The vast ocean, Xiao Shutian Road.
The world gathers and disperses, and suddenly it turns like duckweed.
There was still a hole in Tang Zhenren's baby belt, and she didn't sew it up by herself. At this time, it was floating on the sea, leaking badly, and the salty wind blew Yan Zhengming's long hair that was scattered and hit his face like a whip. He only felt that the place was full of turbulent waves, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.
Shuideng had fallen asleep leaning against the ochre bosom. Han Yuan sat silently on the side, hugging his knees. He was too sleepy. Li Yun couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, where are we going?"
Yan Zhengming took a deep breath when he heard the words, pinched his eyebrows hard, his eyes were full of blue and black, he was actually more confused than Li Yun.
Others are asking him, who is he going to ask
Yan Zhengming feels that he may really not be worthy of the head seal on his chest. He may not be born to be a headmaster. Looking back on the past 20 years, he either followed the trend or was forced to move forward. If no one pushed him He, pulled him, he didn't know where to go.
Seeing his gloomy expression, Li Yun pulled him: "Eldest brother?"
"Rest now," Yan Zhengming came back and comforted softly, "It's alright, don't worry, if you really don't have a place to go, you can go back to Yan's house with me for a while."
As soon as these words came out, Cheng Qian also turned around.
In fact, for Cheng Qian, as long as he doesn't go back to Fuyao Mountain, it doesn't make a big difference whether he goes to the Yan family's guest house or wanders the world begging for food. Something went wrong, Xiaoyueer and the others were probably blocked from the road, so does the Yan family still exist with a big family and a big goal
Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, then said, "Senior brother"
He stared at Yan Zhengming's expression, rarely hesitating.
On the one hand, Cheng Qian knew in his heart that he couldn't tell the senior brother about this, but when he saw his tired expression, the words came to his lips and turned around a few times, but he couldn't bear to say it for a while.
Yan Zhengming adjusted his expression bluntly, pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What's wrong with the small copper coins?"
Cheng Qian looked at him cautiously, his eyes evading a little.
Yan Zhengming was first warmed by his soft eyes that he had rarely seen in a hundred years, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong, and an ominous premonition surged in his chest.
Sure enough, the next moment, Cheng Qian said in a low voice, "I'll tell you something, don't be too sad, okay?"
Cheng Qian was rarely so polite to him, and Yan Zhengming mentioned it in one breath.
Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, turned his heart, and said quickly, "I broke the puppet talisman for Brother Xue Qing."
Ochre's hand trembled, almost falling into the puddle, Han Yuan raised his head in confusion, Li Yun reacted immediately after a pause, and gasped abruptly.
Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian for a long time, but didn't say anything.
Cheng Qian was afraid that he couldn't think about it for a while, so he hurriedly said: "It's not necessarily something happened, you don't think about the bad first."
He felt guilty when he said this, and once he felt guilty, he also forgot the following words, Cheng Qian is a good hand at pouring cold water, but he didn't know how to pour hot soup, so he had to persuade a little clumsily: "Maybe he was not careful himself. It was lost, maybe it was broken in someone else's hands"
"Well, you're right," Yan Zhengming seemed to have just come back, forced a smile, and smoothly connected with Cheng Qian's words, "Maybe there was a storm at sea, maybe your puppet talisman saved his life. what?"
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He shivered violently suddenly, then seemed to be choked by the sea breeze, and coughed while covering his mouth with one hand.
Cheng Qian opened his mouth, and finally still didn't know what to say, tentatively stretched out his hand on Yan Zhengming's shoulder, feeling a little bit of body temperature penetrating from the senior brother, before he could touch it, it was blown away by the sea breeze. From time to time, Cheng Qian would think of the bear-like appearance of that person when he first met the big brother, and he always thought that he was still a lazy prodigal in the gentle village.
At that time, he didn't have any calluses on his hands and no worries in his heart. How good was it
Why did he have to bear the pain of living in a foreign country and the hesitant hesitation
This day was destined to be an eventful day. Before Cheng Qian had time to feel distressed, the situation at sea suddenly changed.
I saw that the entire sea was shaking like the ground and the mountains, and I didn't know where a huge wave was blowing, and it stood up to form a wall of water, five or six feet high, rushing forward one after another.
The ordinary sea breeze was almost as high as the wind, but Tang Wanqiu's leaky belt swayed violently and flew to a higher place precariously. The hole was torn in half!
The tearing place was just under Cheng Qian's feet. He stepped on the air with one foot and fell off his belt. This time Yan Zhengming didn't respond slowly. He hid the bloodstain in his palm and wiped Cheng Qian all over.
Cheng Qian grasped the Frost Blade Sword tightly at the time, and subconsciously mobilized his True Yuan. At this juncture, the sword actually made a soft sound of "zheng". Although he was drowned in the sound of the waves in the blink of an eye, it was still blocked by Cheng Qian. When he caught it, his heart moved, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh - this was clearly Ning's reaction!
Cheng Qian: "Senior brother, let me go!"
Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, and just now he was in a great sadness. At this time, he was almost a bit of a demon, and the only thought in his heart was that he could not let go of him even if he died.
Cheng Qian was in a hurry and didn't have time to talk to him. He quickly recited the formula of Ning Yujian in his heart. Maybe the heat was really coming, or maybe it was dangerous. For a time, he jumped directly from Ning to Yujian. Not a short period of time, the frost blade floated in the air with some wind and rain.
Yan Zhengming lightened his hand, and finally came back, he restrained his heart, and let go of his hand in a hurry to prevent external forces from interfering with Cheng Qian: "No, don't be brave first, come over slowly, slow down, you are unstable now, and then slower."
Of course, Cheng Qian didn't dare to be careless. The feeling of condensing on the sword is equivalent to turning the sword in his hand into a part of his body. Even if a person is safe and secure on the ground, if he grows a leg for no reason, he has to stumble a few times first—not to mention Shuang The blade is still not very honest, and it is not something he can completely suppress.
Cheng Qian firmly controlled Zhenyuan, did not dare to walk a little, and slowly brought the Shuangrenjian closer to Tang Wanqiu's belt, but just when Yan Zhengming was able to stretch out his hand to protect him, something changed again.
A column of water suddenly appeared out of thin air on the sea, and a big wave was instantly brought up. When the sky fell, the sea water seemed to have an indescribable strength. Cheng Qian felt a tightness in his chest, and before he could take a breath, Frost Blade lost control, and even people Then the sword landed to the side.
The exclamations in his ears were instantly drowned out. Cheng Qian only had time to grasp the hilt of the sword, and he had already fallen into the sea. Then, he was slapped by the falling waves, and he didn't know about the personnel.
Fortunately, he never let go of his hand holding the sword. The scabbard of the Frostblade Sword did not know where to go, and the blade with the broken hair was swept away by the water, hitting Cheng Qian, and unceremoniously opened on his calf. A bloody hole, the wound was killed by the sea water, making Cheng Qian sober with pain.
He even choked a few sips of water, hurriedly tried his best to hold his breath, and struggled hard.
Cheng Qian boasted that he was not afraid of life and death, but he didn't want to drown in the sea for such a senseless purpose.
It's a pity that his water ability is not very good, and he's not good at his usual sea tide sword. He can still thump twice in the small river ditch on the ground.
Cheng Qian shivered and pinched an inexperienced hand trick, a thin air bubble floated around, and tremblingly contained him in it. Unfortunately, the waves even split Tang Zhenren's belt in two. At the end of the arrow, it is generally useless to struggle with exhausted real essence.
The bubbles kept rising and being shattered by the sea water. Every time it was broken, Cheng Qian had to take several gulps of sea water again. Gradually, his consciousness began to be clear and blurred. In the end, he was almost blindly chaotic ups and downs, unable to flutter.
Cheng Qian just felt cold.
The sword was also cold, and the water was so cold that he almost lost consciousness.
Cheng Qian couldn't help but think of the old man next door he saw in the village when he was young. It seemed like it happened in a previous life. The old lady sewed a thick shroud for the old man and stuffed all the cotton he had saved for more than two years. After entering, Cheng Qian had the first impression of death.
Death must be extremely cold, he thought.
But this time, Cheng Qian didn't die.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already another day of sunset.
Cheng Qian sat up abruptly, and there was a sharp pain in his lower back. He almost lay back again, only to find himself on a large reef. The sword wound on his calf was whitened by the sea water, and it was lifted up to both sides. A pale layer of salt frost condensed on the bare skin.
He only heard one person say behind him, "Are you still alive?"
Cheng Qian turned around and saw a "wild man" meditating behind him.
The man was even more embarrassed than him. His ragged clothes could hardly cover his body, his beard and hair were messed up, only two eyes were exposed, and his eyes shot at him like electricity. Cheng Qian first began to look at this person and felt a little familiar. After recognizing it for a long time, he exclaimed in shock, "Are you real Wenya?"
Wen Ya glared at him and said angrily, "Are you lame or amnesia, what's the name of a ghost?"
Cheng Qian's temple was as painful as a needle stick. When he first saw his old friend here, thousands of words almost came to his mouth - about master, brother, island owner, Tang Zhenren, but only for a moment, after a while, his heart He cleared away the fragility he shouldn't have, and calmed down again.
Cheng Qian restrained those words word by word, swallowed them back together with the salty and bitter sea water, respectfully bowed to the younger generation, and then silently poked the frost-blade sword aside, and sat on the ground to adjust. It will restore the real essence that has been depleted in the sea water as soon as possible.
Wen Ya looked at him for a moment, with a hint of admiration and admiration on her face, and said in her heart, "Xiao Chun told me that this child may be the reincarnation of his master, so it seems a bit similar."
He silently guarded Cheng Qian on the side for half the night. The stars in the sky hung like washes above the sea, and the tide faded slightly, revealing most of the original appearance of the reef.
Cheng Qian had just finished his work, when he heard the real person Wen Ya say in his ear: "That 'no good death sword' is unruly. It is not something that can be subdued by knowing it with love and reason. You must have felt it."
Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Is this sword senior you put in my room?"
Wen Ya sneered: "Isn't it? Thanks to your plague-stricken sect, because of my relationship with you, I can't even open the broken inn by the sea. I was chased by a group of bastards all the way. I plan to kill you. The things that the master left with me have been returned, so I changed the place, hided after the limelight and came out, hey, I didn’t think it would be better to come early, just in time for a big drama on Qinglong Island.”
Cheng Qian: "This sword belongs to my master?"
Wen Ya sneered: "Fart, just like your master's dough, how can you use such a weapon? This is your master's, and it fell into my hands by chance many years ago. It is so small that no one can entrust it, so I have been keeping it on my behalf. If the person who holds this sword has a heart like iron, it can kill the Quartet. If it is a little weak, it will be attacked by it. Bullying the soft and fearing the hard, I think you are a group of 'weasels give mice, one generation is not as good as one generation', and when it comes to your generation, it is even more disrespectful, and you can barely fight with it."
Cheng Qian had a very slight feeling after listening to it. He felt that this senior was really good at chatting. He immediately got up and said goodbye: "Thank you for your help, senior. I have to go to my senior brothers and the others, so I will not accompany them for now."
"Wait," Wenya stopped him, "do you know where they are?"
Cheng Qian probably knew that there were only such a small piece of islands and reefs in the East China Sea. Yan Zhengming and the others estimated that they could only land nearby. Although he was not very skilled, he was able to steer the sword after all. It probably won't be too hard to find.
As a result, the next moment, he was shocked to hear Wen Ya say: "I tell you, they are on a desert island less than five miles away. If you go with your sword, you will be there in a moment, but I advise you not to go. -Because Zhou Hanzheng happened to be on that island."
Cheng Qian snorted.
Wen Ya continued: "Last night's earthquake in the East China Sea, even you were affected, it means that a powerful person has fallen. Gu Yanxue, alas, the little white face surnamed Zhou must have been evacuated at that time - hum, he ran very fast."
Cheng Qianlai wasn't so anxious yet, but after hearing Wen Ya's words, he couldn't hold back any longer. Wen Ya's voice fell, and he had already taken the frost-blade sword into the air.
Wen Ya didn't expect him to be so impatient, she scolded lowly, and the bullet commanded a azure light and released an immortal cable, catching up and tying Cheng Qian firmly, and falling back to the reef.
Wen Ya said angrily, "Are you crazy? Looking for death? Who said you were the reincarnation of that old devil, is he blind?"
It was embarrassing that Cheng Qian could understand it, he struggled violently: "I didn't come here, it's the master who made a mistake—Senior, that Zhou Han is not right, I'm afraid it's not good for them, please raise your hand. let me go."
Wen Ya said: "Don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. Although the white-faced mule surnamed Zhou is not a good thing, but the realm is there. If I was in his prime, maybe I could go to meet him and you? Humph."
Cheng Qian was unmoved at all: "Thank you, senior for telling me that I can't beat it, but I can still sneak attack, I can make a plot, please don't embarrass me."
Gentle: ""
He really didn't know how Cheng Qian said these words. If he was 16 or 17 years old, he would be considered a young man who could stand on his own. The little brat who can't pinch.
Wen Ya couldn't figure out how Han Muchun raised Cheng Qian, not only did he not have the slightest reverence for people who were stronger than him, but he was also quite blatantly vicious!
Cheng Qian's heart was already on fire, but due to Wen Ya being an old friend of the real Mu Chun, he did not turn his face on the spot and said patiently, "Senior Wen!"
"Sect" Wen Ya suddenly sighed, "Boy, with your children, you can't support Fuyao Mountain."
Cheng Qian didn't know why he had to sing the bad-swinging sect, but he was relieved when he remembered that he and his master didn't say a few good things together. He secretly studied the immortal-binding rope on his body, intending to find a gap to free himself.
Unexpectedly, the next moment he felt his whole body loose, and Wen Ya took the immortal-bound cable back.
Wen Ya said: "According to your age, to be able to reach the stage of Yujian is considered outstanding. I have been with your master for many years, and I can't watch you go to death, so-"
His voice fell, and a few phantoms suddenly appeared on the reef, and Wen Ya released three points.
"If you can break through my three points, I won't stop you anymore," Wen Ya said, "but there are rules, I don't want to watch you Fuyao send those gimmicky swordsmanship, you can only choose your own. One trick can only be used repeatedly, as long as you can break my score, you can count on whoever you want."
You can only use the same sword move, isn't that just fighting for true essence
Cheng Qian almost didn't make him laugh angrily - I feel that this senior Wen is also a little disrespectful, and he actually proposed to fight with himself. What is the difference between an adult and a four- or five-year-old child
Really stinky shameless out of bounds.
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