Cheng Qian had no interest in listening to it. He had never been interested in such boring things as competing with others, because it was unnecessary.
As he grew older, his arrogant self-esteem became more and more unshakable after several self-doubts. Now, in Cheng Qian's eyes, there are only two kinds of peers in this world. One is that they are not as good as him now. Yes, one is not as good as him in the future.
Cheng Qian's back started to hurt badly, so he no longer wanted to stay, and simply explained, "I'll go first if it's nothing."
"Slow down, you haven't done anything yet, leave it to me," Yan Zhengming said, then he turned to Han Yuan, "Have you done the homework of the 30 sticks of charms every day?"
Han Yuan: ""
Seeing this, Yan Zhengming raised his long eyebrows: "What does that have to do with you? Hurry up!"
Han Yuan stuck out his tongue sullenly, and didn't dare to make a sound immediately.
Their leader has changed a lot - he has changed from a smug pepper like a little playful to a stinky pepper with a lot of power.
Five years ago, the humiliated Sect Master Yan on the high platform of the lecture hall almost defied all opinions and made a decision that was incomprehensible to everyone—he insisted on turning the Fuyao School into chanting sutras and practicing Qi with engraving spells. The tradition of beings is preserved, even if they have no choice but to start cultivating True Essence with everyone, they still have to spend extra time to accomplish these two tasks.
In this regard, Yan Zhengming said his reason half-heartedly: "I have grown so big, except for the face given by my father and mother, I have nothing in my body that I can take to praise, what qualifications do I have? Rushing to change the thousand-year-old inheritance of my sect? Besides, even if the tradition of the sect is unreasonable, it is still left by the master."
The last sentence moved Cheng Qian, causing the only person who would challenge the leader to defect.
Li Yun has always had an opinion but no position, and was convinced as soon as he persuaded him. As for Han Yuan, he didn't even have an opinion, so this matter was decided as such.
In five years, Yan Zhengming's decision that seemed absurd at first glance proved to be correct.
After the qi is introduced into the body, the condensing of the true essence is not smooth sailing. One foot enters the fairy gate, and every three years becomes a bottleneck. Every time it is like a small catastrophe. If there is no entry, it will go crazy.
The mortals who set foot on the long road of self-cultivation are going to experience this big wave over and over again.
Back then, Master Mu Chun never urged his disciples to condense their true essence. If it wasn't for his accidental fall, I'm afraid that in the Fuyao Mountain Missionary Hall, the boring spells and scriptures of the disciples would continue day after day for many years. This process is long and tedious. , and can not see any results, but day after day, the meridians will be significantly broadened and toughened in repeated scouring.
As the saying goes, "Sharpen a knife without making a mistake in chopping wood".
In this way, when you really start to condense the true essence according to the ancient method like others, not to mention a thousand miles in a day, at least the entry is much faster than others, and even the bottleneck is relatively much gentler.
It's a pity that the dry wood is ahead, and there are people in the world who are willing to sharpen this knife for several years
After training Han Yuan, Yan Zhengming stroked Qian Qian and beckoned him to follow, and then walked out first.
When Yuan squatted in the puddle in the middle of the yard, when he saw him coming out, he immediately seemed to be looking forward to a savior, and looked at Yan Zhengming eagerly, like a bird in a cage for a long time.
Every time Yan Zhengming sees her, he feels that he sees himself many years ago, and out of thin air gives birth to an internal injury of "don't raise children, don't know the kindness of parents". He flexed his fingers with a force, and hit the spell at the foot of the puddle impartially, tearing a hole in the seamless circle of the spell that day, and the infuriating energy inside immediately vented, and a small whirlwind blew in place.
The puddle was freed, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, playing a wild tone that he didn't know where he learned it, shaking his head and howling in place, "My mother, hey, hey—you're exhausted."
Yan Zhengming listened to the footsteps for a while, and when the puddle saw the situation, he hurriedly jumped up from the ground, rubbed his face with the little dirty hand he just patted his butt, and said sloppily, "Hehe, thank you, senior brother."
Yan Zhengming's eyes twitched when she did what she did, and finally he couldn't bear to throw out his sleeves and walked away, saying to Cheng Qian as he walked, "If she dares to look like Tang Wanqiu in the future, I will kill her for anything I say. Expelled from the teacher's door."
"No," Cheng Qian comforted. "After all, she is the daughter of the Demon Empress. I heard that the products of ordinary green hats are not too ugly."
Sect Master Yan: ""
He didn't feel any better.
Yan Zhengming walked over and pushed open the door of his house, raised his chin at Cheng Qian with a cold face, and motioned for him to enter the house. It has faded a lot, but as soon as he pushed the door, Cheng Qian sneezed as usual.
He rubbed his nose at the undefeated flower branch that was fixed with a spell between the desk and desk, and admired for a while the deep-rooted elegance of his senior brother. He sighed to himself, feeling that he might not be able to get along. .
Ochre stood up and said, "Master."
"It's none of your business, let's go." Yan Zhengming said, "After the lecture hall ends tomorrow, ask Xueqing to come to my place and ask him to do something."
Ochre went out in response, Yan Zhengming took the door back with his hands, folded his arms in front of his chest, leaned his back against the door, and said to Cheng Qian, "Take off your clothes."
Cheng Qian: ""
"Come on," Yan Zhengming said blankly, "Wait for me to pick it up?"
Cheng Qian: "I don't"
When Yan Zhengming saw that he did not eat or punish him for toasting, he immediately kept his promise and took a step forward, intending to "rectify the law on the spot".
Seeing that he was determined to investigate, Cheng Qian had no choice but to undress reluctantly, while deliberately disgusting Yan Zhengming said: "Senior brother, I haven't showered for three days, aren't I afraid of polluting your eyes?"
Yan Zhengming rarely said a word. He reached out and grabbed Cheng Qian's robe, which was twisting and hanging on his body. At a glance, he saw the bruise on Cheng Qian's back that almost stretched from the left shoulder to the right waist. Zi De had already turned black, and the traces of the ruptured blood vessels around him spread like cobwebs, which looked very shocking on the pale back of the young man.
In addition, Cheng Qian still has many deep and shallow scars on his body, some of which are darker in color, and some are so shallow that they are about to fade away. Although the introduction of air into the body does not mean that he can indigo and detachment, after entering the air valve, he will cut his bones and wash his hands. Marrow, the body is not prone to dirt like mortals, and the wounds will hardly leave scars, unless there is no time to make a profit.
Yan Zhengming only glanced at it, and immediately looked away unbearably, his chest seemed to be severely hit by someone, and he was so distressed that he was almost pulled, and even his back was aching.
He felt a burst of unreasonable anger at Cheng Qian, and his chest heaved violently several times before he could barely suppress it.
"Go to the bed and lie down," Yan Zhengming said, holding back for a while, but he still couldn't hold back, and added in an angry voice, "If you were two years younger, I would beat your master so much that you wouldn't even recognize him, you bastard."
Cheng Qian tried to turn his neck a few times, but he couldn't turn it, so he had to lie down and asked the senior brother to give him medicine, and at the same time found a reason for himself: "Are the bruises, they are all large and large. Yes, it's nothing!"
"Nothing?" Yan Zhengming's voice cooled down.
Cheng Qian didn't dare to provoke him again, buried his face in the quilt, and concentrated on enduring the pain.
The demon-subduing pestle naturally carries the suffocating energy of heaven. If the person who made the demon-subduing pestle was a two-knife and couldn't exert one-tenth of its power, that thing could knock Cheng Qian's internal organs to pieces through his back.
Yan Zhengming's cursing words have poured into his mouth, but when it comes to the exit, he still can't say anything. After so much, Yan Zhengming's heart and lungs, which he had been missing for the first ten years, finally grew back after realizing it.
How the big and small wounds on Cheng Qian's body came from, and now Yan Zhengming, whose internal organs are gathered, knows all too well.
In retrospect, the momentary hatred and anger were actually not enough to support him through so many years. Yan Zhengming couldn't help but admit that it was his youngest junior brother who forced him to this step.
Cheng Qian never scolds him, the senior brother in charge, for anything, his attitude is from the beginning to the end - if you do, you will go up, if you can't, I will smash your bones and take it for you.
Every wound on Cheng Qian's body was a slap in the face to Yan Zhengming, slapping him for a moment and didn't dare to stop.
At the most difficult time, Yan Zhengming used to be unable to close his eyes all night long, and he was his junior brother in his nightmares.
Yan Zhengming's quilt smelled of an incense. It was warm and could penetrate all the limbs. Cheng Qian had been standing beside the awn grass for the past few days, waiting for the opportunity. He was really tired. I didn't want to move for a long time.
Yan Zhengming put the medicine on, looking at the youth's increasingly thin waistline, he couldn't help thinking in his heart: "The seal of the head is hanging on my neck, even without me, there is Li Yun - even Han Yuan is older than you, You are just like a puddle, you don’t think about anything every day, don’t you understand anything? Why is everything like this? Where do you put your brothers?”
But he could say these words to anyone, but he couldn't say it to Cheng Qian's face that seemed a little tired from relaxation.
Because of their mutual dependence over the years, Yan Zhengming's even saying "thank you" to him seems very nauseous, not to mention such a long speech.
His mood went up and down several times. In the end, Yan Zhengming just insisted firmly: "Zhou Hanzheng is back, but he won't stay for long. No matter what, you can bear it and stay out of the way, do you hear?"
Cheng Qian responded drowsily, obviously falling behind.
Yan Zhengming looked down and found that the little bastard's eyes were closed, Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, there was a light circle of blue and black under his eyes, and even a little bit of childishness that he didn't have time to fade was all blown away. The exhaustion was over.
Yan Zhengming sighed, put away the wound medicine, and stopped making a sound. He gently loosened Cheng Qian's bun, pulled his clothes, and pulled a thin quilt to cover him. Sitting aside.
But after sitting for a while, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that he couldn't settle down without asking and understanding this key question, so he decisively pushed Cheng Qian: "Hey, you really haven't showered for three days?"
Cheng Qian gave him a murderous back of the head.
Today, Yan Zhengming has long since lost his impetuous mood, and it has become commonplace to use meditation instead of sleep. But before dawn broke, he was suddenly upset and opened his eyes halfway.
It was still dark, and Cheng Qian had already left at an unknown time—from the day Yan Zhengming met Cheng Qian, he hadn't slept until dawn, and there was still warmth in the quilt.
Yan Zhengming sat quietly for a while, thinking carefully, he didn't find any bottleneck, but he couldn't calm down, as if something was going to happen.
He waved his hand to turn on the light, paced back and forth in the room several times, and took out three copper coins from under the lampshade.
Yan Zhengming doesn't know the way of divination. He has seen his master do this before, but whenever he asks, the master refuses to teach him, and only says: "Those who know before, the glory of the Dao and the beginning of ignorance, this is the left way. Side door, no need to know in detail."
Is there something big going on on Qinglong Island
The three copper coins fluttered up and down on his dexterous fingertips. Yan Zhengming played with it for a while, let his thoughts empty, and then sat down and began to recite the Qing Jing Sutra silently.
Sure enough, Zhou Han is a mourning star, and there will be no good things when he comes back.
The news of Han Yuan could not stand the test. The next day, the news of the Great Competition was announced in the lecture hall. The left guardian of the lecture hall, who saw the beginning but not the end, and the right guardian, who always had a debt-collecting face, were all together, and announced that all Those who want to bring Qi into the body must participate. Those who don’t want to fight with others can take the initiative to abstain and admit defeat. Otherwise, they will have to play. The winner can enter the scriptures of the inner hall and listen to the disciples of the inner hall.
There was nothing on the top saying the rules, and Cheng Qian was below, holding a carving knife and carving a wooden sign the size of a palm without raising his head.
Yan Zhengming glanced at it and explained to Han Yuan next to him: "It's called a 'puppet talisman', it can be worn on the body and can protect others from disasters. Eight knives, knives and knives are hooked together, none of them can be broken, and none of them can be wrong.
Cheng Qian's knife tip was pinned for some reason, and his spiritual energy suddenly leaked out. Han Yuan, who was sitting next to him, only felt a cold and moist breath coming towards his face, and then disappeared in the air, his eyes widened in amazement.
Yan Zhengming leaned lazily to the side, patted Cheng Qian's shoulder, and said with emotion, "It's only six or seven years after the qi has been drawn into the body, so you dare to stick to the Seven Talismans—you're really too aggressive, copper coins."
Cheng Qian put aside the discarded wooden sign and the carving knife, and sat upright to adjust his breath.
Yan Zhengming then said to Han Yuan: "The knife was wrong. Sometimes it's because you're not skilled, and sometimes it's because you have no strength, your third senior brother, you just have no strength, little copper coin, how do you remember to carve this?"
Cheng Qian said perfunctorily, "Just give it a try."
Soon, Yan Zhengming knew why he gave it a try.
When everyone was discussing the Qinglong Island Great Competition with great interest, Yan Zhengming sent Xueqing to the ferry of Qinglong Island.
"Go back as soon as possible," Yan Zhengming said, "Go back to Fuyao Mountain first, then go home to see if there is any short-term expenses on the mountain, just take it from my case."
Xueqing has grown into a young man now, and has become more stable. He wrote down one by one and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, you go"
"Brother Xue Qing, wait!"
While speaking, a Pegasus came up to the ground, and before it could stop, Cheng Qian jumped down from the top. His description seemed a little embarrassed. blow.
Xueqing is usually warm and gentle, and doesn't like words. When he was a child, he took care of Cheng Qian but was very attentive. Compared with Yan Zhengming, a real senior brother who is often not very talkative, Xueqing is more like a reliable eldest brother. The two have always had a good relationship.
Xue Qing looked at him and smiled and said, "I'll be back in a few days. Third Shishu should take care of himself."
"Well, I know," Cheng Qian nodded, took out a kit from his arms and handed it to him, "I thought I couldn't catch up, you take this with you, be careful on the road."
Yan Zhengming, who was tanned to one side, glanced sideways and asked, "What is coming all the way to deliver?"
Xue Qing opened the small bag according to her words, and saw a small wooden card inside. When she took it out, Yan Zhengming's eyes were straight - it was actually a formed puppet talisman.
Cheng Qian said a little ashamedly: "I am not strong enough, I have been unsuccessful, and I have only managed to become such a person for many days. You can take it with you, but you still have to be more careful on the road. After all, this thing is in my hands. If you have a higher cultivation level than me, that's a piece of useless broken wood."
Xue Qing hurriedly said: "Yes, thank you third uncle."
Yan Zhengming's heart was unusually unpleasant, and he said to himself, "I didn't—I worked so hard to raise this little white-eyed wolf so big that I didn't even cut a whistle for me. I made a puppet talisman with all my heart, and I actually gave it to others first. It really doesn't make sense!"
However, the dignified sect master is not good at making trouble with Daotong and junior brother in broad daylight. Yan Zhengming had no choice but to straighten his face, and only solemnly instructed Xueqing to go and return quickly. After sending him away, he did not even look at Cheng Qian. , turned angrily to leave.
But after two steps, he found that Cheng Qian was still looking at the direction of the boat, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't notice that he was angry, so Sect Master Yan came back on purpose, and waited for a while, waiting for Cheng to concentrate on his work. When he turned around, he seized the opportunity, snorted hard to listen to Cheng Qian, and then strode away under the inexplicable gaze of his junior brother.
Cheng Qian hurriedly looked around and found that there was no one else here, he was just humming himself.
He asked in confusion, "Eldest brother, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Zhengming ignored him and just kept burying his head and walking forward. Cheng Qian didn't know what was wrong with him again. Cheng Qian had no choice but to chase after the Taoist boy who was combing his senior brother's hair.
The two chased and walked away, and even the Pegasus was left behind, and it was awkward until the residence. In the end, Cheng Qian didn't care what the elder brother was doing wrong, and just followed helplessly.
Yan Zhengming slammed the door hard and locked him out.
It’s not surprising to be in front of the quiet and boring puddle in the yard—usually, when the senior brother and the second senior brother are together, they have a good deal, more like a normal adult, and the fourth senior brother is not better than her. Where to go, I rarely dare to disobey the senior brother, only the third senior brother, every time he looks like "I didn't do anything", and the senior brother is so angry that he has no demeanor.
Shuideng hummed a little tune leisurely and sang: "Yah, you said what the hell did that little friend do—"
Cheng Qian walked straight over, touched her head, leaned over and drew a circle at her feet, and said softly, "Recite the sutra thirty times and it will dissipate on its own. I can't save you."
Puddle felt like he was on fire.
Cheng Qian walked back to his room, and as soon as he opened the door, the smile on his face froze. There is no second person outside the puddle of chanting.
Cheng Qian paused, put one hand on the wooden sword around his waist, walked in cautiously, and closed the door - someone in his room had come, and something was left behind.
It was a sword, not a wooden sword, but a genuine real sword.
The inner connotation of brilliance seems to have a spirit.
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