Cheng Qian is the kind of person who does not dare to slack off for a minute and a second, day and night. He has not lied down and slept for many years, and has a long dream, dreaming that he is not a cloud or a thunderstorm. The monk was just a poor scholar from a poor background. The rice paper was wet, and he was reluctant to throw it away. He unfolded it to hang out, and sucked the dry tip.
Yes, he should also have a plain-clothed Jingchai wife. All day long, he is either talking about him littering his things at will, or disgusting him for not changing his clothes regularly. Said: "You poor and sour tea root."
Cheng Qian replied without raising his head: "Isn't it right for you, a shrew leaning on the door frame?"
"Shrew?" The man chuckled, "Why don't you see who I am?"
Cheng Qian raised his head in a trance, and the sassy white-clothed boy bumped into his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile, a pair of peach blossom eyes full of indescribable bewitchment.
Cheng Qian's heart jumped fiercely, and he woke up suddenly, and he couldn't find Bei.
He opened his eyes for a while, and saw the moonlight outside the window, the star river was far away, there was a chill of autumn frost in the room, and someone put a thin blanket on his body at some point, he felt like he fell back into the world for a while. illusion.
With his back to him, Yan Zhengming sat lazily at the door, holding a bamboo leaf in his hand, playing an out-of-tune ditty, so as not to disturb the people.
Cheng Qianqian was confused and chaotic for a long time of silence. He was fascinated by the flute sound of his elder brother. He almost wanted to pick up the incense burner and smash it at the back of his head. The turbulence in his dream disappeared. , he coughed unbearably and said, "Can you blow it back to your own side?"
Yan Zhengming's frantic Ye Flute stopped abruptly, he didn't turn around, he just said in a very calm tone: "I've been playing here for three days, and the insects in the bamboo forest heard it, and they all ran away with their families in fright. Now, only you are deaf."
As he said that, he turned around, his face was sinking like water, his eyes were deep like a well covered in the night, and there was a fire in his voice: "Don't talk about cultivator Yuan, mortals can't sleep like this, inside that wooden sword What's so weird?"
Cheng Qian said without changing his face: "There is sword intent in it."
Yan Zhengming's eyes jumped: "Stop talking nonsense, do you think I can't detect it? That wooden sword is clearly aware!"
Cheng Qianren woke up and was still a little sleepy, but when he heard this, he was suddenly sobered up.
What carries the sword intent in the wooden sword is a part of his Yuan, has it been discovered? But he has been in a drowsiness for the past few days, and his consciousness should not move casually. Is the senior brother so keen
He stared at Yan Zhengming for a moment without blinking, not knowing whether the other party was deceiving him, so he frowned calmly and said, "Of course the wooden sword has consciousness, and the sword intent of swinging the wooden sword is like Living thing."
This time Cheng Qianmeng was right, Yan Zhengming was indeed deceiving him.
Soon, Yan Zhengming realized that he couldn't figure out the truth from Cheng Qian's half sentence, so he turned around angrily and held Cheng Qian's shoulder, raised his hand and pinched his chin - Cheng Qian's lips were white and lethargic. Three days later, he was still showing signs of fatigue, which was clearly an internal injury.
Yan Zhengming sneered: "If you don't say it, can't I see it myself?"
When his words fell, Cheng Qian felt that a ray of real energy had entered the meridians around his body along his Jianjing acupoint. His yuan was damaged, and all the real energy was automatically gathered in the inner palace to heal the wounds.
The first line of true essence drove straight in, Cheng Qian suddenly had an idea, snorted lightly, and then pretended to bend down in pain. He had never been so clever in his life.
For a person like Cheng Qian, even if the sky collapses, he doesn't necessarily blink his eyes. He has been a stubborn stubble since he was a child, so he occasionally shows a bit of pain, which makes him particularly persuasive. Li, although the performance is a little stiff, and many parts are not in place, but Yan Zhengming can't stand it and is good at scaring himself.
Sect Master Yan forgot on the spot that he was being tortured to extract a confession, and his face was so frightened that he immediately scattered his true essence, sat on the couch and embraced Cheng Qian, and asked incoherently, "What? Did I strike hard? ? That me"
Cheng Qian inadvertently developed a new trick to deal with his senior brother, and he felt that the effect exceeded expectations. It seems that although the bitter meat trick is not suitable for frequent use, it is quite useful to bluff people at critical moments, so he simply locks his arms. eyebrows, shaking his head silently.
Yan Zhengming got up suddenly: "I'll pour you a glass of water."
Cheng Qian opened his eyes a little, seized the opportunity, pressed his voice into his throat, and said half-heartedly, "Actually, I went to Wangyou Valley and saw the first-line remnant of the master left there."
Yan Zhengming was startled.
"The method of using a wooden sword to carry sword intent was taught to me by Master." Cheng Qian casually pushed two, five or six irresponsibly. Anyway, there is no proof of Master's death. "It's not my own opinion."
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Yan Zhengming was almost drowned by his own guilt, and he didn't dare to look at Cheng Qian's face. At this time, even if his younger brother said that the moon was square, he had to follow his heart and believe it.
The majesty of the Sect Master quickly cleaned the courtyard of Xiaoqing's An Residence.
Cheng Qian saw that he had sent the senior brother away in a few words, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the opportunities he had accumulated in his life were about to be used up.
Yan Zhengming wiped the tea cups on the table one by one with white silk before pouring water into them. Cheng Qian looked at his silhouette and suddenly felt a move in his heart.
Will there be any connection between the fragment of his split and his own consciousness
As soon as his mind moved, his consciousness was suddenly connected with a strange consciousness. Cheng Qian's eyes flashed, and the whole person seemed to be divided into two parts. Passing through the middle and peaceful sword wind, you can clearly see a faint black air lingering around not far away.
At this time, the cup in Yan Zhengming's hand slammed to the ground, and the cultivator felt extremely sharp. Others could feel it when they looked at him, not to mention that the inner palace was being spied on, but he didn't figure out the source for a while.
Cheng Qian immediately realized that he was getting carried away, and quickly cut off this weird connection, putting on a nonchalant expression.
Yan Zhengming frowned, waved his hands to clean up the debris on the ground, and looked around suspiciously. He didn't see anything suspicious, and he felt that he was too tight and hallucinated.
He poured another glass of water for Cheng Qian and put it on the side of the couch. After thinking about it, he said, "Don't worry about it."
Cheng Qian raised his head and looked at him, thinking about when to find out the bottom of his unwillingness to speak clearly. Yan Zhengming met his eyes, his throat tightened suddenly, and he felt an instant chaos.
He hurriedly coughed and said in a veiled tone, "You alone are the least of my worries. If something happens to Jiuquan, how can I explain it to Master?"
Cheng Qianxin said, "Do I need your explanation?"
He was inexplicably unhappy in his heart, but before the attack, he heard Yan Zhengming sigh softly, and Cheng Qian silently swallowed back the words that had been sent to his throat.
Yan Zhengming put one hand behind his back and tapped several fingers on his thumb in turn. The embarrassment still lingered. He felt that he and Cheng Qian should not be so estranged, but if he was asked to kiss him with a clear conscience. After a touch, he really couldn't do it, so he coughed dryly and said, "Take care of your breath, I'll protect you."
Said, he sat up to the door, reluctantly picked up the leaf that had just dropped on the ground, and forgot that it was dirty, and immediately put it to his mouth - but even if he forgot about cleanliness, Cheng Qian couldn't forget his " "Xianyin", feeling that if he listened to it a few more times, he would have to go crazy and die, so he quickly protested, "Don't blow it at my door!"
Yan Zhengming: ""
A worm with a black carapace on the blade slowly crawled over.
At this moment, there were footsteps not far away, Yan Zhengming was stunned, looked up and saw Tang Zhen walking over with a small porcelain bottle.
"Brother Tang." Yan Zhengming threw the blade down and got up.
"Xiaoyou Cheng is awake?" Tang Zhen said, handing over the porcelain bottle, "I can't hold my body for a long time, and I will leave tomorrow. I have been taken in these days. Tang is very grateful. This bottle of medicinal herbs can cure Internal injuries have a miraculous effect, keep it for the little friend."
Yan Zhengming hurriedly thanked him, but Tang Zhen didn't say much nonsense. He glanced at Cheng Qian in the room from a distance, nodded indifferently, and turned around and floated away.
Liu Lang was waiting at the end of the bamboo forest with a lantern. Tang Zhen took the lantern in his hand and sighed, "In addition to the great power and the great demon, the Fuyao faction is also prone to betrayal."
Liu Lang was silent, and Tang Zhen let out a low laugh, put a long sleeve in his pocket, put one hand behind him, and said, "But it's also, how boring it is to practice, if you don't get emotional, what will they do?"
As he said that, he coughed lowly twice, and Rokuro reminded: "Senior Tang, your face is getting more and more dead."
"Well," Tang Zhen wiped the corners of his mouth, "people like you and I don't have to be infatuated with anyone, it's good to survive first - I heard that Nian Xiaodao wants to stay behind and worship Master Yan. Swinging faction, don't you have this idea? I am either in retreat or preparing for the next retreat during my travels, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to instruct you on any exercises."
Liu Lang lost the skin on his face, and naturally lost his expression. It was his natural joy and anger, and he calmly replied, "I'll follow Senior Tang."
Tang Zhen waved his hand and said no more. It seemed that whether Liulang followed or not, it was no different to him. He was just a mayfly between heaven and earth, coming and going with the flow of water indefinitely. While talking, the whereabouts of the two were vague, and in a blink of an eye, they had reached the periphery of Fuyao Villa, and they disappeared after a few ups and downs, like two ghosts.
In the early morning of the next day, Yan Zhengming was covered in dew. He first opened his eyes as if he had a feeling, and looked back at Cheng Qian. Seeing that he was relatively stable, he waved to the little bamboo forest on the side and summoned a face. The dignified second junior brother: "What are you doing?"
Li Yun: "The people from Tianyan Department are here again. You didn't wake up last time, so you told me to push you away. Presumably you haven't left. They came again when they saw you break through the barrier."
"Tianyanchu?" Yan Zhengming frowned and said without thinking, "Xiaoqian said, fight it out."
Li Yun said sarcastically, "What if Xiao Qian told you to marry him?"
Yan Zhengming: ""
Li Yun sighed, "Senior brother in charge, I can't see that you are quite faint."
The word "Jun" did not come out, but Yan Zhengming quickly popped up a seal, blocking Li Yun's crow's mouth.
Li Yun couldn't utter a word, so he could only wink in frustration for a while, feeling that he was under "Senior Brother", and his life was even more miserable than that of the orphan in the reed dress, like a little cabbage that was rotten in the ground and no one cared about.
Li Yun thought angrily: "I should lead the puddle away from home and travel around the world begging for food!"
Cheng Qian heard these words, and immediately opened his eyes and said, "Senior brother, last time it was your side that was in danger, and I planned to retreat and practice swords again, so I couldn't help but drive them away. Since they waited so long, I think Let’s meet again, um, what’s the matter with you, Second Senior Brother?”
Yan Zhengming snapped his fingers to release Li Yun's restraint. Li Yun coughed and blushed, but as if he had found the confidence, he shouted to Yan Zhengming, "Did you hear me? Did you hear me!"
Yan Zhengming: "I got angry when I heard the word 'Tianyanchu', why do you want to see me?"
Cheng Qian paused, briefly recounted how he met Tong Ru and Mu Chun real people in Wangyou Valley, and finally said: "Master said that when he seduced him into the secret realm of Sansheng, he was 'the one who also suffered retribution', Although he didn't point it out, I always felt that he was talking about Tianyan, and the background of Tianyan should be much deeper than it seems."
Li Yun couldn't help frowning when he heard the cause and effect: "Is that what the ancestor of the million people said?"
Cheng Qian: "What?"
"You've been in seclusion all these years, so you may not be very aware of what's going on outside," Li Yun said, "but as far as I know, in the past two hundred years, there have been no particularly big natural and man-made disasters, even if King An rebelled a few years ago. , but also the wind is heavy and the rain is small, and it has never been to the point of bleeding and drifting. What is the explanation for the millions of lives? Is it possible?”
Cheng Qian's eyes sank: "Master's only remaining soul is still serving his sentence, and Fuyao Mountain's mountain closure order has not been opened. If Master's wish for that stone is 'the revival of the martial art', it means that it has not been realized now. , that is to say, the so-called price of millions of human lives has not yet been paid, it will be Han"
He didn't say this, the clear sky outside suddenly turned overcast, and the dark clouds in the four directions invaded like a big rag, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
Yan Zhengming stroked a finger and said, "Don't say a few words, don't talk about the secret."
Cheng Qian's eyes sank slightly, which just meant that he was right.
Yan Zhengming pondered for a moment, then got up: "Go out and meet them."
"Eldest brother," Li Yun suddenly stopped him, "If it really should be on Han Yuan"
A flash of lightning fell outside, reflecting Li Yun's face white.
Li Yun: "How do you deal with it?"
Will you risk the world to cover up him? Or do you disregard the brotherhood between birth and death when you were young, and deal with him according to the ancient rules that are almost magical
Yan Zhengming paused, pondered for a long time without speaking, and the wind from nowhere rolled up his robe sleeves - when he was posing, when he was vexatious, and when he lost his temper, he didn't look like a leader at all, only this. For a moment, his color was in a dilemma, and he was solemnly exactly the same as the ancestors on Fuyao Mountain for thousands of years.
Yan Zhengming didn't answer, just shook his head, turned and walked into the sky where the rain was coming.
As a sign of sincerity, Wu Changtian left all his subordinates outside the villa, and only brought You Liang in, with a low attitude. Shuikeng poured the tea in front of the two of them, and said, "Guests, please wait a moment. Waiting." Then he stopped talking, stepped aside, and concentrated on being a wallflower.
Although she didn't say a word, Wu Changtian was looking at her. Of course Wu Changtian could see that this girl was not a pure person, and her cultivation was not very high, but with his experience and cultivation, he could vaguely feel some kind of weight on her. The terrifying power was firmly suppressed by something.
Wu Changtian couldn't help lowering his head and looked at his perfectly trimmed nails. He thought that this Fuyao sect was once cut off from its blood, and it has been silent for a hundred years, but the inheritance is like a hair studded with thousands of tons. Although it is precarious, it has never been broken. On the contrary, it is Tianyan, which seems to be unprecedentedly strong, but the core is already rotten and unsustainable.
Who is more pathetic
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps that were deliberately heavier and slower, and You Liang's hand gripping the sword suddenly tightened, and he raised his head and stared at the sword cultivator in the Sword Domain in front of him.
Yan Zhengming's eyes swept across his face indifferently, he hardly stopped, walked slowly to the master's seat, did not take the initiative to say hello, just lowered his head and straightened his snow-white cuffs, then he did not say a word, looked up Glancing at the puddle, the puddle was well-trained, and immediately received instructions, took small steps to hold the tea, and placed the tea cup on a tray with a spell engraved on the table. The tea immediately cooled down when it touched the spell, and a thin layer of water vapor formed on the outer wall of the cup.
Yan Zhengming then took a sip, the fan in his hand tapped the wooden table next to him lightly, and said with some negligence: "Tianyanchu has never been our friend, the two of you came all the way here, it can be said that the weasel gave New Year's greetings from the rooster, what kind of Ann's kindness, let us hear it."
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