When Yan Zhengming left Fuyao Mountain, he was less than seventeen years old, and in his early twenties, he condensed the sword, and his appearance has not changed much.
Now that he has stepped into the Sword Region, his brows have not been stained with the slightest trace of the years, but his temperament and demeanor are completely different.
The two boys who guarded the gate looked at each other, and they were a little murmured in their hearts. Fuyao Mountain is a paradise where few outsiders come. The boys have never seen such a powerful person, and the master is not at home.
The two teenagers were a little trembling and hesitated for a while, but the older one took courage, stopped his companions behind him, and stepped forward.
He didn't dare to raise his eyes, bowed respectfully to the ground, and said politely, "My family's sect head only went out for a wander yesterday, and I don't know when to return. The immortals came today by accident. If you dare to ask the immortals' names, you will report them in the future."
The younger children were only twelve or thirteen years old, and Xiao Yuan's face was still childish, and he stared at them from a few steps away.
Yan Zhengming's throat choked, he wanted to say "don't you even recognize me?", but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly found that he couldn't remember the names of these two children.
He seemed to have returned to his previous life, looking across the Forgotten River for a hundred years, everything had an impression, but the shadows were not so real.
The folks say "the young and the old go back to the home", probably that's how it feels, right
Suddenly, the young Daotong blinked and said in shock, "Ah, Big Brother Garcinia, this person looks like our young master!"
Oh, yes, this child is Garcinia Yellow - Yan Zhengming suddenly remembered that these Daotong came to be the slaves of the Yan family. The palette seems to give everyone a color name. At that time, he was pampered and lawless. The people around him came and went, and he didn't take any of them to heart. He forgot the name he had given in a blink of an eye, and was extremely heartless.
I haven't heard the word "young master" for some time, and a group of people all laughed when they heard it.
Li Yun said with a smile: "Fuyao Mountain has been sealed for more than 100 years, and it's only a day and a night for you. It seems that you don't know what it will be today. Now he is not the young master, but the head of the family. I am Li Yun, and I am still remember?"
Garcinia Huang widened his eyes and stood for a while in disbelief: "A hundred years?"
His eyes swept out aimlessly, and he saw a large locust tree under Fuyao Mountain, hugging thickly and luxuriantly.
Garcinia Huang stared at the big locust tree for a while, and then suddenly murmured, "That was planted when the headmaster left. He said that when the little tree grows a few times, you will be able to come back."
Now it's like a pavilion.
Garcinia Huang stretched out his hand in vain to count for a moment, not knowing what Zi Chou Yin Mao came up with, then raised his head and tried hard to identify a familiar look on everyone's face: "You are the second, second and third uncles! Didn't the third master go up the mountain with the head the year before last? It's only so big, oh my god."
His eyes fell on the puddle, hesitating and not daring to cry.
Shuikeng said: "I am Han Tan."
Although Garcinia has some guesses, the people who have grown up after seeing this night still have some indigestion.
The younger Daotong said bluntly: "Young master is the head? What about the head of Han? And the fourth uncle, didn't you come back together?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions darkened. Garcinia yellow was clever, and he was the most observant. When he saw this situation, he immediately slapped his companions: "As long as you talk too much, go to the mountain to report and let them all Don't be lazy, young master, they are back!"
The Fuyao Mountain was completely lively, and all the living creatures left their posts without permission. They came to take a look. Who would have thought that the sun and the moon would be replaced by a new one just after taking a nap
Even the cranes in front of the hall were hovering and flying down. The cranes had spirits. Even though the appearance of the puddles was quite different, it still remembered her taste.
After rubbing against the puddle, it stretched its neck and looked down the mountain, as if thinking who would come back.
Shuikeng had the shallowest impression of Fuyao Mountain, and silently fell to the end, staring at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in the mountain, looking at it, she remembered something again, and lowered her head a little desolately.
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Someone next to her asked, "What's the matter, little girl?"
Shuideng looked up and saw that it was Tang Zhen who was a guest. She was not familiar with Tang Zhen, but in the Bone Transformation Formation, Tang Zhen saved her life from Xuan Huang's hands, so she was somewhat cordial.
She paused slightly, then forced a smile: "Senior, I'm over a hundred years old, and I'm not a little girl anymore."
Tang Zhen said, "In your Tonghe clan, if you are a hundred years old and haven't even grown your bones, how can you not be a little girl?"
When Shuideng heard the word "Tonghe", the reluctant smile on her face gradually dimmed. She sighed and whispered, "I'm not the real Tonghe."
Tang Zhen: "How do you say it?"
Although he was asking questions, Tang Zhen's expression was not surprised - this person didn't seem to be surprised by anything.
Shuikeng is not her second senior brother who has a lot of hearts and thieves, and she is not too wary of others, not to mention that Tang Zhen has a lot of connections with the Fuyao faction, so he said without any scruples: "My mother is the demon queen of the Houshan group of demon valleys, but my father is not. I'm not the Demon King, I'm the Demon Empress with a life."
Tang Zhen didn't seem to expect her to be so straightforward, and was slightly startled.
Shuikeng said again: "I heard that after I was born, I stayed in an egg for more than a hundred years. Others thought I was a dead egg. My mother put me on Linxiantai, and she died because of trespassing in Linxiantai. Now, I have never seen my father's surname, and I don't know if he is still alive. My surname is Master's, and my first name is a random name that my senior brother picked up. It's such a big name that I don't know much, and I can't hear it all year round. Several times, the seniors have been 'puddles' and 'puddles' all day long, as long as they don't want to scold me, they can't remember what my name is."
Although she was complaining, her words brought out a sense of indifference. Tang Zhen was amused by her, and the sickness on her face seemed to fade away.
Shuideng wiped his nose and said in a self-sacrificing manner: "Anyway, the second senior brother said, I'm just a mixed-haired chicken whose father doesn't want my mother, and now I'm back in Fuyao Mountain, and during the New Year's holiday, I might meet someone from the Demon Valley of the Houshan Mountain, the Demon King. I don't know how I feel when I see my living green hat."
Tang Zhen paused for a while, opened his mouth to comfort her, but before he could say anything, the puddle blinked and mocked himself: "Oh, but it's actually nothing, I heard that the demon king's heart is only as big as the tip of a needle, I'm still a I always wanted to kill me when I was an egg. Anyway, there is a senior brother in charge now, and he doesn't dare to do anything to me. If he sees me and can block it, then I will avenge myself, haha, just in case. He's so pissed off, maybe I'll be the next demon king!"
This little girl who doesn't want her mother to be hurt is quite ambitious, Tang Zhen silently swallowed back what he was about to say, and said with a smile, "That's right."
Shuideng took a few steps to the front, patted Nian Da behind the gloomy-looking man, and said, "Nephew, you can't be resurrected after death, anyway, your father is still a Yuan monk, as long as Yuan is not dead, he can be reincarnated. , I'll take you to the ninth floor, and I'll take you to the ninth floor, and there must be a way to find reincarnation!"
Nian Da looked at her with bloodshot eyes, and whispered, "Thank you little uncle."
He used to be noisy and could play two roles, but now he seems to have settled down after a great tragedy.
Nian Da looked up at Fuyao Mountain, the world's grand scene flashed through his eyes like a glimmer of light, he didn't care, he just thought silently: "Is it because I'm too useless?"
Cheng Qian turned his head back inadvertently, seeing the eyes of his cheap apprentice, and suddenly something moved in his heart.
Every young person's hard work seems to start at the moment of "I'm too useless". The world turns around, as if a whole circle has been achieved in the next generation, and the cycle begins again and again.
Yan Zhengming suddenly grabbed him from the side and whispered dissatisfiedly, "Hey, you always see what he does, why don't you look at me twice."
Cheng Qian: ""
He is now starting to regret what he said in Shijingzi, because he feels that his big brother, who is very good at getting down on a donkey, is a little bit on the nose.
After all, Fuyao Mountain is a place of purification, and it is inconvenient to sing and dance.
In the evening, Yan Zhengming just called everyone over and set up a simple banquet in the open space in front of the mission hall.
The chef was specially sent by the Yan family back then. When the food was served, the chef was still in a trance. Aren't the young master and his junior brothers still growing up on Fuyao Mountain the other day
In a blink of an eye, the bigu of the bigu, the prohibition of alcohol, the prohibition of alcohol!
During the banquet, Cheng Qian packed something and left the banquet alone.
From Fuyao Mountain to Taiyin Mountain for more than fifty miles, Yujian only took a moment.
The bloody aura that remained around the Ten Square Formation lingered, and the people had already disappeared. Some of them died and no one was buried. The corpses lay on the spot alone, waiting to become one with the heaven and the earth.
Han Yuan's entire portrait has turned into darkness.
Hearing the deliberately heavy footsteps, Han Yuan turned his head slightly, his face was dark, and he couldn't tell if it was someone else, or his inner demon who didn't know how to speak human words.
Cheng Qian took the frost blade in his hand, walked over silently, sat down beside him, and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms.
There was a little oil stain on the edge of the oiled paper, but it was still warm. Cheng Qian threw the paper bag into Han Yuan's arms, brushed off the dust on the ruins of the Ten Square Array, and sat down beside him.
Han Yuan opened it and saw that there was a packet of crystal clear pine nut candies mixed with a subtle fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
The big devil was stunned for a while, but he didn't say anything rude, and he didn't express gratitude. He just picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.
Han Yuan's cheeks were so thin that they looked like a mean look of poor life and good fortune. When a piece of sugar was put in, his cheeks bulged. His face was still stained with blood. He tasted too seriously and frowned. , with a bitter face and deep hatred, as if swallowing medicine.
He didn't stop talking, and for a moment or three, even the slag gathered together, proudly raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
Cheng Qian had a toothache next to him, so he asked, "Do you want to drink water?"
"Drink," Han Yuan said, "It killed me."
Cheng Qian squeezed a hand, and a handful of cold air condensed in the air, condensing into a pitted cup, and attracted some water and handed it to him.
Han Yuan dried up, sighed, and said, "The first sweet bite I've ever eaten in my life is pine nut candy."
Cheng Qian: "It was given by the senior brother."
Han Yuan glanced at him and said, "You gave it to me. I thought it was incredible at the time. I thought that if there was such a delicious food, the little beggars would break their heads and fight for their lives to grab it, but you gave it at will. If you don't care about me, you're too kind to me."
Cheng Qian smiled and said, "No, it's just that the senior brother was not pleasing to the eye at that time, and I was too lazy to eat his food."
Han Yuan was silent for a while, then smiled: "I think so too."
Immediately, he asked again, "Are you okay?"
Needless to say, Cheng Qian knew that he was talking about Fuyao Mountain, so he nodded lightly and said, "It's the same as before - wait until you come back and see for yourself."
Han Yuan paused, smiled strangely, and said, "Don't make fun of me, little brother, what did the master say to you before he died? 'Those who are guilty of unforgivable sins need to be cleaned up by the same sect', you can do it all. Have you eaten candy?"
Cheng Qian turned his head and looked at him fixedly: "Are you unforgivable?"
Han Yuan's color changed slightly, and in just a moment, Cheng Qian could see that the coward of Han Yuan ran away again, and the person who was talking to him became a demon.
The inner demon Han Yuan glanced at him lazily: "Tianyan has become a rat crossing the street, I think that the emperor's house is almost broken, and after all his anger, naturally some people rebel, and my anger is also out, and I feel in my heart. It’s also refreshing, whether you’re guilty or not, you have the final say.”
Cheng Qian shook his head and avoided answering. He glanced at the frosty moonlight: "I'm leaving, come back tomorrow."
"I want that milk cake tomorrow," Han Yuan touched his stomach and added, "It's too sweet, it's uncomfortable to eat, bring me another half chicken."
Cheng Qian waved his hand, and the frost blade flashed like a meteor and disappeared.
By the time he returned to Fuyao Mountain, the banquet had already ended, and Cheng Qian walked straight back to his Qingan residence, where Garcinia was waiting for him.
Seeing that he seemed a little nervous, Garcinia took two steps forward to take the sword in his hand, and said in a low voice, "The young master is here."
"Oh, I'm here to study the thoughts left by the ancestors." Sect Master Yan said clearly.
Cheng Qian glanced at the legendary offering on the stage of no regrets, and saw that there was a jug placed on it, but he didn't dismantle him, and said casually, "What did you research?"
Yan Zhengming glanced at Garcinia Cambogia who had just been transferred to Qing'an Curie.
Garcinia Huang is not young, but he is quite clever. He immediately knew that he was in the way, so he hurriedly made an excuse to run away.
Yan Zhengming: "What are you doing?"
Cheng Qian didn't answer, just smiled.
Yan Zhengming suddenly comprehended, understood, and didn't ask any further, just slapped away his hand that reached out to the jug: "Don't move, the wine is nothing to you, pour it in a glass."
Cheng Qian's eyes fell on the stone that made his wish come true. He had copied the scriptures on this stone since he was a child. He closed his eyes and could even count the pits on it silently. He put his hand on it. The light of the orchid was reflected on the stone, making the hand appear as white as jade.
Yan Zhengming said that seeing the stone was just an excuse. At this time, he stared at Cheng Qian's hand intently, took a drink one by one, and took his junior brother to drink.
Cheng Qian suddenly frowned: "Huh?"
Yan Zhengming absentmindedly said, "What?"
Cheng Qian: "I always feel that there is something flowing in this stone."
In the past, although this stone was like a pool of water, it was still stagnant water. At this time, Cheng Qian felt that the light and shadow inside it changed, as if it was moving.
Yan Zhengming heard the words, took out a small bottle from his arms, squeezed a few drops of grass juice-like water from it, spread it flat on the stone surface, and quickly condensed into a square-inch water film.
Looking through the water film, the texture of the stone seems to be magnified countless times, and the delicate stone can be clearly seen.
Cheng Qian came up and asked, "What is this? Did the second senior brother do it?"
Yan Zhengming: "Well, that's what he's used for - it's called blindfold leaf juice. Generally, no matter if there is a blindfold method, even if there are any subtle fluctuations, a few drops can be magnified to the surface."
The two waited for a while, only to see that the water film of the grass juice shop was very subdued, and there was no change for a long time.
On the contrary, when Cheng Qian approached, the airflow brought by his breath brushed over Yan Zhengming's face, making him feel a little involuntarily.
Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian's profile, remembering his origin, he leaned back on his upper body, coughed dryly, and said, "It's been so many years, maybe it's your illusion?"
Afterwards, he turned his eyes around Qinganjuli quietly: "It's still quiet here, I always feel that there is a fairy spirit in the bamboo forest behind, which is very suitable for retreat."
As soon as this statement came out, Yan Zhengming felt a little regretful. Although he meant to stay here and not leave, he didn't want to sound so anxious.
This doesn't feel like a big brother, like an apprentice.
As a senior brother, I always feel bad and shameless.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Qian didn't hear what he meant, and answered absently, "Are you going to retreat?"
Yan Zhengming: ""
This ignorant idiot.
Cheng Qian actually felt that it was very reasonable, and said: "Yes, you have been running around since you entered the sword domain, and you have no chance to retreat to consolidate your realm. Besides, when I was refining that wooden sword, I didn't understand the meaning of the sword deeply, you really should Re-refining, uh, what's wrong?"
Yan Zhengming looked at him gloomily.
Cheng Qian was inexplicable and asked, "Is it still about the wooden sword? Haven't we already figured it out?"
Not only is he incapable of understanding people, he is also very good at picking up a pot without opening it.
Yan Zhengming got up with the jug, and said angrily: "I think beautifully, whoever exposed it to you, I'll be angry when I see you, and leave."
Cheng Qian quickly went through the conversation just now in his mind, and stopped him with a flash of inspiration: "Hey, senior brother!"
Yan Zhengming was a little hopeful.
When the frost was cold and the dew was heavy and the night was quiet, Cheng Qian suddenly thought to himself, "He's here at this time, and he has nothing to do. He just said a few words and left, what does that mean?"
As soon as this thought came up, his throat became a little dry, but then he thought again: "In the middle of the night, I opened his mouth to leave him, is it abrupt or not? The senior brother is often convulsing, what if it doesn't mean that?"
He pondered it secretly, and felt a little abrupt, so the words turned a corner.
Cheng Qian said sincerely: "If you think other places are noisy, just retreat here with me, and I will protect the law for you."
Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "shut your forehead, I'm mad at me."
So he didn't say a word, and with a stride that seemed to be striding, it took him a full stick of incense to get to the door of Qing'anju, and stuck a non-existent mud on the threshold of the small courtyard.
Sect Master Yan thought very uncomfortably: "If you don't leave me, I'll have to leave."
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