When he woke up the next day, Cheng Qian almost felt that he was about to die. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Han Yuan lying nervously at the head of his bed, as if he was dying soon.
Cheng Qian ignored him, got up on his own, changed his clothes, and staggered to get up to wash.
Han Yuan, like a big pug in trouble, followed behind Cheng Qian step by step, and finally waited for Cheng Qian to say coldly, "Go away."
Han Yuan lowered his face and said flatteringly, "Little Senior Brother"
Cheng Qian's face was frosty: "Don't complain, okay? Get out! Otherwise, I'll go to the master now!"
Han Yuan had no choice but to run away against the wall.
Cheng Qian wiped the water droplets off his face, and he also had his own considerations in his heart - listening to the master, the master already knew from Boss Wen that Jiang Peng was also here, so he didn't have to do it, otherwise it would arouse master's vigilance. , I am afraid they are not so easy to keep an eye on the master.
As soon as Cheng Qian walked out of the small thatched hut he lived in, he saw the senior brother pointing Jiang Shanshan to express his contempt for the food in the broken inn. He openly asked Daotong to open a small stove for him under the eyes of the real Wenya.
Han Yuan's little beggar didn't have a long memory for a whole night of fright, and chatted endlessly around the senior brother to express his desire to go out for a walk.
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The big brother said in a twisted manner that because the pillow was too hard, the young master had a stiff neck and was not suitable to move around.
And his refusal to step on his own carriage - because of the little junior sister's urination.
Cheng Qian was very uncomfortable, and his righteousness was not smooth. When he woke up early in the morning and saw these noisy brothers and sisters, he immediately found a place to defeat the fire, and sneered: "You can let the puddle wash your cushions for you."
Said, he raised his hand and pointed, only to see the little sister in the puddle climbed into the car of the big brother at some point, and coldly stuffed the corner of the pad she had urinated yesterday into her mouth, a pair of ignorant eyes Blinking and blinking, he also raised his head to reveal a bright smile.
At the same time, since her teeth were not yet aligned, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably revealed a line of slapsticks.
Cheng Qian, as if he was afraid that the senior brother would feel better, took another shot slowly: "Look, the junior sister has already washed you with saliva."
Yan Zhengming looks like he really wants to die with the unknown breed of Little Junior Sister.
The thatched hut is absolutely impossible to stay, and the carriage is absolutely impossible to sit on. It is about 108,000 miles away from Fuyao Mountain. Yan Zhengming looks up at the sky and feels that the world is so big that there is no place for him. land.
And soon, the master rescued him with one sentence.
The master said, "Let's all go out and play. There is no morning class today. We will stay for another half day and board the boat to Qinglong Island in the afternoon."
Han Yuan cheered and looked at the master eagerly: "Master, I heard that there is another market today."
"Didn't I just give you a pack of change yesterday?" Real Man Mu Chun was very angry for a while, but he was finally defeated by Han Yuan's expression, so he had to pull out a purse from his sleeve, like a miser. He instructed earnestly, "Save it, don't spend it blindly."
Han Yuan is like a bird man who flew out of the cage. He took the money and happily went to call friends and companions. The senior brother ignored him first, and instructed a cadre of Taoists to find a place for him, and spread several layers of blankets to make up for it. Feeling, Li Yun thought about it, looked back at Cheng Qian, changed his mind painfully, and said, "I'm going to practice swordsmanship."
Han Yuan cautiously turned to Cheng Qian, nodded and said, "Little brother, can I take you to buy some fruit to eat?"
"Take Junior Sister," Cheng Qian said indifferently, "The two of you are better able to play together."
Han Yuan: ""
In the end, Han Yuan picked up Junior Sister Shuikeng with one hand and scratched his ears and cheeks on the spot for a moment, feeling as if he was being ridiculed, but he soon let go. Han Yuan was used to it for a long time, and he didn't care at all, and ran away with the puddle.
Wen Ya put on a debt-collecting face, watched Mu Chun's apprentices briefly exchanged after a brief exchange, and commented on them one by one behind their backs, he looked at Yan Zhengming and said, "If you don't have enough training and practice, you won't be successful. "
Looking at Li Yun again, he said, "If you don't have a strong mind, you won't be able to make a weapon."
Facing Cheng Qian, he was succinct and concise, without even saying the reason, he only asserted: "It's not a weapon."
In the end, it was Han Yuan. Han Yuan was the only one who didn't get the three words "impossible" as an evaluation, because the real person Wenya asked the real person Mu Chun in surprise: "Where did you pick this thing up to make up the number?"
As for the puddle, she was ignored, and given that she was still a "toothless", half a person at best.
Commenting, he snorted gracefully and dignifiedly, and without looking at the cloud-covered face of Master Mu Chun, he walked away.
In the evening of that day, the Fuyao faction boarded the ship to Qinglong Island.
Most of the people who seek immortality and ask are all mortal bodies, and they are also divided into three, six, and nine classes, and they also have a heart for comparison.
In the East China Sea port, dozens of large and small boats line up, among them, there are big boats covered with carvings and gauze tents, and there are also small boats that are so shabby that they are about to enter the water.
A person who can't get on the table like Master wants to take advantage of it as soon as he arrives, and he quickly sets his sights on a few boats. One person only charges five cents, so there is no better deal.
There were also some tattered bowls on the boat, which were said to be used to scoop out water in case of water leakage at the bottom of the boat.
This time, Yan Zhengming finally failed to let Master succeed. Just as Master walked to the dock with small steps to set up the boat, he had already sent Daotong to fly around and set down the biggest, most expensive and most luxurious boat. , and took the lead, with his head held high and his chest up.
When it comes to hitting the road, Cheng Qian usually does not worry about it at the end and walks with the master, because he really doesn't want to be in the company of any senior or senior.
And this time, Cheng Qian, who was following the master, saw the master frown at the senior brother for the first time.
Cheng Qian obediently let his master lead him, and when he saw his frown, he asked, "What's wrong with the master? Is the senior brother too prodigal?"
"It's really hard to walk without a penny," Mu Chunzhen said, "but it's always something outside the body, don't worry too much, but he shouldn't be so ostentatious."
Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and then reacted sensitively immediately, his eyes swept around—all of them were going to Qinglong Island. In addition to boatmen and fishermen, there were many other sects.
Among these people, there are young people who can't hide their worries, and they are already looking at their ostentatious behavior.
Yan Zhengming struttingly instructed Daotong to move his pile of extravagant and enjoyable things. He didn't look like a cultivator, but like a rich scoundrel.
In this regard, some people showed contempt on their faces, some were quite disliked, and there were a few people hovering near the cheap boat, dressed in tattered clothes, staring at Yan Zhengming from a distance, I don't know what their expressions were.
Cheng Qian's hand holding the wooden sword involuntarily clenched tightly, suddenly raised his head and asked, "Master, when will I be able to hold a real sword? It's like that of my senior brother—I don't think his sword-breaking skills are as good as mine. ."
Reality Mu Chun looked down at him with great affection: "What do you want a sword for?"
Cheng Qian glanced at the unkind eyes around him again, thinking about how to say this. He is extremely sensitive to hostility, and in the face of hostility, he can only feel at ease when he has a sharp weapon.
Although Cheng Qian also felt that the big brother had a hole in his mind, but the master said that he should not be too ostentatious, which made Cheng Qian feel harsh. Does one have to live in the eyes of others and obey the will of others
Is it because of the envy and jealousy of those foolish people, that they must go against their stubbornness and restrain their temperament
Why!
But it is inconvenient to tell these thoughts to Master. Cheng Qian intuited that Master would not like to hear them. He just avoided the important points and said lightly: "I think others have them."
Real Man Mu Chun smiled and said, "The sword you practice is different from other people's. A real sword can easily injure you by mistake, so you have to wait a few years for you to grow up."
Cheng Qian: ""
He always felt that there was something in the teacher's words.
The boat was also set, and the swagger was over, so Mu Chun had no choice but to lead Cheng Qian up.
The weather was good that day, the boat traveled thousands of miles, and the wind and waves were calm. Even the Qinglong Island, which was usually shadowy and hidden, became clear. The puddle was a little excited, probably because the fishy smell in the sea irritated her, she didn't stop for a moment, she climbed up and down on Master's withered shoulders, and grabbed Master's hair into a bird's nest.
There were a lot of comrades. Looking from the deck, there was a boat of sword cultivators sitting on a boat next to them, and they were gesturing with real swords and spears.
On the other side of the boat, there were several old men walking with swords. They were probably escorting the younger generation. On the way, they might think that the boat was going too slowly. The sea breeze blew up, and the sea wind and waves suddenly rose. There seemed to be an invisible hand behind their boat, pushing it away like a gust of wind, and several boats next to it were almost overturned by it.
The boat of the group of sword repairers almost overturned, and a middle-aged man who looked like an elder came out more and more, carrying a heavy sword in the bow of the boat, and erected the sword to his side. His face turned red, but at least he didn't let the half-sized boat overturn on the spot.
Although the Swinging Sect had no one in charge, it was better than the boat. It only swayed slightly, undulating in the huge waves for a moment, splashing some sea water.
In this way, Cheng Qian found that the eyes of the people on the surrounding small boats seemed to be even more wrong.
Cheng Qian grabbed his wooden sword and watched from the side of the boat with a blank expression. He only felt that the practitioners were not as quiet and inactive as Fuyao Mountain, and there were some who were bullying others. Instead of hating the initiators, those who were bullied wanted to. Come to hate to escape the catastrophe.
Cheng Qian suddenly felt that there was nothing interesting, and he didn't want to see the great powers fly into the clouds.
So he turned around and went back to the cabin, found a place unmoved in the shaky shaking, picked up the spell and the carving knife and started doing his excess homework, hoping that he could cultivate himself into a great power the next day.
In addition, he also found a sword manual from the Jinglou, called Haichao Sword Technique, which coincided with this trip to the East China Sea. Cheng Qian has already practiced the second form of the swinging wooden sword, and he has just started to learn the third form, and his progress has caught up with Li Yun. He practiced so fast because he was the only one among all the disciples who was beaten by the wooden sword for practicing the sword. Broken hands.
Compared with the Fuyao wooden sword, other swordsmanships seem to be very straightforward, far from those dazzling changes. Just when he practiced the Great Ocean Tide Sword a few times and began to understand a little, Li Yun suddenly broke in.
"Xiao Qian!" He pushed open his door out of breath, "What are you doing hiding here? Come up with me, it seems that the big devil the big brother said is coming!"
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