Yan Zhengming felt that all the bones in his body seemed to have been broken. For a time, his five senses and six senses failed at the same time, and he could only see Zhou Hanzheng's condescending gaze, as if in his eyes, he was just a piece of dust lying in the dust and not worth mentioning. ants.
Several people came running over, maybe the juniors, or their own Taoist boys. They tried to help him up, but Yan Zhengming didn't have any strength in his legs.
Yan Zhengming didn't know if he fainted at the time, he felt a little dazed, and in the trance he seemed to hear the voice of the master: "Zhengming, you are from a rich and noble background, you don't know the sufferings of the world, and you never know what adversity is. It's not a good thing, as a teacher, I will send you the word 'thinking' today as a precept."
That was eight years ago, almost nine years ago. He had just joined the Fuyao School and received the ordination for the first time in Zhizhitang.
Yan Zhengming has been too lazy to read and practice martial arts since he was a child. He didn't understand it at the time and asked, "What do you mean, Master, what do you want me to think about?"
Mu Chunzhen said: "The jade, the stone, is no different from the Shashuo stubborn stone on the road at first. It has been condensed by fire or tempered over time, and it is hidden in the mountains and underwater without no one. Knowing that, you still need to grind off the stone skin, ponder in every possible way, and even add a knife and axe to the body. Zhengming, you are the great disciple of my Fuyao Sect. "
Yes, he also asked at that time, what is "the great disciple of the mountain".
The master's answer was: "The beginning of the mountain is the beginning of the bloodline inheritance. You are the first person in my Fuyao sect that has never been seen before or has never come since."
A fishy breath rushed to his eyebrows, Yan Zhengming casually pushed away the hand that was standing in front of him, and vomited a mouthful of blood. He didn't want to know what kind of bear he was at the moment. When he reached the burning pain, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and he touched the side face and forehead mixed with the blood of Sha Shuo's dust. His white clothes had already rubbed like a mud monkey. .
Yan Zhengming heard Zhou Hanzheng's voice coming from not far and near: "You guys started from Qinglong Island, and in the future, you may be able to form your own faction, preaching and accepting disciples, then I have to advise you all. At this time, when you are working hard, the school is not With a good name, you can really rise to the top."
Yan Zhengming's arms on the ground kept trembling, his full of anger and humiliation collided righteously, like the water and soil mixed into a swamp, sinking his whole body into it, spitting out a sigh of hatred. , deeper sadness than self-blame.
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"Eldest brother, what's wrong with you? Say something, eldest brother!" Li Yun shook his shoulders hard.
Yan Zhengming's eyes finally got the focus, he looked at Li Yun, Cheng Qian, and Han Yuan blankly, and thought to himself, "Master is wrong, what kind of jade am I? I'm not even a stubborn stone, just A puddle of mud that won't hold up against the wall."
Master must be old and confused, otherwise how could he pass the head seal to him
Yan Zhengming felt that the word "Fuyao" was like two mountains, pressing on his shoulders, and he was exhausted, and no one could bear the backbone of these two mountains.
"I" he opened his mouth to say something, but his tongue seemed to be blocked by the bitter water, and a whole sentence could not be formed.
At this moment, Cheng Qian opened his mouth.
Cheng Qian asked, "When are we going back?"
As soon as these words came out, several people were stunned.
Yan Zhengming may want to flee, Han Yuan and Li Yun may not be so persistent, everyone may say this, but it should not come out of Cheng Qian's mouth.
These three junior brothers have always been outliers in Fuyao Mountain. It is obvious to all that they have no distractions in their cultivation. If you open a door to the scripture building for him, he can be sent by you. How could he personally ask to leave
Han Yuan asked in a low voice, "Little Senior Brother, what did you say? Where are you going back to?"
"Go back to Fuyao Mountain," Cheng Qian said indifferently, "First help the senior brother back. I have nothing to bring except the books from the Jinglou. I can run errands to call a boat for a while, and give me the money first."
Cheng Qian said, without any hesitation, got up and turned to Yan Zhengming's other side, and Li Yun helped him up and walked out of the crowd first.
"Wait, Xiao Qian, listen to me!" Li Yun said in a low voice, "He is lecturing on the scriptures, and he will teach a lot of cultivation tips, have you stopped listening?"
"No, you listen first," Cheng Qian said with an expressionless face, "I'm leaving, it's not uncommon."
Of course, Han Yuan and Li Yun couldn't stay by themselves. At this time, the lecture hall was less than an incense stick. After all, their group's departure was very noticeable, and even Zhou Hanzheng's eyes were on it for a while. On them, Li Yun had no choice but to turn around quickly, and said to Zhou Han who was on the high stage: "Let's forgive the law, but our senior brother is a little uncomfortable."
Zhou Han was swinging his fan frivolously, and smiled at Li Yun with a sarcastic expression: "Oh, then let your senior brothers take care of themselves."
Said, Zhou Han turned his eyes and landed on Cheng Qian who had his back turned to him. He dragged a long voice and said lightly: "That kid, um, that kid who hit people in the face with a wooden sword, although you are very ordinary, but Swordsmanship is a bit interesting, if you want to go further, you might as well try it under my door, after passing the exam, maybe you can find a place where you can learn swords seriously."
Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear him, his footsteps were not chaotic, and he walked out without looking back on Yan Zhengming.
Han Yuan looked at Cheng Qian's ugly face at a loss, wondering if he really didn't hear it or what, he said in a low voice, "Little Senior Brother, the one surnamed Zhou"
Cheng Qian squeezed his first foul words out of his teeth: "Fuck your mother's fart."
Han Yuan had to silently shut up and follow his three senior brothers closely.
People on half the hill were looking at them, their eyes sneering or sneering, as if they were looking at a group of dingy bereaved dogs.
Young people are not afraid of the sky and the earth, and the most fearful thing is that others will look down on them. In this regard, not to mention Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming, Li Yun and even Han Yuan are all the same.
Li Yun turned his head abruptly, and rudely wiped away the tears that had swirled in his eyes.
Just as their group was about to leave the hillside of the lecture hall, a loud shout suddenly came from behind: "Stop!"
Then a figure fell together, blocking in front of several people impartially, it was the poor Taoist aunt Tang Wanqiu like a mallet.
Cheng Qian benefited a lot from her battle with the big devil Jiang Peng in the East China Sea. Cheng Qian even thought about it, if they would live on Qinglong Island in the future, he must find a chance to visit this man of his own way. Tang Zhenren, but did not expect that Qinglong Island is not so good to live.
At this time, he was full of anger, and he didn't even like Tang Wanqiu. Seeing her blocking the road, Cheng Qian took off the sword from Yan Zhengming's waist and held it in his hand. He said, "What advice does Tang Zhenren have?"
Tang Wanqiu said sternly: "Is the lecture hall a vegetable market, come when you say it, and leave when you say it?"
Li Yun on the side reluctantly suppressed the anger in his heart, clenched his fists beside him, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the upper tooth hall for a while, and then reluctantly said in a relatively calm tone: "We have already confessed to Zhou Zuo's Dharma, Send the Sect Master there."
Tang Wanqiu cut him off and said, "Could it be that he could be crippled just now, and I need all of you to carry him alone? Do I need to call a big sedan for you?"
Li Yun: "We"
Cheng Qian took a step forward abruptly. At this time, he was simply a coward. Under Li Yun's terrified eyes, he unceremoniously said to Tang Wanqiu, "Get out of the way!"
Tang Wanqiu's eyes swept across Yan Zhengming, landed on Cheng Qian, and sneered: "I get angry, I understand, you are planning to escape from the island, right? A bunch of trash."
Cheng Qian's fingers holding the saber slowly moved up a few inches.
Tang Wanqiu didn't seem to know what it means to stop when it was enough, but he still insisted: "Why, isn't what I said true? Could it be that you are also ashamed and feel humiliated?"
Cheng Qian brazenly took out Yan Zhengming's saber, and threw his senior brother's priceless scabbard on the ground without hesitation, ignoring the exclamations of the senior brothers behind him, and recklessly slashed it with one sword.
Cheng Qian has been practicing swords for five hours a day for half a year, not to mention a thousand miles a day. At this time, at least he can integrate his sense of qi into sword moves, but he usually uses wooden swords, and its power is always limited. For the first time he touched a real sword, he unleashed a merciless killing intent from "Youth Tour" in "Pengcheng Wanli".
Tang Wanqiu: "Good day!"
She didn't even draw out the sword, she directly greeted her with the scabbard. Before the sword's edge had reached, the two sword qi that stood up to each other had already collided. Cheng Qian's wrist suddenly became numb, and a small gap was cracked at the tiger's mouth. The wound, and he not only did not abandon the sword, but just directly changed his move to meet it.
This is a change in the search from top to bottom, "cycle over and over again".
The sound of gold and stone rose again, Tang Wanqiu flipped his wrist, and the scabbard flipped in the air, suppressing Cheng Qian's sword moves that didn't know how to advance or retreat.
Li Yun: "Stop it! Xiao Qian—Senior Brother, let Xiao Qian stop quickly!"
There was not a trace of blood on Yan Zhengming's lips, he seemed to be able to travel thousands of miles, and a voice frantically screamed in his heart: "You let a child stand up for you! What's the use of holding the head seal? What's the use of your life? "
But his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.
The wealth and honor in the world are like floating clouds, coming and going without a trace, stripped of the gold and jade, Yan Zhengming felt that his chest and abdomen were cut open mercilessly, and he was exposed to the bright world.
Tang Wanqiu didn't get angry but smiled: "Why, you still want to fight with me, haven't your adults taught you how to write the words 'beyond one's own strength'?"
Cheng Qian's hair on both temples was soaked with cold sweat, he suddenly let out a suppressed roar, and turned the sword in his hand to an angle with difficulty. , Tie Jian went backwards, pointing at Tang Wanqiu.
The third style of the Fuyao wooden sword backfired. This sword is called "desperate."
Tang Wanqiu's broom brows furrowed fiercely, the sharp sword squeaked out of its scabbard, the sharp sword light flashed, and Cheng Qian had already fallen two feet away.
She snorted coldly and returned the sword to the sheath: "If you practice the sword without any distractions, you will have to practice for at least 180 years before you are worthy of being my opponent, but I don't think that day will come. You haven't hit the road yet. I was already scared."
"I'm not afraid of you, Tang Wanqiu." Cheng Qian supported the ground with the tip of his sword, desperately trying to get up again, tilted his head to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said hoarsely.
When he thinks he is alone, he feels like heaven and earth, and he can come and go.
A person is also a person when he reaches the top, and he is also a person when he falls into the abyss. Even if he loses his head, is it just a scar the size of a bowl? What's there to be afraid of
However, before he knew it, he had a lot of weak points, and knocking on any one of them was enough to make him suffer, and he had to give in against his will.
Cheng Qian stared fiercely at the person standing in front of him, gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of anyone."
He remembered it several times, and fell back several times. The boy's slightly slender body trembled under the wide robe, but he didn't show any signs of shivering.
The trembling Yan Zhengming's vision suddenly blurred.
He suddenly let out a loud roar, yanked away Li Yun's hand, and took a step forward to pick up Cheng Qian.
"Are you a muddy?" Yan Zhengming seemed to have a knife in his chest, stabbed him fiercely over and over again, and asked himself, "Do you want the Fuyao faction to become a muddy mud school in the mountains? Are the ancestors and sects shamed under the nine springs and above the nine heavens? Do you want to cut off the bloodline that the master is desperately passing on in the animal body?"
What kind of "first person in the mountain" is he
Yan Zhengming took a few breaths in his chest, bloodshot eyes, turned his head suddenly, looked back at Tang Wanqiu without flinching, and said word by word, "We didn't say we were going, and even if we were going, it wasn't now."
Tang Wanqiu was like a stubborn stone, untouched.
Yan Zhengming helped Cheng Qian with some difficulty and walked out from Tang Wanqiu's side.
Li Yun and Han Yuan hurriedly followed. This time, Tang Wanqiu did not stop her. She poked on the spot for a while like a tree stump. When they were far away, she expressionlessly gathered her long messy hair, leaving her alone and sloppy. Sloppy.
The Taoist boy who was patrolling in the lecture hall saw her from a distance, and hurriedly ran to pay tribute: "I have seen Tang Zhenren, why didn't Tang Zhen come in? Is Zhou Zhenren in the lecture hall?"
Tang Wanqiu smothered his face with words without raising his head: "One of the greatest shames in my life is to be in the company of this person, bah."
Said, she turned around and walked away like a crab.
The road from the hillside of the lecture hall to the guest room seemed to never be long. After all, Tang Wanqiu was merciful. Cheng Qian was not injured except for his own hand that was stubbornly cracked. , but still walked very silently.
Finally, when he was about to arrive at the gate of the courtyard, Li Yun couldn't help but ask, "Elder brother, what should we do in the future?"
Yan Zhengming had no clue in his heart, and felt that the road ahead was endless and endless, but he didn't want his juniors and brothers to see that he was at a loss, so he tried his best to squeeze out an expression that was the same as usual, seemingly casually: "Who knows then. , take one step at a time."
Han Yuan was even more subtle, and said bluntly: "Elder Brother, when will we not be bullied by anyone?"
Yan Zhengming really couldn't answer this question, so he had to silently slap Han Yuan on the back of the head and go back with a heavy heart.
Some people may be accustomed to being overwhelmed by nature, and even the smallest thing as big as a chicken feather should be kept in their hearts for ten days and a half, but Yan Zhengming unfortunately happens to be a generous heart. A road boy and maid, trying to coexist peacefully with his rarely chaotic mood.
However, it didn't work, and until the sun went down, he was still devastated.
He clearly knew that he should get up and go to the backyard to practice swordsmanship immediately, or immediately pick up his carving knife, or he should not wait impatiently to meditate and work hard to accumulate true essence, but no matter which one he can't calm down and do.
Yan Zhengming had a thousand thoughts in his chest, and he didn't know where to start. He finally sighed and fell on the bed on his back, staring blankly at his bed curtain, thinking of a way out for the sect, but unfortunately in his short life Just pay attention to the appearance, even if the inside is hollowed out, there is really no real material.
He sighed, his stagnation had nowhere to go, and he wished he could make a big noise.
At this moment, the door of the house was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak".
Yan Zhengming took a deep breath and said impatiently, "Ochre, didn't you say I've fallen asleep?"
"it's me."
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, propped up half of his body from the bed, and glanced at it: "Tong Qian, why are you here?"
Cheng Qian was carrying a small medicine bottle in his hand, which was probably used to treat injuries from bruises - ever since he added an hour to himself to practice swordsmanship every day, this kind of unnoticeable smell of medicine often wafted on his body.
"Let's take a look at your fall injury." Cheng Qian said simply.
Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and let him torture his bruises again with rough hands and feet.
When Cheng Qian packed up his things and took a handkerchief to wipe his hands and was about to leave, Yan Zhengming suddenly stopped him: "Xiao Qian, do you have anything to ask me?"
Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "When you fell off the high platform today, you called out 'Master'"
He said, as if he didn't know how to comfort him, he hesitated for a while, and finally patted Yan Zhengming on the shoulder tentatively.
He found that he was still speechless when he said good things, Cheng Qian was a little frustrated and sighed lowly.
Yan Zhengming: "I didn't say that."
Cheng Qian glanced at him suspiciously: "Otherwise?"
For example, where should the sect go in the future? For example, when will you be able to live up to your spirits, Sect Master
At this moment, Yan Zhengming discovered the difference between Cheng Qian and others - he never cared about what decision he made as the head, and never expected someone to be better, so that he wouldn't have to suffer so much on Qinglong Island. Being bullied, he increased his sword practice time on his own. Whether the sky fell or the ground collapsed, there was only one clear and clear path in his eyes.
"Master showed you the whole set of swing wooden swords?" Yan Zhengming suddenly changed the topic.
Cheng Qian nodded: "It's just that I haven't mastered the last three styles."
"Just remember." Yan Zhengming put on his coat, picked up his own saber from the bedside that brought him countless humiliations, "Go, go to the backyard, and help me mute the swing wooden sword into a sword score.
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