After causing trouble in front of Qinglong Stage, without Yan Zhengming's instructions, the Fuyao faction, including Daotong, all reduced the number of outings. They learned from top to bottom what is "convergence".
Cheng Qian extended the time of practicing swordsmanship every day by another hour, and fixed and fed his brothers and sisters. In the blink of an eye, the immortal city came to an end.
The adversity is pressing, even Han Yuan, who has never learned anything, knows that he has worked hard. Li Yun first got a sense of anger when he got up from a nap one day and played with Jiulianhuan. No one can tell why he entered the Dao. Yes, the master was gone, so Li Yun had to be taught by the elder brother for the first time he touched the talisman and carving knife.
On the last day of Xianshi, Han Yuan changed into an inconspicuous sackcloth, went out for a trip, and only returned in the evening. When he came back, he carried a packet of snacks in his arms and ate while walking, which made the puddles in the courtyard greedy. If he couldn't, he followed him step by step, and eagerly followed Liu Lazi.
"No, little junior sister," Han Yuan said irresponsibly, "People say that children can't eat adults' food, they will choke to death."
Shuikeng has half a deciduous tooth capable of sawing wood. She doesn't believe his alarmist words. Seeing that the package of dim sum has reached its bottom, Shuikeng spit out her first words in her life: "Sessssssssssssssss!"
Han Yuan paused and said in surprise, "Yeah, can you speak?"
As soon as the puddle saw the door, he immediately clenched his fists, his face flushed and his neck was thick, and he shouted again as if he was desperate for his life: "Hey!"
"It's good." Han Yuan boasted insincerely, without expressing anything at all, and walked forward with his food. He had a problem with being a beggar in his early years. food in the mouth.
The puddle was in a hurry, and he forgot the words of the brothers who were not allowed to fly around, and suddenly stretched out his wings, which were more and more controlled, and fluttered to chase after Han Yuan.
Coincidentally, Cheng Qian and Li Yun walked in from outside.
Cheng Qian's face sank as soon as he saw the familiar big wings, and he whispered, "Come down!"
Shuikeng is afraid of Cheng Qian, because the trick of acting like a spoiled brat works for other senior brothers, but not for the third senior brother, who is strict with others, and even more harsh on himself. A somersault fell down, and a fart was sitting on the ground, his mouth pouted, but he didn't dare to cry in front of Cheng Qian.
Cheng Qian was holding a basket of flower branches in one hand, and a few books in the other hand.
What would happen if a little celestial demon with no self-protection ability was coveted by other monks with ulterior motives
And there is a real emergency, no one can seek justice for her. After all, she is not a person. In the eyes of many monks, she is not a person, but an object, even if she is the daughter of the Demon Empress, the body of a half-demon, and those who support her. Small pets are probably no different.
Seeing that Cheng Qian was about to have a puddle again, Li Jun waved his hand and said: "Forget about Xiao Qian, she doesn't understand anything, I hope she remembers it herself, why don't we think of a way to prevent her from flying again."
"I did find a spell that can seal demon blood a few days ago," Cheng Qian said, "I just don't know how much I can make it."
Although Li Yun had just started to get in touch with spells, he had a deeper understanding of its breadth and depth, and hurriedly said, "Don't rashly use those spells you haven't seen before."
Cheng Qian didn't answer directly, just smiled and changed the topic, turned to Han Yuan and said, "Where have you been today?"
"Inquiring about the news," Han Yuan said vaguely, chewing on his mouth, "I've checked it out these days. The black-faced face who troubled us is named Zhang Dasen, and now he's also in the lecture hall. The one who made the sword is called Zhang Erlin. He is his younger brother. He lost the election. As soon as the Fairy City ends tomorrow, he will have to leave Qinglong Island. I can understand that these loose cultivators have no family and no sect and like to form a group by themselves. Zhang Dasen They've got a group of people now, so beware of them in the future."
Han Yuan has one thing that can be called a stunt - in the streets, as long as someone else has a word or a word, he can find out.
Li Yun asked, "Who was that person holding the fan that day?"
Han Yuan's face was slightly dark: "The one we can't afford to offend, he is from Qinglong Island, his name is Zhou Hanzheng, and he is the left guardian of the scripture hall. There are two guardians on the left and right of the scripture hall. The woman with a very square face, remember Is it? She is the right protector."
This is about Tang Wanqiu.
Li Yun frowned and said, "This Zuo Fagen doesn't know us, why is he so dissatisfied with us?"
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"If you're dissatisfied, let's skip the meeting and go directly to the lecture hall," Han Yuan said, "I don't know, I heard that this person is very evil and a little moody, so I'll try not to provoke it in the future - yes, I got a little bit today. good stuff."
Having said that, Han Yuan patted the crumbs of the dessert in his hand, took out a small oiled paper bag from his arms, and secretly took it out to his brothers.
Inside the paper bag were three odd-shaped needles, with indistinct spells engraved on their tails and blue tips.
"This is" Li Yun's eyes straightened, "Xiao Qian, don't touch it! This is a soul-searching needle. Where did you get the poisonous one?"
Han Yuan said with a hilarious smile, "Hey hey, he came from the Fairy Market."
"I know this thing, it's very powerful," Li Yun ignored the accusation of Han Yuan's behavior of stealing chickens and dogs, and excitedly held the needle in his hand through the paper package, "It's not easy to come by, why is it called that? The 'Soul Search Needle' means that as long as you tell it who it is, it can go forward and kill the enemy on its own, with this thing, even if it is a general's head among 100,000 people, it will be easy!"
Cheng Qian had no interest in these sidelines. Even if he really wanted to smash anyone's bones into ashes, he would smash someone with his own sword. , carrying the strange big flower basket in his hand, and kicked open Yan Zhengming's door.
He slammed the flower basket on the table while the little maids snickered, and said angrily, "The broken flowers and willows you want."
At this time, the maids were surrounded by the door, and the scenery outside was just right, but their big brother, who had been raised for three months with a small wound of an inch and a half long, was not playing. A long wooden stick, he was holding a carving knife in his right hand, and condensed a spell in his palm.
Being kicked at the door by Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming's line suddenly broke a corner, and the carving knife poked a bead of blood on his finger.
Yan Zhengming frowned at first, found out that the person who kicked the door was Cheng Qian, and laughed again—for the "serious injury" of this drop of blood, Cheng Qian was not only sent by him to be a flower thief during the day, but also endured the elder brother's punishment at night. Picking and choosing, I personally inserted those inexplicable flower branches into the vase.
The next day, the lecture hall opened.
The so-called "Lecture Hall" is actually a hillside. It is noisy and noisy. Looking around, there are people of all shapes and sizes, men, women, young and old. There are some people who have it, some are sitting, some are simply climbing a tree, and there is almost no place to go.
Fortunately, Fuyao sent everyone to arrive ahead of schedule under Li Yun's order, found a small corner in the front and inconspicuous, and settled down beforehand.
There are noisy scattered cultivators everywhere, most of them are not high, far from the level of fasting and no dust. There are some people who are wandering outside all year round, and their life is very careless. Next. There are also people who carry bizarre spiritual pets, such as dogs, birds, foxes, etc., and a fat big gray mouse rushing through the crowd, so disgusting.
Such a treasure of feng shui, even Cheng Qian couldn't help frowning, not to mention their clean-minded senior brother.
But Yan Zhengming didn't say a word - he didn't say anything, it was he who decided to stay, could he still slap himself with two big mouths in public
Yan Zhengming waved his hand, rejected the cushion Daotong gave him, and stared into the distance with his eyes open, feeling an unspeakable loneliness in his heart.
He couldn't help but think of the mission hall in Fuyao Mountain, where there were pavilions and small courtyards, with cigarettes curling up, and a Taoist boy quietly handing out pastries and hot and cold tea, but they didn't know how to cherish it. race field mess,
He himself often slept without knowing what to do, and when he opened his eyes, the sun was always rising. Li Yun would play with his pile of disgusting reptiles. Han Yuan was always stealing food.
So far, it's all gone.
"Hey, little senior brother, what's the matter?" Han Yuan pulled back Yan Zhengming's thoughts as he fell into memory.
Yan Zhengming tilted his head and felt that Cheng Qian was about to lean on Li Yun. His face didn't look like he hadn't slept well.
Cheng Qian half-squinted and shook his head. He didn't know if he had the energy or he didn't want to say more, so he didn't say anything.
Yan Zhengming was taken aback. The last time he saw Cheng Qian's face like this was when the boy touched the spell with his head back, and let himself loose.
"What did you do last night?" Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand and tapped the dark spot under his eyes, "Are you a thief?"
Li Yun suddenly remembered the conversation he had had with Cheng Qian the day before, and turned his head to forcefully ask, "I went to see the little junior sister before I left this morning, and I saw her crying in the room, what's the matter?"
When the puddle cried, it was about to collapse the house, so after she understood a little bit, she usually didn't cry in the house. She cried occasionally, and when the house shook, she basically shut up.
The half-dead Cheng Qian finally gave him a little response: "Is the house okay?"
"You're doing such a thing again," Li Yun said angrily, picking up Cheng Qian's collar, "You've carved a spell by yourself again, don't you die?"
"Shh—" Han Yuan pulled Li Yun and saw that the noisy hillside suddenly quieted down. A person suddenly fell from the sky in the middle of the lecture hall. The wildflowers on the hillside seemed to have received nectar from the sky collectively. bloom.
And the man on the high platform was that Zhou Hanzheng.
Zhou Han was holding his three-thinking fan, and folded his sleeves and clasped his fist arrogantly in all directions: "Let everyone wait for a long time."
Yan Zhengming first raised his hand and sneaked Cheng over, and then helplessly whispered to Li Yun and Han Yuan: "It's actually him, if I knew I wouldn't come today, I would have listened, let's come and leave early today, don't recruit people. Eyes, do you hear?"
Li Yun didn't say a word, his white face became even paler, Han Yuan gritted his teeth, his face was full of anger.
Yan Zhengming pretended not to see the reactions of his juniors and brothers, feeling that Cheng Qian was leaning against him softly, his breath was so weak.
Although he didn't ask clearly, Li Yun's few words were enough to let him know that Cheng Qian must have done something terrible in order to cover up the demonic energy in the puddle.
"Oh, I really don't worry about it." Yan Zhengming thought, squeezing Cheng Qian hard to vent his anger.
Tai Zhou Hanzheng had already begun to talk eloquently, nothing more than that the lecture hall opened once every ten days, and the rest of the time the disciples went back and worked hard.
"We on Qinglong Island don't want our disciples to learn from each other, but you have to be careful not to hurt your peace. If you really hurt someone for good or bad, the sect rules will repair you." Zhou Hanzheng said, meaning something. He glanced down and didn't know how he did it. The fluttering eyes actually found the people of the Fuyao faction and stopped for a moment on Yan Zhengming. Then, Zhou Hanzheng smiled and said, "Okay, I will give it to you today. Talk about introducing qi into the body and storing qi in the Dantian."
"Forget it," Yan Zhengming listened with one ear and thought absentmindedly, "Even if you don't go home, you have to go back to Fuyao Mountain. We have a nine-story building, and even if you grope yourself, it's better than hanging your tail here. Be strong - the big deal is like the master who retreats and sees no outsiders, so go back and pack your bags today!"
At this time, Zhou Hanzheng suddenly said: "I know that everyone's progress is different, so let's get a disciple to demonstrate with me."
He said, with a sinister look in his slender eyes once again rushing in the direction of the Fuyao faction, and meeting Yan Zhengming's eyes, Yan Zhengming almost had the illusion of being stared at by a poisonous snake.
"Ah, Sect Master Yan," Zhou Hanzheng said with a smile, "I heard from the island owner that your sect is quite old and has a very rich family knowledge. Sect Master Yan must have passed the stage of absorbing qi into the body long ago. Come and open our eyes, shall we?"
Cheng Qian hadn't slept all night, and his true essence had been exhausted because of the spell. At this moment, his whole body was exhausted. There seemed to be a bunch of clips on his temples, and the clips were so tight that his ears were buzzing on both sides. . All the way to the lecture hall has already done his best. If he is a little squeamish, he can't get up in the morning, but when he hears this, his whole body can be stretched immediately, and he will get up.
His slight struggles alarmed Yan Zhengming, Yan Zhengming was bored, he didn't need to look for trouble, but trouble always came to him.
Yan Zhengming pressed Cheng Qian casually, and said angrily, "Sit honestly, kid, don't make trouble, who wants you to come forward?"
Said, he took a deep breath and walked forward with his saber. Every step he took, his belief in leaving became firmer. When he was ten steps away from Zhou Hanzheng, Yan Zhengming stopped and put his sword upright. On the ground, he said to Zhou Hanzheng: "The real person advises."
Yan Zhengming's saber is really dazzling, and the body of the sword is not mentioned. The scabbard is invaluable. It is full of gems. The Queen's phoenix crown may not have such many treasures.
Zhou Hanzheng sized him up and said, "Anyone in this room who can introduce qi into the body knows that the initial sense of qi was generated by fate. I don't know why Sect Master Yan entered the Dao?"
Yan Zhengming is now thinking about whether he should go and say goodbye to the island owner of Qinglong if he wants to leave. He knows in his heart that the island owner helps them find someone and provides shelter. It can be said that he is benevolent and righteous to them, but the grievances he has never suffered in his life are all there. After tasting it on Qinglong Island, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but feel some resentment and anger towards the island owner.
When asked, he didn't want to spend much time talking, so he said very briefly, "Sword."
Zhou Han nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I guessed it, I can see that Sect Master Yan loves his sword very much."
As soon as these words came out, even the three words "Sect Master Yan" were very ironic. Some people were watching the excitement, and some were deliberately flattering the mighty Zuo Fa, and there was a burst of laughter.
The blue veins on Cheng Qian's forehead jumped for a while. Li Yun knew that he couldn't hold back. When he saw him move, he immediately jumped up and pressed him under his palm, and warned in a low voice, "Are you causing trouble again?"
Cheng Qian clenched his fists white. Everyone has an unbearable limit, which may seem unreasonable to others, but it is the anger that the party concerned can't swallow no matter what. If others insult him in person, Cheng Qian is for the overall situation. You may not be willing to conflict with others, so you will endure it.
But when it fell on the master and the brothers, he couldn't stand it no matter what.
Li Yun stuck one hand tightly on his shoulder, and said in Cheng Qian's ear, "Don't make trouble, I'm afraid Senior Brother wants to go back."
Cheng Qian paused.
Li Yun whispered: "Xiao Qian, think about it carefully, you can't stand it, how can the senior brother stand it, I'm afraid that when he sees the big hillside of the scripture hall this morning, he will feel that he wants to go back."
Zhou Hanzheng first put Yan Zhengming aside, and talked eloquently about the various ways he knew about absorbing qi into the body. After counting the examples, he said: "Breathing qi into the body is the first step to communicate with the world, after this level is passed. Even if all of you have officially entered the door, the next step is the cultivation technique. As for what this cultivation technique is, each sect has its own unique secrets, but the substance is mostly the same, and they are all teaching you how to introduce the essence of heaven and earth. In the body, it forms its own true essence."
"The so-called profound skills, in addition to swordsmanship, it also depends on whether your true essence is mellow." Zhou Han turned to Yan Zhengming and asked, "I don't know how long is the master Yan's qi into the body?"
Yan Zhengming was silent for a while.
The Fuyao sect never pays attention to the exercises. The first thing for the disciples after entering the school is always to engrave talismans to exercise the meridians. Occasionally, they get into meditation or have enlightenment by chance. Zhenren Muchun has never asked them to meditate and concentrate like other sects. Yuan.
Zhou Hanzheng seemed to have decided that Yan Zhengming was an ignorant dude, and asked with a smile, "Sect Master Yan, what's the matter?"
Yan Zhengming: "Three years."
Zhou Hanzheng clasped his palms and smiled: "Three years of qi-introduction into the body, you should have achieved a small amount of skill. Let me see it later."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange wind on the stage, all of which swept towards Yan Zhengming. With Yan Zhengming's sword in front of him, his whole body's sense of qi was instantly mobilized, forming an invisible cover under his feet to protect him.
Zhou Han just took his time and said to everyone under the stage, who stretched their necks and looked up: "This set of exercises is called rockery and rivers, and it was created by my sect to test the skills of the disciples in the school. I think some of you have already seen it in the Qinglong exam. This is called Flying Sand and Rocks. It is aimed at beginner disciples. Those who have achieved little success within three years, and those who are diligent and outstanding can persist in this Flying Sand and Rocks for several days, those who are second-class can persist for several hours, and those who are second-class can persist for a few hours. , as for"
Yan Zhengming only felt a buzzing sound in his ears - he had never practiced True Essence, and he could not routinely mobilize his breath, and soon his limbs almost lost consciousness. The air membrane was already broken, and an unstoppable force slammed into Yan Zhengming's chest, and then the hurricane hit him like a whip. His feet were light, and the next moment, he was thrown off the platform .
That Zhou Hanzheng looked at Yan Zhengming who fell out indifferently, and calmly completed the second half of his sarcastic remarks: "As for those who are not qualified enough, they use medicinal pills to forcibly improve their realm, and I thought they might be able to enter the Dao because of 'taking medicine'. I can hold on to a cup of tea and a stick of incense, but it seems that I overestimated this 'medicine pie' Yan Sect Master, right?"
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