Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Yan Zhengming came out of the bedroom with no trace of sleepiness on his face. He raised his hand and pressed Cheng Qian's stiff shoulder, and asked, "How did he die? I don't feel it at all here. I'm still as big as Wannian. How can you die without any movement?"

Yan Zhengming is the true heir to the seal of the sect master, he can sense even a little wind and grass on Fuyao Mountain, and his consciousness can even reach the valley of demons in the back mountain, much more powerful than the real Mu Chun who lived half-dead in the body of the weasel back then .

"I don't know," Li Yun frowned, and said, "There is a boy in Baihu Mountain Villa who has not entered the Tao. He got up in the middle of the night and saw that the light in his room was on, and the shadow on the window was a bit weird. I went up to ask, what's the matter?" Only then did I realize that the person was gone, so let’s go and follow me to have a look.”

All sorts of conspiracies and tricks were running through Cheng Qian's mind for a while, and he got up with a heavy heart.

As soon as he stood up, the hand that grabbed Ting Qiankun suddenly seemed to be burning, but there was no abnormality on the surface of the smooth skin.

Cheng Qian's hand trembled violently, and then, the burning sensation quickly spread from his hand to his arm, and then enveloped his whole body.

He was top-heavy for a while, and the Frost Blade that was hanging on his waist fell from his body without warning, making a "buzzing" sound tremblingly.

Yan Zhengming and Li Yun were talking, but when they turned around, they saw that Cheng Qian didn't hum, and knelt down on the ground after shaking twice. His face was so ugly that he looked like a dead person, which scared Yan Zhengming out of his wits.

Cheng Qian's hand instinctively pinched into Frost Blade's scabbard, and the once-cold blade seemed to become lukewarm, and everything around him was moving away. He heard a certain sound, as if it came from ancient times. Huang Zhong Dalu's voice was thick and tyrannical, stirring up his inner mansion to churn endlessly. The Yuanshen who hadn't fully repaired in time couldn't bear such a heavy injury, as if it was about to split open, and he was cut into pieces for no reason.

At this moment, an external force suddenly rushed into him, instantly isolating the layers of sound waves and suppressing his turbulent true energy.

Cheng Qian swallowed the fishy sweetness in his chest, and focused his attention on the inner palace, only to see this powerful but not compelling consciousness landed and turned into a phantom, it was the legendary Shang Wannian who had died.

Shang Wannian frowned at Cheng Qian's Yuanshen, and asked, "What's the matter with you? Why was the Yuanshen damaged?"

Cheng Qian was speechless for a while.

Shang Wannian looked at him and sighed, his consciousness dispersed, and his whole figure turned into thousands of stars in place, helping Cheng Qian to sort out the scurrying true essence bit by bit.

Cheng Qian only heard him say: "Your primordial spirit is damaged, and you can't bear to listen to the inheritance of Qiankun... Well, I can only seal it in your inner mansion first, and wait for later."

What is this being bought and sold by force?

Shang Wannian said again: "I heard that Qiankun has been lost for a long time. After I accepted the inheritance, I searched for it all my life. I only met it when I was about to die. Since I was destined, I wanted to pass it on to you, but the timing was wrong. ...God's will, I must have a bad life."

As soon as the ill-fated Shang Wannian finished speaking, Cheng Qian felt something flowing from his arm all the way through the meridians of his body, and finally sank into the inner mansion between his brows, and saw that the ear mark representing listening to the universe was branded on it at some point. In the middle of his inner mansion, it was scorchingly bright for a moment, and then gradually dimmed.

Shang Wannian's spiritual consciousness appeared in front of Cheng Qian again, and he stared at Qiankun with a complex expression for a moment, then he shook his head and sighed: "But although I can't see the inheritance, I can see it, and I will die and rest in peace."

Cheng Qian: "What the hell are you..."

Shang Wannian said: "Well, my physical body is already at the end of my life. I expected that my life would end, but I didn't expect it to end so soon. Tsk, I have caused trouble for your faction."

Cheng Qian: "What the hell is going on?"

Shang Wannian turned around, looked at him quietly for a moment, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

He laughed at himself, and said: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, little friend, after your soul restores itself and accepts the inheritance I sealed here, you will understand that there are restrictions in the inheritance, and no one can say it." Listen to the secrets of Qiankun."

He paused, then smiled wryly, "Including the dead."

Cheng Qian didn't see resentment or unwillingness on his face, it seemed to be just calm, so he couldn't help but have a question, everyone is pursuing Taoism, why does this person seem to not care?

Shang Wannian stood in front of him with a sense of distance between yin and yang, and said: "I know you all hate Tianyan, they are despicable and self-righteous, they have killed many people, and they are more than worthy of death in this situation. But after so many years Come on, monks and mortals can live in peace all the time, it is indeed indispensable for these despicable villains, now Tian Yan and Yan Xingren are both hurt, and the Central Plains Demon and Righteous Way will have no leader. I must save Han Yuan's life."

He glanced at Cheng Qian, and added: "It's not to sell the favor of your Fuyao faction."

Wronged souls are born from troubled times, the Nine Sages are all dead, only Han Yuan is alive, the demons in the southern border are not completely scattered... It's just that he may really never be able to return to Fuyao Mountain.

"But the timing of the Soul Eater Lamp's appearance is too coincidental," Shang Wannian said, "I didn't expect Daji to come as soon as I said it. I can't check it out, so I will tell you a feeling, it may not be right—someone knows Tong Ru made a wish on that ghost stone, and has been secretly fueling the flames. Apart from Tian Yan, the instigator, only the four of us should know about it..."

Cheng Qian's eyes flashed.

Shang Wannian said: "No, it's not Bian Xu. If he really had such a thoughtful mind, he would definitely not be in such a ghostly state now."

Cheng Qian nodded - Tianyan is such a big organization, maybe someone accidentally leaked it.

"This is the first," Shang Wannian stretched out his hand to take back his consciousness wandering in Cheng Qian's inner mansion, and said seriously, "I have one more thing to tell you, you have been tampered with, do you know it? "

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly: "What?"

"It's not your body of spiritual jade. In terms of soul, forgive me for not being good at it. I can't see what it is for a while," Shang Wannian said, "Have you not had an attack yet? Even if your cultivation level dare not say that the world is invincible, Now it is enough to be among the top, I am a little puzzled, who has such great supernatural powers, can cast a curse on you without a trace."

Cheng Qian's fingertips trembled, as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into his chest.

Who has been proficient in this way for so many years?Who has the chance to tamper with his soul?

Shang Wannian looked at his expression and said: "It seems that you already know it in your heart."

Cheng Qian nodded his head with difficulty, and asked calmly: "Master, is there any way to resolve it?"

Shang Wannian sighed: "I don't see what the curse is, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help it... But don't worry too much, if it really happens one day, Ting Qiankun, who I sealed in your inner palace, can resist it for you."

Cheng Qian: "Thank you."

Shang Wannian waved his hand: "There is a definite number in the dark, I heard that the universe should fall into your hands, don't thank me--I'm gone, I went to reincarnation."

After finishing speaking, his last wisp of divine consciousness that remained in this world dissipated, as if some heavy burden had been unloaded, and disappeared without a care.

When Cheng Qian woke up, he was in his Qing'an residence, and he heard a strange voice saying: "...This senior is the backlash from the damage to the soul. I think it may be because of the frequent use of the real essence recently."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He was already in a serious mood, so where did he come from?

Cheng Qian opened his eyes and saw a monk wearing the costume of a disciple of Baihu Mountain Villa, who was pressing his pulse door, raised his head and met his cold gaze, and immediately let go of his hand in fright: "Front, Senior is awake?"

Cheng Qian tortured him with expressionless eyes.

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and picked up the little monk and put it aside, blocking Cheng Qian's murderous sight for him. From the back, it could be seen that the elder brother was mad with anger.

"Don't worry about him," Yan Zhengming gritted his back molars and said, "Tell me, what will happen after the damage to the primordial spirit?"

The monk in white stammered: "No, no, it won't be anything. Senior Cheng's true, true energy is pure and profound. As long as he rests quietly, he will be able to repair it by himself in a short time. No, the master, don't worry."

Yan Zhengming's face softened a little—although it was not easy to see where to go, and then he issued an order to evict the guest: "Okay, thank you, let's go slowly."

Li Yun, who was guarding the door, immediately smiled and said: "This way, please, come with me...it's okay, don't be afraid, our head doesn't bite people."

The non-biting head of Yan watched the two of them go away with a look of eagerness, and then slowly turned his head, ready to settle accounts with Cheng Qianqiu.

Cheng Qian was not in the mood to smooth his hair, he suddenly leaned back and stared at the top of the bed tent with empty eyes.

This reaction was somewhat different from Yan Zhengming's expected "guilty heart and shortness of breath". He was stunned for a while, put aside the prepared questioning of the teacher for the time being, and walked to the bed a little helplessly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Without making a sound, Cheng Qian stretched out his hand and patted his side, signaling him to sit down, then closed his eyes, grabbed Yan Zhengming's hand and put it on his chest.

Cheng Qian is indifferent and rarely gets along with anyone. Tang Zhen is the closest outsider to him.Because there are few people in his heart, the feelings shared by everyone are extra pure. This is the first time he has tasted the feeling of being betrayed.

Yan Zhengming's hand was much warmer than his, more alive, more like a living person.

Cheng Qian took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Shang Wannian has passed away, and the Yuanshen has reincarnated. I think he is happy to leave, and no one hurt him."

Someone has already reported this matter, and Yan Zhengming already knew about it, so he asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"I saw him." Cheng Qian said briefly, "He wanted to imbue me with an inheritance, and it happened that my soul was damaged and I couldn't bear it for a while... It's not the shit backlash that person just said, except for using forbidden techniques A fool who forcibly raises his cultivation, who will be backlashed by his soul?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He suddenly pulled his hand out: "Do you want to rebel?"

"Don't make trouble." Cheng Qian whispered, "Brother, I feel bad."

Yan Zhengming was stunned when he heard this. He had seen Cheng Qian who was injured all over his body from a fight, Cheng Qian who choked someone with a single sentence, and Cheng Qian who barely tolerated himself, but he didn't see him. Cheng Qian who frowned and whispered "I feel uncomfortable".

In his impression, Cheng Qian seemed to have a heart of stone. Nothing in the world could shake him, and nothing could make him bow his head.

This accidental leak of fragility made Yan Zhengming suddenly feel strangely excited. He bent down and brushed away a few strands of hair from the side of Cheng Qian's face. The more he looked at it, the more he didn't know how to like it. He raised his eyebrows and kissed: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, looking at his face close at hand, he thought wearily: "Will he betray me one day?"

Yan Zhengming was itchy when he saw him, and he was worried about his body, so he didn't dare to touch him, so he had to calm down calmly: "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Qian looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said to himself, "What are you thinking about? I'll give him whatever he wants. If he wants my life, I'll give it to him... What's wrong with betrayal?" Betrayal."

Yan Zhengming didn't have a long-term perspective, and he didn't see the unspeakable vows in his heart. He moistened his lips, with a blatant salivation on his face, and said with shameless reserve, "Since you also It's uncomfortable, and it's uncomfortable on the body, let's sleep well today, I... well, I can push other things away first, and just stay with you. "

Cheng Qian: "..."

Senior Brother Sect Leader is really a rare species sometimes.

Cheng Qian swept away his tenderness and said to himself, "Oh, it's so annoying."

He raised his hand and pushed Yan Zhengming's face away, and said indifferently: "I won't work on you anymore, I have something to go out, you can sleep slowly by yourself."

Yan Zhengming: "Wait, you just woke up..."

In a flash, Cheng Qian was no longer in the room.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He couldn't clean up Qing'anju's master, so he decided to clean up Qing'anju's bamboo forest.

Cheng Qian came to the guest room where Tang Zhen lived, but found that Tang Zhen had left at some point, leaving only a small box with a note beside it: "It's no use staying longer, and I'm leaving for now. The contents of the box are I have never given you the chance to lead the soul silk, but I am afraid that I will not be able to use it right now."

The soul-drawing silk can draw Han Yuan's soul out for a short time, so that they can take the opportunity to kill the evil heart demon, and they don't have to use any more tricks.

Every sentence in the blood oath said "magic dragon". If they really killed the demon, would the real Han Yuan be able to put the blame on the demon, without having to travel to the south and suffer 500 years of whipping?

Cheng Qian tightened his fingers holding the note, and then sighed. If he had no doubts in his heart, he might have given this thing to Yan Zhengming in ecstasy by now.

Now he is wondering, Tang Zhen didn't take it sooner or later, why did he take out the soul-drawing silk now?

He didn't want Han Yuan to go to southern Xinjiang so much, was it out of good intentions, or did he just hope that the water would be muddier?

And... why did Tang Zhen leave in such a hurry?

Cheng Qian suddenly raised his head as if feeling something, and saw Han Yuan's conspicuous Panlong robe flying up and down on the low wall outside the house.

Han Yuan explained lightly: "Shang Wannian's nosy old man is dead, and they don't have time to talk to me for a while, so I'll go out by myself—what's in your hand?"

Cheng Qian paused and told the truth.

After hearing this, Han Yuan sat down on the wall in a nonchalant manner, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Throw it away, it's useless, how can you open your mouth to talk nonsense? It's not that he doesn't know what a demon is... How can there be two souls in one body, and it's not a seizing body."

Cheng Qian: "Hey, have you become a 'big brother'? Isn't it 'the head of your faction'?"

Han Yuan was blocked by him.

Cheng Qian said again: "He just wants to find a way out for you. If they really want to kill you, at least there is 'one body and two souls' as an excuse."

Han Yuan propped his arms on the low wall behind him, looked up at the vast night sky above Fuyao Mountain, and after a while, he said, "No need, little brother, I found that people can't make excuses for themselves."

Cheng Qian leaned against the courtyard wall of the guest room, and imitated his movements and raised his head. The two sat and stood on the same side, with the same night sky above their heads, as if they hadn't been this close for a long time.

"The three of you went to the Monster Valley to save me. The second senior brother admitted to his face that he tricked me into it. At that time, I thought the second senior brother looked like a little boy, but I didn't expect him to be considered a man." Han Yuan stretched his legs, sitting or not? , if it weren't for the majestic and heavy Beaulieu robe, he would still be a rogue little beggar.

"Later I found out that he's just really smart." Han Yuan said, and then he changed his voice and asked, "I was in the spirit of painting at that time, and I killed you by mistake, little brother, what if we two get along in a different place?" ,what will you do?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, he didn't feel like he was in the scene, everyone just stood and talked without back pain.

Han Yuan said to himself: "You will definitely not use the madness of the painting soul to jump into the sea to escape. Once you break free from the painting soul, you will definitely return to the teacher's door to plead guilty. The brothers blame you or don't blame you, it's what they said Forget it, you won't hide and hide."

Cheng Qian smiled wryly and said, "A packet of pine nut candy, did you buy me to look up to me for so many years?"

Han Yuan laughed softly, and with a smile, the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes disappeared quietly. His face was clearly a youth, but his eyes suddenly became vicissitudes.

Han Yuan: "Actually, I'm not afraid of what my brothers will do to me. I know they won't do anything to me. But I can't bear the guilt. Little brother, day and night, it's too tortured. It turned into hostility and hatred."

Cheng Qian: "You know we won't blame you."

Han Yuan: "Pretend not to know, but actually know."

The more you know, the deeper the guilt.

No one blames him, but he will blame himself more and more.

Han Yuan: "You can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever. I understand this truth now...but it's not too late, and I can still see Fuyao Mountain."

The two were speechless for a long time.

Cheng Qian suddenly raised a hand, and Han Yuan, who was sitting on the low wall, saw it, bent slightly knowingly, and patted his palm.

With a crisp sound, all the betrayals and entanglements, and several battles, were all wiped out in an instant.

Cheng Qian: "Okay, you are a senior brother who scares people casually, why don't you apologize to your junior sister?"

"Tomorrow," Han Yuan said with some embarrassment, "It's too late today, such a big girl, it's late at night, so it's not easy to find her... Sigh, it's not because I watched her grow up, I really can't get used to it."

Cheng Qian was deeply touched by this aspect, and just about to say something, suddenly, a ball of fire exploded like fireworks in the yard in the distance, and the figure of Tonghe flashed and landed on a big tree. A sharp voice shouted, "Who are you!"

Cheng Qian's face changed, and Shuangren touched the low wall lightly. The next moment, he was no longer in place, and Han Yuan followed closely and flew up to catch up.

I saw a pale-faced man in the yard of the puddle. He was dressed in colorful clothes, and his attire was weirder than that of the puddle.

Han Yuan came out of a cloud of black mist, folded his hands on his chest, looked at the man and frowned and said, "Demon cultivator?"

When the man saw Han Yuan, he shrank back a few steps, and his retreat was blocked again.

Cheng Qian said: "Today is neither the first day nor the fifteenth day of the lunar new year. You are not staying in the Demon Valley of the Back Mountain, and you came to Fuyao Mountain. Are you getting impatient?"

The two stood one behind the other, so that the demon cultivator had nowhere to hide. He suddenly let out a scream of fear, and suddenly turned into a big bird, going straight up and down to the sky.

Han Yuan stood in the air, a dragon shadow flashed behind him, and the threatening demonic energy fell in the air, suppressing the big bird alive. Han Yuan flicked his sleeves, and the gossip seal of the blood oath flashed on the back of his hand. With a "tsk", he said dissatisfiedly, "Don't let me kill."

The big demon fell to the ground and fell into a human shape. Before he could escape, a sword was already on his neck.

The frost on the sword reflected the Yaoxiu's neck blue and white.

Holding a sword in one hand, Cheng Qian pressed him to the ground indifferently: "If I were you, I wouldn't think about running."

There was a pained look on Yaoxiu's face. He didn't seem to be good at speaking. He knelt down on his knees, looked up at the puddle in pain, and said in a strange tone: "You are the queen..."