Holding a pile of tattered books in Li Yun's arms, he stumbled firmly on the threshold of Cheng Qian's door, and almost flew out with the tatters in his arms, but before he could make a sound, someone had already taken care of him. He let out a terrifying ghost cry—in the room, Cheng Qian was holding a needle, picking the blood blisters on Yan Zhengming's hand one by one.
Cheng Qian's method of dealing with blood blisters is very neat, one needle in, one pick and one pinching, three strokes and five divisions, never dragging his feet, ravaging his delicate senior senior brother to the point of pain: "Take it easy! Cheng Qian Are you born with a big bag! Ah-"
Cheng Qian said indifferently: "No, I may be a pig butcher."
"You unfilial and untiring thing!" Yan Zhengming almost jumped up from his chair, "What kind of bird sword, I will never practice again!"
Li Yun hurriedly closed the door that was knocked open by himself, to prevent the last bit of face of the Fuyao faction from sweeping the street.
No, Master Yan, this is the first time in his life that he was bruised by a wooden sword. lose face.
Han Yuan looked at him terrifiedly against the corner, the color seemed to cast some shadow on the swordsmanship.
"I got this from Qinglong Island," Li Yun put the pile of rubbish he turned over on the table, trying to ignore the tragic snort of the head, and explained, "This is the island chronicle on Qinglong Island, which records Some of the major events that have occurred in the major immortals over the years, some of which mentioned us."
Han Yuan stretched his neck and asked, "And us? How do you say it?"
"The earliest record is that when Qinglong Island was built, it was said that an elder from Fuyao brought two disciples to congratulate him on his behalf." Li Yun said, "The first one mentioned in the list seems to be very honorable."
Yan Zhengming "hiss" for a breath of cold air, and waved his hand half-deadly to interrupt him: "Not to mention the scenery of the ancestors, let's talk about the lost family."
Li Yun buried his head and writhed for a while: "I remember it, the sixth-generation head of the Fuyao sect, I don't know why, after a certain fairy market ended, he suddenly announced that the sect would be streamlined, and each person could only accept two apprentices. Later, his successor personally overturned this rule, took in 18 disciples in one breath, and became a group for the position of headmaster, and almost died, it seems that from then on, the generation is not as good as the generation."
"What else?" Yan Zhengming took out the head print from his neck and asked, "Who do you want to fight? Hurry up and take it, I won't suffer here anymore, I'm going to pack up and go home."
Nobody pays attention to him.
Li Yun lay on the pile of old papers, and then rummaged: "I guess from that time, the rules of the sect began to stipulate that there should be no infighting among the disciples. Later, it seemed that there were many demon cultivators in the sect, and Guang ranked in the Beiming. there are two"
Cheng Qian: "Three."
Li Yun sighed: "Well, forget it—it's easy to say if you take a fork in the road, it is recorded that there is a senior in the door who believes in the technique of astrology, and believes that kung fu and swordsmanship are all small skills, and he will not teach his disciples anything else in his life. In the first generation, the Swinging Wooden Sword was almost lost. There is also a senior who loves to travel. It is said that when he was in charge of the sect, his closed disciples only saw him once in their lives, but the one who really made the Swinging sect hidden from the eyes of the world was the master. When I write about the master, I only say that he is in seclusion all the year round, and he does not communicate with anyone, and every time Xianshi sends disciples, that is, the master and whoever come over."
When Li Yun said this, he raised his head and said, "Oh, I really don't talk about it. In fact, the Fuyao faction was still the first of the ten famous schools."
Yan Zhengming obeyed: "I can hear it. Our faction has a long history. Over the years, it has been rich in demons and all kinds of freaks, and it is also famous. I think it can survive until now. It's not sure which dead grandfather will bless it."
Han Yuan asked frowning: "What should I do? Pack up your luggage and go home?"
Cheng Qian and Li Yun looked up at him together,
Han Yuan exclaimed aggrievedly: "I didn't mention it, it was the senior brother who said it!"
"Just now, the Lord of Qinglong Island called me to see him and invited us to stay on the island for a while," Yan Zhengming leaned on a table and announced slowly, "He said that after the Fairy City, the great master on the island will give a lecture. Don, he has reserved a place for us."
Li Yun asked anxiously, "How long is a period of time? Aren't we going back to Fuyao Mountain?"
"I'm not sure," Yan Zhengming said sarcastically, "Then Zhenren Tang seemed to be asking for food for twenty or thirty years outside, and they also said that she was just traveling for a while."
Li Yun involuntarily bit his nails and said, "But I heard people say that the island owner has not asked about the world for many years, why did he suddenly come forward and leave us?"
Yan Zhengming said: "I don't know, it is said that he used to have friendship with Master."
For so many years, Yan Zhengming has been raised in the deep mountains and has not known him. Before he set off, the master told him all the things he said to him, but he was ignored by him. At this time, he rushed to Qinglong Island. He basically didn't understand anything and didn't dare to. Talking a lot and asking a lot, thinking about things from time to time, it was exhausting after a period of time.
"Bronze coin," Yan Zhengming kicked Cheng Qian, "put down your broken carving knife, look up, and say something."
Cheng Qian was interrupted by him, his hands were full of anger, and the talisman was useless.
He very frugally changed to an ordinary knife, scraped off the notch on it, and said flatly, "What did you say?"
Ever since he escaped from Wangyou Valley with a puddle, Cheng Qian seemed to have nothing else to do. All day long, besides practicing swordsmanship, he was practicing martial arts. Whenever he came to him, he would definitely hold a wooden sword in his hand. and one of the carving knives.
Because of this, Yan Zhengming tried to stop him several times without success, and almost quarreled with him, but unfortunately he didn't take it seriously.
Only then did Yan Zhengming feel how helpless the master was to them.
Cheng Qian cleaned up the sawdust and said calmly, "What do we have to remember? The beauty of the senior brother? You should be less affectionate."
These hard and cold words made his brothers and sisters disgraced, and ended the short meeting with great success. Li Yun and Yan Zhengming looked at each other helplessly, not knowing what to do with these three junior brothers. .
After all, none of them saw Master's soul fly away with their own eyes.
Yan Zhengming winked at Li Yun, Li Yun understood and led Han Yuan away.
Yan Zhengming stayed in Cheng Qian's house alone, took out a recent record about the Fuyao faction, and watched it silently. The two of them didn't pay attention to anyone until it was dark, and Xueqing came in with a food box, surprised. He glanced at Yan Zhengming who still refused to leave: "Young Master."
"Let them bring my things over here," Yan Zhengming commanded calmly, ignoring Cheng Qian's "why haven't you got out yet" expression, "I'll be staying here for a few days."
Cheng Qianman's casual expression began to crack.
Yan Zhengming didn't even look at him, and said to Xue Qing, "I'm afraid he can't think of anything, so I'll watch him here for a few days."
Cheng Qian seemed to be full before he had eaten, and after a long while, he said, "Senior brother is thinking too much, I think quite a bit."
"I have the final say on this." Yan Zhengming briefly dismissed his words, and at the same time got up and moved around. Under the eyes of Cheng Qian's impending disaster, he was ready to toss him.
He seemed to already have the secret recipe for being the headmaster—when he was practicing swordsmanship, he was making a fuss about packing up his luggage, and he only remembered the headmaster seal when he was making a fortune.
"By the way, ask a few people to come over," Yan Zhengming said, "sweep the floor, can't see the hair on the floor - and my incense burner moved in, and asked Xiaoyue'er to make incense."
Before Cheng Qian could make a sound, Yan Zhengming had already become the whole process of occupying the magpie's nest. Then he picked Cheng Qian up by the back of his head, threw him beside the dining table, and ordered, "Ready to eat."
Cheng Qian silently reached out to touch the chopsticks, but before he touched it, he was slapped by Yan Zhengming.
"Clean hands." Yan Zhengming frowned.
The Daotong didn't go out, so Cheng Qian couldn't directly attack the elder brother who had just become the head of the sect in front of them, so he had to stare at the other for a moment, dipped his hand in the water basin viciously, and touched the tea bowl on the side.
Yan Zhengming slapped it off again.
Yan Zhengming: "Drinking tea before eating a bite of rice, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Qian: ""
He had a hunch that the day would not be good.
"Cool first and then heat, how can you eat hot and cold dishes alternately?"
"Rice is useless, who asked you to serve cakes?"
"What? You eat and drink soup in a bowl?"
"What the hell, this eggplant isn't peeled! Are the unpeeled eggplants for people to eat?"
Cheng Qian finally couldn't bear it any longer, he put down his chopsticks with a slap, got up and left.
Yan Zhengming said inexplicably: "Why are you going?"
"I can't think about it, I can't eat," Cheng Qian said, "Go to the backyard to practice swordsmanship."
Cheng Qian practiced swordsmanship for two hours in the morning and in the evening, rain or shine, and never cut corners.
But this day he suddenly felt that two hours was not enough, and wanted to practice outside for a night.
When he was exhausted and had no choice but to go back, he found that his room had been ruined by the elder brother and turned into a hole of silk.
And the big demon sitting in the Pansi Cave didn't let him enter the door: "Wash away, are you going to lie down and sleep directly after a sweat?"
Cheng Qian's expression told Yan Zhengming that he seemed to think that way, and he often did it, so Master Yan turned around and called Xueqing in: "Change the sheets for me!"
As soon as Xueqing left, Cheng Qian shouted at him, "Can't you go back to your own place?"
Yan Zhengming said: "No, look at what the hell you look like now, I have to watch you these days - do you practice swordsmanship so late every day?"
Cheng Qian had a blue vein on his forehead throbbing violently, ignoring his question: "I won't sleep with you!"
"Do you think I'd like to sleep with you?" Yan Zhengming said angrily, "The cutting board is softer than your bed!"
Cheng Qian turned around and left: "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen to sleep on the cutting board, and the senior brother in charge will do it himself."
Yan Zhengming roared at the bewildered Taoists outside the door: "Take him down for me!"
Cheng Qian treats others, even the Daotong brought from Fuyao Mountain, with a somewhat distant and polite attitude. Of course, it is impossible to fight with a Daotong who was inexplicably injured Chiyu, so he had to let Yan Zhengming succeed.
The brocade brought from Wenrou Township made Cheng Qian sneezed four times and tears came down. Yan Zhengming threw him a handkerchief in disgust and frowned, "Is there something wrong with your nose?"
Cheng Qian squeezed his handkerchief with two fingers, stretched out his arms and threw them away, and took out a book about spells and taboos: "I think there is something wrong with your brain."
Yan Zhengming pressed him face down into the quilt and snatched the spell book: "Sleep."
Cheng Qian: "Give it to me!"
The two had a quarrel, and they didn't even feel sleepy at all.
A good spell and taboo was almost torn in half. Finally, Cheng Qian let go of his love for the book. Yan Zhengming took the opportunity to throw the book aside and waved off the light.
Cheng Qian gritted his teeth in the dark, got into the quilt and covered his head, out of sight and out of mind.
Yan Zhengming, who won the victory, put his hands behind his head, but his complacency came too quickly, Cheng Qian ignored him, and he lay flat on the bed, staring at the bed net for a while.
After a long time, he suddenly said in silence: "I now know what 'walking on thin ice, like walking into the abyss' is."
Cheng Qian shrunk under the quilt and said nothing. Probably at this time, Yan Zhengming was the annoying "abyss" for him.
Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and continued to take care of himself: "There is a lecture hall after Xianshi, and many loose cultivators will take this opportunity to come to study, and the second and fourth junior brothers have not even entered the door to introduce qi into the body, so I just want to stay, at least to lay a foundation, we can't just go back to Fuyao Mountain with no roots and no base."
It is clearly a sect with a name, a surname and a history, but like a rootless cultivator, he needs to learn some tricks in the lecture hall of others.
"I have promised the island owner, but I don't want to be attached to Qinglong Island." Yan Zhengming paused, then added as if he was trying to persuade, "Really not."
Cheng Qian had emerged from the quilt at some point, and looked at him quietly with his face turned sideways.
Cheng Qian's face hadn't opened yet, but it had already lost weight first, and only a pair of eyes remained. The inner gaze was firm and rock-solid, but the outer shape was still childlike clear and immature.
"What was I doing when I was his age?"
Yan Zhengming thought about it, he looked at Cheng Qian, his heart was soft and unpleasant, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Ten years, at most ten years, we will go back."
But he regretted saying this, Yan Zhengming turned his head in pain, stopped looking at Cheng Qian, and quickly backtracked: "I'll just say it casually, it's best if you can go back, if you can't go back and pull it down, don't believe it too much. ."
Okay, if he can be trusted, the sows can climb trees.
Sometimes, a person or a small group of people may experience the collapse of the sky and the earth, but the time will not stop because of anyone, and everything in the world is still in a hurry.
While the youths of the Fuyao faction were anxiously looking for a way out, the immortal city of Qinglong Island started as scheduled.
The so-called "Immortal Market" on Qinglong Island is a once-in-a-ten-year gathering. There is a long street of more than ten miles on the island, where medicinal pills, spells, magic weapons, secret books, etc. can be traded here. The major sects will bring a new generation of disciples to make friends with some like-minded people. When some disciples can travel alone, they can even go together after the fairy market is over.
In addition to this, the most eye-catching is the "Qinglong Meeting", which is eagerly awaited by the scattered cultivators all over the world.
The Lecture Hall on Qinglong Island is the most desirable place for all sectarian cultivators. Countless unnamed cultivators have entered here. Loose cultivators or mortals who want to try their luck will come here, hoping to get the guidance of famous teachers. Orthodox practice.
The outstanding ones will also be accepted by Qinglong Island. Even if they can't officially worship Qinglong Island, they will be able to get started after a few years of cultivation in the lecture hall. With a skill, they can travel the world on their own to find opportunities.
Of course, the Lecture Hall cannot accommodate so many people. After layers of screening, only one or two in a hundred can finally enter the Lecture Hall.
For people like the Fuyao faction, it seems that the island owner personally opened the back door, otherwise they may not be able to pass the Qinglong exam.
When Xianshi first opened, under the instigation of Han Yuan, a few people went to see the excitement.
Xianshi Street is very interesting. Many mortals wander in it. At first glance, it is almost impossible to tell which is a cultivator and which is a mortal. However, when communicating or trading, the two are clearly distinct. Yan Zhengming quickly discovered that only mortals can use it. Gold and silver, monks are usually required to barter.
Even if Yan Zhengming and the others carry thousands of taels of silver, they can only buy mortal things on the streets of Xianshi, and the cultivator's magic weapon should not be thought of.
The Qinglong Test was held on the Qinglong Platform at the end of the Fairy City.
"Qinglongtai" covers an area of only three or four feet square, but I don't know what secret method is used. When I walk up to it, I realize that it is too big. It can even pretend to go down mountains, rivers and seas, etc., which can be faked. Tang Wanqiu and other cultivators circled the Qinglong Terrace, presumably to maintain the order of the meeting.
Loose cultivators who are conceited about their cultivation can go up to the arena to compete with others, while those who are not even beginners can choose a phantom to enter the trial to examine their character, will, aptitude, and so on.
To be fair, everyone can watch from the sidelines.
When Yan Zhengming and the others finally found a place in the teahouse around Qinglongtai, they caught up with two cultivators, one with a knife and the other with a sword. Different from the battle of the great demons they encountered at sea, in this level of competition, you can see clearly every move you come and go.
The sword-wielding man's sword moves are very fancy and agile, and he must have some kung fu, but if he is too fancy, he is a little frivolous, a bit "big and humble". The swordsman, who had been invisible all the time, suddenly seized a flaw in the opponent, stabbed his arm with all his might, and forced his thick-backed sword into the swordsman's sword move. Picked up the swordsman's sword.
The crowd cheered loudly.
Han Yuan said to Yan Zhengming enviously: "Elder brother, when can we change to the real sword?"
Yan Zhengming looked at the stage intently, and said casually, "Wait until you don't smash your feet with the wooden sword."
Cheng Qian Qian smiled and said to Han Yuan: "Master said that the sword I sent is different from other swords, and it will take a few years."
Said, he remembered the wooden sword in Master's hand that was shaking like a needle in the wind and rain, and couldn't help but add: "Besides, as long as the sword has the meaning, the wooden sword is not necessarily inferior to the iron sword."
Before he said this, Li Yun suddenly pulled him and warned in a low voice, "Xiao Qian, don't talk nonsense!"
Cheng Qian was stunned, raised his head, and saw a dark-faced man next to him looking at him coldly.
Cheng Qian was very inexplicable, and his eyes met, the man stood up, looked down at Cheng Qian condescendingly, and said, "The wooden sword is not as good as the iron sword - I heard what this little brother meant, it must be against the swordsmanship. insightful?"
At this time, the loose cultivator swordsman who had just been defeated came down from the Qinglong Terrace, walked directly to the black-faced man, and called out, "Brother."
Cheng Qian immediately understood what was going on. He thought to himself, this is really new, can't he blame the pit for shit
Obviously, at this point, Han Yuan and him are very close to each other, and the little beggar can't see others bullying his little brother, so he immediately stepped forward, and the dirty words of the street urchin have already reached his mouth.
It's just that before he had time to spray, Li Yun quickly grabbed him: "Don't cause trouble!"
Yan Zhengming reached out and stopped the reluctant Cheng Qian behind him, lazily cupped his hands at the other party, and said, "The child is open to saying that the briquettes are white, and Xiongtai smiled and said, please. ."
In front of the black charcoal talking about briquettes, Li Yun was exhausted for a while. He knew that the big brother's intention was to calm things down, but once he said this, he didn't know what to do. It was like a provocation. Fire.
Born to be slapped in the face - what kind of special talent is this
The black-faced man's face turned even darker. His eliminated brother whispered in his ear for a moment, and the black-faced man's eyes fell on the wooden sword in Cheng Qian's hand.
Immediately, he sneered and said, "What? The 'holding the waist' pie? I've never heard of it. I don't think this sutra hall can enter. Any cat or dog can come in with the relationship of three aunts and six mothers. What will try on Qinglong Island is to try to make a name for yourself, to deceive you fools who don't know the inside story!"
Tang Wanqiu, the guardian of the Dharma next to the Qinglong Terrace, obviously heard it, and her face suddenly looked ugly, but she didn't dare to leave her post without permission, so she could only stare at this side, eyes like knives, between the black-faced man and the Fuyao faction. Everyone took a look. Probably because he wanted to kick out the black charcoal head who dared to speak rudely on Qinglong Island and these little brats who came in through nepotism.
Yan Zhengming was unmoved when he heard it, and said to himself, "Anyway, he scolded Qinglong Island, what does it have to do with me?"
So he sneered and walked away.
Cheng Qian was not as heartless as him, he had already seen Tang Wanqiu's face.
Although this black charcoal was rude to Qinglong Island, but they were provoked by the Fuyao faction. The island owner has been summoned several times and has been dissatisfied. If he really leaves like nothing at this moment, I am afraid that their days on the island will not be too long in the future. better.
Yan Zhengming: "Xiao Qian, go."
Cheng Qian turned a deaf ear, and his fingers slowly crossed the edge of the wooden sword. Standing on the spot, he said slowly: "Oh? So, the Xiongtai whose sword was broken by someone must be very talented?"
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