Qinglong Island has two mountains at the front and back. At the top of the back mountain, Haitao and the dense forest are far apart, and a figure traverses quickly, almost turning into a gust of wind, heading straight for the edge of the cliff.
I saw his toes tap a few times on the edge of the cliff that was almost straight up and down, and then climbed up like a cloud and mist. He spotted a "withered grass" with no flowers and no leaves on the edge of the cliff, and pulled it down by the roots. Immediately after a flip, he inserted his five fingers into the rock, and around his arm, he threw himself up the hillside.
This person was so elegant that he was almost casual, and he only showed his true face when he landed. It was actually a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He glanced back at the sunset cliff, and turned around and walked up the stairs with a half-smile.
It was only then that the giant eagle, who was standing beside the "withered grass" in the morning, realized that he had been cut off by someone. , as if he knew that it couldn't be provoked by the person coming, he hesitated for a while, but did not dare to chase after him. After a while, the figure of the young man was hidden in the jungle and disappeared again.
Suddenly, a loud whistle came from the jungle, and the giant eagle was frightened. It flew up and left the cliff. Several other whistles responded one after another, forming an encirclement in the jungle, obviously coming prepared.
The birds in the forest rushed straight to Xiaohan, whistled and circled, and then scattered and fled.
When the young man heard it, the color didn't change. He carefully patted the soil under the roots of the "withered grass", put it in his arms, and turned the ordinary wooden sword in his hand twice, and said "tsk": "The ghost doesn't go away."
It turned out that this young man was Cheng Qian.
Five years have passed like a flick of a finger, and the former child has grown into a handsome young man, and fortunately answered the message given by the senior brother in the "Gentle Township" when he first met, and he did not grow crippled.
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian was surrounded by four or five people in the dense forest.
Before Zhang Dasen went to Qinglong Island, Zhenyuan had already achieved a little, so he has always been quite famous among the loose cultivators. Holding his stinky feet, he raised his tail even more vigorously.
"It's you kid again." During the past five years, Zhang Dasen and Cheng Qian's grievances have not only not resolved, but have become more and more serious. When they see Cheng Qian, they can't help gnashing their teeth.
Cheng Qian put his hands behind his back, the wooden sword hung down by his side, and tapped lightly on his legs, with a little confusion on his face, "I can't understand what the dog is barking."
Zhang Dasen, as a person, has always been good at showing his teeth and claws. If others scolded him, he would feel better, but every time he was indifferent to Shang Chengqian's indifferent face, he felt that he could liven up his beard.
The person who came with Zhang Dasen sneered at Cheng Qian: "Little Daoist friend, if you are smart, hand over the 'Wupeng Grass' quickly. If you don't bow your head, we have to be polite."
Hearing this, Cheng Qian immediately turned to him, only to see the young man holding the wooden sword, bowing his head respectfully and politely to the person who was speaking, clasping his fists and saying, "Don't dare to do it, advise."
This attitude of toasting and not eating and drinking made a few people around Cheng Qian look at each other, and immediately swarmed up in tacit understanding.
As soon as these people made their move, they clearly distinguished the roles of the main attacker, the auxiliary, the sneak attack, and the outflanker, etc. Cheng Qian did not panic in dealing with it, and he handled it with ease.
Obviously, both sides are already familiar with this kind of siege.
The Zhang Dasen double-headed halberd swept out a mass of wind, trapping Cheng Qian firmly in it, and the three behind him followed closely. The spine is straight up and down.
Cheng Qian didn't turn his head back, only to see that the wooden sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, pinching the attacker's wrist exactly one by one. The sawdust on the sword that was cut off by the opponent's big knife was agitated by his strength, and it broke apart like broken nails.
Zhang Dasen and the other group hurriedly dodged, and the cooperation was a little messy. Cheng Qian took the opportunity to catch a gap in the blockade of the three popularity, and saw that he raised his hand to cling to the branch, jumped, and the clothes flew like a Bird, straight up from the gap.
Zhang Dasen and others were able to chase up, but they were not as dexterous as Cheng Qian. After reacting, several people found that they had separated from others.
It was only this moment that Cheng Qian was caught.
I saw his move "Tide Rolls Have Love", and immediately caused a commotion on the treetops, the branches and leaves were in an uproar, Zhang Dasen's double-headed halberd had nowhere to display, and he was the first to be slapped with a sword qi.
Then, Cheng Qian ignored the pursuit with the human magic weapon of the subduing pestle in one hand, jumped down from the sky, and immediately went straight at high speed when he landed, and at the same time slapped the root of the big tree with his palm.
There is a saying that "the tree falls and the hozen is scattered". The few people who lived above Cheng Qianda didn't have time to retreat, and found that the building was about to collapse under their feet. At that time, Cheng Qian was already several dozen meters away and could not catch up.
In the distance, Cheng Qian brushed over the cloth-stained leaves, and bowed his hands to Zhang Dasen politely, as if it meant "nuisance, thank you for your advice", and then his figure quickly disappeared into the sunset.
Over the years, the Fuyao faction has taken root on Qinglong Island. Fortunately, Zhou Hanzheng, who was tirelessly trying to trouble them, was the Dharma protector. Extraordinary.
The two guardians of the lecture hall, one Tang Wanqiu is from Mulan Mountain, and the other Zhou Hanzheng is not from Qinglong Island, but the origin of this person is more secretive than Tang Wanqiu, so it is not something Han Yuan and the like can inquire about. Tang Wanqiu arrived at Qinglong Island in the same group as Yan Zhengming when the Fairy City was about to open, but Zhou Hanzheng arrived later than her, and left in a hurry the next day after the first lecture hall.
After that, most of the great masters who came to the high platform to lecture on the scriptures were very self-sufficient. They just said their own when they went up, and they left when they said it.
Yan Zhengming has thoroughly learned the lessons of the swagger. After that, when the lecture hall opened, they would go there together before dawn, find an inconspicuous place, and did not fight and communicate with each other. They meditated and carved spells separately. Or read swordsmanship, wait for others to come, and when this class is over, they will quietly leave together.
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Over time, the Fuyao sect was gradually forgotten by unrelated people, and several teenagers became almost transparent people. Of course, except for Cheng Qian, Cheng Qian gradually seldom appeared in public with his brothers and sisters of the sect. He was almost alone.
He couldn't be full of wings and couldn't protect the entire sect, so he had no choice but to pull the hostility of others towards the sect onto himself, and take it all.
Years ago, Yan Zhengming also hired a big boat to send most of the Daotong and Xiaoyueer and other grown-up girls back to Yan's house. After all, they are all mortals, and their youth is only ten years old, so they can't afford to waste them.
Only a few, such as Xueqing Ochre and others, are willing to stay and accompany them on this long journey of life.
In this way, Fuyao sent almost everyone to the empty building, and a few people simply moved into a yard and started to clean up.
There is no change of seasons on Qinglong Island, time is fleeting, and people who are in it are often in a trance.
In the past five years, Yan Zhengming and Cheng Qian discussed and discussed several times, and finally finally wrote down the original Fuyao wooden sword, and passed it to Li Yun, and Li Yun passed it to Han Yuan.
I don't know if it was "learning is not as good as teaching", or Yan Zhengming's mood changed a few times, and it finally settled down. He spent eight years on Fuyao Mountain before he learned less than three types of swordsmanship, and finally mastered it on Qinglong Island.
Shuideng has also grown from a babbling toddler to a little girl, probably because she suffered a great disaster before she broke her shell. I don't know who this girl has a temperament like, and she is very unhurried. Ever since she was able to speak, the puddle has never cried again. When she encounters anything, she will stick her tongue out and talk to the senior brothers in a hurry, and out of nowhere she has come up with a trick of "chattering". Tried and tested, as long as she can tire of a certain senior brother, she can always achieve her wish in the end.
In this regard, her senior brothers discussed the secret bloodline of the Demon Empress several times in private, and they all agreed that the Demon Empress might have changed from a myna, otherwise, how could she lay such a loud-mouthed egg
Cheng Qian returned to the courtyard with the black grass that looked like dead branches. As soon as he settled at the door of the courtyard, his face twisted involuntarily—when he was on the tree, he was caught by Zhang Dasen's group. The one who took the demon pestle slapped it on his back, but he didn't care to avoid it at that time. I'm afraid there was already a "green centipede" behind his back at this time, and the slightest tug on it would hurt too much.
Cheng Qian wanted to look back, but as soon as he twisted his neck, his back seemed to be broken in two. He could only secretly be glad that the clothes he wore on this day were dark and concealed.
After adjusting his posture with difficulty, Cheng Qian entered the courtyard a little stiffly.
I saw Xiaoshuikeng frowning in the yard, someone had carved a circle of charms on the ground under her feet, and the drawing ground was a prison to encircle her. It can also be seen in the matter of teaching junior sisters that the head senior brother is a good player in "being strict with others and lenient with himself".
There is a roll of talisman hanging around the neck of the puddle. It is the Jingjing Sutra that made her senior brothers want to die. This thing is really poisonous from generation to generation, and it has a long history. It is said that Han Yuan will feel a pain in his brain when he sees it now.
"Senior Brother Three!" Shuikeng saw Cheng Qian, as if seeing a savior, he hurriedly shouted, "Senior Brother Three, help!"
Cheng Qian glanced at her, walked over and asked, "Is your second senior brother in the room?"
Shuikeng was full of expectations, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, second brother he"
Li Yun's voice came from a room not far away; "Why are you back so late, what are you doing?"
Cheng Qian responded, ignored the puddle, turned around and walked into the house.
Shuideng shouted behind him with a crying voice: "Hey! Third Senior Brother, don't go, let me out, I'm going to the toilet, I'm going to pee my pants!"
She has used this trick many times, and the brothers have long stopped eating this set. Cheng Qian shook his head, and saw a window open not far away, Li Yun popped up, and ruthlessly rejected Shuideng: "Urine Well, wash your own urine."
Shuideng almost wanted to cry without tears: "No! Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, I'm still young, so I don't want to recite the scriptures of these filthy sons! You can't treat me like this, Master will be very sad when he sees it in the spirit of heaven!"
Cheng Qian couldn't turn his head back, so he had to turn his entire body around, smiled at her, and coaxed softly, "You can't, little junior sister, that's what Master did to us back then."
Puddle: ""
Cheng Qian ignored the screaming junior sister, went straight into Li Yun's room, closed the door with his hand, blocked the sound from the outside, turned his face and changed his position, begging: "She is only six or seven years old, why are you so restrained? She? That spell was done by the goddess, right? Master never locked him in the preaching hall back then."
Li Yun's house was full of tattered papers and tattered books. Lingcao talismans were scattered all over the place. Hearing this, he emerged from the tattered pile and said, "Didn't you find it? I didn't get started. It’s a practice technique, but it’s no slower than anyone else to bring qi into the body. Do you think that back then, the eldest brother knew how to eat, drink, and have fun every day, and it only took three or four years to get started, why?”
Cheng Qian: "It can't be those scriptures, right?"
"Don't talk about it," Li Yun pulled out a meridian map from the corner, and saw that the circles on it were all memorized, and Cheng Qian's head had grown twice as large, Li Yun said, "I found out these two days. , there may be some mystery in Master's Qing Jing Sutra."
It was only then that Cheng Qian realized that he had been so disrespectful to the "Qing Jing Sutra with hidden secrets" over the years, and hurriedly asked, "What secrets?"
"Then I don't know yet," Li Yun said irresponsibly. "It's all things that have been accumulated by the sect for thousands of years. How can it be so easy to decipher? I'll let the water hole read it to try."
Cheng Qian: ""
He glanced out through the crack of the window, and saw that the "tried" puddle was squatting in the spell circle with his head down, pouting and flipping through her hand-written scriptures, how pitiful he looked. .
Cheng Qian sighed: "Okay, anyway, it's not a day or two for you to 'try' with us, and you won't lose the meat by reciting the scriptures a few more times, but how is her demonic energy?"
Li Yun scratched her hair irritably: "I was about to tell you about this, but now she is getting bigger and bigger, and the spell is probably going to be overwhelmed. If you want to use medicinal herbs, I still need the 'Wupeng grass'. ', I've been searching for a year, but I still can't find it. I can't find it. I can only find a way to find someone from outside the island."
Cheng Qian gave him a smile when he heard the words.
Li Yun asked curiously, "What?"
Cheng Qian reached into his arms, took out a small paper bag, and placed it on the corner of the table, revealing a corner of the awning grass like a dead branch inside.
Li Yun's eyes fell on the paper bag, and he was surprised. He grabbed the awn grass in his hand, and said in a row, "Where did you get it? This thing is equipped with Qi-entraining pills. The main ingredient, if it exists on the island, it must be watched by someone as soon as it germinates."
"Well, I grabbed it," Cheng Qian waved his hand, "don't ask, just use it, I'm leaving."
He said that he was about to leave when he raised his feet, when Li Yun suddenly stretched out his hand to put his shoulders on him, Cheng Qian groaned suddenly, and was almost slapped down by him with a light slap.
Li Yun collapsed: "Wait! What's going on?"
As Cheng Qian got older, his "failures" in this area became more and more obvious. He didn't talk to anyone about what he heard. He did it privately in two days. Just secretly come to ask for medicine, ask him not to say anything, and often ask Han Yuan to come back with a few words, Yan Zhengming and the others can infer from the clues why he is fighting with whom.
"It's nothing." Cheng Qian reluctantly moved his shoulders to show Li Yun, "Maybe it's because he fell asleep in the morning and was rubbed by a stick again. Don't tell the goddess, so that he won't bother me again."
There is a saying that you can't talk about people during the day, and you can't talk about ghosts in the afternoon. Cheng Qian's voice fell, and the curtain of the back room had moved slightly, only to see Yan Zhengming holding a volume of books, Yushu walked out in the wind.
Yan Zhengming looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Who are you talking about?"
Cheng Qian: "Senior brother cough."
Fortunately, Yan Zhengming didn't seem to intend to pursue it for a while, he put down the old book in his hand, turned to Li Yun and said, "You just mentioned it - I really want to go back to Fuyao Mountain recently. I have some experience recently, and I want to go back and read Look for the scriptures to verify, although the things in the scripture building are disorganized, but I can always find clues for things that are in the same line, and besides”
He frowned slightly and said, "Last year, I sent them all back because I saw Xiaoyue'er and the others were getting older. At that time, I asked them to pass on the family letter, but I haven't heard back yet. It stands to reason that on Qinglong Island. I can't help but write, they haven't heard from them this time, I don't know if something happened, and I also want to go home and have a look."
"I'm afraid that you can't leave the island at will when you enter the lecture hall." Li Yun pondered, "Why don't you let Xueqing Ochre and the others run errands for you, I heard that Xueqing had a sense of breath a few days ago? That Jinglou Should I be able to get in?"
"Jinglou is not something that anyone who has a sense of anger can push it away. At that time, Tong Qian and I were taught by the master in front of the door," Yan Zhengming shook his head, "Forget it, I'm not in a hurry to sort out the door exercises at this time. I have time to go back later, I will first ask Xueqing to help me deliver the letter to the family, and then go back to Fuyao Mountain to have a look."
Listening to the two of them discussing this matter, Cheng Qian was about to sneak away quietly, when he walked to the door, when Han Yuan suddenly and recklessly broke in, almost slapping the door panel on his face.
"Ouch, Xiaoqian, what are you doing!" He exposed Cheng Qian's whereabouts quickly, and shouted at the same time, "Senior brother, two major events!"
Yan Zhengming took a look at Cheng Qian, frowned, took a step back, raised his hand slightly and looked up and said, "Speak slowly, all the spittle stars are sprayed on my face."
Han Yuan smiled "hehe" indifferently, and said, "Zhang Heitan doesn't know who was blackmailed, his face is swollen like a steamed bun, and he can't see his neck."
Yan Zhengming and Li Yun's eyes invariably focused on Cheng Qian, Cheng Qian had to cough dryly, pretending to turn his head to look at the scenery outside the window.
Han Yuan continued: "Also, there was a big ship on the dock. I took a look at it and heard that it was the little white face surnamed Zhou who came back."
Zhou Hanzheng
Cheng Qian finally couldn't care less and slipped out, leaning on the door silently, his fingers resting on the wooden sword involuntarily.
"The last time he came back was when the Lecture Hall was open. This time I guess there was something big on the island." Han Yuan said firmly, "Guess what will happen?"
Every time he reported something, he acted like a storyteller, and none of the three senior brothers paid any attention to him, so Han Yuan had no choice but to laugh and explain himself: "I heard people say that there will be a big competition in the lecture hall, and the winner will enter the Qinglong. The island disciples are practicing in the inner hall."
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