Yan Zhengming walked out for a while, remembered something again, turned back, took out a bag of milk cakes from his sleeve, and stuffed it to Cheng Qian with a bad attitude: "Take it, eat it, short dwarf."
Cheng Qian took it over happily, without thanking him, he just waved his hand casually, signaling the other party to hurry up.
On this day, after watching the Entire Spell Entry, he was full of snacks, and suddenly wanted to clean the ground floor of the Jinglou.
The bottom floor of the Sutra Building seems to be a rubbish place. No one has come for a long time. After a long time, it has been covered with a layer of ash. In other places, the walls and shelves are engraved with anti-moth and waterproof charms. Only the bottom layer has nothing, moth-eaten and missing pages are scattered everywhere, and the content is also complex, there are recipes, there are wine secrets, there are people who teach people how to care for flowers and plants, and there is even a picture of an erotic palace—on the title page. man had half his ass eaten by worms.
Cheng Qian had probably been poisoned by the senior brother for a long time. After accidentally seeing the mess at the bottom, he was very worried for a while, and finally couldn't help but decided to roll up his sleeves and clean it up.
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With this cleaning, Cheng Qian found an unexpected result - behind a broken wooden shelf, he found a wall full of teeny small letters, dusted off the dense dust, and brushed away the cobwebs, he finally looked at it. Clear the writing on the wall.
The title is clear: Magic.
Cheng Qian was taken aback. He didn't expect that there was such a thing in the Fuyao sect's scripture building. He hesitated for a while, and felt that he shouldn't peek. .
Cheng Qian forced his eyes not to glance at him, and dawdled to clean the ground floor, and then reluctantly went upstairs and left.
It's a pity that he regretted it after only a short time away, ran back quickly, leaned on the wall, and read it word by word.
There are hundreds of ways of magic cultivation recorded on that wall, all kinds of strange and all-encompassing, including those who indulge themselves into demons, those who kill to become demons, those who become obsessive and become demons voluntarily, and there are coincidences, no process. Qian quickly discovered that, except for those strange exercises that make people feel sick when they read them, many of the ways of magic cultivation don't seem to be abnormal.
Among the magic cultivators, there are also those who enter the Dao with swords, and those who enter the Dao with spells. The classification and cultivation methods of the bright and dark charms of the spells seem to be no different from what the master usually teaches the senior brothers.
Cheng Qian has been looking for ways to sense the sense of qi and bring qi into the body, so he has seen a lot of strange mental methods. There are similarities and minor differences, and there are even many requirements such as "meditation" and "removal of recitation".
Cheng Qian was full of doubts, so the next day, he couldn't help but ask his master.
When the real Mu Chun heard the words, he raised his head, and for a moment, Cheng Qian felt a black mist flashing in his eyes, but it flashed so fast that Cheng Qian thought he was dazzled.
"Ask the Demon Cultivator?" Mu Chunzhen seemed to be stunned for a while, and then asked back after a moment of indifference, "Why did you think of asking this?"
Yan Zhengming covered his face with a swinging wooden sword, and kicked Cheng Qian hard under the table, lest the little cub lose his way and confess that he took him to the Jinglou.
Cheng Qian was almost kicked to the ground by him, slammed into the stone table with a bang, and immediately fought back angrily, stomping a black footprint on the snow-white satin shoe of the senior brother, and didn't pay attention to the answer for a while. Master's question.
A few of them often kicked me and I stabbed you. Mu Chunzhen was already used to it, so he didn't pay much attention to it. After thinking about it for a while, he opened his mouth and said: "'Zhen and Ying, Li and Xi Shi, Daotong is one', there is no Dao, and different paths lead to the same destination. The magic cultivator is just another road, and the way is slightly similar, so there is nothing unusual."
Cheng Qian listened, only to think that this sentence was very familiar, and the next moment, he remembered - isn't this what he was fooling the senior brother in the Jinglou
Thinking of this, he hurriedly raised his leg and turned his body away, and as expected, he avoided the second leg, which was resented by the elder brother.
Cheng Qian always felt that there was a perfunctory taste in Master's words, so he asked: "Master, what is the reason why we choose this way and not the other way?"
After hearing the words, Mu Chun looked at him quietly for a while, and then said meaningfully: "No one picks Li Sheng Road, it will be hard, do you understand?"
This sentence is like a pot of cold water, poured all the way from Cheng Qian's Tianling cover to the tailbone, and it was so cold that he felt the illusion of being seen through by the master for a moment.
After meeting Beiming-Jun, the words "Sect of Ten Thousand Demons" were unknowingly rooted in Cheng Qian's mind. In the valley of monsters, he felt that the big monsters who were almost invincible seemed to be invincible in that person's eyes. It is worth mentioning that even the mighty Zi Peng Zhenren shivered in fright.
That time when Li Yun was talking about magic cultivation, he was stopped by his senior brother halfway through, which made Cheng Qian vaguely feel the general attitude of everyone towards magic cultivation, but in any case, he was still involuntarily attracted to explore.
Before I asked this question today, Cheng Qian thought a lot in his heart. Since he already had a bias, no matter how Master slandered the demon cultivator or called him an evil demon, he would have something to refute. Who knows that Jiang is still old and hot, the words of the real Mu Chun seem to be light and light, but they actually hit him heavily on the chest, and all the reasons in his heart were immediately labeled as "self-conscious fluke".
Cheng Qian's curiosity dissipated for a while, he had to bow his head respectfully, and said softly, "Thank you, Master."
Master Mu Chun stroked his beard, feeling that Cheng Qian's comprehension exceeded his expectations, and felt a little relieved, so he was happy, he coughed lightly, drew the attention of the disciples, and announced: "The disciple Children, you have to work hard these days, and I want to take you out for a trip."
"what?"
"Where?"
Several people almost spoke in unison, and there were surprises and joys among them. For Han Yuan and others, going out to enjoy the wind was naturally like a festival. For Yan Zhengming, it was like a bolt from the blue.
Master Mu Chun said: "The once-in-a-ten-year fairy market is about to open. You all sit on Fuyao Mountain and watch the sky all day long. You have never seen the real world of self-cultivation. For the teacher, I want to take you to see the world, and visit old friends one or two. There are all apprentices, so comparisons are inevitable, so don’t embarrass your master too much.”
Disgrace is simply inevitable.
Yan Zhengming reacted immediately, and he sat upright and said, "Master, I won't go to shame you, you can take your younger brothers and sisters, I will look after the house."
The real person Mu Chun looked at him kindly and said, "All the Taoists can look after the house, and I don't have to work. I will send the first disciple."
Yan Zhengming said eloquently: "Then how to do it? What if there is another problem in the mountain cave? What if there are small thieves who want me to send Zhong Ling Yuxiu to steal?"
Real Master Mu Chun replied unhurriedly: "I made an agreement with Daoist Zipeng that day, she has already closed the mountain cave, don't worry, there is a spell at the foot of the mountain, and there are Taoist boys guarding the gate, ordinary thieves can't come up. "
Yan Zhengming still had to distinguish, Han Yuan, who had already been gearing up for a long time, finally couldn't help but interjected: "Senior brother, how come you are like a lady who doesn't go to the door?"
Young Master Yan blushed and had a thick neck on the spot. Feeling that the surnamed Han really hated him, he walked away.
Real Man Mu Chun smiled and watched his retreating back, stroked Han Yuan's dog's head, and threatened with the same kind face: "Xiao Yuan does not seek to make progress, so far he has not even memorized the sect rules, I think you might as well stay. Watch the house."
Han Yuan suddenly became a frosted eggplant.
For the next ten days, the Fuyao Mountain was uneasy, and their chief disciple, Yan Zhengming, took the lead in making trouble.
In order not to go far, Yan Zhengming pretended to be sick, protested, and did everything. In the end, he almost pulled down his face and came to cheat on his master.
It's a pity that this time, the real Mu Chun is the king who eats the scales. He is determined to get this eldest disciple who was "raised in the mountains and unknown to people" down the mountain, and he will not eat his way at all.
Han Yuan is on the contrary. In order to go out, he recites the door rules all the time, but this person seems not to be born with endorsements. Qian saw with his own eyes the scene where he slammed his head against the wall, looking like madness.
Even the master has become a dragon who sees his head but does not see his tail.
On this day, Cheng Qian put the rice paper on the Qingxin Stone in the courtyard, and read the scriptures of silence and tranquility.
Ever since he got the answer about the magic cultivator from the master that day, he always felt as if he had touched something, but he was separated from it by a layer of membrane, and he couldn't get in for a while, so he was a little anxious.
Anxiety is not good for practice, so Cheng Qian had to stop other things first and meditate.
But only halfway through writing, Cheng Qian heard the door slam, Xueqing went out to answer the door, and after a while, he hugged a little girl with a round head and a round head, it was their little junior sister puddle.
Shuideng has half the blood of the demon clan, which is naturally different from the mortal girl. She is not very strong, even climbing trees and houses, but she can't speak. In this regard, she is more like a smart and clever Small animals are full of spirituality. When they are still an egg, they can judge each other's joys, sorrows and sorrows through their tone and actions, but they are surprisingly slow to specific words.
The master said that if it was really half of her demon blood, it would be nothing unusual for her to be unable to speak even when she was in her teens.
Shuikeng probably took advantage of the master's inattentiveness to walk out. There are only two things that can attract children, delicious and fun. Shuikeng actually prefers to go to Wenrou Township, because the senior brother is very clean. In order to send her away as soon as possible , will prepare a lot of delicious food, as long as she comes, she will use feeding as a temptation, instructing her to harm others, and secondly, she is more willing to go to Han Yuan - Han Yuan people are the "fun".
But she didn't come to Cheng Qian very often, because Cheng Qian didn't like to talk to her very much.
And she never paid attention to Li Yun - because Li Yun turned her into a toad.
It was rare to see Junior Sister Shuikeng in Qing'an Curie, and Cheng Qian asked curiously, "Why are you here?"
The puddle made two "ah", tears in his eyes and pulled his trousers forward, and then only heard a "poof", something pushed the clothes off her back, Cheng Qian was startled, and turned her over to take a look , The back of the puddle grew two unrecognizable bird wings!
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