Generally, teenagers who grow up together will naturally mix together and become small, but the cubs on Fuyao Mountain are obviously not ordinary teenagers. Yes, it was extraordinarily sloppy, but on a trip to the Demon Valley, the coldness and estrangement between the four brothers and sisters melted without knowing it, and gradually revealed their true temperaments.
In this regard, the real Mu Chun was very pleased at first, but he soon discovered that it was better for the apprentices to respect each other like ice as before.
One unlucky child is just a child, two together can make a thousand ducks, three together can turn the river into the sea, as for four
There is no peace on Fuyao Mountain—
One day, Yan Zhengming, who was becoming more and more arrogant, had a whim, and he stuffed a large incense burner under the table of his junior and disciples, and set the mission hall on fire all day long, like a big soup pot. The white dumplings that only floated on the soup pot, every morning class in the white expanse of sleep, I don't know how to sleep, I don't know how comfortable it is.
The shrunken Li Yun couldn't see him being so stinky, and he didn't know where to find the formula for "Ningxiang".
Ningxiang is a kind of unquestionable sidewalk, and it is not as innocent as its name. It is said that a pinch of it on the pillow of a sleeping person can make people dream of spring, and it is endless fun.
Li Yun came up with the secret recipe, and Han Yuan volunteered to match it.
As we all know, Han Yuan is a topsy-turvy person. So far, he has not memorized the door neatly. What can he cook with something that he can't even read the recipe
What's more, this little beggar loves to innovate, and integrates his own ideas generously - adding two flavors of kitchen seasoning without authorization, and living "Ningxiang" into a half-half psychedelic fragrance, and then full of expectations When the big brother started "morning sleep", he stuffed it into his incense burner.
On that day, all the flowers, birds, fish and insects near the mission hall went crazy.
The two butterflies were dancing on the top of Master's head, and they couldn't chase them away. Their trembling wings seemed to be wearing a pair of women's hairpins, which were the most bells and whistles.
And Li Yun's new favorite, a big-bellied grasshopper, crawled out as if drunk, swayed a few steps, and stepped into Cheng Qian's inkstone platform by stepping on some strange light-weight exercises. The hand dipped in ink hung stiffly in the air for a while, and the ink stains on the sleeves looked like black plum blossoms.
Master has never attracted bees and butterflies like this in his life. He can't read the scriptures anymore. He stuffed the puddle that he climbed onto his head to catch the butterflies into the back basket. The play caused Han Yuan to turn off the incense burner.
Han Yuan brought up the big incense burner under the table with a smile on his face, picked up a bowl of tea and poured it up. When Li Yun snickered at the new image of the master, Cheng Qian wanted to use two rods dexterously without smiling. The grasshopper clipped out, raised his hand and threw it into the incense burner: "Junior Brother, I'll help you."
Li Yun: "Ah, don't!"
But it was too late. The unknown species of grasshopper and Han Yuan's half bowl of tea were poured on the incense burner together. The incense burner brought by Mr. Yan had a water-avoiding spell on it. channels and holes. The Water Avoidance Talisman was provoked, and he immediately counterattacked, burning a slap-high flame. Li Yun's grasshopper did not know where it came from, but it was real gold and was not afraid of fire. A sharp flame flashed across the air, heading straight for Master's moustache.
A few seasonings in the incense came into play in this case - the fire grasshopper burned Master's beard into two handfuls of charred silk with a rich sauce-flavored aroma.
On the same day, Han Yuan and Li Yun were sentenced to copy the scriptures twenty times. Yan Zhengming was the initiator. It was too outrageous to fall asleep in the morning class. It works, but Nian Zai was not intentional, and he admitted his mistake in time after the event, and survived.
For this reason, Yan Zhengming was brazen and cheeky, and stopped Cheng Qian on the way back to Qing'anju in the evening. He said with dignity, "Little copper coin, I just have time today. How is your swordsmanship?"
After spending many days together, Cheng Qian has already seen through this person's urination - as long as it is eating, drinking, and having fun, Young Master Yan will definitely move forward bravely, but once he is allowed to sit down and learn something, he will immediately become a heart-warming disease. Xi Shi, the chirping can go from toenails to strands of hair.
Just now, Yan Zhengming was halfway through his sword training and claimed that he had suffered from heat stroke.
He took the initiative to instruct his swordsmanship? Unless the sun rises in the west.
Sure enough, the next moment, his senior elder brother expressed his purpose with all manner of demeanor: "Oh, I remembered, today the master punished me for copying the scriptures, uh, this, it seems that I have no time for my brother, but If you can help me copy it a few times."
Hey, night owls come into the house and come everywhere.
So Cheng Qian threw him back without raising his head: "Senior brother, let's copy the scriptures. I don't dare to work on you for rough work like sword training, for fear of your old man's waist."
Yan Zhengming: ""
Why can't life be just as first seen? Although his fake, but polite third junior brother could never be found again.
"Wait!" Yan Zhengming still refused to give up, he rolled his eyes and saw that there was no one around, so he raised his arm to hook Cheng Qian's neck, dragged him over, and whispered, "Write a few copies for me, I will tell you You have a secret."
Cheng Qian sighed and said earnestly, "Senior brother, there is no need to tell the little brother the big secret of 'how to tie the belt to float'."
Without saying a word, Yan Zhengming took advantage of his tall body to hold Cheng Qian under his arm and took him away all the way—the wind was blowing under his feet, and he didn't look like he had just suffered from heat stroke.
Cheng Qian seldom wandered around the hills. Every day, he went from Qing'anju to the Mission Hall at 2:00 a.m., and from the Mission Hall back to Qing'an Residence.
Of course, he is not without curiosity, but he has a strong self-control. He thinks that he has not yet completed his studies, and it is ridiculous to run around. Therefore, although he knows that there are many cave houses left by seniors on Fuyao Mountain, he has not visited them.
Yan Zhengming took him to the top of the mountain all the way, and in the hunting wind, he took Cheng Qian to a strange stone that looked like a monkey: "This is it."
Cheng Qian glanced at it and wondered, "Could this be the statue that the senior brother erected for the younger junior brother?"
Yan Zhengming said triumphantly: "Little thing, don't take advantage of your words, there are times when you beg me."
Said, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the dust along the periphery of the stone, only to see a door-shaped gap there.
Yan Zhengming put his hand on the stone door, lowered his head and closed his eyes for a moment, after a "squeaky" sound, the door on the stone monkey's abdomen was pushed open by him. A row of stone steps to the ground is dark.
Yan Zhengming: "This door can only be opened by those who can bring qi into the body. Unless you go to the master to ask the master on this mountain, only I can bring you in - come with me."
Said, he got into it with a short stature.
Cheng Qian followed him lazily, not at all interested at first, and asked perfunctorily, "What is this place?"
Yan Zhengming said while leading the way, "No one has named it, but the master calls it the Jinglou."
Cheng Qian was taken aback.
The bright talismans inscribed on the stone walls on the left and right seem to sense that someone is coming in. After the two people walked in, the original dark walls immediately emitted a faint white light, which was not dazzling, but just illuminated.
"It contains countless classics that I have sent for thousands of years. In addition to the hundreds of scriptures that Master loves, there are also the heart and swordsmanship that the predecessors have collected everywhere." If Yan Zhengming had a tail, it should have been raised by this time. He said, "Little copper coin, in the future, Master will ask you to copy some scriptures and rules. If you can give me a share, I can come and open the door for you every ten days, how about it?"
While talking, the stone steps were about to come to an end, and the scent of ink from the pile of old paper rushed towards his face. Cheng Qian couldn't help but ask a little suspiciously: "Since it's so powerful, why have I never seen you come here?"
Yan Zhengming replied righteously: "If you want to chew more, you won't be able to chew it, and haste will not make it happen. Now I just need to practice the door wooden sword well. If you know too much, it will be easy to divide."
A set of entry-level swordsmanship has been practiced for seven or eight years, and he really has the face to say that Cheng Qian could not do anything about him, but the next moment, he was stunned.
At the end of the narrow path, the front suddenly became clear, and a huge stone cave jumped out in front of me. The bookshelves went straight to the top of the cave from bottom to top. Law, swordsmanship, various side-by-side ways, and even anecdotes about travel notes on famous mountains and rivers, etc. - there are many and many volumes.
There are stone steps behind the cave, leading to the lower level.
Yan Zhengming put his hands behind his back and said, "The scripture building has nine floors and countless books. Li Yun's messy recipes were stolen when I was cleaning the scripture building before, tsk, this is not a good thing - right, Copper Coin, have you decided to copy the scriptures for your senior brother?"
Cheng Qian felt like a mouse fell into the rice vat.
He has never seen Yan Zhengming so pleasing to the eye. At this moment, let alone copying the scriptures for senior brother several times, it is okay to promise each other!
It is conceivable that since then, Cheng Qian has been living in a more secluded life. He does not relax with his homework for a moment. In his spare time, he has to share the ever-increasing punishments from his senior brother, and he has to digest it secretly in the dead of night. Books I read in the hall.
Yan Zhengming promised to open the door for him every ten days, and Cheng Qian was like a greedy snake. Use the remaining ten days to go back and think slowly.
Such days are full and fast, and in the blink of an eye it is a whole year from spring to autumn.
During this period, the Tianyao Shuiping girl had already shown her inhuman side—learned to crawl, walk and jump ahead of her time. She was only one year old when she broke out of her shell, but she was already as tall as a mortal girl who was three or four years old.
Cheng Qian slid into the building without interruption, regardless of weather. At the same time, his handwriting became more and more like the inscription on the mountain, and he even learned how to imitate Yan Zhengming's calligraphy without a teacher.
Yan Zhengming thought at first that Cheng Qian, like Li Yun, would secretly swipe away a few storybooks from the sidelines and anecdotes. Who knew that he accidentally glanced at it and found that he was seriously reading swordsmanship and exercises.
Yan Zhengming, the big brother who couldn't support the wall with mud, came to a conclusion - this guy is crazy.
On Fuyao Mountain, Cheng Qian was an absolute outlier compared to Han Yuan, who had been in the door for more than a year and had not yet recognized all the characters on the door.
One day, when opening the door of the Jinglou for Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help asking his doubts.
"Bronze coins," the young master said sternly, "what are you going to do, are you going to Nantianmen to rebel?"
Cheng Qian prevaricates: "Master said, 'Zhu and Ying, Li and Xishi, Daotong is one', although the Dao has many changes, it does not deviate from the original. "
Yan Zhengming wondered: "You've only been a beginner for a year, what's the hurry to see the practice?"
Cheng Qian said: "When we came back from Yaogu last year, didn't the senior brother also say that we want to pluck out the hair of the real Zipeng? How can you beat her if you don't learn the exercises well?"
Yan Zhengming was even more surprised: "Yeah, I said 'one day', that old man is over 800 years old, and I'm only 16, what am I worried about? Maybe seven or eight hundred years later, I'm better than She's still great."
This is definitely daydreaming
During this period of time, Yan Zhengming's stature gradually stretched, and he ran towards the tallness of an adult man. His gestures and gestures began to fade away, and he began to take shape. Sometimes Cheng Qian looked at his slender arms, legs and grinding. The dawdling stature, and then look at the senior brother, will be somewhat envious.
But this little bit of admiration and envy was not enough for him to tolerate Yan Zhengming's intensified stigma.
This guy seems to feel that he has already shamed Song Yu and Pan An. Everything that reflects the light—the puddle on the rainy ground, the sharp sword, he will take the opportunity to take a photo of himself. According to his facial expression, Cheng Qian I think he must have been admiring himself in his heart when he took the photo.
A person who takes a sword as a mirror and practices for another seven or eight hundred years, seven or eight thousand years—can he learn any good swordsmanship
Cheng Qian had nothing to say to him, and went to the side to open the book he had read half of the last time.
It feels like the sect can't get better.
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