Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Cheng Qian carefully looked at Yan Zhengming's face, and argued: "I have a sense of proportion in this matter, I will not go deep into the secret realm, and I will not touch anything inside, I just want to find the traces of the soul-eating lamp..."

Yan Zhengming interrupted him slowly: "Master Tong Ru said that he might not be able to get out of that place even if he went there. Now you feel that you are better than him, and you can almost go to heaven, right?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Yan Zhengming: "There is also that Tang Zhen, who was a human when he went there, and turned into a ghost after 100 years. You think you are more cautious and knowledgeable than him, right?"

Cheng Qian said with a headache: "Brother, just discuss the matter, don't be so eccentric."

"Oh, good," Yan Zhengming stopped his yin and yang aura, and said firmly, "That won't work."

Cheng Qian didn't choke with him, but just closed his mouth and waited silently.

In the final analysis, it was because of Tong Ru that a million resentful souls sacrificed to Lingshi.

Later, Jiang Peng, who lingered on the ups and downs for many years and secretly practiced the soul-eating lamp, was a famous disciple of Fuyao.

Han Yuan, the magic dragon who made a blood oath to guard the southern border for life after catching the soul-eating lamp, is also Fuyao's disciple.

For three generations, they are inseparable from the relationship, and it is impossible to stay out of it because of emotion and reason.

Cheng Qian didn't need to talk about these things, Yan Zhengming naturally knew it in his heart.

Sure enough, after a while, Yan Zhengming suddenly stood up, turned around the room a few times like a donkey pulling a mill, and complained: "If I knew this sect is so troublesome, I shouldn't have taken over the master from you when I died." Head seal."

Cheng Qian knew that the tone in his heart had changed, and he let him lose his temper without saying a word.

Yan Zhengming saw that no one answered, so he took the initiative to find trouble: "Are you dumb? Talk!"

"I...uh," Cheng Qian thought for a while and asked, "How about warming your bed today?"

Yan Zhengming was furious when he heard this, and said, "I'm talking to you about something serious, what kind of mess are you thinking about? How decent!"

Seeing his reaction, Cheng Qian felt like an apprentice who had just molested a woman from a good family, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Yan Zhengming: "Go, go, get out!"

Cheng Qian walked out silently.

"Stop," Yan Zhengming was utterly annoyed at his incompetence, he hesitated for a while between face and benefits, and then resolutely avoided the truth, shamelessly said, "Who told you to get out?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Rao even if he wanted to ask the head brother, he also felt that this guy was too difficult to serve.

"It's not impossible, but I want to go with you." Yan Zhengming coughed lightly, calmed down slightly, and said, "In a few days, Han Yuan will go south with the group of Baihu Villa, Li Yun in the puddle...and your cheap The apprentice stays to look after the house."

"It's not right," Cheng Qian said, "All my wishes come true on Fuyao Mountain. If you really leave, Second Senior Brother and the others may not be able to hold on."

Yan Zhengming frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "Then close the mountain again, and let Li Yun and the others go on behalf of the sect with those demon slayers, and we will count as our presence."

Cheng Qian was thinking about the unknown problem left in his soul, and he didn't dare to talk to Yan Zhengming about it yet.He wanted to act alone, and he also had this consideration-the consequences of the painting soul that fell on Han Yuan 100 years ago were too tragic. Once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of well ropes for ten years, especially these spells.

Cheng Qian thought for a while, then turned around to find an excuse and said, "This has to be discussed in the long run. The blood oath was initiated by Shang Wannian. Now that he is dead, the new owner of Baihu Villa still doesn't know his name. Although he has the blood oath in his hand , but those disciples might not be able to control Han Yuan, Bian Xu went away in anger, and looking at his appearance, he knew that his cultivation had stagnated, and it might not be a few years. Now there is no one in the Central Plains who speaks weight. In such a chaotic situation, you still want Feng Shan and me to go to the north, maybe..."

Yan Zhengming stared at him without saying a word.

Cheng Qian said calmly: "Maybe even if I have no objection, others may not agree."

"Cheng Qian," Yan Zhengming sneered, "don't think I don't know what you're thinking through the clothes and human skin."

Cheng Qian: "..."

His patience for good words finally came to an end, he frowned and said, "I'm just running errands, are you going to cling to me forever?"

"That's right," Yan Zhengming said, "I just want to put you under house arrest on Fuyao Mountain for the rest of my life, what else do you want to say? 'There is a time for release when you are in prison', right? Yes, you can let the air go when you are in prison, but you can't— — Well, that's what I thought, do you regret it now?"

Cheng Qian and him have been arguing since they were young, and they are very familiar with this person's unreasonable, nonsensical and other traits. He was a little annoyed, and was about to open his mouth to fight, but suddenly found that Yan Zhengming's lips were trembling slightly, and he could hardly see the blood. There seemed to be deeply buried pain in the stern voice, vaguely old scars, hidden at the bottom by sternness.

Cheng Qian was on the verge of speaking, but suddenly couldn't continue.

He involuntarily held his hand that had hidden Ting Qiankun, thinking: "Can I trust this thing?"

Cheng Qian was silent for so long that Yan Zhengming was almost terrified.

Those words blurted out without thinking about it, Yan Zhengming himself couldn't tell whether it was the truth or anger, but it didn't prevent him from regretting it. At this moment, his mind went blank, and he couldn't figure out how to get those words back. come to me……"

"Okay." Cheng Qian said suddenly, "If you really want to follow, let's go together, but I'm afraid you have to go back quickly."

Yan Zhengming stared at him blankly, still not recovering.

Cheng Qian's anger was completely vented in his heart, he sighed, and waved to Yan Zhengming: "Okay, don't be dazed, come here."

Sect Leader Yan, who was aggressive and about to bite just now, was completely subdued, and he followed him into the inner room with low eyebrows.

The next day, Yan Zhengming announced his "hasty" decision in a refreshed manner, but it hurt Li Yun.

Li Yun didn't expect that with so many things happening with her eyes closed and opened, she was almost overwhelmed by the stories that could be written into a picture book if they were listed together.

He looked at his senior brother with a blank face: "So?"

Yan Zhengming said: "You take Nian Da and Shui Keng to look after Han Yuan for me, and go with them. We will come back to meet you in ten and a half months at most."

Li Yun sneered and said: "Yes, I want to take care of my apprentice, look after the child, intimidate a junior who is so cruel that I can't beat him at all, and I also want to praise the sect, and get involved in the matter of eliminating demons and defending the Tao—Senior brother, may I ask?" Do you have three heads and six arms?"

Yan Zhengming said: "Hey, you entered the Tao with the Nine Links, you have a clever mind, and you have always been able to do a lot. I believe that these will not be difficult for you."

At this time, I don't want to dislike him for his low cultivation and not doing his job properly!Li Yun wanted to throw this false compliment back on the face of the senior brother in charge, he roared: "Fuck off, whoever wants to do it, I won't do it! Just kick me out of the sect!"

Li Yun, who lived in dire straits all year round, would often yell and protest. Yan Zhengming had already gotten used to him and ignored him at all, turning to the puddle beside him. He looked slumped and lacked energy.

"Junior Sister, follow me." Yan Zhengming said.

This was the first time Yan Zhengming went out on his own initiative since Lai lived in Qing'an, and he led the puddle directly to the unknown hall.

The dilapidated thatched cottage that Muchun lived in still retains its original appearance, and the Taoist boys come to clean it every day, and the yard is very clean.Puddle gave him a confused look, not knowing what it meant.

Yan Zhengming pointed to the broken wooden table with three legs and said: "Under the table are engraved the rules of my Fuyao school. When your senior brothers started, each of you had more than 49 times. As for whether these rules should be followed, you You can figure it out for yourself, the rules about not entering the mountain cave on the first and fifteenth day of the new year are for children who are just getting started, you can just copy it twice, don’t take it too seriously.”

When he said this, he paused for a while, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "I sent my disciples to start, and the master should have brought them to the unknown hall and personally given the precepts. Although you have been started for a hundred years, you have never gone through this step. Now that the master is gone, I, as a senior brother, have no choice but to act on my behalf—"

Puddle's eyes widened.

Yan Zhengming lowered his eyes to look at her, and said: "You are cheerful by nature, yet you don't lose your sense of proportion. You don't think too much about everything, and you don't overdo it. That's good. If you can work harder in the future and do less work daydream, the cultivation base will be further improved."

I heard that even when the master gave the resignation, he rebuked her first and then bestowed the precept. Shui Keng didn't expect the brother in charge to speak so highly of her, so she was a little at a loss for a while.

Yan Zhengming said: "I asked you to pass on a message to your fourth senior brother, 'Fuyao has followed the human way since ancient times, and you don't have to listen to the destiny. Come on, but grew up to such a big age in peace, Tong Ru Shizu wholeheartedly wanted to change the fate of the sect and the fate of the master, but now it seems that all of them have failed, only to help you unintentionally, send you At this point, it can be seen that some things do not need to be overly obsessed - I will give you the word "natural" today, I hope that in the future, whether you are a powerful person who can make all the monsters bow their heads, or just be an incompetent in the sect All the little disciples are calm about their own ins and outs, don’t need to be self-confident, and don’t need to suffer, if you are broad and thorough enough, you will be able to come back one day, remember?”

He is seldom so serious, and the puddle had an illusion for a moment. She felt that the senior brother in charge was like an immortal ridge, always propped up in the depths of Fuyao Mountain inconspicuously, usually covered by flowers, weeds or ice, snow and mud all over the mountain. Only occasionally will the firmness and calmness that is not urged by the sword be revealed.

Shui Keng was brought up by senior brothers, and compared to her ambiguous attitude and refusal to recognize her biological father, the senior brother in charge is more like her father.

Her nose suddenly became sore, she let out a muffled "hmm", and said in a low voice, "Yes, thank you, senior brother."

It's a pity that before she was completely moved, she saw Yan Zhengming let out a sigh of relief, and said in a disgusted and brisk manner: "I've dealt with you, and I always feel like a wild apprentice without going through this procedure. It has become a domesticated one... You will clean up the unknown hall later, I will not be here in two days, you follow Li Yun to copy the house rules, and don't rush out to cause trouble."

Puddle: "..."

Well, the elder brother's kindness is always just superficial, and the ugly face has a long history.

In this way, Yan Zhengming re-sealed Fuyao Mountain, which had not reappeared in the world for a few days, and everyone was ready to go their separate ways again.

Han Yuan watched the mountain gradually disappear into the secret realm with a calm expression, and tried his best to put everything in his mind, because he knew that he would never come back.

"Let's go," Yan Zhengming said to them, "I'll see you in Sichuan in a month."

Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming galloped with their swords all the way, without stopping for a moment on the way, and reached the extreme north in one day and one night.

Da Neng crossed the border and touched the warning wind chime above the Xuanwu Hall. The disciples who guarded the gate came out to check that day, but they didn't see anyone. They only saw a faint and narrow trace of frost left in the sky, which melted in the air in a blink of an eye.

After passing the Xuanwu Hall and going north, there is a large uninhabited ice field, and the boundless white connects the sky and the earth into one, killing it inhumanly.

After flying on the extreme northern ice sheet and the great abyss for three full days, the weather was getting colder and colder, and Cheng Qian had the illusion of returning to the ice pool of Mingming Valley.However, after all, the ice pool has only one corner, and it is far inferior to the vast indifference of the Great Ice Sheet and its indifference to everything. It seems that all hope and life will end here.

Three days later, the icy and snowy land came to an end, and a vast ocean suddenly rushed into view—the two finally arrived at the Sea of ​​the Underworld.

Yan Zhengming shook out the stone mustard seeds from his sleeve, and the stone mustard seeds fell into the stagnant sea water, turning into a majestic, mountain-like ship, unmanned, and sailed by itself. Ruanrou Township is a standard.

Cheng Qian looked around the boat inside and out, not knowing what to say about him.

Yan Zhengming: "What are you looking for?"

"Singing prostitute," Cheng Qian made fun of him with a dull face, "I always feel that Yingge Yanyu can be heard in this place in the next moment, singing the one you mentioned...what's the name of that?"

"Fuck you, this damn place is freezing to death," the headmaster Yan, dressed in a soft brocade robe, held a folding fan and complained without sincerity, "It's all because of you looking for trouble!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Sect Leader Yan leaned to one side on the soft couch in all directions, and said arrogantly: "Come here and give me a hammer!"

Cheng Qian ignored his unreasonable troubles as usual, leaned on the mast and looked out over the sea.

It was clearly noon at this time, but there was no light on the surface of the sea. It was like a piece of black ink, which was indescribably black even in the deepest mountain abyss. The wind is calm, like a dead land.

Compared with the East China Sea, which has many reefs and rough waves, it looks like a noisy river ditch.

No one knows how deep the Sea of ​​Darkness is. When Cheng Qian looked down from the surface of the sea, he couldn't help feeling the same feeling that he had when he was young when he probed the back mountain and looked at the Heart Demon Valley. He knew the danger, but I want to find out more and more.

"Who deserves the name of Beiming? That's all short-sighted mortals' self-esteem."

Cheng Qian suddenly thought of Tong Ru's words, at first he thought the master was cynical and self-deprecating, but only then did Cheng Qian really believe it.

When the real night fell, the distant wind began to blow across the sea. When whimpering and passing by, it seemed like thousands of ghosts hovering. The boat transformed into a stone mustard seed was hundreds of feet high, but it was like a flat boat when it came here.

Unknowingly, Cheng Qian stood silently on the ship's side for a whole day and night, and fell into samadhi without warning—it's strange to say that he was born with a narrow mind, but he had a special relationship with the sky and the sea. , that is, at the seaside, probably the practice itself is a process of making up for what is lacking.

There is Beiming beyond the East China Sea, and what is there beyond Beiming?

Human beings cannot grow as long as the heaven and the earth, so what is there before the beginning and after the decay of the heaven and the earth?

They explored the infinite realm with their finite bodies, entered this extremely narrow road, and embarked on such a road destined to be martyred. Is it just a delusion for mortals to go to heaven and earth, and to turn the clouds and rains upside down?

At this time, Ting Qiankun, which was sealed in his inner mansion for ten thousand years, and Beiming Zhihai gave out a subtle resonance, as if they echoed each other from ancient times. In a trance, he heard the bell again, and Ting Qiankun in the inner mansion suddenly glowed The ground lit up with radiance, but it was a pity that it was slightly blocked by the power of Shang Wannian protecting his primordial spirit, and fell back again.

I don't know how long it took for Cheng Qian to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Zhengming leaning against the cabin covered in moisture, guarding his side.

When Cheng Qian saw him, it was as if he had fallen from the sky and returned to the world of mortals. He couldn't help being greedy, so he smiled.

Cheng Qian asked, "How long has it been?"

Yan Zhengming raised his hand to wipe off the moisture on his face: "For three days, I'm so boring."

"Three days?" Cheng Qian was stunned, frowned and looked around, "We don't even have a map, how can we find the secret place of Daxue Mountain?"

"It's useless to ask for a map," Yan Zhengming said, "You can't even understand the map on the sea—the rock mustard seed doesn't move with the water, it will be attracted by places with strong fresh air. Let's take a look, not to make an appointment with them. Has it been a month? Think of a solution in two days or less."

As Yan Zhengming was talking, he leaned over, lazily put his arms around Cheng Qian's waist, leaned on him and said softly, "It's so quiet, it feels like we are the only ones left in the world."

Cheng Qian thought about the scene for a while, and suddenly shuddered: "What? Then I'm left alone for you to toss? I'd better hurry up and kill myself."

Yan Zhengming had a rare calmness this day, and he didn't have the same experience as a professional who is not good at the scene. He pushed him closer, and said softly: "When I was in the Valley of Heart Demons, I thought about it more than once. If you are the only one left in the world Just the two of me."

He said, closing his eyes slightly, feeling that at this moment, his heart seemed to be finally filled.

In the past, there was always a gap, and a series of wild thoughts could be knocked out by a turmoil from time to time. Even on Fuyao Mountain, Yan Zhengming would occasionally wake up from some far-fetched nightmares.

One day he dreamed that the Fuyao sect had finally returned to the top of the top ten sects, and it became more prosperous, but countless beautiful female nuns came to Fuyao Mountain one after another, looking for Cheng Qian to be a couple of double cultivators.He was awakened alive, and when he opened his eyes to see Cheng Qian's peaceful sleeping face, he realized that it was just a deep feeling in his heart.

Yan Zhengming saw Cheng Qian's earlobe close at hand, couldn't help but licked it lightly, then opened his mouth to hold it, and rubbed it with his canine teeth.

Shocked, Cheng Qian returned an elbow to him, a thin layer of red quickly rose from the base of his ears to his neck, and scolded, "What are you doing? Do you think this is Fuyao Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming let go of him, and said with a low smile: "I used to be told that there were many swords and swords in Sword Art Online, but I still didn't believe it. Now I understand what is going on with one of the demons...People are always greedy. I used to think that even It’s Naihekou by the side of the underworld, if only I could see you again, after a long absence, I thought again, if your heart is like mine, even if you don’t say it out loud for the rest of your life, that’s fine... Now, I suddenly feel dissatisfied again , I want to always add a 'my' before 'Cheng Qian'."

Cheng Qian was very warmed by what he said, but he teased him earnestly and said: "Your own mind is wavering back and forth, and your cultivation is not enough, so don't blame Sword Art Online."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He was silent for a while, looked at Cheng Qian seriously and asked, "Did you really not hear me pouring out my heart?"

Cheng Qian laughed out loud immediately, Yan Zhengming became angry from embarrassment, and immediately made a gesture of going back to the cabin to sulk, Cheng Qian hurriedly smiled and held his hand: "Hey, brother, don't be angry, I haven't..."

His voice stopped abruptly, Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt the boat under his feet accelerating. The next moment, he suddenly pulled Yan Zhengming to his side, stretched out his hand to grab the mast, and at the same time, the whole stone mustard seed The big ship fell straight up and down.

I saw that the vast and boundless Beiming Sea suddenly broke from the middle, split the whole world into two, and pulled out a huge "waterfall" with a height of ten thousand ren...

But under such a frightening scene, there was no sound of water.

Cheng Qian didn't have time to think about it, the big ship had already crossed the fault straightly and flew out.