Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Chapter 54: One hundred years, Cheng Qian

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With a "chuck" sound, Yan Zhengming's sword dropped to the ground. A generation of sword cultivators didn't even notice that he was hit by his own sword.

At this moment, the twilight was low, and the person in front of him seemed to have been transformed by the demons in his heart, and he fell to the ground to look like a thousand pictures in the cold night. In an instant, his three souls were shocked and scattered. With just one glance, Yan Zhengming was shocked. I have forgotten everything around me.

Maybe some people will deceive themselves and have a bit of luck even after knowing they have lost it, and imagine something like "blue waters and yellow springs, there will always be reunions", but Yan Zhengming will not. He buried Cheng Qian with his own hands and cut off his last A little thought.

He always felt that he was weak enough that he didn't need to take it to the next level.

Yan Zhengming couldn't tell whether it was real or just a dream of his. He only felt that everything seemed to be reversed, looking at the face engraved in his heart and Han Yuan who was surrounded by black aura not far away. Vaguely returned to the deserted island in the East China Sea, the most unbearable day of his life.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder. He didn't care about the sharp sword in his hand. He dragged him from his chest to his back, as if he had been tempered in countless midnight dreams, and dragged away all his resentment. .

Cheng Qian obviously did not expect that he was actually his own senior brother. Before he could get close to his hometown, he had already encountered it by surprise. He was stunned for a while, and at the same time, he hurriedly retracted his golden twinkling sword, so that he could use it. Fang was accidentally injured as soon as they met, and was dragged by Yan Zhengming until he stumbled two steps before he stabilized.

Fuyao Mountain is hidden in a secret realm, and the disciples who are close at hand are either shocked, confused, struggling, or crying.

The same family reunited for a hundred years, but unexpectedly this is the situation.

Yan Zhengming was in a gap between madness and calmness. He quickly sealed his chaotic thoughts. He didn't look back at Cheng Qian, but said to Han Yuan, who was right in front of him: "Since you're here, just stay."

Said, he didn't look down at the gaping sword on the ground, and the real essence rushed straight towards Han Yuan like a sharp edge, condensing into countless sharp swords in the air, white and overwhelming.

The magic cultivator seemed to have completely controlled Han Yuan's body, and he opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of black mist. The black mist turned into a huge ghost-faced sculpture in place. wrapped in it.

The sword edge was approaching, and that person and one eagle probably saw that they couldn't get a good deal today, and they didn't know what kind of evil demon and heretical exercises they used.

Looking at it again, only a white paper man was left on the ground, and an arrow pierced his heart and landed there.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Han Yuan ran away.

Yan Zhengming was there for a moment, as if he couldn't gather the courage to look back. After a long while, he took a few deep breaths, and the whole figure turned back as if rusted, his eyes unblinking. Look at Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian's life, whether dead or alive, has never flinched, but at this time of reunion after a long absence, his senior brother's eyes suddenly made him have the urge to flee.

Li Yun looked at this and the other as if he was sleepwalking. After a long while, he murmured, "Xiao Xiao Qian? This, what's going on?"

Shuideng held back his tears and said incoherently: "Third Senior Brother, I saw your sword in the middle of Shu, but when I chased after you, you had already left. I don’t know if I’m wrong, and I don’t dare to tell my brothers.”

She quickly lowered her head, her arms were still wrapped in chains that hadn't broken free, she wiped a handful of tears, choked for a long time, and then she asked aggrievedly like a little girl: "Why don't you wait? And me"

Cheng Qian's heart, which had been in the ice pool for decades, was ferociously grasped, and he was almost speechless for a while.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised a hand slowly and held Cheng Qian's face, his tentacles were cold, as if his body temperature was lower than ordinary people's body temperature, and the Frost Blade Sword, which he had been carrying all the year round, seemed to be aware of it, and gave off an uneasy feeling. Beeping, trembling softly. Yan Zhengming's heart ups and downs like the earth is shaking and the mountain is shaking. He wants to ask where Cheng Qian has been over the years, whether the wound on his chest is still there, how he got here, and whether he has suffered a thousand words, and his brain is blocked. It's blank.

However, it is impossible to talk about, because compared with the mood, it seems that no matter which sentence falls, it feels scribbled.

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In the end, they twisted together and turned into a desperate plea in his heart, Yan Zhengming thought, "Is this true?"

Cheng Qian lowered his eyes slightly, avoided his gaze, and called out in a low voice, "Senior brother."

"Well," Yan Zhengming replied vaguely, "you still"

The words he spit out were like a gossamer, and it was already unsustainable to say two words. The second half of the sentence was almost pressed in his throat, and he could only see his lips twitching: "You still remember me."

Cheng Qian pressed his hand gently, and suddenly it was a little difficult to breathe.

Yan Zhengming's eyes were dyed red little by little: "Why haven't you come to see us for so many years?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word.

Yan Zhengming suddenly pulled his hand out of Cheng Qian's, and punched him in the abdomen without leaving his hand. Cheng Qian didn't hide. A fishy smell came up from his mouth, and before he could swallow it back, his second punch came again, and the blood stuck in his throat. Cheng Qian suddenly knelt on the ground and coughed to death.

The stunned Li Yun finally woke up from his sleepwalking, hurriedly jumped up, hugged Yan Zhengming's waist, and dragged him back desperately: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming attacked indiscriminately, and Li Yun also took an elbow in his return: "Let go!"

Li Yun yelled into his ear, "Are you crazy!"

Yan Zhengming's voice was hoarse like rusty swords colliding, and hissed, "I've been crazy for almost a hundred years!"

There was a buzzing sound in Cheng Qian's ear, but he couldn't attack.

He retreated in the ice pool for more than 50 years, and was taken away by Tang Zhen. When the brothers and sisters were drifting away, he seemed to be ignorant and lazy, full of peace and quiet, Cheng Qian thought of this, Everything cooled down and sank into his stomach, turning into ashes full of guilt.

He felt guilty and aggrieved at the same time, and both sides had nowhere to focus, as if they were about to come out along with the bloodstains between his fingers.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that he might never have such a deep concern for anyone in his life.

The puddle said loudly, "Have you had enough!"

She spread her wings suddenly, threw the chains off her body, ran to Cheng Qian's side, and carefully supported him: "Third Senior Brother"

Even the little devil who was raised as a mascot by them all over the world has grown so big in a blink of an eye. Except for the wings, she is familiar, and she has been reborn into a big girl, a little strange.

As soon as she approached, Cheng Qian couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, so he hurriedly ducked slightly, waved his hand, and was speechless for a while, only a smile with a little embarrassment and nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Yan Zhengming and Li Yun were exhausted after arguing, and finally calmed down for a while. He stared at Cheng Qian for a while, closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and walked towards Cheng Qian. In just these two or three steps, the resentment and unwillingness that he had experienced in the years he had suffered and had no one to complain about suddenly vanished.

It was like a nightmare that had been going on for years and finally woke up.

Yan Zhengming took off Cheng Qian's hand covering his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth bit by bit, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"It hurts," Yan Zhengming leaned over and hugged him, put his chin on Cheng Qian's shoulder, and murmured in a low voice, "Next time you dare to leave home for so long, I will definitely kill you a hundred times. Years, Cheng Qian, mortal life is wasted."

At this point, his composure was completely shattered, Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian and burst into tears and laughs, as if one person had expressed everyone's joys and sorrows, making the others unable to talk about anything. Farewell, they all followed him for a while, fearing that the Fuyao faction would have another crazy leader after the leader of Beimingjun and the weasel.

That is really too long face.

This commotion actually lasted until midnight. Yan Zhengming finally calmed down. The puddle was lit as usual, and the weather became sultry. Several senior brothers avoided her.

Cheng Qian put the frost blade across his knee, and took advantage of the coolness of the sword to adjust his breath, and Yan Zhengming silently sat on the side and guarded him.

Li Yun angrily stabbed Yan Zhengming from behind and asked, "Master, are you cured of your madness?"

Yan Zhengming reluctantly gave him a glance, and smiled bitterly with a little self-deprecation: "It seems to be more serious."

Li Yun gave a "tsk" and asked, "Why does Xiao Qian seem to be a little bit afraid of heat, has he never been like this before?"

"Huh?" Yan Zhengming asked at a loss, "Really?"

Li Yun added: "I remember that we buried him on a desert island with our own hands. His breathing and pulse stopped, and you dawdled. In the end, the whole person was cold, and there was absolutely no chance of life. You said this what is the problem?"

Yan Zhengming replied absentmindedly, "I don't know."

Li Yun frowned and followed his own train of thought: "In retrospect, it was a little strange at the time, that Zhou Hanzheng was very imposing at the beginning, but when Xiao Qian appeared, his cultivation seemed to be suppressed by most of it suddenly. Do you think it has something to do with this matter? Hey, eldest brother, I have an idea. Do you think it is possible that Xiaoli met someone or got something important when we separated from us, so that we can guarantee killed him?"

Li Yun's ignorance of the horse and the rein, but he was most likely to be right like a blind cat encountering a dead mouse. Unfortunately, no one appreciates this kind of wit, because Yan Zhengming didn't seem to hear a word, and he didn't even respond at all.

Li Yun couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Senior Brother!"

"Can't you wait for him to wake up and ask yourself about these things?" Yan Zhengming raised his hand impatiently to drive Li Yun away, "How would I know? Are you still there, broken mouth, go away!"

Li Yun: ""

He could see that the head of the senior brother had already been smothered by a third junior brother, and he couldn't hold other things at all, and he didn't even care about the cause and effect of the matter.

Yan Zhengming no longer paid attention to Li Yun, and took out a snow-white hairband from his arms - it is said to be made of silk from Saibei snow silkworms. Snow silkworms are not easy to survive. A snow silkworm can live for three thousand years. Being able to weave an inch and a half of material, the tentacles are cold, and the price is priceless on the black market. Yan Zhengming, the "money-making son", only deducted such a piece in private, and he was never willing to take it out.

I saw him forcing the real essence into a thin thread on his fingertips, and engraving a puppet symbol on this hard-to-buy hairband like threading a needle and thread. He was extremely focused, as if there was only one thing he saw , The hair band went to Cheng Qian's hair with a single finger.

Li Yun took a deep breath: "Eldest brother, can you calm down?"

Cheng Qian was so frightened that Jin Sichan didn't dare to open his eyes at a glance. The cultivation base must have been Yuan or even above. A master at this level will naturally release his consciousness when he meditates. Even if he is unconscious, anything is impossible. Get close to him.

Li Yun seemed to have seen a large amount of gold shattered into slag in the air, and looked at Sect Master Yan with grief and indignation - he now understood what Sect Master Yan just said "more serious".

Yan Zhengming: "Shh, look."

I saw that the hairband flew lightly to Cheng Qian, pulled up his hair that had just been scattered by Yan Zhengming, and dexterously tied a knot, from beginning to end, without any obstruction.

This means that Cheng Qian was completely unprepared when he was meditating.

Li Jun colored several times, and finally sighed softly: "The ocean has turned into a mulberry field, why doesn't he seem to have changed at all?"

Yan Zhengming smiled, squinting his eyes drowsily, and said in a low voice, "I really want to open Fuyao Mountain and go home."

Li Yun heard the words and said solemnly: "Senior brother, don't be impulsive again, are you sure now is a good time? Those people can keep watching."

Yan Zhengming slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a slightly mocking smile: "It's just a group of clowns jumping on the beam. If they dare to come, I will let them come and go. It's not because of this that I keep closing the mountain."

Li Yun had never heard him say it, and thought he knew the reason tacitly, at this time he couldn't help but wonder, "What's the reason for that?"

"Because I can't open it." Yan Zhengming said flatly.

Li Yun suddenly turned over and sat up: "What?"

"You are calm, and you are startled," Yan Zhengming frowned in dissatisfaction, and then continued, "The mountain closure order in the head seal is a triple lock, 'heaven, earth, man', 'herringbone lock' In the past, the locks left by Master when he closed the mountain were the true essence of the five of us, I thought Xiao Qian didn't even look carefully at what the locks of 'heaven' and 'earth' were."

Li Yun: ""

No wonder the big brother's face was so ugly after he entered the sect for the first time and printed it out!

Li Yun lowered his voice and said, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"What's the use of saying it?" Yan Zhengming yawned, "I've been looking for a way to circumvent the seal of the mountain, and the head seal is also knowledgeable. Although I don't know the depth, I can feel its existence over the years. I came to think that if one day my cultivation can be strong enough to suppress the consciousness in the head seal, maybe I will be able to forcibly open the seal of the mountain."

Li Yun asked fearfully, "How strong is that?"

Yan Zhengming closed his eyes slightly, and said vaguely: "The knowledge in the head seal is the superposition of the knowledge of the heads of the past generations of my sect, what do you think?"

Li Yun: ""

Yan Zhengming whispered: "So it's useless to tell you, the road is still long."

His voice was getting lower and lower, until it was almost inaudible, Li Yun said indifferently: "I don't think this road is long, it's impossible to walk!"

Yan Zhengming didn't say anything, Li Yun let out a long sigh, lay on his back, and comforted himself: "Finally now Xiao Qian is back, Xiao Yuan, although it's a little difficult, it's not impossible, there's still hope. yes, right?"

No one answered—Cheng Qian quietly entered into meditation, the puddle was already curled up beside the fire and fell asleep. She was born with fire, and she was not afraid of burning when her hair fell in. The tiny flames danced wildly on her black hair.

In the midsummer night, the sound of cicadas sounded everywhere, making it more and more peaceful. Only the Milky Way in the night sky is like a training, holding a handful of brilliance and ten thousand points, and the bright spring and autumn are long live.

Cold and summer come and go, withering prosperity and bright extinction.

Li Yun turned around again, only to see that Yan Zhengming had fallen asleep with his head tilted to the side. He was injured by Dabei and Daxiong when he returned to the inner palace. There was a tired look on his brows that he had not seen for many years, but the haze was gone.

There is always hope.

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