Cheng Qian kept watching Yan Zhengming and the others leave, but his brows never opened.
He used to report good news but not bad news, and only when others turned around would his eyes show a little worry.
Cheng Qian proposed that he should stay and go with Tang Zhen. He really wanted to help on the one hand, and on the other hand, it also coincided with Yan Zhengming's idea - he planned to be separated from the division for a period of time.
Although the elder brother has a bad attitude and is extremely uncooperative, he can't pry his mouth open no matter how much he asks, but it doesn't prevent Cheng Qian from guessing more or less that Yan Zhengming's inner demon has a lot to do with him, otherwise he can't think of the elder brother. There is nothing you can't say to yourself.
However, Cheng Qian is very thoughtful, but he is always a little less ingenious. He can guess what he can guess, but he doesn't know how to take the next step. He will neither be side-by-side nor be around the corner. He is afraid that he is not appropriate enough. After adding some obstacles to the senior brother, I thought of leaving for a while, and pinning my hopes on his second senior brother Li Yun, who lacked everything and no lack of ingenuity.
Cheng Qian didn't know whether Li Yun was reliable or not. Before the brothers had gone far, he had already calmly started to worry about it.
There must always be someone who was sent by God to oppose him, which really made him experience the feeling of "it's hard to say goodbye when we meet each other".
Tang Zhen watched with a cold eye, and said with a bit of emotion: "The friendship of your clan is really enviable."
Only then did Cheng Qian come back, withdrew his eyes and said, "I'm sorry for the delay, Brother Tang."
Tang Zhen didn't take it seriously: "My feet are slow to the left and right, so it's not in the way."
Nian Da came up from the side and said, "Why, is Senior Tang's division not in harmony?"
"It can't be said to be in harmony," Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something, his face stained a little bit, "The people of their Fuyao faction are not too expensive, but our Mulan Mountain is different, Mulan is different. The mountain is too big, and there are several elders under the sect master, each occupying their own mountain tops and taking their own apprentices. I have been on the mountain for hundreds of years, and even the elders have not recognized them all, and there are only sect masters in the same sect. Only on occasions can we meet each other, we don’t know who is who, let alone have any feelings, over time, everyone speaks based on aptitude and ability, and the hierarchy is very strict and cold.”
Tang Zhen said and glanced at Cheng Qian: "You guys are more human, not like a sect, but like a family."
Nian Da said: "The bigger the sect, the more people there are, and the more people there are, the more order is there, and everyone's feelings are naturally estranged. There is no way to do it, but between the same sect, there will always be one or two people to befriend, right?"
Tang Zhen said: "There is indeed a junior sister who grew up with me since childhood. She has a bad temper when she grows up, but she had a good relationship with me when she was young."
This is the second time Cheng Qian heard him mention his junior sister, so he asked, "Is your junior sister named Tang Wanqiu?"
"Well, it's her." Tang Zhen said without turning his head, "but what we call 'senior brothers and sisters' is just the status of elders and children. When we were young, we were a little close, but when we grew up, we went our separate ways. , Everyone is a passer-by in Mulan Mountain. Even if she is in front of me now, I don't know if I can recognize her. I know that you have a lot of connections with her. Now her people are no longer in Liuhe. What she has done So it doesn't have to be counted on my head."
Tang Zhen has a kind of smooth and magnanimous indifference. I don't know if it is because of his sexuality or because he has been on the edge of life and death for many years. He does not accept disciples, nor does he return to the sect. No matter who you meet, you only treat the other party as a short-term companion.
The group pretended to be a loose cultivator living in the southern border, hired a carriage, and went all the way across the mountains and mountains like mortals, and continued to go south.
Cheng Qian and Tang Zhen are not people who like to chat very much, but they can't hold back Nian Dada enough, so they have to provoke the best bully Rokuro. When Cheng Qian was at his most dangerous, Liu Lang tried desperately to rush up, but now the situation was calm, but he didn't even dare to say a word to Cheng Qian. buried in the shadows.
Nian Da ran to and Liu Lang bit his ear and said: "Hey, little brother, I want to worship Fuyao - it's Elder Cheng and the others, are you with me?"
Rokuro glanced at Cheng Qian's back, quickly withdrew his gaze, and shook his head silently.
Nian Da also said that he has eyes and can't recognize Mount Tai, so he hurriedly leaned up and said: "Hey, you don't understand these things, I'm here to share with you - those who cultivate the Yuan are all great people who have the ability to enter the sky and enter the earth. , Not to mention ordinary people, they are monks from many small sects, and they have never seen Yuan monks in their lives."
Rokuro didn't answer, just listened silently.
Nian Da was a bit good at being a teacher. Seeing his attention on himself, he became more and more elated and said: "Besides, Yuan and Yuan are different, look at the seniors of the Fuyao faction, our Elder Cheng, it's needless to say, but also With their head, that's a sword repairer! The first time I saw a live sword repairer, although his temper was not very good, it didn't matter. I talked to a sword repairer with more than one yuan. This is enough for me to go out and brag for several years. already."
Liu Lang shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Tang Zhenren left me alive, and I want to stay and serve him, and my leader is low, and I can only be a hindrance when I follow Cheng Zhenren, so I have to remember it first and repay it later. "
Nian Da listened, was stunned, and suddenly said to Liu Lang: "You, Elder Cheng may be willing to accept you as a disciple."
Rokuro lowered his head and stopped talking.
This journey has only been about a hundred or so years, and their group has been robbed by various big and small demons no less than ten times.
Cheng Qian slashed two demon cultivators who were trying to kill people and steal treasures in the middle of the night. A thin layer of blood frost had formed on the frost blade, and Cheng Qian's eyebrows involuntarily climbed a layer of killing intent, making it even more difficult for strangers to approach.
Since the emergence of a demon dragon in the southern border, the demon cultivators seem to be ready to rebel, gathering forces everywhere, and the means are very simple and rude - slaughtering men, women, young and old in a city, directly occupying it, covering the tower with blood and hanging people's heads. , and then artificially reversed the flow of clean air in the city, and established several magic cities.
Unfortunately, Bingxinhuo is in the magic city's territory.
The so-called "ice heart fire" is actually not a real fire, but a special stone. According to legend, the outer layer of this object is as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, but the inside contains a piece of warm jade with abundant spiritual energy, which can preserve the body for thousands of years. It is not enough to freeze the corpse, and it is as fresh as the one that has just died. It is the foundation stone of Zhaoyang, the big city in the southern border.
The southern border is extremely hot, and the miasma is rampant. It can be said that the weather is harsh. Only because of this icy fire, Zhaoyang City is like spring all year round, and the merchants who come and go gather here. It has gradually become the first city in the southern border.
Nian Da said without heart and soul: "I still think, this 'Bingxinhuo' is the foundation of other people's cities, how can others give it? We can't take it by accident - this is good, Zhaoyang City is occupied by demons. Now, whether we rob or cheat, it doesn't hurt morality, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence."
Cheng Qiancai didn't believe it was a coincidence, so he glanced at Tang Zhen meaningfully.
Tang Zhen was also generous, and said bluntly: "What is the coincidence? I had expected chaos in the south, and this time I came to fish in troubled waters. The so-called 'Tianji' means listening to all directions, seeing all directions, and a little bit of luck. That's all, the magic energy in the southern border has recently gathered, and there are changes in the major sects. Tianyan has mobilized many experts to come. I guess it is almost the same, but I didn't expect such a big movement of the birth of the magic dragon. ."
Cheng Qian's heart froze, what's wrong with Han Yuan's incarnation, incarnation of Jackie Chan - but he still went to the north, is he going to the imperial capital of the imperial city
Could it be that he still resented Zhou Han's feud with the soul back then, and wanted to seek the bad luck of the court
Cheng Qian and Tang Zhen have known each other for many years. Although they are not too friendly to each other because of their personalities, they have a bit of a meaning of "a gentleman's friendship is as light as water", but after all, they are less scruples than others. Cheng Qian asked bluntly, "Brother Tang, I want to ask you something."
Tang Zhen said without saying, "Your fourth junior brother?"
"Exactly," Cheng Qian asked, "In your opinion, my fourth junior brother really has two souls in one body?"
At the foot of Fuyao Mountain, he didn't recognize the puddle when he grew up. One Han Yuan was always trying his best to let this strange girl go, while the other wanted to kill him.
Under the calamity, one Han Yuan wanted to strip the demon bones of the puddle alive, while the other pulled back the demonic energy in pain in order to save the puddle.
"I don't think you understand what it means to 'enter the Dao with the inner demon'," Tang Zhen said, "The other half of his body is nothing but the inner demon that he raised by himself. At his level of cultivation, the inner demon It has long been out of control of others, but will attack the master. What do you think? The inner demon is him and not him. His deepest hatred is definitely the same as that inner demon, but if your senior brother insists that he is possessed by a monster , and it barely makes sense.”
Cheng Qian: "How did he get to this point?"
"I don't know this, I can only give you a guess," Tang Zhen thought for a while, and said without restraint, "For example, take me as an example. Sacrificing is of course the best, not only does the body not rot, but it can also take the other party's cultivation as one's own. Although the way to take home is a sorcery, I don't necessarily know it. At this time, it would be much more convenient if I had a single-strand demon. I could do whatever I wanted but didn’t want to do. I got what I wanted, and I could pretend that it wasn’t intentional. Isn't it innocent and cheap?"
Tang Zhen said "I don't know", but what he said was like a knife, and Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment.
Tang Zhen said again: "Your devilish junior brother, did you have a harmonious relationship with you back then?"
Cheng Qian's fingers tightly tightened the frost blade in his hand, his voice was in his throat, and he whispered, "Better than my own."
Tang Zhen smiled lightly and said, "That's right, his cultivation base is low, and his sect is in danger. Not only can he not defend against the enemy, but he is used by the enemy to kill you with the wrong hand. From now on, how can he see the same sect? You? Just use the spare power of the painting soul to help the flames and let the sword of the heart demon go sideways - the way of the heart demon, you need to be strong and weak to achieve it. Speaking of which, your fourth junior brother is also a talent."
"Don't talk about it," Cheng Qian got up abruptly, wishing he could go back to Yan Zhengming and the others immediately, and said quickly, "I'm going to help you get Bingxinhuo tonight, Brother Tang tell me the rules."
Demon cultivators indulge their desires, and the magic city never sleeps.
That night, Cheng Qian sneaked into the city alone.
He suppressed his popularity, passed through the layers of blood and demonic barriers, and took out the map of the city that Tang Zhen gave him from his arms. After checking it carefully for a while, he was a little undecided. In the open space, there are streets extending in all directions, which can just remove the miasma and humidity here. Cheng Qian wanted to dig it without knowing it and left. Who knew that the place where the Bingxinhuo was at this time was unexpectedly blocked by this group of people in the city. The devil was occupied, and they absurdly built a pavilion on the icy fire.
Cheng Qian looked at the small building in front of him, which was full of extravagant sounds, and felt very helpless. He hid on the corner of the street, not knowing whether he should just rush in with his sword, chop people and grab stones, or sneak in in a low-key manner and act according to chance.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of staggering footsteps on the corner of the street.
A demon cultivator with few pieces of cloth on his body walked over drunkenly.
Cheng Qian didn't care at first, but after he restrained his anger, the magic cultivators basically regarded him as a human-shaped puppet, and no one paid any attention to him.
But this time, there are some weird people. Seeing Cheng Qian from a distance, the magic cultivator came over curiously and circled around Cheng Qian a few times. He touched his face, sniffed the tip of his nose, and said, "Whose puppet is this confiscated? It's such a high-end stuff, so you can take advantage of me."
Having said that, the magic cultivator squinted his hand to detect the progress of his clothes.
Cheng Qian: ""
He froze on the spot and got goosebumps violently.
The demon cultivator was very drunk, and swayed and said to himself: "Why does it seem like you can move on your own? Hehe, your original owner must have had a lot of fun."
Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore, and the sharp cold air couldn't help dissipating. The demon cultivator suddenly woke up, facing a pair of murderous eyes. The next moment, he didn't have time to say a word, his throat was cold, and he was already hit by a sword. holed.
After this battle, Cheng Qian was about to veto the idea of "carefully sneaking in" just now. He turned into an afterimage and rushed into the courtyard wall of the small building.
There was a row of corpses on the wall. Some of them had just died and their spiritual energy had not dissipated. It could be seen that they were cultivators. Cheng Qian swept them roughly and found that none of the corpses were whole, either missing arms or short legs, or there was only one left. A solitary head, I don't know who to match.
There was a female cultivator in the corner. At first glance, she looked like a puddle, but Cheng Qian felt a sudden shock, and involuntarily took a second look. She saw that her cheeks were slightly plump, and there was a little cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. His skinny little sister who would stick chicken feathers on her head is quite beautiful, but unfortunately it has disappeared from the chest down.
Hong Yan fell into such an end, and even Cheng Qian's hard-hearted heart couldn't bear to look at it any longer.
At this time, Cheng Qian discovered that this small building was not built, but a magic weapon - it looked like an ordinary restaurant from the outside, but it was terrifyingly large inside, with a radius of half a mile, divided into several floors.
As soon as he looked in, there were hundreds of demon cultivators in the building, and they were frantically seeking pleasure. A strange smell of unknown origin shot up to the roof of the building.
There is a dark room in the corner of the bottom floor of the small building. There are many people locked in it. It is too far away, and it is not clear whether it is a cultivator or a mortal. I saw a few magic cultivators walk over and open the door. The chains dragged a young man out.
The man was dressed in white, and his front was covered with dried and blackened blood. He was dragged out half-dead, and hung on the high platform in the center of the arena.
A short demon cultivator appeared on the field with a steel whip in his hand and circled around the field. In front of everyone's eyes, he beat the man, blood splashing, and a group of big and small demons around him were in high spirits, like a New Year's Eve. Same.
Cheng Qian was a little curious for a while, so he stopped to take a second look. He felt that the short demon cultivator looked very heavy, but he didn't seem to intend to put the man to death, and wondered in his heart: "Is this meant to be slowly tortured? His life?"
Before he had any doubts, Cheng Qian saw a few demon cultivators clambering onto the stage, both male and female. In the words of his senior brother, they all looked hurt, but they didn't have any self-awareness. Just a few steps away, this gang The man walked for half a column of incense, from the hair to the toes, twisting every place on his body that could bend, and a group of two-legged snakes twisted into the middle.
Cheng Qian wondered: "What kind of eye is this now?"
The next moment, he was stunned to find that this group of demon cultivators had gathered together, climbing on the hanging man, and molesting the half-dead man from beginning to end, his clothes were ripped off like he was holding a pipa. Half-covering his face, he immediately surrounded him with the copulation.
Cheng Qian: ""
What the hell is this fucking place!
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