When Cheng Qian woke up, he was already in the stone mustard seed.
Before the sun had risen to the mid-heaven, the stone mustard had turned into the kind of small courtyard that was stretched out by the Vermilion Bird Pagoda.
A hand was placed on his forehead.
Cheng Qian pulled the hand down, and when he opened his eyes, he saw himself lying on the lap of his senior brother.
Yan Zhengming's palm has several new small wounds. If you look closely, there are also the calluses left by holding the sword for a long time, which seems to be covered with old wind and frost. Now there is only a seemingly smooth back of the hand, which is still there. Pretend to be easy on your own.
Yan Zhengming let him hold it, but he didn't give a good face. He raised his eyebrows, made an impatient expression of the boss, and said, "When you wake up, get up quickly, your legs will be numb."
Cheng Qian was so soft that he had no strength, leaned on his thigh and looked at him fixedly.
Yan Zhengming was uncomfortable with his straightforward gaze, so he said, "Almost frozen into a zombie? Let's see if you try again next time"
Cheng Qian suddenly didn't know which tendon was wrong, and without saying hello, he brought his hand to his mouth and gently kissed the back of his hand.
Yan Zhengming couldn't stop scolding immediately, he was full of restraint, Xiaoxiao took a breath, and at the same time shivered slightly, crookedly managed to hold the pretense of calmness, his tongue was knotted for a while, and he felt a little "external tenderness". Rijo".
He murmured for a while, then said in a low voice, "I don't think you're seriously injured, and you still have the heart to tease the Sect Master."
When Sect Master Yan said this, his face was expressionless, and his expression was dignified and somewhat solemn, as if he could do the errand of saving the undead right away, but his voice was so gentle that he could pinch the water, and he was very serious in his seriousness.
The implication is that I wish I couldn't be molested again.
It's a pity that Cheng Qian didn't have that romantic bone. His left hand was full of sincerity, and his right hand held the romantic romance on paper, with a wooden stake in the middle.
The wooden stake didn't answer, but turned around and wrapped his arms around Yan Zhengming's waist, burying himself under his chest.
There was peace and silence in the stone mustard seeds, and Cheng Qian's mind first flashed a chaotic situation outside, what "Oath of the Ten Directions", what "listen to the universe", what the right way and the magic way, all kinds of troubles lined up in his heart The ground whizzed past and was swept away by the terribly tired Cheng Qianyi's sleeve. He thought to himself, "Never mind, I want to sleep first."
Yan Zhengming's familiar smell was mixed with a little bitter medicinal fragrance, Cheng Qian nestled in his arms, his heart was so peaceful and clear, he couldn't help thinking of the absurd dream of three poles in the sun in Fuyao Villa.
When he grew up so big, the only couples he had ever seen were peasant and village women living together, and those mortals were short-lived and noisy all day long, and they could not see any special affection. In these years, Cheng Qian was either cultivating or retreating, or he was wandering along the world, and he didn't even have time to learn how to be ignorant.
Cheng Qian could only rely on himself, groping around like a headless fly.
Yan Zhengming was caught off guard by him on the first floor, his arms were immediately dangling to one side, and he froze for a moment with nowhere to focus. He found that Cheng Qian had no intention of letting go of him, so he asked amusingly and helplessly: "What are you doing?"
Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, half-opened his eyes in a daze, and there seemed to be a faint and tired smile in his eyes, and glanced at Yan Zhengming: "Senior brother"
Yan Zhengming: ""
He was taken away half of his soul by Cheng Qian's glance, and he couldn't help holding his breath, but after waiting for a long time, he couldn't wait for Cheng Qian to say a word, and when he looked again, Cheng Qian was silent on his own.
Fell asleep
Only then did Yan Zhengming realize that he was a little excited, and he carefully put down his hands that had nowhere to put them, put one hand on Cheng Qian's waist, and wrapped the other hand over his hair scattered on his knees, muttering to himself. : "You scream and don't say anything, you are getting more and more presumptuous."
As soon as the words came out, Cheng Qian, who should have fallen asleep, suddenly opened his mouth. He said very lightly but never unequivocally: "I don't know how to treat you well, but no matter what, I will never let you down."
Yan Zhengming: ""
When he heard this, he was dumbfounded for a while, and asked sleepwalkingly, "What did you say?"
It's enough to say important things once. Cheng Qian refused to speak any more. He wrapped his arms tightly around him and tilted his head slightly. This time he was really going to sleep.
But Yan Zhengming grabbed his shoulders reluctantly, chattering: "Bong Qian, what did you say just now, tell me again!"
Cheng Qian was abruptly woken up by him several times. He was so annoyed that he thought to himself, "Noisy is dead, so let's not let people stop."
But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't open his mouth. Cheng Qian was stunned to find that one day he wouldn't have the heart to scold him.
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Cheng Qian then put a finger to his mouth, still closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a specious smile.
Yan Zhengming's eye sockets suddenly became hot, and he held his breath in his chest for a while, and then he felt a slight pain.
He was always suspecting that he did that because he had seen his inner demons, and he might not be sincere or really understand these things in order to keep him from being trapped by his inner demons.
Even if it is sincere, if he delays his cultivation in the future, will he not regret it
Until he heard this sentence, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that even if one day Xiao Qian really annoyed him and hated him, holding this sentence would be enough to support him in his long career as a monk.
What's more, Cheng Qian never promises a lot of money, and there is no one in the world who knows this better than him.
The ten-square formation at the foot of Taiyin Mountain finally became a farce.
Tang Zhen's big gossip plate didn't even know what it was made of, and it didn't break until the ten-square array was broken.
The blood oath is still there, so according to the agreement, the current situation is that the magic cultivator loses.
It's a pity that no one cares about winning or losing for a while.
The three princes exploded and died, the bone formation was broken, and the monks who breathed a sigh of relief rushed up and took down Xuan Huang, who had been at a stalemate with Tang Zhen for a long time.
After the incident, the hated people looked at each other, not knowing where to start.
It was Tian Yan that used the ancient demon-removing seal to force the major sects to come here, and fought against the demons. Although this battle was an anticlimactic, many masters were trapped in the ten-square formation, and they were rebelliously set up by Tian Yan in the middle. The bureau was mixed up, the Bone Transformation Formation was buried, and the Three Kings tended to be spies lurking in various sects against the water. More people were killed than those who died in the Ten Square Formation.
But in the end, he broke the formation with his body, and the people who released everyone from the Bone Transformation Formation were still the people from Tianyan.
The love triangle is enough to make people stumped, let alone this triangular hatred.
The bottom of Taiyin Mountain was devastated, the corpses were collected, the wounds were healed, the Nine Saints were dead, and most of the demons were injured.
According to the agreement, Han Yuan should go to Beijing with Tianyan, but Tianyan is in the middle of fighting each other and there are not many people left - Wu Changtian died, Xuanhuang was hanged up by various sects to ask for his guilt, and Youliang was taken away in despair. Wu Changtian's clothes and crown have disappeared, leaving a group of small fish and shrimps, even if there is a blood oath, no one dares to provoke him.
As a result, Han Yuan, the number one devil in the world, squatted at the door of Shijiazi in a bored manner, neither going in nor going far.
Li Yun came out of the stone mustard seeds, and stared at him for a while with a complicated mood. His raised limbs were suspended in the air for a long time, and then he sighed down - he was a little dazed, but the person in front of him was no longer the one who followed him to dig out the bird's nest. child.
When Han Yuan heard the sound, he looked back at him and said nothing.
Li Yun: "What are you going to do?"
Han Yuan thought about it calmly, and asked with a slight sarcasm, "Is it okay?"
Li Yun was speechless for a moment, and Han Yuan asked again, "Is Cheng Qian still alive?"
Li Yun: "It's just that he has lost his strength, and he will be able to adjust his breath after a while."
Han Yuan sneered and said: "Really? I think that your head Yan was so anxious, as if your wife was about to give birth."
Li Yun: ""
Han Yuan raised his head and glanced at the small courtyard made of stone mustard seeds, and saw Shuidui sitting on the wall looking at him from a distance, but he couldn't come.
It may be that there is nothing to say, or it may be that he is afraid of him.
Who made him say he was going to pump her bones
Han Yuan seemed to be laughing at himself, but also sneered cynically. Feeling that he might be a little annoying here, he turned around and walked towards the remnants of the ten-square formation.
However, Li Yun hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stopped him.
Li Yun seemed to have summoned up great courage as when he admitted that he was deliberately tricking Han Yuan into the back mountain at the side of the cave and pool, and just said: "You know that Fuyao Mountain is still closed because Master is in the palm of your hand. Are there three locks of heaven, earth and people on the door seal?"
Han Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him indifferently, as if to say, "This is an internal matter of your sect, and it has nothing to do with me."
Li Yun looked at him fixedly and said, "To open the lock, we need the true essence of the five of us—five people, including you."
When Han Yuan heard it, he was surprised at first, and then his face twitched slightly, as if he had been slapped by the person closest to him.
Li Yun lowered his voice and asked, "Xiaoyuan, is it really the secret realm of Sansheng that fell out of the sleeve of the third prince? What did you see inside?"
Han Yuan sneered: "Are you happy to see all of you dead?"
Li Yun heard the cold words that were like strangers, but didn't say a word for a while, but there was sadness on his face.
At this time, the puddle on the top of the stone mustard wall suddenly opened his mouth and said, "The Secret Realm of Sansheng is considered the way of heaven. Since ancient times, my Fuyao faction has only followed the human way, and it has nothing to do with those. Whoever believes who, uh, that, that, what?"
The last word was obviously quite indecent, and the puddle didn't dare to say it, and he faltered in the past.
Whether it's the words in front or the rude words in the back, it doesn't sound like her tone. When Han Yuan heard it, he raised his mouth slightly: "Tell Sect Master Yan for me and take care of his own business."
Said, he took a few steps, suddenly stopped again, and changed his body in a blink of an eye.
This Han Yuan even turned his head and smiled at Li Yun, then took out a slap-sized scale from his arms and said, "Second Senior Brother, please pass this to Senior Senior Brother."
Li Yun stretched out his hand to take the dragon scale that flew towards him. The dragon scale seemed to be stained with ink, and there was a slight light in the sun. Putting his hand on it, he could feel the faintly flowing real essence inside.
Han Yuan said, then strode up to the high platform of the ten-square formation, and sat down cross-legged as if there was no one else around, as if he was physically provoking the whole world - I am here, what can you do to me
Li Yun held the black dragon scales in his hands and looked at it for a while, then he waved at the shuikeng and said, "Send it to the sect master."
The puddle asked curiously, "Why don't you go?"
Li Yun unreasonably stuffed the black dragon scales into her, and said with a stern face: "Come on, can the senior brother still help you?"
Inexplicably, the puddle picked up the black dragon scale, turned in the stone mustard, and rushed in.
Who would have thought that she saw something she shouldn't have seen as soon as she entered - Cheng Qian was lying on the lap of the senior brother without any money, and his body was either bloodstained or stained, and there were burnt spots, and others would wash their hands less often. The eldest brother who was going to scream for a long time actually bent down without any hesitation and kissed him on the forehead.
One leg of the puddle was stuck on the threshold, neither entering nor retreating, holding the black dragon scale in a sworn posture, stunned.
She thought to herself, "I'm going to grow a needle, I'm going to be silenced!"
Yan Zhengming seemed to have gained the greatest support in the world. He looked up at the puddle almost calmly, and lowered his voice naturally and asked, "What's the matter?"
When the puddle met his gaze, he shuddered fiercely, and blurted out, "I won't let Li Yun go even if I'm a ghost!"
Yan Zhengming: ""
Shuikeng came back and quickly put down the black dragon scales: "Oh, no, Fourth Senior Brother asked me to bring it to you."
Yan Zhengming nodded: "Have you said what I asked you to tell him?"
"Say," Shuikeng said, "Fourth Senior Brother asked me to tell you and let you take care of your own affairs."
Yan Zhengming snorted, about what he was scolding, looked up and saw that the puddle was still staring at them both, he coughed dryly, and asked, "What are you looking at, what else do you do?"
This voice seemed to frighten the fragile heart of the puddle, she jolted, and without saying a word, she ran crawling and stumbled on the threshold before leaving.
Han Yuan sat on the ruins of the Ten Square Array for three days, but everyone still hadn't come up with a charter. The magic dragon was like a hot potato. When he arrived, no one knew what to do with him.
Han Yuan went north all the way from the southern border, and blood flowed into rivers along the way, causing a turbulent catastrophe.
If he can die in the ten square formation, it will be the best ending, but he not only refuses to die, but also survives without any damage.
This is troublesome.
Right now, the Fuyao faction avoids suspicion and refuses to speak out. Tianyan Division has made the matter so far and has no face to make a sound. The remaining two great masters of the Four Sages have always refused to show their faces, and only sent their disciples. It was a little lighter, not to mention that he was hit hard by the traitor in Tianyanchu, and he couldn't take care of himself for a while.
Tang Zhen has been healing his wounds, and other sects either have insufficient weight or refuse to offend the Fuyao faction, and no one dares to say "this person should be killed".
The situation is deadlocked.
When Fuyao sent a few people out of the stone mustard seeds, they saw that Han Yuan, who was supposed to be a prisoner, was sitting on the ten-square stage with the appearance of looking down on the world.
Yan Zhengming waved and put away Shijiazi, and the major sects immediately turned their attention to each other. In the end, Liu Lang came over and asked respectfully, "Senior Tang sent me to ask, where is the head of Yan?"
Yan Zhengming said: "After traveling abroad for many years, it is time to return to the sect. I plan to go back and open Fuyao Mountain. If Brother Tang doesn't dislike it, you might as well come and stay for a while."
The people who were eavesdropping with their ears pricked up immediately began to chat with the people next to them. A few years ago, the word "Fuyao" was still unknown. After passing through Suoxiantai and Taiyin Mountain, I am afraid that no one knows about it now. .
Even the devils in the southern border are rumored that there are special treasures in Fuyao Mountain, and of course everyone is very curious.
Unfortunately, no one dared to peep.
At this time, Rokuro asked the second question that everyone was concerned about.
Liu Lang said: "Then congratulations to Sect Master Yan, Senior Tang also asked me to ask, what position does Fu Yao have on the matter of the magic dragon?"
Yan Zhengming glanced at Tang Zhen, who was not far away, and refused to open his mouth first, and said, "This matter should be decided by Tianyan, but since they are all gone, I think it is better to let the notary, Brother Tang, talk about it? "
Tang Zhen clasped his fists from a distance, and said, "Don't dare—you guys have suffered many injuries in the Bone Transformation Formation. I think it's better to suppress this matter and let you guys repair it and report it to the major sects. On the fifteenth of next month, we will have a meeting here. Can we discuss this again?"
Said, he turned to Han Yuan again, and said indifferently: "I believe that as a person of Han Zhenren, he must be disdainful to abscond with a blood oath."
Han Yuan snorted coldly without raising his eyelids.
In the past, there was a strange comparison of the three princes who claimed to be the righteous path in the world. If Han Yuan really kept his promise and locked himself in the ten-square formation for a month, it would be quite stylish.
In addition, Taiyin Mountain is at Fuyao's feet again. Looking at Fuyao's face, the major sects may really give him an open side. Yan Zhengming is like a mirror in his heart, knowing that Tang Zhen seems to be fair, but he is actually willing to let Han Yuan go. I was relieved.
Yan Zhengming glanced at Han Yuan and said to himself, "I can't die, it's just right for this bastard to be exposed to the wind, frost and rain for a month."
So he said decisively: "Let's go."
At the foot of Taiyin Mountain, the cultivators gradually dispersed, and Tang Zhen was invited to go to the old site of Fuyao Mountain with everyone in Fuyao Mountain.
The three people in the world opened the locks, Yan Zhengming took a deep breath calmly at the foot of the mountain, and Cheng Qian gently supported his waist where no one saw him.
The star dust in the head seal changed, and the knowledge of the past dynasties overlapped, echoing the mountain from afar.
In the early years, I was living in the rivers and lakes, and I dared not mention the hometown for fear of being coveted by others. Now it has finally reappeared in the world. No one dares to come uninvited, and no one dares to insult and despise.
Over the past hundred years, Yan Zhengming has been helpless in front of the three seals that seem to never be able to be opened, he has been desperate many times, and has complained about his master countless times. It was only now that he understood the deep meaning of it.
If he hadn't thought about it, how could he have received such a heavy ancestral inheritance
With a loud bang, Fuyao Mountain opened.
A hundred years in the world, the mountains remain the same, standing tall and jumping in the mountains.
Halfway up the mountainside, the Fuyao Mountains with flying dragons and phoenixes dance in shadows, and at the foot of the mountain, you can still vaguely see Master's unknowing thatched hut that is out of tune with the surroundings.
For hundreds of years, time seemed to stand still. Nothing seems to have changed at all. Daotongyuan, who they didn't take away, stood on both sides of the mountain gate, stretched, as if he had just woken up from a short nap, and looked at the few people who left home in shock. , almost unrecognizable.
The mountain closure order dissipated with the wind, and the frozen time finally gurgled again like thawed water.
In the distance, Han Yuan sat alone in the ten-square formation, raised his head quietly, and actually burst into tears.
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