As soon as Cheng Qian opened his eyes, he was startled by the back of his head like a feather duster. Then he looked at the feather duster looking back and greeted him energetically, "Senior Brother Three!"
The night before was like a hallucination, and Cheng Qian still didn't come back, and asked in a daze: "What's on your head?"
The puddle said happily: "The colorful bird feathers, do they look good?"
"" Cheng Qian walked away with difficulty, was silent for a moment, and said sincerely, "It's a bit dazzling."
Shuideng raised his eyebrows, and then looked at his half-new and unworn robe, relieved again, and said with some tolerant helplessness: "Forget it, you don't know if it looks good or not - come on, we are today. I'm going back to the villa."
Cheng Qian wanted to put the word "do not understand" on her face, but after not seeing it for many years, it always seemed a little strange, so he didn't say it, just lowered his head slightly, looked away, and asked, "What is the villa? "
Puddle: "It's a new home!"
Cheng Qian put away the entanglement that Nian Gu Lord gave him, hung the frost blade back on his body, followed the puddle through the woods next to the clearing, and looked up to see Yan Zhengming who was waiting at a high place. I never cared much about things like that, and I was shocked at this time.
I don't know what kind of weird mental method I have cultivated over the years. In this wilderness, he can still change his clothes properly, take care of himself to a radiant face, and still hold a handful in his hand. The folding fan of his, banging his palm repeatedly, was completely different from the one from last night.
There is even a human-shaped pheasant bead jade in front of the water hole, which makes him look like an immortal.
Cheng Qian glanced at the puddle in a complicated mood, thinking that this child was raised by the senior brother in charge, and he had learned the stinky problems of his body, but he did not learn his stinky things.
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The puddle looked around, and said curiously, "Huh? Where's the second senior brother?"
"He wants to check Han Yuanbu's formation, and he had already returned to the villa last night," Yan Zhengming glanced at the puddle full of chicken feathers, scratching his head and wanting to reprimand her. Shengsheng resisted and said nothing, and said with a natural attitude, "You also run errands for me, there is a letter from Ochre, hurry up and get back."
Shuideng was stunned for a while, and then said with some disappointment: "Oh, I still want to stay with the third senior brother for a while."
Yan Zhengming thought dissatisfiedly in his heart: "He's quite a big man, and he doesn't even wink at all."
It's a pity that these words were very outrageous, so he had to say with dignity: "Since he has come back, he won't leave again. If you have anything to say, you can come back and talk about it. It's important."
The puddle has developed wings and a simple mind, and immediately believed her senior brother's nonsense about "business". He glanced at Cheng Qian with a little nostalgia, and when he saw him nodding and promising not to leave, he turned into a bird, flapping its wings and flying away .
Yan Zhengming also dismissed the last one who was inconvenient. Before he could rejoice, a little inexplicable nervousness arose in his heart. He silently spurned himself for a while, deceiving himself and thinking: "I grew up watching this kid. , what are you nervous about?"
Cheng Qian's guilt didn't dissipate. Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, he honestly waited on the side, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't even make a sound, so he was a little inexplicable.
Yan Zhengming glanced at him, inadvertently looked at Shang Chengqian's eyes, and quickly moved them away, thinking irritably, "Mother, I'm still nervous, what a hell."
So he turned around, held up the face of the head of the family who was cherishing words like gold, and said, "Let's go."
Said, taking Yujian up to the sky, the sleeves of the robes flying in the air were waiting for Cheng Qian, and the posture was very bluffing. At first glance, he almost had the calmness of a generation of masters, and Cheng Qian quickly chased after him, thinking about the big brother Looking at the back of the bear in front of me from the past, I feel more and more uncomfortable in my heart.
Yan Zhengming had several questions one after another in his heart, and finally picked one that he was most concerned about at this stage, so he asked, "Who gave you that sword?"
It was like holding a big golden tooth in his hand. It must not have been found by Cheng Qian himself. It might have been stuffed to him by some indiscriminate person.
Cheng Qian replied, "Mingming Valley's Niangu Master gave it to you."
Yan Zhengming contacted the cause and effect of Toutian Shuikeng, and guessed that the "Elder Guzhu" in Nian Mingming's mouth was Cheng Qian, and he suddenly caught fire unreasonably: "Mingminggu? The old fat man didn't even mention it when I went there before. Mention, are you trying to steal someone from me? Hmph, it's beyond your own power."
The innocent Niangu master is estimated to have a fever at this time.
Yan Zhengming continued to ask, "What are you doing in Mingming Valley?"
Cheng Qian: "Use his ice pool to reshape the body."
Yan Zhengming frowned, and finally retracted his messy thoughts and said sternly: "As far as I know, apart from the reincarnation of Yuan, there is no way to reshape the body in the world, otherwise Master would not be able to do it back then."
Cheng Qian thought for a while, and replied succinctly, "Maybe it's because I happened to cultivate the Yuan in the Ju Lingyu."
"What is Ju Lingyu?" Yan Zhengming couldn't help but said, "Can't you start from the beginning?"
The child has no mother in this matter, the story is long, Cheng Qian paused for a while, and finally reluctantly found a source, starting from when he and Han Yuan met Tang Zhen unexpectedly, talking about Wen Ya sending him the spirit-gathering jade, and finally How to rebuild the body in Mingming Valley, only ignoring the pain of cutting the soul with the wind knife in Juling Jade and the seven heavenly tribulations in Mingming Valley.
It's a pity that Yan Zhengming has never seen the world, so how can he not know what happened to Yuan
Cultivating the essence in one's own body has to go through thousands of tempering of the soul. It cannot be broken or cubed, not to mention that it is in external objects, and the cultivation of the physical body with external objects is unheard of since ancient times. Everyone is an adult, why are they still practicing hard
Not to mention the ice pool, even if it was soaked in magma for decades, it would probably only be able to soak a piece of cooked jade.
Yan Zhengming asked: "A piece of jade, even if it is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, can it be made by soaking it in an ice pool? Impossible, to be honest."
Cheng Qian almost looked at him with admiration. Back then, he pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey and scolded the eldest young master who didn't know why he was angry. He could not hide it, so he had to say: "Since it's against the sky. Okay, naturally there is a catastrophe."
The sword under Yan Zhengming's feet suddenly stopped in the air: "What?"
His voice was a little dry for a while: "Is it a big catastrophe or a small catastrophe?"
Some monks jump too fast, and they will also suffer from heavenly tribulations. Generally, there are only three or five paths. Nine thunders are the heaviest, representing small punishments and great commandments. Little Heaven's Tribulation".
Only when the great power ascends, will the great catastrophe come down. Even if people who have experienced catastrophe have the power to overturn mountains and turn clouds and rains in the mortal world, they can only survive in the ninth death on this hurdle. It is disrespectful, let alone delusional and delusional. Heaven and earth live together.
Legend has it that during the great catastrophe, the thunder was like a pouring thunder, and there was no way to resist it, and there was absolutely no magic weapon in the mortal world to protect it.
Cheng Qian paused: "Uh"
Yan Zhengming immediately affirmed: "It's a big catastrophe."
Cheng Qian said nonchalantly: "Oh, that's not true. I have been in seclusion all the time, and my knowledge is limited. I have never heard of a catastrophe."
In this regard, Cheng Qian, who has been very pretentious since he was a child, is much better than the puddle. He said that he also brought a little more curiosity and asked: "What is a big catastrophe?"
Yan Zhengming looked at him without saying a word.
Cheng Qian added in an understatement: "Anyway, I have been through it, but I don't feel anything powerful, maybe it's relatively small, right?"
Yan Zhengming's eyes began to be a little gloomy, just like when someone knocked over his incense burner when he was a child. Apologize" shape.
Cheng Qian used to think impatiently, "I'm used to your fault", and then decide whether to perfunctory comfort or not depending on the priority of the matter. However, after many years, he suddenly felt very soft in his heart - when he was trapped in the Ju Lingyu , he was about to die, the stinky temper of the senior brother, the toad of the second senior brother, the misfortune caused by the fourth junior brother, and even the missing diapers of the younger junior sister were all missed by him.
Cheng Qian suddenly smiled, and the corners of his slightly curved eyes formed a delicate hook. He avoided answering the question of the catastrophe, and just coaxed: "Senior brother, I miss you very much."
Yan Zhengming: ""
His heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he hurriedly said "coming soon", then dropped Cheng Qian, swooped down to the cloud with Yu Jian, and fled.
At the same time, Sect Master Yan thought very heroically: "Don't expect me not to pursue it. When I go back, I will send a letter to the old fat man in Mingming Valley to ask what happened."
Cheng Qian thought that the so-called "Village" was in some deep mountain and old forest, but he didn't expect that it was really a mountain village.
The two of them landed on the top of the hill and walked down. From a high place, they could see the crowded marketplace not far away.
Anyone who sees it will only say that this is the residence of a mortal landlord.
However, when he entered the villa, Cheng Qian understood why Yan Zhengming wanted to buy the house.
I don’t know who the previous owner of this villa is. It is surrounded by mountains and waters, and the terrain is very delicate. The aura of the green mountains on three sides is all gathered in it. Walking down in a circle, it is no less than Qinglong Island in Xianshan Mountain in the East China Sea.
"I strengthened the courtyard wall," Yan Zhengming said. "There are charms under the bricks, so that the spiritual energy of the house does not leak out-even if it is not as deep as Fuyao Mountain, it is definitely better than Mingming Valley."
Cheng Qian was still at a loss for words and had no choice but to nod his head in yes.
After walking around the outer courtyard, the pavilions and pavilions are complete. Occasionally, the servants who clean the courtyard pass by quietly. They pass through a garden and arrive at the inner house. I can see the trees here are shady, and the bamboos form a sea. As soon as you step in, you will feel that the summer heat has been swept away, and people walking in it will involuntarily lighten their steps to prevent disturbing the quiet here.
"They are not allowed to enter here, and even if they retreat, no one will disturb them," Yan Zhengming said, "Come with me."
He took Cheng Qian straight to the middle of the bamboo forest, and saw that there was actually a small courtyard here, with a wooden sign hanging at the door with the word "Qing An" written on it. In front of the door, I was stunned for a while, as if I had returned to Fuyao Mountain after a long absence.
In the courtyard, the door of the study was half-closed, and the four treasures of the study were all spread out on the table, and a copy of the Qing Jing Sutra was lying on the table, as if the master had never left.
While Cheng Qian was looking around, Yan Zhengming hurriedly rolled up the half of the Qingjing Sutra and put it in his sleeve and hid it, and said to Cheng Qian as if nothing had happened: "Oh, I remember that your Qing'an residence was like this, let's see if there is anything. Is it any different?"
Cheng Qian looked at the lifelike carved windows, the tea-preserving spell tray, which could sink people into the soft chairs and the scent of seals on the side, and at a glance, he knew whose territory this place used to be, and said to himself, "It's really a little side. Not at all."
But seeing Yan Zhengming's pretentiously calm gaze, he opened his eyes again and shook his head nonsense: "No, it's almost possible to mix the fake with the real."
Yan Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief at first, then tensed his expression with difficulty, and said very "master": "That's good, it's just for you, come back and live."
Said, he looked stern, and glared at Cheng Qian with a threatening tone: "Do you remember what I said? If you dare to leave the house for no reason without saying a word, I will clear the door."
Cheng Qian was both funny and helpless, and couldn't help but choked, "Are you still there?"
He didn't fight back and scolded him along the way, and Yan Zhengming was so obedient that he always felt uneasy, and when he finally heard the familiar tone, his heart was like a boulder falling to the ground, and he felt at ease.
Sect Master Yan asked himself bitterly, "Is it because you don't want to be treated nicely by others, bitch?"
Then the slut took a step forward and hugged Cheng Qian from behind. The moment his arms tightened, Yan Zhengming closed his eyes and held his breath, as if he was holding a strange feeling. He reached his hand, patted Cheng Qian on the shoulder affectionately, and said, "Okay, you can rest well."
Then he turned around and left with half of the Jingjing Sutra in his hand, and when he walked out of the bamboo forest, he exhaled the breath that he was holding. He was so contented and slightly melancholy, slipped to the next door, concentrated on putting Yuan into the head seal, and turned over it carefully. Check out the mountain closure order left by the master.
Although Cheng Qian asked a question and said a sentence, the language was very vague, but Yan Zhengming keenly felt that the process of his death and rebirth seemed to be just in response to the three tribulations of "Heaven, Earth and Man", and it was in the triple lock in the mountain closure order. Could it be a coincidence
He tentatively used the knowledge in Yuan and Sect Master Yin to confront him slightly. Sect Master Yin treated him very leniently and would not hurt him. He seemed to tolerate a junior who was not very sensible. He only bounced back slightly to make him feel that he It's a mayfly shaking a tree, it's still a long way, don't play tricks.
Yan Zhengming bypassed the "people lock" that he already knew in his heart, and turned to the "ground lock" at the back. There is a keyhole, three of which are tightly closed, but the one belonging to Qinglong has been opened.
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