At the foot of Shizhou Mountain, when Yan Zhengming's inner palace Zhen Yuan first fought back, he really didn't want to live.
If a person is in extreme physical pain, he can at least pass out. Although Yan Zhengming can pass out happily, Yuan has to be awake all the time, trapped in the crumbling inner palace with the tyrannical sword qi, neither can he. Even if he resisted, he couldn't escape—not only was the real essence in chaos in his inner palace, but there was also a baleful crack created by a trapped dragon lock, which was blocked by his sword that hurt others and hurt himself.
He had no choice but to think complacently while suffering, "I don't see how good I am."
Then in the next moment, he took a powerful blow from himself.
Jian Xiu's Yuan and Jian Qi can be merged into one, and naturally they come from the same source. In his own inner palace, even if he is tied into a sieve, he will not die.
What's more terrifying is that in his chaotic inner palace there is not only sword energy, but also black smoke that rises and falls from time to time.
This thing is invulnerable to swords and guns, pervasive, and sometimes emerges from unexpected places. Once it catches his Yuan, it will go forward and ravage it.
First drag him into the illusion, induce earnestly, let him do whatever he wants, give him some ticklish provocation, and when he is about to indulge carefully, the illusion immediately changes, sometimes transforming into a master, sometimes It was Cheng Qian with a frosty face, and sometimes it was just himself, with a unified emotion and action, pointed at his nose and scolded: "Beast, shameless!"
For this part of him, he could not help but suffer another sword from himself, and his body and mind suffered together. This process repeats itself over and over again.
Yan Zhengming was painfully penetrated by his own sword energy, and the phantom of Cheng Qian in front of him was still glaring at him, what was it like
At the beginning, Yan Zhengming thought to himself, "What's the point of living? Forget about self-destructing the inner government, it's over, I'm a shameless beast anyway."
Immediately, he was able to wake up with difficulty every time, remembering that with his cultivation, once he blew himself up in the inner palace, people within twenty feet of his body would either die or be injured, so he had to endure it.
He smiled wryly at the phantom of Cheng Qian in front of him: "Even if you want to kill me one day, I'll probably have to lie down by myself."
When the demon heard it, he felt that the image didn't seem to achieve its intended purpose, so he changed his body very cleverly and turned into Yan Zhengming's own face.
Yan Zhengming immediately changed his face, and turned his face to the side in disgust: "Forget it, let's die on your own."
Over time, he became accustomed to being abused, but the will to survive arose in his heart, thinking: "If I really die, what will happen to the sect? What will happen to the juniors? Let Xiao Qian also feel my pain for a hundred years? "
As soon as the last thought came to him, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but fantasize about it - if he just fell here, would Cheng Qian remember him forever because he was heartbroken? Although it was really painful, Yan Zhengming was still a little excited when he thought of Cheng Qian's cultivation and ascension afterward.
But he didn't get excited for long, because the inner demon would jump out from time to time to remind him that he was a shameless beast.
After a while, Yan Zhengming found that Yuan Neng could hear the voice outside.
He knew that this was not a good sign. The weaker the Yuan was, the more it would be assimilated by the body, and as a result, it would take over part of the body's six senses. Hearing voices meant that his Yuan could no longer hold on. However, despite this, the first The first time I heard the real Cheng Qian's voice, I was so excited that I was almost pierced by the sword energy from the sky to the soles of my feet.
Although it is a pity that for a long time, Cheng Qian didn't speak much - even if he was always there.
The most long-winded is the puddle. For the first time, Yan Zhengming knew that the little junior sister had the problem of talking to herself about something - she always started with "Senior brother, although I know you can't hear", and then Chatting for at least a stick of incense.
From her mouth, Yan Zhengming knew that he had returned to Fuyao Villa, and that Cheng Qian had actually brought him to the small bamboo forest, and he had been taking care of him without sleep, and even the situation and turmoil outside, Yan Zhengming had described everything through her. Knowing the details, Li Yun was much more boring, and only sighed at him, occasionally complaining a few words.
Only occasionally when Tang Zhen came to see him, could Yan Zhengming hungrily hear the people he was thinking about say a few words.
In the end, I heard a very important part.
When the surnamed Tang said that he was going to prepare his funeral, Yan Zhengming completely fell on deaf ears. His buzzing brain was dizzy and dizzy, and finally there was only one sentence left.
With just these words, the inner demons that had been lingering around him all faded away, as if he was scared away by his stupid smirk, and the black air that was churning around was hit hard by the secret in an instant, and it was pitifully dimmed a lot. .
"Where's my future?" he thought fascinatedly.
It's a pity that the sword qi of the backlash was not affected. A sword nailed his Yuan, which was forgotten by both of us, in its place. Yan Zhengming's Yuan was lying weakly in the increasingly turbulent inner palace, sighed softly, and lingered in thought. Said: "I didn't hurt him in vain, sigh I can rest my eyes."
Even he didn't leave it behind, the cracks from the trapped dragon locks in the inner palace healed slowly.
Outside the small bamboo forest of Fuyao Mountain Villa.
Shuideng held a simple sword in his arms, it was Cheng Qian's frost blade.
When Cheng Qian was tied to Suoxiantai, the frost blade was taken by Yang Decheng, and then fell into the hands of Baihu Villa in chaos. return.
The puddle wandered around the small bamboo forest for an unknown number of times, sometimes turning into a human, sometimes turning into a bird, the hair on the tail was almost stripped off by myself, and I had no idea how to go in and open the head-Tang Zhen from here After leaving, he sent someone to pass a letter to Li Yun, saying that he should persuade Cheng Qian to open up.
Li Yun might have a bad feeling in her heart, so she didn't dare to come, so she pushed her to the top of the tank.
In case any puddles really jumped from the treetops, I stayed there for a while, and a feeling of depression that couldn't be dispatched suddenly filled my chest.
The senior elder brother often attacked her, and it was better than anything to serve her, but she really couldn't imagine what would happen without the senior elder brother. It was just a vague idea, and the puddle felt that the sky was about to collapse.
She was there in a daze for an unknown time, when the courtyard door in the small bamboo forest was suddenly pulled open from the inside.
"Little Senior Brother," Shuikeng said incoherently, "Second Senior Brother asked me to bring your frost blade back."
"Oh, I almost forgot about it," Cheng Qian took the frost blade and glanced at her, his color softened slightly, "It's just a sword, why are you crying?"
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Puddle wiped her face, only to realize that she didn't know when, she had already burst into tears, panic and grievances burst out in her heart, and she was choked up and speechless.
Cheng Qian looked up and saw Li Yun from a distance on the rockery of the villa, looking towards this side with a worried look, how could he not understand what they meant
Cheng Qian paused, bent his fingers and tapped on the forehead of the puddle, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, I won't let anything happen to him, don't worry."
Puddle opened his eyes wide and looked at him through a haze of tears.
Cheng Qian let the door open and said to her, "Go in and have a look, I just happened to find Tang Zhen on something."
Seeing that he turned around to leave, a puddle filled his head suddenly came up with a helpless sentence, and she blurted out: "Little Senior Brother, don't mess around, take care of yourself is to take care of Senior Senior Brother in charge!"
This sentence of super-level performance pinned Cheng Qian in place. He didn't know what it was like for a while in his heart. After a long time, he answered in a low voice and didn't look back.
Where there are seven emotions and six desires, there will be dire straits.
The taste of life is nothing more than that.
On the other side, Tang Zhen listened to his words carefully, as if he was shocked: "What? You are mistaken? He, a sword cultivator who has already entered the sword domain, doesn't have his own sword?"
A sword, no matter how many spells there are on the sword, no matter how many magical treasures are melted in the forging process, no matter what the soul of a powerful monster is sealed inside, in the final analysis, it is just a dead thing of ordinary iron. Can kill and chop vegetables.
Only when the blood of thousands of dead souls under the blade endows him with ferocity, the sword-wielding skills and swordsmanship endow him with sword spirit, the rhythm of the sword is born out of the essence of man, and the man and the sword are repeatedly run-in and forged, can they be considered as one. A sword that truly communicates with its master.
Other cultivators don't need it, but for a sword cultivator, his sword is too important. The attributes of the sword usually determine the type of other people's exercises, the attributes of the five elements, etc. Generally, after the sword is repaired, the first thing is to find the destined sword that belongs to you.
A sword cultivator without a sword is no different from a beast without claws—so what did Yan Zhengming rely on to get to the sword domain
Tang Zhen didn't come back for a while: "What's that handle in his hand?"
"Ordinary saber," Cheng Qian said. "When he was a child, he saved a whole house and hung it on the wall as a mural. If he broke one, he would replace it with another. Maybe the blades were temporarily opened by himself."
Yan Zhengming had just condensed at that meeting, and he had no conditions to leave Qinglong Island with his family and family. Later, he took Li Yun and Shuikeng to the world, and he had to practice swordsmanship, support his family, take care of his younger brothers and sisters, and keep following him. Sect Master Yin struggled, but one could imagine how incapable of being a clone, and there was no reliable elder around him to take care of and remind him, so this matter has been put on hold.
"I thought of countless ways yesterday," Cheng Qian said, "For Jian Xiu, the sword is the only external force I can think of, and the only medium that can communicate with his inner palace. It just so happens that my senior brother doesn't have a sword—Brother Tang , if I can find that sword, is there any hope of him going straight into the sheath?"
Tang Zhen hesitated for a while, then replied: "I really didn't think that your senior brother is unprecedented. In this case, if you can find a suitable sword, although it may not make him go further, it may be able to suppress him. In the rioting inner palace, as long as people wake up and can regulate their own breath, wounds and inner demons can be slowly nurtured."
Cheng Qian's palm suddenly soaked in a layer of sweat, sticking to the hilt of the frost blade, and it froze into a layer of fine ice in an instant. I have no clue, so I have to ask Brother Tang for advice. If it is really possible,
He almost couldn't continue, and after a long time, he said in a harsh voice: "Brother Tang please help me this time, Cheng Qian's life is yours."
"No, no," Tang Zhen quickly waved his hand and said, "but some common sense, you can ask anyone who has lived long enough, and they can tell you, don't get excited - this matter is generally not completely clueless. Yes, otherwise the sword cultivators don’t have to do anything else, just look for swords every day. Usually, sword cultivators don’t enter the Dao for no reason. The sword is the one he held in his hand when he entered the Dao, of course there are exceptions."
Cheng Qian's brows furrowed: "He is the exception. When I sent my disciples to learn swords, they used wood-shaved bladeless swords."
Tang Zhen asked, "Then where did he enter the Dao?"
The corners of Cheng Qian's eyes jumped slightly and said, "Fuyao Mountain, I can't go back."
Tang Zhen: "Who led him into the Dao?"
Cheng Qian's expression became more serious: "My master."
Tang Zhen also knew that the real person Mu Chun had already lost his mind.
Cheng Qian: "Brother Tang"
"When Jian Xiu entered the Dao, there were no more than the above three kinds of things to guide him—the sharp weapon in his hand, the spirit of heaven and earth, or the mighty sword energy," Tang Zhen shook his head and said, "Forgive me for my ignorance, I have never heard of the first In the four cases, he entered the Dao with a wooden sword, which is obviously not the first one, so his sword should be based on some kind of spiritual thing on Fuyao Mountain or a teacher."
Having said this, even Tang Zhen couldn't help but look disappointed. The chance and hope he just mentioned turned into an unattainable thing in a blink of an eye. It seemed that Yan Zhengming was destined to do so.
Tang Zhen paused, then shook his head and said, "Oh, you should still mourn."
Cheng Qian froze in place for a while, then raised the frost blade, turned around and walked out, Tang Zhen hurriedly chased after him and said, "What are you doing?"
"Go to Wangyou Valley, that's the place where my master's soul flies away." Cheng Qian said without turning his head, "If it doesn't work, I'll go to Wenya, go to White Tiger Villa, the former site of Qinglong Island, even the Xuanwu Hall, all of which may have my master. I will search for the ruins one by one."
Tang Zhen said: "What's the difference between you and the headless flies, not to mention whether your master has anything left, even if there is, what if his sword has nothing to do with your master and is only on Fuyao Mountain? Take ten thousand steps back. Say, even if you are lucky, you can really find him, with his current situation, I am afraid that his body will not last for a hundred days, how can you have time?"
Cheng Qian turned around abruptly. For a moment, Tang Zhen's breath stagnated, and a vague fear arose in his heart. He even felt that Cheng Qianren was a sword, exactly the same as the frost blade.
Cheng Qian turned his back to the light and said word by word, "I know, but who told me not to cry without seeing the coffin?"
Cheng Qian said that he would do what he said, so he went straight to see Li Yun from the guest room, and said, "When you go out to do errands, you will be back within 100 days."
Then, without waiting for Li Yun to react, the person disappeared in an instant.
Li Yun: ""
It was only at this time that he realized for the first time the feeling that the senior brother was arguing on Qinglong Island to go home.
At this moment, the puddle ran in panting: "Second Senior Brother!"
Li Yun said angrily, "What happened to you?"
"Senior brother, he is here" Shuikeng stretched out his hand and gestured between his eyebrows - Yan Zhengming's eyebrows had a long and narrow dark red mark, which was a sign that he was trapped by a demon in his heart, and Shuikeng stretched out two incoherently. He pinched his fingers and said, "Suddenly shortened!"
Short and short, beware the magic seal is an undercooked noodle
This girl is simply amazing.
Li Yun rolled his eyes and was about to reprimand when he heard Shuikang say: "I thought I had read it wrong at the time, so I said, 'Oh, senior brother, why does your inner magic mark seem to be shortened', but I just said, I I watched helplessly as the mark got shorter again, as if he could hear me!"
Cheng Qian didn't know about the chickens and dogs in the villa. In the morning of the second day, he had already arrived at Wangyou Valley day and night. This great joy and sorrow, from the discovery of hope to the lack of hope, was really exhausting. When the sword went down, Rao Shicheng Qianxiu was profound and determined, and his knees went weak for a while.
Revisiting the old place, he took a deep breath, suppressed the ups and downs, and strode into the valley - there seems to be some kind of restriction in this valley, just as the frost blade approached, it began to make a humming sound, The trembling of the sword made him almost uncontrollable, and he refused to walk into the valley, as if he was extremely afraid of something, so Cheng Qian had to get down and walk by himself.
This reminded him of the situation when he came back. Island Lord Gu sent a group of monks to look for him, but those experts did not dare to enter the valley for some reason.
Cheng Qian raised his head and saw that the Wangyou Valley looked like a piece of natural jade. From a distance, there seemed to be a hazy and secretive layer of smoke in the sunlight, not like the world.
I don't know if his original body, Ju Lingyu, was too sensitive at this time, but Cheng Qian always felt that there was an unusual aura in this valley.
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