Cheng Qian was dumbfounded by his voice, and for a while he wondered if he should also call out "Master" or something.
More than a year ago, when he set foot on Fuyao Mountain for the first time, there was no one who knew Taishan and thought that it was a poultry sect with no father or mother, but a little bit of style.
Isn't that right, there are so many folk sayings, let's not mention the rangers and loose cultivators for the time being, but as long as they can be called "sects", which sect should not have a gang of three aunts and two uncles, all day long, feisty and intriguing with each other
A leader with a few fledgling disciples—a group of young people in the countryside who dig out birds’ eggs and fight in groups is probably even bigger than this.
But just in the past few days, Cheng Qian discovered that the sect not only had a master, but also a master, which did not make him feel any honor.
From the same school, compared to the master who turned the river and the sea like a leisurely, and the master of the first devil in the Eight Wastes and Six Harmonies, and then look at the bear-like appearance of his own master who "lived to the immortal", it is hard to be a Fuyao faction. Does the existence of the Taoist explain to the world what is "the Tao is one foot high and the devil is one foot high"
Furthermore, Cheng Qian was really undecided as to which of the two names "Poultry Sect" and "Magic Cultivation Camp" would be better to say.
After his identity was revealed in one sentence, Lord Beiming sighed slightly, and as the black mist all over his body gradually dissipated, revealing his true face that had been hidden for a long time.
He has neither immortal style nor green face and fangs. Overall, he is a person.
The eye sockets on his face were slightly sunken, which added a little more handsomeness to him, but in addition, this legendary sect of all demons was actually just a middle-aged man who was not very conspicuous, with a little white hair on his temples. In the middle was an unusually pale face - a middle-aged man who was a little haggard.
Bei Mingjun put his hands in his sleeves, waved his hands in front of his lonely corpse, and said, "Get up, Xiaochun - I never saw you kneeling on me when I was alive, what do you look like now?"
Real Master Mu Chun got up from a kindness, put down the puddle, and asked her to go to Cheng Qian. He opened his mouth quite casually, and said, "Going to the grave, it's not more than usual, it's okay to kneel on your ancestors."
Cheng Qian: ""
He found that no big or small and disrespecting teachers are the traditions of the Fuyao school.
"I always thought that you were ruined, Yuan was reincarnated, and I once mistook Xiao Qian for you. After all, his birthdate was right, and his **** temper also has the legacy of your past, but I didn't expect you to actually He didn't die, but was attached to three copper coins." When Mu Chunzhen said this, he paused, and then said with a bit of sadness, "Master, since you are possessed, why are you so poor? If you can't find gold ingots, why don't you find a silver ingot anyway?"
When the black mist covered his body and half-covered his face with his pipa in his arms, Lord Beiming used the sect of ten thousand demons to his full extent, which was enough to make people worship. People are not like that.
He looked at Master Mu Chun, with the rather sad look of Master Mu Chun when he usually looked at Yan Zhengming, and said with a smile: "If that's the case, can I still see you as a teacher? It's already been spent by you to solve the urgent need. "
Real Man Mu Chun said: "Master, my sect is now different from what it used to be, and it's not as poor as it was back then."
Lord Beiming sarcastically said: "I know, you are getting more and more promising, and you have paid yourself a wealthy apprentice."
These two yin and yang people who have been separated for many years exchanged a few words, looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud at the same time in Cheng Qian's inexplicable.
Cheng Qian held the puddle and stared at the corpse with sunken eyes, not understanding the mystery of the elders' words.
Laughing, the real person Mu Chun asked: "You have one soul scattered in the group of demon valleys, and one soul scattered in the Soul Eater Lamp, is this the last soul left now? Yuan has stayed in the world for a long time, and there is nothing to rely on, even if it is Lord Beiming , you have to fall and die, right?"
Lord Beiming smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't die."
Real Master Mu Chun: "Where is Senior Brother, is he dead?"
When he was in front of dozens of large ships and countless pairs of eyes, he could only call "Jiang Peng" directly. At this time, when he spoke in private, he called back his senior brother. If he wanted to come, he didn't need to cover up in front of Beimingjun.
Lord Beiming paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied, "It wasn't completely wiped out, I smashed the soul fire in the Soul Eater with the power of one soul, which is considered a serious injury to him. But your brother is feeding the tiger with his body, By refining yourself and the Soul Eater into one body, the soul also becomes the soul of the ghost lamp, and it will no longer enter the reincarnation, and it will not be considered a human being, you can treat him as dead."
Zhenren Mu Chun was silent for a while, and then asked, "Did he recognize you?"
This time, Bei Mingjun laughed without saying a word and did not answer. It seemed like a silent answer to him: what if you recognize it, what if you don't recognize it, what is the difference between now and then
Lord Beiming turned to Cheng Qian and called out kindly, "My son, this is the third time I've seen you, come here."
Cheng Qian took a few steps forward, but did not follow his words. He just silently stopped by the hands of Master Mu Chun, and gave a junior salute to Lord Beiming in a lukewarm manner. Since he didn't know what to call him, he didn't speak rashly.
Although the master and Bei Mingjun seem to be very close in a few words, Cheng Qian's intuition is not the case.
If the relationship between the master and the master was as harmonious as it seemed, Cheng Qian couldn't understand why the master never mentioned the master for so many years, and did not come to collect his body.
Bei Mingjun lowered his head slightly and asked patiently, "You dare to settle down even in the bloody storm. You are a daring little thing. What did you realize at that time?"
Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, then replied politely: "Inspired by seniors and Zhenren Tang, this disciple has learned from seniors the attitude of 'no fear of the sky, no fear of the earth, no fear of people'."
When Bei Mingjun heard this, he stared at Cheng Qian for a while with mixed feelings, and said in a low voice, "My dear boy, the bloodline that my Fuyao faction severed has resumed."
Cheng Qian was stunned when he heard these words.
In an instant, he remembered the inconsistency of his master's face, the weasel that seemed to be dead just now, and Jiang Peng's sentence "Half-human, not human" in the ghost way. The overtones in the words full of meaning.
He turned his head sharply, staring in disbelief at his suddenly beautiful master.
Real Master Mu Chun raised his hand on top of his head and sighed, "If only you could give your fourth junior brother a little bit of your heart and mind—yes, Xiao Qian, you guessed it right, my Fuyao sect's bloodline started as early as ten years ago. It broke a few years ago, and I'm dead too."
Cheng Qian clenched his teeth too tightly, and for a while there was a "cluck" sound, and he was speechless.
But the real person Mu Chun didn't care, and he still said: "My master at that time, my master, was at a critical juncture in retreat, and he had no time to take care of him. At this time, the eldest disciple Jiang Peng went into the devil's way and fell into the ghost realm. Go, became the first resentful soul to die in the Soul Eater Lamp, but thanks to the blessing of his unfinished magic, he was able to escape with a ray of essence left, and fell into a little demon who was about to die due to a thunder calamity. The seal of the head of my Fuyao faction has been passed down."
There seems to be sadness on Beimingjun's face: "you"
Real Man Mu Chun smiled and said, "This little demon's body is nothing, but it's just too greedy."
Lord Beiming said in a low voice, "Attached to a dead body, you are not afraid of exhaustion of your Yuan strength, and you can no longer enter the reincarnation if your soul flies away and scatters?"
Real Master Mu Chun slightly rolled up his sleeves, glanced down at his toes, and nonchalantly imitated Lord Beiming's tone with a smile: "It doesn't matter."
Cheng Qian asked in a low voice, "Master, who tore up the portrait in the Jinglou?"
Reality Mu Chun was stunned for a while when he heard the words: "Why, didn't you clean it up? Oh, that's probably what I did. Yuan was bitten by hundreds of ghosts in the Soul Eater Lamp, and he couldn't help but feel resentment after coming out. The demon is a dead thing, I was not used to it at first, I am afraid that I am not very clear about it for a while."
He said it lightly, but Cheng Qian felt as if he was choked in his chest, he hugged Mu Chun Zhenren's waist, and buried his head in his arms.
How could such warmth be just a ray of Yuan
Mu Chun continued, "I just fell into the body of a weasel, and I still can't walk on four legs. I kept crawling and trying to find my master, but it turned out."
Lord Beiming remained motionless in the same place, falling into a lonely shadow.
"I saw the 'Four Sages' besieging Fuyao Mountain," Mu Chunzhen said to Cheng Qian, "I then realized that my master turned out to be a great demon, and the Four Sages were the great powers in the world, all of them fell on Fuyao Mountain, and they all went from Fuyao Mountain hit Wangyou Valley, two hundred miles away, and the shocking catastrophe burned the valley into a sea of flames. For the next three years, there was no grass. Four saints died and three serious injuries. I guess if they hadn't just picked him to retreat. At the juncture, I still don’t know who died under the ancient tree. It’s just that I don’t know much, so I don’t know that Master, your old man is already ranked in the ‘Northern Ming’, disrespectful and disrespectful.”
Real Mu Chun's words were deliberately selective. For some unknown reason, he didn't mention a single key point - for example, why did Jiang Peng go crazy? Why kill the master? Why did Lord Beiming take this road? Who are the Four Saints? Why invite them to fight
He only said what happened from beginning to end, without saying a word about these causes and consequences.
If it was normal, Cheng Qian would definitely ask the question to the end, but at this time he couldn't care about it at all, his chest seemed to be tightly stuffed with a mass of cotton wool, and it was so blocked that he couldn't get up and down in one breath, and he wanted to cry loudly. one.
Real Mu Chun pushed him away gently but unquestionably. He bent down and picked up a tree branch from the ground. The tree branch gradually transformed into a wooden sword in his hand. He took a few steps to the side. , came to an open space, and said to Cheng Qian: "You have learned the second style. Today, I will demonstrate the next three styles to you for the teacher. Look carefully."
Cheng Qian always pestered Master Mu Chun to learn swordsmanship, and was often sent away by the master with a bag of candy. Now, the master finally took the initiative to teach him, but he was not happy at all.
He understood that the master was about to leave them.
Cheng Qian was stunned for a while, tears suddenly poured out like the flood of the levee, he couldn't hold his breath, he couldn't stop even biting his lip. Cheng Qian had never cried like this before, even if his parents sold him for a few dollars, he never shed a single tear.
For the first time in his life, he had touched such a deep and incomprehensible pain that he could not bear or vent for a while, and the face he had always maintained was wiped clean.
Shuideng carefully stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of his clothes. Seeing that Cheng Qian ignored him, he also started crying.
Bei Mingjun couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "Boy, weren't you afraid of the world just now, why did you start crying again?"
Cheng Qian desperately endured the grief, but he found that he couldn't hold back his joy and anger, but he couldn't hold back the tears no matter what, his vision was still blurry and clear, he choked for a long time and said, "Master, I'm not learning anymore. , don't you teach me, okay? You don't want us?"
Master Mu Chun lowered his wooden sword slightly and wanted to coax him a few words, but he had no choice but to remember that Cheng Qian was not Han Yuan, and he couldn't easily fool him. , I haven't had a few years, and I still can't follow you all my life."
Reality Mu Chun closed his mouth when he said this. He knew that no matter what he said, the child would get into his own horns, so he simply kept his mouth shut.
He held the wooden sword across his chest, and made a quick start. This time, he didn't read the ridiculous formula, and he didn't deliberately slow down.
The first stage is a journey of thousands of miles. The young people are full of high-spirited spirit and have the ambition to go to the sky and embrace the bright moon.
In the second form, he searched up and down, and the long and painful strokes were all contained in the rigid sword strokes without straying.
The third style is counterproductive. It penetrates the sky and the earth, but it is no more than a flood of ants, and it is like a golden soup, but it is only a sand house.
The fourth style flourished and declined, with three ups and downs, still unable to escape this long-standing fate.
The fifth style returns to basics
Cheng Qian couldn't help but recall the words his master said to him - "dead" and "ascended", is there any difference
They are both in the vast and indistinct, always come and go.
It was the first time Cheng Qian saw the whole set of Fuyao wooden swords, and the tears on his face had not dried up.
Real Man Mu Chun asked in a warm voice, "Do you understand?"
Cheng Qian pursed his lips and stubbornly said loudly: "No!"
"Bullshit, I don't understand anymore." Mu Chun stretched out his hand and flicked on his forehead, then he restrained his smile and looked at Cheng Qian and said, "Xiao Qian, do you still remember the door rules? What about the place to clear the door? said?"
Cheng Qian's red eyes glanced at Bei Mingjun, but did not answer.
The real person Mu Chun said softly: "Those who are guilty of unforgivable sins need to be cleaned up by the same sect. This is the reason why there are many rebels in my sect, but they still occupy a place in the Xian family."
Cheng Qian wiped away tears.
Master Mu Chun said lightly: "Although the road is clear and clear, it should be quiet and inaction, but the practitioners should not go against their original intentions. Since a catastrophe has occurred, the laws of the heavens are clear, and there will be a catastrophe."
Suddenly, the sleeves of his robes were windless, and his face was so pale that it turned blue, and there seemed to be a faint fire flashing between his eyebrows.
Lord Bei Ming looked calm and said: "I have been in charge of the sect for eighty years, and I am indeed ashamed of my ancestors and sects, and I am also ashamed of your brothers and sisters, so I made a poisonous oath to destroy my body, and used my three souls to block the sect three times. Disaster, Xiao Chun, you don't have to do it yourself."
After hearing this, Master Mu Chun did not show any gratitude or emotion, but replied calmly, "Master, if you are allowed to die, what about the justice of the resentful souls who died under your hands?"
His voice was steady, always gentle and polite, but Cheng Qian felt that it was the most chilling words he had ever heard.
True Master Mu Chun seems to have used his own power to soak all his joys and sorrows in the cold water.
A row of extremely complicated spells flashed in the air, and then a golden light was emitted, which was suddenly the "dark amulet" in Li Yun's mouth.
Bei Mingjun did not hide or dodge, stood still, narrowed his eyes and looked at the talisman that was fleeting and melted into heaven and earth, and said in a low voice: "The soul seals the soul."
Mu Chun smiled and said, "If I can seal the soul of Lord Beiming, my life is worth it."
Cheng Qian's eyes widened, the next moment, he was pushed away by a force, staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes darkened, and he was almost unconscious for a moment.
When he opened his eyes again, Lord Beiming was gone, and Cheng Qian saw a thin black mist entangled in golden light, pressing down on the old copper coins in the hands of Real Man Mu Chun.
Apart from the hand holding the copper coin, Master Mu Chun's whole body was already transparent. He knelt down, buried the copper coin next to the corpse under the ancient tree, and then smiled and beckoned to Qian Qian.
Real Man Mu Chun: "The weasel has a small print on it, you take it off."
Cheng Qian seemed to have made up his mind to fight against him and remained motionless.
Real Mu Chun's smile faded away, and he seemed to want to raise his hand to touch his head, but found that his hand passed over Cheng Qian's head.
Master Mu Chun said: "That is the seal of the head of the Fuyao Sect. Go back and give it to your senior brother, and let him take care of you in the future. As for Xiao Qian, the sword technique, you should practice the second style."
At the end, he took a deep look at Cheng Qian, his lips twitched, and he said almost inaudibly, "Master is gone."
Said, his whole person dissipated in place, like a broken light, slammed into the soil, and disappeared again.
It is rumored that "in ancient times there was a big toon tree, with eight thousand years old as spring and eight thousand years old as autumn", because "the tree age is endless" to wish the holy life of Gaotang's kind father, but unfortunately people are not grass and trees after all.
Zhenren Mu Chun buried the copper coin in the soil, as if he had personally sent Cheng Qian into a beginning—the search for each generation starts from the moment they bury their fathers in the soil with their own hands.
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