Yan Zhengming was a little undecided for a while.
Although he didn't say it, Cheng Qian could already see the doubts in his heart. In fact, Cheng Qian was very observant most of the time, but he probably wouldn't say it out loud, and he didn't take it to heart.
Seeing Senior Brother hesitate, Cheng Qian answered, "If you want to go and see, we will go to Second Senior Brother and the others now."
Yan Zhengming pondered and did not move the place, and after a while, he suddenly said indifferently: "The master was thinking about the sect until his death, he would rather die and disperse his soul, but also put the three souls in copper coins to stop the great sect for the sect. Tribulation—Breaking the Demon Valley, destroying the Soul Eater Lamp Besides, although he has gone crazy, he doesn’t look like a person full of evil, if you are a master, if you are chasing this kind of love, would you be cruel to bury him under a tree?”
Cheng Qian paused for a while, but instead of answering directly, he asked: "What about Xiao Yuan? If we really block him in the southern border, what are you going to do?"
Yan Zhengming's brows furrowed, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
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No matter what path Han Yuan chooses afterward, he did not intend to kill Cheng Qian back then. Those who have been caught in the art of painting souls are ignorant and unaware that their corpses are broken into pieces. Han Yuangen has no way to resist them. Zhengming is well aware of it - but knowing is knowing, he has always had a grudge in his heart.
At this time, another small voice in his heart asked: "What if it was the other way around? What if the person who fell in love with the painting soul was Xiao Qian?"
As soon as this idea came up, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but think about it.
His eyes slowly moved to Cheng Qian - Cheng Qian's appearance was not much different from when he was a teenager, but he was a little taller, his eyebrows and bones were slightly longer, and his outline was vague. But every time Yan Zhengming looked at him carefully, he would have some kind of indistinct feeling.
At first he thought it was a strange feeling that he hadn't seen for many years, but later found out that it was wrong, because every time he closed his eyes, he wished he could even remember how many eyelashes Cheng Qian had.
It stands to reason that shouldn't you turn a blind eye to familiar people or things
However, Yan Zhengming found that he was less and less afraid to stare at Cheng Qian, always feeling that it would burn his eyes if he watched too much.
"If it was Xiao Qian, then I probably wouldn't have watched him jump into the sea and leave." For a long time, Yan Zhengming reluctantly came to such a conclusion, he sighed secretly, feeling a little guilty, because he was too partial.
After Yan Zhengming thought about it like this, his eyes couldn't help but look a little crazy. Cheng Qian remembered the way his brows were raised in the bamboo forest that day, and he was suddenly a little annoyed.
"These troubles shouldn't be on his mind," Cheng Qian secretly said, "If you have any problems, you can let me handle them all. Why are you so embarrassed?"
It's enough for the elder brother to suffer for the past 100 years. Cheng Qian decided to let him just eat, drink and have fun in the future, and occasionally show the master's score, and pass the addiction of being a powerful man. After all the robbery has been carried, is it possible that it can't carry the crumbling beam of the Fuyao faction
"Let's go, since the ground lock is in the head seal, we have to go and see the Vermillion Bird Pagoda anyway." Cheng Qian said, and stretched out his hand to pull Yan Zhengming.
For some unspeakable reason, Yan Zhengming felt nervous every time Cheng Qian's hand shook in front of his eyes, so he subconsciously blocked and grabbed Cheng Qian's hand.
Cheng Qian's fingertips were cold, but there was only a little warmth in the palm of his hand, but it seemed to be scorching.
Yan Zhengming shivered quietly, not willing to let go.
Cheng Qian didn't care, and with a "tsk", he grabbed the paw of "Young Master Lao Qian" with the copper coin ring, and rudely pulled his unsightly ring down and put it into his sleeve, sighing. : "Okay, this time no one slapped you and brought such a ghost with you. I think you are really fed up."
Yan Zhengming's hands were suddenly empty, and his heart felt lost for a moment, but Cheng Qian had already walked out of the restaurant ahead of him.
The cold touch just now seemed to be still on his fingertips, Yan Zhengming moved his fingers reluctantly behind him, feeling a little abnormal.
Is it because the weather is too hot and Cheng Qian's hands are cold, can he escape the summer heat
Cheng Qian had already walked out of the door at this time. Seeing that he was still dawdling, he turned around and asked, "Senior brother, what are you doing?"
Yan Zhengming murmured, "Well, it's a little hot."
He spit on himself while hesitating, and Xiao Qian was not an outsider. When he was a child, he rolled on his bed without taking a shower while practicing swordsmanship. What if he said, "Come here and let me cool down"
At most, it's just staring at each other!
However, Yan Zhengming couldn't say it, and it was nothing if he couldn't say it. His heart was like a wild horse, and his thoughts ran out of control in more and more strange directions. Cheng Qian hugged the scene one by one.
It's like the real thing!
Yan Zhengming couldn't help but shivered secretly. This is really weird. Could it be that after so many days, the inner demon of that practice has not disappeared
But then, there was a secret yearning in his heart.
Really tossing and turning, scratching ears and cheeks.
"Why is this motherfucker so similar to the legendary girl Huaichun?" Yan Zhengming froze in place as if struck by lightning for a while, and for a long while, his fragile heart let out a breathless cry, "Oh my god, I must have lost my mind in practice.”
The soulless leader Yan and Cheng Qian left the town all the way, and went along the wild mountains to find the most abundant spiritual energy in the mountains, but before they could find Li Yun, they heard chaotic voices first.
In the distance, I saw a flamboyant Pegasus carriage parked there, with jewels on its body and its gauze overturned, making it seem like a rain of flower petals is about to fall all around.
Pegasus is not something that ordinary people can support, at least a sect of the size of Mingming Valley can afford it. Moreover, monks can control objects soon after condensing, and it is common for powerful people to shrink for thousands of miles. Enduring the cold wind in the sky, going out in such a flamboyant flying horse carriage, if it is not a lowly cultivation base and unable to control objects, it is purely for showing off.
No matter what it is, the level of the people in the car must not be too advanced.
The canopy on the carriage was very light and thin, and when the gauze covered with spells was put down, a young man was sitting in the carriage. He leaned lazily there. It was too good to be right, and there was a red mole on his left eyebrow, which added a bit of indescribable hostility to him.
There were at least a dozen cultivators who followed the flying carriage in front of the saddle and behind the horse. They glanced over, and all of them were not weak. There were also two old men with white hair and beard who followed behind the carriage. With the air of being out of the dust, I am afraid that he is still a master above Yuan.
The one who was surrounded by this circle of people staring at him was the same Li Yun as the barefoot man.
Li Yun's thoughts and skills are unfortunately divided too much, and he is full of thieves, which is not conducive to cultivation. When he was young, Cheng Qianqian encouraged him a few times. Later, he got into trouble with Yan Zhengming, so he devoted himself to messing with him. There has been a lot of mess around. In recent years, his performance has been mediocre in terms of cultivation, and he has been stuck on the threshold of Yuan’s general success and failure for more than ten years. He doesn’t know how to worry.
The puddle hung over his head, the hair all over his body exploded, and he yelled at the young man in the carriage: "Who is a bird? I think you are the bird with the sharp-billed monkey cheeks! Even if the aunt is really a bird, it is someone else. It's shameless to bring you so many fathers to rob you!"
The young man in the carriage didn't seem to have a good temper, but it was obvious that he really regarded the puddle as a rude bird. After being scolded like this, he didn't have the same knowledge as her. Instead, he thought it was very interesting and smiled at Li Yun said: "I think this fellow Taoist is going through the pill path, right? I heard that the pill path is the most important thing to focus on, and it can't be disturbed at all. Wouldn't you be noisy with it? Besides, the pill path is not easy, so throw it into the pill path. The herbs in the furnace are all real gold and silver resources, this fellow Daoist tsk, is also often shy."
Although Li Yun has a genuine little white face, he is a bit sloppy, especially since he has been wandering in the countryside of the southern border for a long time, at this time, he has a broken basket on his back, and his trousers are pulled up. It's a real scumbag indeed.
"I'll give you a thousand taels of gold and three powerful amulets," said the dandy in the carriage, "The Vermilion Bird Pagoda is about to open, and there are many monks gathered here. If you lack any resources, it is enough to have these three powerful charms in your hands. Get them something nice - sell me this bird."
Li Yun didn't say anything after listening to it, and it seemed that he was really moved by the price.
The puddle suddenly became anxious, her two senior brothers were timid and unprincipled, maybe they could really sell her, and suddenly made waves on his head: "You dare! You dare to sell me, Sect Master. Break your leg!"
The dandy is different from the dandy. Like the senior brother, although he can only walk in the nest, he can still reason most of the time.
The one sitting in the carriage was different. Although he could pretend to be pleasant, he actually asked his subordinates to surround Li Yun and the others, ready to grab or buy them.
Li Yun's eyes turned slightly, and he thought to himself that he was troubled.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the chattering puddle bird, and muttered, "Little Junior Sister, how about I sell you first, and then go back and bring rescuers to snatch you back?"
He wasn't too worried about the puddle. Although the puddle was not very clever, he knew that the sky was high and the earth was high, and he was very measured. For example, when the senior brother was not there, she found that she had no support, so she never took the initiative to provoke others.
The puddle pecked him fiercely, and Li Yun thought with a sullen face: "Take it down, you're not worth a thousand taels of gold, well, forget it, who made me a senior brother?"
He squeezed the bird's beak in the puddle to prevent her from making a sound, and put on a dilemma and said: "This son, your bid is very high, but you have seen me, a little beast, and you have a bad temper. It's hard to support, and if you offend the son, it's a life anyway."
The young man in Jinyi in the carriage saw that he was sticky and refused to let go, his face flashed with impatience, as if he didn't intend to talk nonsense with Li Yun, he urged: "I bought it for a lot of money. , will naturally be raised well, you just say whether to sell or not to sell."
His voice fell, but the puddle seemed to see something. She suddenly broke away from Li Yun's hand and rushed out of the crowd.
When a cultivator saw her, he immediately reached out his hand to beat her down, and a streak of True Essence had already broken through the air.
At this moment, the cultivator suddenly felt a burst of horror, and then, a sword energy slashed with incomparable precision. The sword-wielding person seemed to disdain the sneak attack and did not hurt him, but only smashed his true essence into pieces. Immediately, the sword intent dissipated, and the coolness even soaked in the surrounding heat.
Everyone turned around abruptly, only to see two people approaching from a distance, as if they were in front of them in an instant, the two old men who were following the flying carriage abruptly turned serious, crossed the crowd to meet them, and said alertly: " Where are the two Daoists going?"
When the puddle bird couldn't speak, she had the talent of "looking for the most reliable person when something went wrong". I saw that she plunged into Cheng Qian's hands and took away the fierce phase who was scolded by the shrew just now. Jing, complained aggrievedly: "It was that person who dropped the net for me halfway, causing me to become like this, and now he is still chasing here with a ghostly spirit. Woolen cloth!"
"Deflated three" with the surname Li: ""
Cheng Qian stretched out his hand and closed the head of the puddle, glanced at the man in the carriage, and then set his eyes on the two old men in front of the carriage.
Just when Li Yun was worried that he was going to make a rude remark, he saw Cheng Qian nodded slightly to the group of people. Although he was not smiling, he was polite.
"Thank you for this fellow Daoist's blue eyes, who likes my little bird," Cheng Qian said slowly, "it's just that she has been around for a long time, and she is psychic, like half of the family, we don't usually use her as a pet. It is inconvenient to sell, please forgive me."
Yan Zhengming didn't say anything next to him. He scanned the valuable carriage from top to bottom. He secretly decided to get a few flying horses to support him when he returned to the villa. It's still possible.
Cheng Qian once said, "If you don't get along with someone, you'll have to fight." But that doesn't mean he's aggressive, he just can't help it.
Now that his cultivation base is enough to roam Kyushu, and he has a frost blade in his hand, he has long been fearless, but he is polite when he treats people and things. These words are not flattering, nor show arrogance, although the tone is light. , but as he spoke, he always carefully held the broken-billed bird with one palm, showing some reasonable sincerity.
The young man on the carriage looked down at Cheng Qian, frowning and said, "You are also here to try your luck at the Vermillion Bird Tower?"
Cheng Qian could see at a glance that this person's level was probably still stuck on the hurdle of condensing, and he thought: "Can you handle it?"
But because I didn't want to have extracurricular branches, I still replied: "We plan to go to the southern border, pass this place, and just pass by. If we can take a look at the beauty of the Vermilion Bird Pagoda, it will be an unexpected gain."
Seeing that the young man was so ignorant, one of the old men who followed in front of the car couldn't help but turn his head and whispered a few words to the young man in the car.
But I don't know what the old man said. It's okay if he didn't open his mouth. When he opened his mouth, the voice didn't fall. The young man became anxious first and pointed to the old monk: "What's the use of raising you guys in my family, one or two? Yes, even the wild monks you meet on the road have a lot of scruples - I want that bird!"
The old cultivator is getting old, and he is already a master of the party. How can he not be flattered by others? At this time, he was yelled at in public by a yellow-mouthed child, and his face suddenly became ugly.
Yan Zhengming pulled out the puddle where he was enjoying the cool summer treatment in Cheng Qian's hands, and finally felt a little more at ease, so he had time to sigh in a low voice: "It's rare to meet someone who is more jerk than me."
He is so self-aware that no one else can say anything.
Yan Zhengming said, made a gesture to Li Yun, and said, "I said we won't sell - Junior Brother, let's go."
Said, he even saved the sword, and the real essence directly turned into a sword shadow, carrying him straight into the sky, revealing the sword intent.
The two elders looked at each other, and both were on guard. There are thousands of cultivators who use swords, but not everyone can be called a sword cultivator. Sword cultivators can turn their essence into sharp swords, and they can call people out of their bodies. It's hard to tell if it's true or not.
How difficult it is to cultivate the sword of Yuan, the right time and place and people are indispensable, at least a hundred years of work, and this person in front of him has such achievements at a young age, and his future is probably limitless.
Sword cultivation is rare, and most of those who have achieved a little are invincible. In a realm like Yan Zhengming, he is willing to say something to his younger generation. Ji has already said that it is a courtesy, but they can't control their swords. The young master was born with a pair of two or five eyes, but he felt that he was being slighted, and immediately said with anger: "Since you guys don't work, I'll do it myself."
Before the two old men could stop it, a small flag flew out from the young man's sleeve, with colorful spells on it, like a soul-calling banner. I don't know where the treasure was obtained, and it seemed that there was no requirement for the activator's cultivation. Involved the surrounding, and created a small world in another day!
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