Life has no roots, and it floats like dust on the street.
Scattered and turned by the wind, this is already very physical.
Can you transcend the world by entering Xianmen
Can you do everything you want
The mighty man who turned the clouds and turned the rain is like a child, where is his soul now
What's more, they are the so-called juniors who are at a loss.
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Yan Zhengming didn't say a few words to Tong Ru, but he always had a little bit of a grudge against his master in his heart. Sometimes he couldn't help but think: If it wasn't for Tong Ru to meddle in his own business and do what he did, he wouldn't. It will attract suspicion from others and will not be involved in the secret realm of Sansheng.
Even if he enters the secret realm of Sansheng, if he is not so extreme, not so superstitious about prophets, calm down, don't be so insistent, listen to his friends' advice, or don't have so many unreasonable thoughts in his heart.
Maybe the master will not die, let alone fall into the remains of a weasel.
The Fuyao faction will not fail.
A few of them would be like the stupid disciples of the White Tiger Villa, with only a little cultivation and only a little mind. They haven't seen much of the world at first glance. When they go out to do things, they will definitely mess up. A few demon cultivators can play around.
No one calls him Sect Master, and no one calls him Senior, he is just a big senior brother who is not very good at it.
However, Yan Zhengming knows Tong Ru best. He revisited the road that Tong Ru traveled many times in the head seal. Every time he reviewed it, he would tremble for a long time, holding this head seal in his hand. He was walking on the abyss, like thin ice, he didn't dare to relax for a moment, and he always reminded himself to learn from others and never follow in the footsteps of his master.
He wants to be quiet, to be at ease, to have few desires, to be open-hearted
But at this time, Yan Zhengming heard Cheng Qian's heartbeat from behind, and all his grudges against Tong Ru suddenly disappeared.
If "non-discriminatory thoughts" can be suppressed, how can they arise
The dam he had cast in his heart for so long was like a mound of sand, precariously pretending to be so majestic that a single finger could make it fall apart. In one's life, if there is not a moment when the world is turned upside down, and the body is shattered and bones are smashed into pieces, what interest is there in the future
"What are you waiting for?" Yan Zhengming asked a voice in his heart, "Like that fool like Tong Ru, do you wait until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten and the yin and yang are separated?"
Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's hand folded in front of him, and gently pulled his arms away, in the darkness, he turned around and stared at Cheng Qian's face, restrained and asked in a low voice: "Do you know How absurd is this? Do you know that this is against the law and ethics of heaven?"
Cheng Qian did not change his expression: "Master made me feel at ease."
Yan Zhengming: "But Master didn't tell you to indulge! Indulge your emotions and desires, aren't you afraid that you will be smashed by the robbery when you ascend?"
Cheng Qian: "Then you are trapped in a demon, what kind of way do you get along?"
Yan Zhengming was speechless.
Cheng Qian looked at him and said word by word, "Senior brother, I'm not afraid of the calamity, I'm only afraid of you."
Yan Zhengming heard this, his heart rumbling, he thought: "Well, it's doomed."
He stood there for a long time, his feet seemed to take root, his heart was not in full bloom, but he added a sadness that could not be explained out of thin air.
"Xiao Qian," he struggled at last, "don't regret it in the future."
Cheng Qian sighed softly and looked at him helplessly: "Senior brother, wipe away your tears first."
"Come here." Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand and dragged Cheng Qian over, his color was too tight, and he looked a bit strangely indifferent.
He thought with such indifference: "I'm sorry Xiao Qian."
Then, he clasped the back of Cheng Qian's head, leaned over and kissed it, trying to taste it, but couldn't hold back.
Cheng Qian let out a "hmm", and tilted his head back, but was locked tightly by a pair of arms. He only felt that the whole person was enveloped by the familiar fragrance of orchids. He was a little shocked at first, passive. It was the first time he knew that he could still be like this, it was a little weird and uncomfortable, but when he realized who the person in front of him was, the strange feeling suddenly changed.
This sudden and strange intimacy made Cheng Qian's scalp and waist go numb, and his spine stiffened into a mallet. Unfamiliar restlessness grew, his throat was dry, and he swallowed involuntarily, feeling as if it was time for him to recite the Jingjing Sutra.
Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian forgetfully, and said to himself, "I'm sorry Master too."
The inner demon seal between his brows turned into pure cinnabar color unknowingly, and then a drop of blood fell into his forehead and disappeared. The head seal on his chest suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.
Yan Zhengming came back abruptly, not knowing what medicine Sect Master Yin took wrong again, he put his forehead on Cheng Qian's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "Let's go first, this is not a good place to stay."
Cheng Qian looked up and down at Yan Zhengming with a strange expression, still not in the state: "Is this all you learned from the fake Qingjing Jingjing?"
For the first time, he really felt that this virtuous senior brother seemed to know too much.
Yan Zhengming almost lost his temper and wiped the smudges and blood on Cheng Qian's sleeve: "Shut up."
I saw the white light from the head seal projected onto the ground and fell into the shape of a feather. As the white light inside flickered, the feather trembled gently, as if guiding the direction ahead.
Yan Zhengming slightly raised the glowing small seal stone in his hand, followed the feathers leading the way and chased after him, and said to Cheng Qian, "Follow up."
Cheng Qian used the white light to glance at his face, which had recovered some blood, and calmed down a little, and said, "That's right, you?"
Yan Zhengming interrupted him and said, "No! Impossible! Stop dreaming! That evil book has already been burned by me!"
Cheng Qian: "I wanted to ask you what you mean by the phrase 'Jian Xiu is one step at a time', what do you think?"
Only then did Sect Master Yan, who saves others by himself, realize that not everyone is as keen as he is to not learn well, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to turn his head back. Cultivation is heavy, murderous, and in the early stage, it focuses on forging the body and ignoring the mind. It is not obvious at first, but later on, it becomes easier to have demons. This is what my master told me when I was getting started. Realm, move your hands, sword cultivation is the first, so this road is also particularly difficult to walk, cultivation is even more difficult, and there is more pain'."
When he said this, the corners of his tight mouth finally showed a faint smile: "When I heard this, my first reaction was to beg Master to abolish my sense of anger, and I was determined not to be a sword cultivator, and I must change it. A separate way comes in."
He rarely brought up the past on his own initiative, Cheng Qian listened quietly, feeling like this was something the senior brother could say.
"Afterwards, Master scared me and said that it's okay to get rid of qi, but this process is tantamount to rolling a bed of nails and putting oil in a pan. Many people who can't get through will just kick their legs and die. Once it's over, you don't need to care where you enter the Dao." Yan Zheng Ming laughed at himself, "I actually believed his nonsense, and weighed it myself. Although practicing swordsmanship is painful, it is better than death, so I have to compromise."
Cheng Qian stared at his back, and following his voice, he couldn't help thinking of the scene when he first saw Yan Zhengming.
Rouen Township is more demonic than Qun Yaogu. He first saw Senior Brother with that demonic aura. At that time, he thought: "This person is really good-looking."
But the next moment, his thoughts became: "This person is really not a thing."
"Then you." Cheng Qian raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyebrows, "When did it start?"
Yan Zhengming was silent for a while: "I don't know."
Is it the Suzaku Tower? Or was it the former Fuyao Villa? Or on the Qinglong Island in a hundred years of separation or even when you were young and frivolous
Thinking about it like this, I feel a lot of confusion, and I can't figure it out.
Yan Zhengming glanced at Cheng Qian with mixed feelings, stretched out his hand to smooth the messy hair on his forehead, and said softly, "I don't know, don't ask."
Cheng Qian turned the topic with kindness and said, "I don't know how long we have been trapped here. How is Taiyin Mountain?"
Yan Zhengming: "Tianyan has run out of ammunition and food. Han Yuan is estimated to be at the end of the shot. No one can control who.
Cheng Qian was silent, he didn't know it clearly, but after experiencing it with his own eyes, he realized that if there wasn't Tian Yanchu's rebellion and secretly changing the formation, if they didn't happen to be involved, if it wasn't for Li Yun who happened to have a real dragon in his hand. The flag, no one can break through the battle single-handedly.
Wu Changtian set traps outside Fuyao Mountain, not just to weaken Han Yuan's combat power, it was a killing game.
Now that the Demon Slaying Array is broken, I am afraid that there is nothing in Tianyan that can stop Han Yuan's footsteps. He will go straight into the Taihang Mountains and slaughter all the monks who are trying to block his path. Then he will go north to the capital to report him and Tian The enmity between Yanchu and the mortal court—
"Tianyan's execution is more than a fool." Yan Zhengming said, "The one sitting on the dragon chair in the capital—I absolutely do not believe that he is a mortal person. He calls himself Long Live every day, and can tolerate his old age and glory with gray beards for decades, looking at his hands. Does a Tianyan in the lower district have a long history? Impossible."
Cheng Qian: "A cultivator doesn't ask about mundane things. It's a convention, and mundane trivial matters are easily distracted. If he isn't top-notch aptitude, it will definitely hinder his cultivation. How can he be an emperor and want to live forever?"
"The royal family has money, and some channels, as much as you want for exercises and medicinal herbs, but if you can't make them, you can take medicines," Yan Zhengming said, "Besides, didn't you hear what Wu Changtian meant? Tianyan must be constrained by the imperial court. What kind of people, how can they be controlled by mortals who feel that they are extremely righteous and regard human life as a must? Anyway, these people love to die, and they have nothing to do with us, but Han Yuan led the group of demons to the north, killing evil. It must be serious, will we kill him or not?"
At this moment, Yan Zhengming paused in his footsteps. He looked in one direction and saw a faint light coming from there.
The white feather that led the way entered directly following the light, and after walking for about a stick of incense in the direction of the light source, the sight suddenly became clear.
I saw a stone step jumping in front of my eyes.
The stone steps are either on the mountain or on the floor, layer by layer. But the stone steps here are nothing, the layers are drawn out of thin air, like the sky, and the end can't be seen at a glance.
Cheng Qian suddenly felt that the real essence in his body seemed to be suppressed by some unknown force, and he truly became a mortal for a while. Under the stone steps, he was as insignificant as insects and ants.
Cheng Qian: "This is"
Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "It seems that I don't regret it."
No regrets that the height of the platform is 108,000 steps. All the people who fly in the sky and escape from the ground are like mortals. They must walk up step by step. Cheng Qian first knew what it means to break the neck. Ordinary people are already afraid just by looking up. Not to mention going up in person.
Yan Zhengming tentatively took a step up the stairs, but before he stabilized, a gust of wind blew over him. He realized that when his body-protecting real essence was no longer there, the gust of wind had already approached him. Yan Zhengming hurriedly took a step back. Turning down the stone steps, Rao was agile, but one of his sleeves was still scratched.
How did Tong Ru get up there!
Both of them were horrified, Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "I thought Shizu was generally insane, but I didn't expect him to be so inconceivable!"
However, Cheng Qian remembered his few contacts with Lord Beiming. At that time, he was still young and could not see how powerful Lord Beiming was. Only at this time did he realize the gap between himself and his ancestor. .
He was entering when Yan Zhengming suddenly tapped him in the ear, and Cheng Qian woke up after a while.
"I know what you're thinking," Yan Zhengming said, "when he came out of the Sansheng Secret Realm, he was already insane. A lunatic is different from an ordinary person. You can't walk the way he walks, not necessarily because of how powerful he is. "
He lowered his head and glanced at his sleeves and said with a smile: "This is really a broken sleeve. I don't regret it very much, don't stay here anymore."
Cheng Qian put one hand down by his side, tapped the sheath of the frost blade lightly, and said as he walked, "If it were you, would you ask that piece of your wish to come true at the Don't Regret?"
Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "I really know how to ask."
If the obsession in his heart does not coincide with Tong Ru, how could his consciousness attach to Tong Ru in the head seal
If he doesn't know what it's like to go crazy, why would he forcefully mention his own cultivation on the Suo Xiantai, and just break in regardless
Of course, these words are inconvenient to mention to Cheng Qian.
Yan Zhengming, who said one thing and did another, said righteously: "Of course not, the joys and sorrows, the separation of joys and sorrows, and the lack of sunshine and sunshine are all normal conditions in the world. Since you have not yet ascended to immortality, you are still a mortal. If you know it yourself, you should I understand that since it is a mortal body, how can everything go according to one’s wishes, and when there is always power and strength, it may not necessarily be a practice if one fails to obtain it, and if everything is extreme and perfect, it will definitely not last for a long time.”
how grand
Cheng Qian heard no answer, turned his head and smiled, but was still sharply caught by Yan Zhengming.
Yan Zhengming: "What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at what you say is better than singing." Cheng Qian revealed relentlessly, "I just didn't know who was trapped in the demon and couldn't get out."
Yan Zhengming: ""
"You shut up now and I don't care about you." Yan Zhengming turned around, and two steps away, hung the second half of the unspoken sentence on the corner of his eyes and brows - "Come over and apologize."
Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment, and said in his heart, "If this temper is fueled, what will happen in the future?"
Immediately, he secretly shook his head again: "Forget it, isn't it always this virtue?"
Cheng Qian cupped his hands in a perfunctory way and said, "Yes, there are a lot of senior brothers, and you can say it as well as you sing—by the way, if this is the back mountain of Fuyao Mountain, can we go back from here?"
"Thinking too much," Sect Master Yan said like a wolf with a big tail, "Fuyao Mountain is Fuyao Mountain, and Heart Demon Valley is Heart Demon Valley. Although the two live next to each other, they are not sealed together?"
As soon as he said this, he saw that there was actually a door behind the stage. Yan Zhengming's voice got stuck for a while, and he said to himself, "This crow's mouth slaps his face as soon as he says it, won't he really be able to pass?"
The feathers that led the way in the Sect Master Yin fluttered to the door and disappeared. There was a small groove on the door, which was exactly the same as the Sect Master Seal.
Yan Zhengming tentatively untied the seal of the headmaster, carefully stuffed it into the groove, and the seams fit tightly together, as if they had grown together.
At this time, a deafening rumbling sounded, and a large stone gate with a height of ten feet showed its traces and slowly opened.
Three wooden plaques suddenly flew out of the door, engraved with the words "heaven", "earth" and "people". Yan Zhengming wanted to grab it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand to the "heaven" plaque, the other two pieces disappeared. There is a tendency to retreat, which means that only one of the three can be chosen.
"If you choose the 'Heaven' card, will you be able to ascend to the sky immediately?" Yan Zhengming said with a smile, "Do you choose?"
Cheng Qian kept silent, looked at him with a little smile, and saw Yan Zhengming muttered uncomfortably, "Don't always seduce me."
Said, he took off the "people" sign without thinking, and only heard the sound of "Kara", and the head seal automatically fell off the big stone door and went straight back to his neck. The next moment, the wooden sign Suddenly, the white light was blazing, and the surrounding Buhuitai and the strange Shimen all went away, and countless people and voices flashed through the eyes of the time, noisily.
From the completion of the word "Fuyao", the ancient stone tablet has established thousands of years of inheritance, and the nine-story building was born. , or go deep into the stone body, and then they all disappear, only the grass and trees on the side of the secluded pool, year after year, gradually become a green sea.
The sea and the mulberry fields fall under the drizzle and breeze that has not changed through the ages.
This is the way of humanity in the middle of the three poles.
The author has something to say: life has no roots, and it floats like dust on the street.
Scattered and turned by the wind, this is already very physical. — Tao Yuanming
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