monkey.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Who is the one who can't get on the stage?

"I do have a suggestion." That Ji Qianli turned serious, walked to Tang Zhen's side with square steps, and looked at Han Yuan twice.

Han Yuan always felt that this person looked at him with some kind of strange regret, and he could see goosebumps all over his body.

"I went out with my disciples a while ago, and saw that a generation in the middle of Sichuan was plagued by demonic cultivators, and the people were in dire straits. Most of those demonic cultivators' cultivation levels were sloppy. It must be easy for everyone here to cook, but there are so many people, it is a bit troublesome. And... Ji Qianli waved his sleeves, and a gray shadow flew out of his sleeves. It was a little girl, her whole body was gray and black, and she was almost blurred from the waist down. In the middle of the sky, his expression was numb, and there was an indescribable resentment and ghostly aura floating on his body.

Yan Zhengming whispered: "Ghost?"

There was a burst of exclamation in the ten square formation.

Tang Zhen's face, where everything is as fleeting as a flash, seemed to be slapped. I wonder if he also recalled the days when he was a ghost, and he took a step back involuntarily.

"That's right." Ji Qianli said, "I came here specially to tell you all that the Soul Eater Lamp that disappeared for a hundred years has reappeared in the world."

This remark stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and everyone exploded on the spot.

More than 100 years ago, the Soul Eater Lamp came into being and caused countless murders. Jiang Peng, the holder of the lamp, came from an ominous background, but he was in the limelight in the magic cultivator for a while. There were rumors that he had the ability to win Beiming—and if he said The devil dragon is causing chaos, and it can be regarded as doing something or not, but the methods of ghost cultivation have no bottom line.

This wave has not stopped and another wave has risen again. The big devils are like mosquitoes after the beginning of autumn.

Cheng Qian whispered: "I saw him outside Mingming Valley, and accidentally let him run away... Could it be that he has really become a soul-eating lamp?"

Yan Zhengming tightened his hand around his waist: "Why didn't you say it then?"

Cheng Qian: "...I was messed around by you and forgot about it at that time."

Yan Zhengming looked at him angrily, but unfortunately, Cheng Qian looked at him quietly, his big fire that day actually dissipated, the head of Yan didn't hold back, his eyes softened involuntarily, he had to take Cheng Qian's hand. Qian's face turned to the side: "Look over there, don't look at me."

The neglected puddle said dryly: "Second brothers, there is still a living creature here."

Yan Zhengming glanced at her.

Puddle received the threat, and turned her bird's head away sadly: "Oh, it's okay, this creature is blind."

Ji Qianli and others whispered to each other, then turned to Han Yuan and said, "After all, Han Yuan has been rampant among the Nightmare Pedestrians for several years, and he has a deep understanding of the way of demons. I wonder if he would like to help us this time?"

Han Yuan looked at him with a sneer.

Tang Zhen suddenly said: "The Soul Eater Lamp has not been born for a hundred years, and even a ghost image may not be real—according to the owner, isn't it equivalent to sending the magic dragon back to the southern border? The sect involved a lot of incidents in order to hunt down the magic dragon, and suffered a lot of losses. If you want to let the tiger go back to the mountain now, others may not agree."

He perfectly misinterpreted Ji Qianli's words, and the misinterpretation seemed to make sense.

Shui Keng said in a low voice: "Little senior brother, I don't understand, why does Senior Tang seem to want to protect fourth senior brother for a while, and not want to protect him for a while?"

Cheng Qian patted her head and said nothing, but both he and Yan Zhengming could hear it——Tang Zhen wanted to protect Han Yuan, but he never agreed to release him back to Southern Xinjiang...Why?

Ji Qianli smiled and said: "It's simple, how could Master Tang forget it? Isn't your gossip plate containing the blood oath still there? Since we can set up one, we can also set up another one. Not only can the magic dragon set up, You can also call us... Headmaster Yan and the others to discuss and discuss the terms. Last month, Zhenren Tang made a [-]th agreement here. Han Yuan could have left, but sat here quietly for a while. The moon is waiting for you, can't it explain the role of the blood oath?"

Tang Zhen suppressed all the anger and anger on his face, tensed like a wooden man.

Ji Qianli said again: "If not, do you all want to go back and face the Soul-eating Lamp and thousands of ghosts by yourself? Do you want to deal with those demons who are not very capable but have many methods?"

Bian Xu suddenly barged in and asked, "Then how do you pay the blood debt?"

His tone was unceremonious, almost a tit-for-tat question, and there was silence in the field.

Ji Qianli was silent for a while, then said word by word: "Brother Bian, you can't come back to life after death, falling into paranoia, which is not good for practice, you should feel it."

Bian Xu was stabbed in the sore spot by him, and his face was slapped fiercely.

Han Yuan laughed, and said, "I'll pay you with my life."

Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and fell on Han Yuan, and said slowly: "Han Yuan, monks need to be cautious in their words and deeds. Sometimes what you say is hard to take back. You have to think about it before you say it."

Han Yuan's words just now may not be out of his heart, he may just want to have fun for a while, and habitually provoke him, but Tang Zhen's warning is not necessarily true once he utters, Han Yuan's inner demon is trapped in "being at the mercy of others" , Love is not a last resort" these words are the most unheard of provocative and threats, being asked by Tang Zhen, maybe he can really swear to pay for his life!

Cheng Qian's heart thumped, although he was unwilling to speculate on Tang Zhen's intentions with suspicion, but he felt a little awkward in his heart.

Yan Zhengming: "Shh, it's okay, just watch."

Before he finished speaking, Han Yuan had already made an oath gesture, and was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed. He seemed to be frozen in place, and he opened his mouth a few times without making a sound.

Cheng Qian focused his true energy on his eyes, and saw that Han Yuan's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of water film, wrapping him tightly in it. He immediately remembered the "water-proof bead" that his senior brother asked him to hand over a while ago. ".

Sure enough... When Han Yuan was trapped on the ruins of the Ten Square Formation, the senior brother wished that hailstones would hit him all over his head every day, so how could he have prepared water beads for him with good intentions?

Yan Zhengming said in a low voice: "That's the 'Oath Avoidance Bead'. Put it on your body for an hour, and you can't swear for three days——I'm afraid he will talk nonsense."

This kind of weird and useless thing sounds like Li Yun's masterpiece.

Yan Zhengming frowned, and said to himself, "What's wrong with Tang Zhen? Did he take the wrong medicine?"

With such an interruption, Ji Qianli finally seized the opportunity, and said to Bian Xu: "Your Xuanwu Hall is located in the extreme northern ice field, separated from the southern border by hundreds of thousands of miles, naturally there is nothing to worry about, but I don't know that Xuanwu Hall doesn't care about the turmoil in the Central Plains. ?”

While he was speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the little ghost in the air. The ghost was stimulated by his strength and rushed forward. Several monks who were close hurriedly got up and dodged.

This old man from Baihu Mountain Villa either doesn't show up, or he's so tricky when he shows up.

But no one dared to say this in person, it was one of the Four Sages.

Ji Qianli said loudly: "I said the blood oath is as follows. First, to capture the Luan Moxiu and the Soul-devouring lamp in the Central Plains, the magic dragon must do everything in its power, otherwise it will cause ten times the backlash. Second, catch the devourer After the soul lamp, the magic dragon must be confined in the southern border, guarding at the entrance for life, and must not leave the southern border for half a step, otherwise it will be backlashed tenfold; 500 years of punishment, unless life and death cannot be interrupted, otherwise it will be backlashed tenfold; fourth, the magic dragon will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, refine magic weapons, accept apprentices, and teach karma, otherwise it will be struck by lightning , not to die."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the gossip plate that had witnessed the blood oath once flew straight into his palm. Ji Qianli glanced around with a smile, and said, "I made the blood oath. I need to invite Sect Leader Yan to represent the sect to take the oath with me, that if anyone treats the dragon for selfishness in the future, his sect will decline and his bloodline will be cut off—you all have no objections, right?"

Everyone dared not speak up when they had opinions, and was overwhelmed by his series of "tenfold backlash" and "heavenly lightning strike".

Ji Qianli took the lead in forcing out a drop of blood from his fingertips, which sank straight into the tray, and then he stretched out his hand, and the tray flew straight towards the big sycamore tree.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, only to see the gossip hovering around the thick canopy of the sycamore tree for a long time, suddenly caught by a hand, Yan Zhengming, who was hidden in the canopy, pushed aside the branches, and took a deep look at Ji Qianli on the high platform, A drop of blood dripped on the gossip plate—the Fuyao faction took the oath.

Seeing the gossip flying towards Han Yuan, Tang Zhen was about to reach out to stop him: "Sect Leader Yan should think carefully before..."

But before he finished speaking, the gossip disk had already bypassed Han Yuan.

The moment the Fuyao sect took the oath, Han Yuan had a sign of the oath on his body.

Staring at the sign, Han Yuan was stunned.

This……

For a long time, the senior brother who is in charge of the sect has not expelled him from the sect, and he is still a Fuyao man!

At this time, Han Yuan didn't have any resentment about being forced to take the oath. He suddenly raised his head to look at Yan Zhengming on the canopy, his lips trembled slightly, and he was speechless.

Tang Zhen's face changed - the blood oath has been fulfilled.

Cheng Qian sighed secretly, feeling relieved in his heart.

For Han Yuan's personal revenge, he made the world miserable. It is impossible to expose the past like a normal person. If he made a huge mistake, he would have to pay a huge price. No one can protect him.

Otherwise, don't say that those enemies and creditors don't agree, even the cause and effect of heaven will not sit idly by.

Letting him live to atone for his sins is already a lenient, whether it is to be imprisoned in Fuyao Mountain or to let him guard the southern border, it is already the best result.

The positions of Fuyao Mountain and Baihu Villa had been decided, and the others couldn't say anything out of emotion and reason, so they stepped forward one after another and added testimony on the blood oath plate.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the matter was settled.

When everyone was about to leave, Ji Qianli left the apprentices of the villa aside and walked towards Cheng Qian. He looked Cheng Qian up and down, and said, "Long time no see, we are making progress and have a bright future."

Cheng Qian: "Master Ji."

"Ji Qianli" smiled and said, "I'm not called 'Qianqianli', I was just teasing you last time - don't blame me for locking up your junior brother?"

The name of the owner of the White Tiger Villa is Shang Wannian, and everyone knows it except for a few people who don't know what's going on outside the window—such as Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian bowed his head slightly: "How dare you."

The Lord Shang glanced at him and said with a smile: "If the water is muddy, there will be people who want to fish, and if you are poor, there will be people who will show up. I think the weather will change, you have to be careful."

When he said this, he looked down at the place where the blood oath mark on his hand was hidden, and smiled slyly: "But that has nothing to do with us old guys."

Cheng Qian was taken aback.

Shang Wannian brought back a bit of the familiar madness, and hummed in singing: "After I die, no matter how terrible the flood is."

After finishing speaking, Shang Wannian suddenly stepped forward and almost bumped into Cheng Qian. He grabbed Cheng Qian's chest by the front of his shirt, and his bottomless eyes were like two gloomy black wells. Cheng Qian.

Then, a divine sense fell into Cheng Qian's eyebrows.

Cheng Qian heard his spiritual sense and said: "I heard that Qiankun was disguised as a piece of spiritual jade in the early years, and it was exiled in the rivers and lakes. No one should recognize it. I don't know why it fell into your hands. Since it is destiny... Sigh , don’t let anyone know that Ting Qiankun is in your hands, remember.”

His posture was too ambiguous, the next moment, a hand came in out of thin air, pushed Cheng Qian back, and gently pushed Shang Wannian away.

Yan Zhengming withdrew his paws, straightened his sleeves as if nothing had happened, and said expressionlessly: "Hello, owner, please respect yourself."

Cheng Qian: "..."

In other words, the inexplicable ear on the back of his hand is indeed "listening to the universe", Cheng Qian frowned, he really didn't tell anyone, but he mentioned it to Tang Zhen that day, would Tang Zhen suspect anything?

Cheng Qian didn't have many friends, and Tang Zhen was one of them. If he was asked to speculate about his former friends like this, he suddenly felt as if a puddle of cold and sticky mud was pressing on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Cheng Qian: "The owner stays behind..."

He was about to ask what "Listening to the Universe" was, Shang Wannian took two steps back, raised a finger to his mouth, and made a "silence" gesture to him.

Then, the old lunatic pointed to his eyes, then to his ears, and finally to his mouth, and shook his head three times in a row—don't look, don't listen, don't speak.

When he was done, he lowered his head, an indescribable smile appeared on his face, turned around with his hands behind his back, strode towards Han Yuan, and said, "That little friend Han, you can come down from the Ten Square Formation, I won't invite you today." Sincerely, I want to go back to Fuyao Mountain with you for a temporary stay, and leave in two days. You and I will go down to the middle of Sichuan and return to southern Xinjiang. Oh, don't be so embarrassing. Since this matter started because of you, I will let you clean it up now. It's justified."

Yan Zhengming's eyebrows almost flew down from his face, and he muttered depressedly: "Uninvited guest, do I agree?"

Shang Wannian's "hahaha" laughter came from a distance, which just answered his words.

Yan Zhengming came down seriously, glanced at the preoccupied Cheng Qian and the absent puddle, grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist, and said seriously, "Let's go."

Puddle followed carelessly, looking quite beautiful, and said happily: "Eldest senior brother, can fourth senior brother go home now?"

Yan Zhengming was too lazy to talk to her, and asked Cheng Qian in a low voice: "What does Tang Zhen mean? Xiao Qian, did he mention it to you?"

Cheng Qian's brows were tightly frowned, and there was a pimple in his heart: "He told me that he wanted to save Han Yuan and imprison him on Fuyao Mountain."

Puddle: "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"What a fart, he meant that," Yan Zhengming said, "Didn't you hear that? He also meant 'if this person can't stay on Fuyao Mountain, kill Insurance'."

Cheng Qian's hand brushed Shuangren's scabbard, until the last moment when the evidence was conclusive and the truth came to light, he was willing to forgive Tang Zhen for all his concealment, and he didn't want to suspect him of anything.

Although the friendship between gentlemen is not very close, there must be at least a minimum of trust, but at this moment he has to admit that the elder brother is right.

Cheng Qian said: "They are going to find the Soul Eater Lamp, I will go with them."

Puddle: "I'm going too!"

"No," Yan Zhengming vetoed, "As soon as you leave my sight, you will order something to happen."

"As for you—" he glanced at the puddle, and scolded unceremoniously, "what are you talking about, shut your beak!"

Cheng Qian wanted to say something more, but Yan Zhengming interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Stop talking, I'll talk to Shang Wannian tomorrow to find out the situation... Is that old thing really the Four Sages, why is he a little crazy?"

The elder brother is very discerning in picking people's faults, and can always grasp the key points.

That night, Cheng Qian didn't sleep, finally got rid of Yan Zhengming's entanglement, and meditated in the quiet courtyard of Qing'anju.

But suddenly he couldn't calm down, he always felt that something was about to happen.

Suddenly, the courtyard door of Qing'anju was pushed open by someone. When Cheng Qian opened his eyes, Li Yun stood at the door with a sinking face: "Where's senior brother?"

Cheng Qian: "What?"

Li Yun: "The Lord Shang of Baihu Villa is dead."