When Cheng Qian returned to Fuyao Villa, he saw that the tenants in the villa were no longer working, and looked around.
The gate of the villa was overcrowded, and there was a lot of traffic. Two rows of officers and soldiers came out side by side. The stone stakes stood silently at the gate. A car was parked there. , Cheng Qian saw at a glance that it was two Pegasus of good quality.
In front of the flying carriage, there were two cultivators with good looks, all of them above Yuan, and one of them was even a young man with a unique coldness all over his body.
Even a swordsman.
There are countless people coming and going in the villa these days, all of them being handled by Li Yun. These people did not attract Cheng Qian to stop. He lifted the frost blade, and there was only one reason for the people to slowly fall - the carriage followed by a black crow. The same masked man, with a flag of Tianyanchu hanging on the car.
An older cultivator was calling for the door, speaking very politely, stating the facts and reasoning, saying that the world speaks to the common people, the gate of the villa is probably a puddle, and the stone plaque at the door is flashing with Tonghe's unique samadhi fire.
Shuideng is very good at responding to all changes without change. No matter what others say, she only has one sentence: "Please come back."
If Cheng Qian hadn't heard her voice, he might have thought it was a puppet who answered automatically.
The older cultivator looked a little helpless, the young sword cultivator next to him held the sword to his chest and said rudely, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking to them, these people hide their heads and show their tails in the mortal world, what kind of sword cultivators are inside It’s okay if the door comes, I think the people who set up the formation in this villa probably don’t have Yuan Xiuwei, they just smashed open, who can stop it?”
"Shut up." The older man frowned and stopped him. He just turned around and wanted to reprimand him. Suddenly, his eyes froze, and his hand involuntarily pressed on his long knife.
The young Jianxiu turned his gaze and saw a person standing on the top of a big tree not far away.
The man's toes gently touched the treetops, the sleeves of his robe moved with the wind, and he fluttered up like a gray flag.
All of them did not know when he came.
This person is Cheng Qian.
He lowered his eyes slightly, looking indifferent like a living person. Young Jianxiu's eyes fell on the sword in his hand that was almost covered by the fluttering sleeves, and his pupils contracted involuntarily: "Who are you?"
His voice fell, and Cheng Qian suddenly raised his eyes.
But in the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian had already floated down from the top of the tree, and he was in front of the sword cultivator. Immediately, a chill of ice and snow spread all over the place. stride.
Cheng Qian sneered without raising his eyelids: "You blocked my door and asked me who I am?"
Hearing the words, the older cultivator hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his head: "The next one is Wu Changtian, the secretary of the Tianyan Department, who came here to see the head of your sect. I don't know what this fellow Taoist is called?"
Cheng Qian was ready to sing a black face for ten thousand years, and immediately said: "What is in the Tianyan place? I don't see it!"
The words fell, and his sleeves were already thrown out. Rao was Wu Changtian who hid quickly, but his chest was still swept aside by a solitary and cold real essence. He suddenly felt half of his body froze, and he took a few steps back, ruthlessly. slammed into the carriage shaft.
Cheng Qian glanced at him coldly: "Who is your fellow Taoist?"
"You!" The young Jianxiu was furious, and immediately drew his sword and stepped forward.
The frost blade in Cheng Qian's hand turned over with a crisp sound: "Want to do it? Then someone, Cheng, is willing to accompany you."
The three words "Cheng someone" seemed to be said intentionally or unintentionally. Wu Changtian already knew who he was, so he hurriedly stopped his companion: "You Liang, step back."
Cheng Qian's mocking gaze swept across the group of black crow-like people in front of him, and suddenly showed an extremely mean smile and said, "You are here for the Demon Dragon Han Yuan?"
Wu Changtian pushed the reluctant You Liang behind him, and said with an apologetic smile: "Exactly, this person has the tendency to become a sect of all demons, and all the demons who hide their heads and show their tails are all for him to drive, if I can't unite as one. , I am afraid there will be a catastrophe in the world, then”
When Wu Changtian raised his eyes, he saw Cheng Qian's sneering gaze, and he couldn't speak for a while.
"Magic Dragon Han Yuan." Cheng Qian repeated his words lowly, and said with a smile, "Master Wu, do you know why this person is in the devil?"
Wu Changtian was stunned.
"Because when he was in his teens, he fell in love with a painting by your senior Zhou Hanzheng from Tianyan Department. Do you know what karma is?" Cheng Qian's voice was very low, as if facing this group of people, he didn't even speak. Not willing to spend too much effort, "What did the lord just say? Are you a righteous person?"
His voice suddenly turned cold, and the frost blade came out of its sheath with a choking sound, and a tidal wave of sword energy slashed through the sky, drawing an arc several meters long on the ground, and the few Tianyan cultivators who were close to him gave them all to him. This sword was swept out, and for a while, people turned their backs on their horses, so they were not embarrassed.
Cheng Qian's eyes were three points colder than Jianguang's: "Take your dog and dare to step into this line, just wait for a good baby in the next life."
At this moment, the door of the villa opened from the inside with a squeak, and came out of the puddle, pretending to be like a lady, and rushed to everyone outside: "Senior Brother Three, Senior Brother Head, please don't make trouble, hurry up. Come in here—everyone, our head has been closed for a few days, and we won’t see outsiders, so please forgive me, all of you.”
I could hear that Shuikeng was not used to talking like this. She was a wild girl with wings flying all over the mountains and fields. It was a bit reluctant to ask her to learn from people's tricks. Cheng Qian changed his mind slightly and couldn't help but sigh tone.
The sect is withering, but it is always on the cusp of the storm.
He winked at the puddle, leaving a proud back, raised his hand to seal the door of Fuyao Villa, and strode inside.
Shuideng hurriedly breathed a sigh of relief, trotted after him, and chattered: "Little Senior Brother, why did you come back so quickly? Did you find a way to wake Senior Senior Brother up? Let me tell you, the heart between his eyebrows. I don't know why the magic seal suddenly shortened a few days ago, do you think this is a good sign?"
Cheng Qian simply nodded and said, "Well, I'm going to retreat for about a hundred days. It's best not to let those people disturb me."
"Okay, I'm going to tell the second senior brother, anyway, he has a lot of ideas," Shuideng nodded again and again, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he said, "That's right, little senior brother, you don't know, the senior brother seems to be able to hear We're talking to him!"
Cheng Qian's footsteps stopped suddenly.
Shuikeng happily continued: "You said that I would chat with him more, would you, little brother, what's the matter with you?"
Cheng Qian couldn't help but think of the unscrupulous conversation between him and Tang Zhen in front of Yan Zhengming's bed, inexplicably a little guilty, he avoided the eyes of the puddle, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and coughed dryly: "It's nothing."
At the same time, Cheng Qian recalled silently for a moment in his heart. Their elder brother had not learned anything since he was a child. He was said to be sleepy when he read the scriptures when he read the scriptures. Except for the scriptures and the mind method, he had never encountered any other books. Don't think too much, do you
Under Shuideng's astonished gaze, the man who had just killed the Quartet with the frost blade suddenly showed embarrassment, his feet were like oil, and he ran away in a hurry.
The next day, Fuyao Villa seemed to be irritated by Tian Yan, who had been entangled in the previous day. The entire villa changed its defensive formation. It was originally just a mild defensive formation. It seemed that some kind of murderous thing had joined the formation, and the formation was suddenly changed to another day. On another day, there was a faint ring of murderous aura surrounding him, and it spread out unscrupulously, clearly trying to keep people from thousands of miles away.
In the villa, the servants in the outer courtyard have been cleaned out, and the frost blade hanging high in the courtyard is the eye of this formation.
Li Yun couldn't help wiping his sweat, then cupped his hands to Tang Zhen beside him and said, "It's all thanks to Brother Tang's guidance, thank you very much."
"You don't need to be too polite, Li Daoyou, I'm just lip service," Tang Zhen said as he glanced over Shuangren's sharp sword, and said with emotion, "The sword of 'not good to die' is about Only a person like Junior Brother Ling can dispatch such an unparalleled weapon."
Li Yun sighed with his hands behind his back, "I always worry that he is too paranoid and tough, and that it is easy to break if he is too rigid."
Tang Zhen smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Li also thinks too much. The cultivator fights with the gods for his life. Most of the people who are not persistent won't last long. A person like him who refuses to give up until the last moment, doesn't he have a good temperament?"
Li Yun's eyebrows were even more worried, and he said: "Cultivation is second, but I am worried that if things go wrong, brother, if something happens to him, will Xiao Qian be able to do it?"
Tang Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.
What will happen
However, Li Yun swallowed the following again.
As if he just realized that the person beside him was Tang Zhen, Li Yun hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Oh, this is too much to say, it's a trivial matter in our sect, so I won't use it to disturb Brother Tang. "
Tang Zhen said: "That doesn't matter, it's just that fellow Daoist Cheng Xiao suddenly wanted to retreat without saying a word, and he didn't know what to do—hey, fellow Daoist Li, you said that he would never imagine making a sword by himself, right? If it doesn't work, I'm afraid that the body of Sect Master Yan won't be able to last long, what will Daoyou Li plan to do then?"
Hearing this, Li Jun didn't seem to have any calculations in his heart, and in front of Tang Zhen, he presented a real useless person, his face was full of real Liu Wuzhu, and smiled bitterly: "I really don't know what to hide from Brother Tang. , the senior brother in charge is our backbone, and now that the backbone has fallen, we also sigh, it really made Brother Tang laugh."
Tang Zhen stared at his face for a moment, only to feel that among the people of the Fuyao faction, if he really made a move, this Li Yun could be said to be the softest persimmon. The two of you came and I chatted for a long time, and neither of them tried to find out the truth of the other party.
At this time, Cheng Qian, who had returned to the bamboo forest to retreat in the middle of Xiaoqing'an, was holding an unremarkable wooden sword in his hand. It was only three feet long and was terribly light.
Cheng Qianzheng mingled at the head of the bed, remembered the sentence "he can hear" in the puddle, and felt that he should say something to him, but there were too many words, so he screened it by himself, and felt that most of them might not be enough to say. Suitable.
Seeing that there was a strand of hair on his face, Cheng Qian subconsciously wanted to reach out and push it away, but he didn't know if he would also have a sense of touch, so he stopped his hand in the air improperly, and for a long time, he finally didn't dare to drop it.
In the end, Cheng Qian opened his mouth in a business-like manner, but didn't leave one, his tone seemed to be more blunt than usual: "Senior brother, Shuikeng said that you can hear me, so I'll keep it short, I may know in a few days. It may not be very comfortable to penetrate into your sword energy and inner palace, then you should try not to block me, and quickly give way, it's colder, but life is the most important thing, do you hear?"
Said in one breath, Cheng Qian seemed to have become a big task, he quickly settled down, put the wooden sword on his knees, and sat cross-legged into meditation.
There are so many people in Fuyao Villa, and Yan Zhengming can already judge who the person is by the sound of the door and footsteps.
Cheng Qian disappeared for several days before he came back. Yan Zhengming scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks and wanted to know where he went. Who would have guessed that after waiting in the inner palace for a long time, he waited for such a cold exhortation, and the demons around him gathered around him. The appearance of a hundred kinds of Cheng Qian was all split by Yan Zhengming's Yuan.
Yuan, who was asked to "stay out of the way and get in the way", thought angrily: "What a bastard junior brother!"
However, at this moment, Yan Zhengming keenly felt that his whole body seemed to be surrounded by a sword intent, which was so familiar that he could even recognize what it was with his eyes closed.
A swinging wooden sword
What is Xiao Qian going to do
Cheng Qian converged his heart very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already thrown everything aside, and his consciousness sank into his inner palace.
The wooden sword on his knees seemed to be inspired by something, and slowly rose into the air, hanging above Cheng Qian's head, and a faint stream of light suddenly swept across the unremarkable wooden sword.
Cheng Qian's Yuan held an illusionary sword technique in his inner palace. Just like the real person Mu Chun taught the sword, he walked through the first style "Pengcheng Wanli" very slowly. The wooden sword technique was the same as before. Gradually, the sword intent that matches the mood is born.
Cheng Qian practiced the first form over and over again, traversing all kinds of memories, looking for the state of mind when he first practiced swordsmanship.
He was just getting started, and he was inadvertently brought to the top of the back mountain by a puddle who could not understand human words. He was condescending. Seeing the thousands of ruins in the mountains, listening to the voices of ancestors and sects through the ages, his mind suddenly opened up, and it happened to coincide." With the word "Fu Yao", he stepped into the Taoist door one step at a time, only to feel that the mountains and rivers are long and the weather is full of beauty, and he is like a curious child, with a naive desire to chew more and more, and pick up things everywhere.
After a few days, Yuan, who was practicing Peng Cheng Wanli in the inner palace, moved faster and faster, and Yuan, who moved with Cheng's concentration, suddenly turned into his youthful appearance.
This sword intent is done!
However, the sword is alive, and the sword intent is invisible. These two have nothing to rely on. How can they be injected into the wooden sword
Cheng Qian thought about this question carefully on his way back, and finally the bachelor lived up to expectations and came up with a very brutal solution—
Just when his Yuan sword was moving like a fright in the inner palace, Peng Cheng Wanli's sword intent had already been realized to the extreme. Yuan, cut that Yuan down with his hands and swords cleanly.
At that moment, the sword intent was still in the Yuan, and it was cut off by Cheng Qian together with a part of his Yuan. He raised his hand and sent it into the wooden sword above his head. About one-fifth of the tail of the wooden sword suddenly began to shine. It was as if something had brought it to life.
However, splitting the Yuan - even if it is only a small piece, is it good
Cheng Qian only felt that his inner palace and the sea of consciousness were stirring up painfully for a while, and he swallowed it back with a sullen groan.
Cheng Qian didn't stop, the inner palace Zhongyuan changed, and once again transformed into a sword, turning to "seek up and down".
Followed by "things backfired", "prosperity and decline" - the five years of humiliation on Qinglong Island, the copper coins buried deep in the ground, the magic dragon looked at him across the sky, Gu Yanxue, who was dead and soulless , Tongru who co-exists with vegetation
In the blink of an eye, ninety-nine-eighty-one days have passed, and the last style of returning to the basics, Cheng Qian still involuntarily chose the trick of "withered wood meets spring". Sword Intent flew out of his inner palace directly through the sea of qi, and slammed into it. into the dazzling wooden sword.
A Spring Wharf is like a new cut, everything seems to wake up again, and the next year will start endlessly from the snow-covered mountains.
It's a pity that such a grand scene just passed by in a flash. In the next moment, Cheng Qian's unsparing act of courting death by cutting Yuan was finally punished. The wooden sword above his head suddenly lost its support and fell down. At the same time, he was stuck in his throat. The blood coughed out, and the wooden sword was immediately stained with blood.
In the bamboo forest, the flowers, vines, and plants used for the arty style of the Qing An Curie were all set to zero and withered in an instant.
Where the vitality is cut off, the sword becomes.
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