The soles of Yan Zhengming's shoes were about to get stuck, and Cheng Qian was still looking at him from a distance of three steps, as if he was a little helpless and helpless.
Yan Zhengming was like this when he was a child. He disliked the stool and refused to sit, so he sat there with a displeased expression and said nothing, waiting for many maids and Daotong to try to figure out his thoughts. The two smart ones were able to react, saving his tongue.
Unfortunately, there is only Cheng Qian here, and no one is used to his fault.
Yan Zhengming struggled for a moment in his heart, and suddenly he figured it out in the "desperate situation". He turned his heart and thought, "Since he dares to say that kind of thing in the stone mustard, what can I do if I'm shameless?"
So Yan Zhengming raised his head and drank the wine in the jade pot in one breath. The wine was strong and cowardly. He turned the bow of the boat and walked in front of Cheng Qian with a dignified and calm face, and walked straight through the nest. In the courtyard of Qing'anju, he declared to Cheng Qian bluntly, "I'm not leaving today."
This change of face becomes faster than turning over a book, there is no cloudy sky.
Cheng Qian didn't react: "Huh?"
Yan Zhengming glanced at him: "Why, do you have an opinion?"
Cheng Qian had no opinion, only an attempt.
Yan Zhengming didn't see the foreign envoy and said, "Tell your little Taoist boy to give me bath water."
Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and his heart was beating wildly, and he turned around and went out in a panic.
There is a small pond in the backyard of Qing Anju, which is living water, crystal clear and sweet at the entrance. There is a purification spell at the bottom of the creek upstream of the pond, and the water in it can be drunk by the mouth.
Cheng Qian didn't disturb Garcinia, and he didn't fake his hands. He did it himself, and drew a circle of charms one by one in a rusty way to heat the water in the small pond, but for a moment, the clouds and mountains in the pond were surrounded by fog, as if wonderland.
Cheng Qian squatted by the pool and tested the water temperature himself. After working for a long time, he suddenly felt as if he had raised a cat that was not easy to serve. Although he was troublesome, he still served him happily.
Just as he was about to get up, Yan Zhengming suddenly silently walked behind Cheng Qian.
Yan Zhengming gathered up his courage with a little bit of drunkenness, and before Cheng Qian was fully up, he hugged him by the waist.
His palms were actually sweaty, and he smeared them on Cheng Qian's belt without any hesitation. At the same time, he dragged a long, languid voice, slapped his swollen face and looked like he didn't care, and said, "You This place is good, why don't you come and wash together?"
Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Senior brother, why are you trembling?"
Yan Zhengming: ""
By the pool surrounded by immortal energy, the two were speechless for a while.
Cheng Qian realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing for a while, and hurriedly tried to remedy: "No, that"
He didn't say a word, and suddenly a strong attack came from behind him. The embarrassed senior brother jumped into the pool with him directly in his arms. The water that was too warm for Cheng Qian quickly soaked his clothes and wrapped him around him. Cheng Qian was sturdy. The ground trembled, and before he had time to speak, Yan Zhengming had already pressed him to the edge of the pool, staring at him with burning eyes.
Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's face with one hand, and his fingertips lightly brushed the water-soaked face, his mind was blank for a moment, and he was so drunk that he was steamed by the hot water.
At this point, he decided to go for it and kissed him without saying a word.
The water was hot, and the palm of the senior brother was even hotter. Cheng Qian was out of breath, and involuntarily moved a few times. The result was just this movement. Yan Zhengming immediately let go of him and brought some more. Back off cautiously.
Cheng Qian wasn't much more awake than him, like a fish thrown out of the water, he gasped for a few breaths, his chest hurt a little, and looked at Shang Yan Zhengming's nervous eyes - with an unspeakable longing, but he didn't dare to cross the thunder pond. step.
Cheng Qian scratched his stomach for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, do you want to do double cultivation with me?"
Yan Zhengming was speechless, feeling that at this moment, he should turn around and run out to cry.
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"How well do you understand, and what is Shuangxiu," he roared in disbelief, "Shuangxiu is a fart! I just like you and want to be close to you, can't I?"
Cheng Qian: ""
Yan Zhengming roared, stared at him nervously again, pecked the corner of his mouth with the probe, and asked, "Will you regret it?"
The word "close" beautifully evoked the scene that Cheng Qianqian saw in the city of Zhaoyang. He didn't have a good impression of it.
This is unbearable, but it ignited the idea of outside the rules in his heart. It seems that when he was a teenager, he went to the mountain cave, passed the Heart Demon Valley, and looked down from a high place. Probe down.
Cheng Qian said: "long-winded."
With the excitement stemming from this taboo, he unlawfully tore off Yan Zhengming's wet clothes according to his impression of watching flowers on the fly. He was a little lost, and he didn't know where to start, so Cheng Qian moved. Pause, racking his brains to remember how others did it.
He suddenly regretted that he hadn't read it carefully at that time—for the first time in his life, he felt what it means to "hate a book when it's used up".
Until he was involuntarily pressed against the pool wall by the elder brother.
Yan Zhengming has been holding back for too long, he has endured it for too long, and he no longer wants to be polite to him.
From then on, someone began to call himself the master of the Qing An residence.
On the first day of Yan Zhengming's stay in Qing'an Curie, Cheng Qian rarely slept late. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw him, he felt very sweet in his heart. Although he was a little awkward, it was not a big deal. It was for this reason that Cheng Qian felt that he could do whatever he wanted.
On the third day of Yan Zhengming's stay in Qing'an Residence, Cheng Qian began to feel a little unbearable. Yan Zhengming tossed his Qing'an Residence into a state of confusion and anxiety, and he was very clingy - Sect Leader Yan was very clingy to people. Set, he is not an ordinary sticky person. He often just gives a hint at a shallow taste and asks others to stick to it immediately after receiving it, so that he can make an uncle like "Who asked me to be your senior brother? It's time to coax you". .
In case Cheng Qian didn't react, or he was too lazy to pay attention to him occasionally, he had to be prepared to be harassed for a whole day.
There is a saying that "please make it easy to send trouble", the head of Yan stayed in Qing'an for half a month, and Cheng Qian could no longer bear it and was going crazy. Thinking that he would rather face the wall next to the ice pool than chat with Nian Mingming who came to be a guest, it can be seen that in addition to his firm will, he is also happy and quiet.
The master Yan was deliberately ignored several times by him, and finally got angry: "Didn't you say that you will never lose your mind? It only took a few days to get tired of it! As expected, he has been an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf since he was a child!"
Cheng Qian felt a pain in his head: "Eldest brother, just let me live a few more years."
Sect Master Yan was so angry that he ran to the small bamboo forest to practice swordsmanship, and turned the bamboo sea of Qing Anju into a bald scoop. He wanted to walk away, but he was stunned. He rushed back and waited for Cheng Qian, who went down the mountain to see Han Yuan, to come back and reflect on himself.
The days flickered, and in the blink of an eye, the rainy season in the Fuyao Mountains area was coming, and it was non-stop all day long.
This schedule dive was about to go down the mountain, but was stopped by Yan Zhengming.
"Bring this to him." Yan Zhengming mentioned Han Yuan for the first time and threw a small bead the size of a broad bean.
Cheng Qian stretched out his hand to catch it, feeling that the tentacles of this object were cold, and the dampness of the pattering rain entangled on his body suddenly dissipated.
"I got a few water droplets that flowed out of the West Palace in the early years." Yan Zhengming said, "The fifteen appointments made by Tang Zhen are coming soon, don't let him be ashamed."
It is obvious that he is worried about it, but he always wears a disgusting image of love and death, and it is absolutely impossible.
Cheng Qian went down the mountain and hadn't seen Han Yuan, so he first met Tang Zhen near the foot of Taiyin Mountain.
Tang Zhen was a very worry-free guest. Except for the first day when he first arrived at Fuyao Mountain, he was personally led by Li Yun to travel in the mountains.
Tang Zhen held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He didn't waste his real yuan to keep out the rain. The sleeves of his robe were soaked, so he didn't care, and walked unhurriedly in the rain.
Cheng Qian let the frost blade fall to the ground and greeted, "Brother Tang."
Tang Zhen said, "Are you going to the Ten Square Array? Let's go together."
Neither of the two said much, and without the sword, they walked slowly on the clean path in the mountains. The sound of wind and rain in my ears was so fine that everything seemed to have slowed down.
Cheng Qian said: "With Brother Tang accompanying me, I don't feel that everything is in a hurry."
Tang Zhen said: "Mortal people are mediocre in their lives, and they are chased by fame, fortune, and wealth. Although cultivators have hundreds of thousands of times of time, they are still chasing their cultivation and realm behind them. They are all walking against the water between heaven and earth. One step away from the main road, so I dare not be in a hurry - I am a walking dead, I have nothing to ask for, and of course I am more leisurely than others."
These words made Cheng Qian feel a little doubtful in his heart, and he said to himself, "You don't ask for anything, what are you doing here?"
However, this doubt passed away in a flash. Cheng Qian didn't have many friends, and one counted as one. He didn't want to be suspicious of his friends, so he didn't pay much attention to it and said: "I think that taking a few steps slowly is an adjustment. If you live so leisurely every day, wouldn't you live like an old tortoise? That doesn't mean anything."
Tang Zhen smiled and changed the topic: "Seeing that the fifteenth appointment is coming soon, I don't know what your senior brother thinks? In this battle, the dragon bowed his head, Tianyan fell, the four saints declined, and the elite of Mu Lanshan If more than half of it is damaged, other small sects and sects are not worth mentioning, Fuyao Mountain may be a new force, and the major sects will be reshuffled, so you have to make plans early."
Cheng Qian smiled and said: "Our senior brother in charge has no ambition to order the world and let the four sides congratulate him. He just wants others to stop bothering him, and he is too lazy to go out. After so many years of wandering, I think he will change when he comes back. Get tougher."
Tang Zhen said: "Brother Yan is quite unique whether he is the headmaster or the sword cultivator. His willingness to go with the flow is quite in line with the true meaning of the Dao, and coupled with his outstanding qualifications, he may be able to achieve longevity in the future."
From the very beginning, the Fuyao Self-Reliance School did not demand longevity, and always regarded itself as "humanity". It was like Tong Ru, who also put the inheritance of the school before personal practice, but Tang Zhen was an outsider after all, and Cheng Qian didn't say much. He only said, "Let's borrow Brother Tang's auspicious words."
Tang Zhen said: "But if you talk about longevity, you are really blessed."
Cheng Qian: "How do you say?"
Tang Zhen said: "Cultivation and refining are sometimes the same thing, and the third prince actually has his reasons for refining himself into a bone formation. Cultivators are fighting for their lives with the sky, and their cultivation is stagnant. Turning into the true essence, the lifespan will come, but you are different, Ju Lingyu can absorb the essence of heaven and earth by nature."
Cheng Qian said indifferently: "Jade, like humans, cannot be the same as heaven and earth. When it comes to Yuan, we have the same goal. I don't feel any difference."
"There are still some," Tang Zhen said indifferently, "you forged the Juling Jade into a body, and after the calamity, you are considered a half-immortal body. If you are willing to clean up in the ice pool of Mingming Valley, there will be ice pools constantly. Provide you with the same source of real energy as your physical body, your cultivation will never stagnate, you may not necessarily ascend, but you can live forever—oh, don’t misunderstand what I’m trying to persuade you, it’s just a fact.”
Tang Zhen's speaker didn't know whether he was intentional or not. Anyway, Cheng Qian, the listener, took these words as a deaf ear, and just smiled: "I just borrowed Ju Lingyu to cover myself, and I did a good job, but I didn't really plan to become a piece. Jade."
Tang Zhen took a deep look at him, didn't say anything, just echoed: "Exactly."
Cheng Qian said: "Speaking of spiritual things, Brother Tang has a lot of knowledge. Have you ever heard of 'Listen to the Universe'?"
Tang Zhen's expression moved, and he asked back, "How do you know that 'Listen to Qiankun' is a spiritual thing? It's not someone or a method?"
Cheng Qian smiled calmly and said, "It feels like, why?"
Tang Zhen said: "Oh, that's a legend from ancient times. Some people say that you can hear the voice of the upper realm by listening to Qiankun. No one knows whether it is true or not."
Immediately, he changed his voice, exposed the topic, and said: "Really Han has gone into the devil, I am afraid that the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot escape - on the fifteenth day, I will try my best to deal with it, even if it is imprisoned and suppressed, I will try to keep him in custody. On Fuyao Mountain."
Cheng Qian could only sigh, "Thank you very much then."
Unfortunately, the idea is good, but it may not be realized.
On the fifteenth day, when the Fuyao faction arrived at Taiyin Mountain, there were already many people from the sect.
This time, the people who came here are not too expensive. All the factions went back to recuperate. Only one or two representatives were sent to express their positions. .
Cheng Qian glanced at Tang Zhen, Tang Zhen nodded and said, "Yes, that's for your faction."
Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "If they stay, should I drive the ducks to sit on the shelves?"
Without saying a word, he walked around the crowd without any hesitation. He did not care about other people's face at all. He found a corner where he would not be in the same boat as the crowd. Ling Nian Da threw Shijiazi to a small world and walked in as if there was no one else around.
Tang Zhen shook his head and asked Shang Liulang to walk to the ten-square stage. It was he who convened this gathering, and he couldn't sit on the sidelines like the Fuyao faction.
Shijiazi showed a bit of independence from the crowd, and Rokuro couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration, and said to Tang Zhen, "I hope that one day I can become a person like Sect Master Yan."
Tang Zhen tilted his head patiently, listening to him as he walked.
Liu Lang continued: "I heard from the Taoist boy on Fuyao Mountain that the head of Yan was like this when he was young. He just wanted to plant flowers and amuse birds on Fuyao Mountain. Later, he went down the mountain for a hundred years by chance. Yes, but going back to the beginning, he still does not change his original intention, and he is not moved by the world at all. I don’t care if his original intention seems very hopeless, I admire it very much.”
Tang Zhen listened and nodded expressionlessly: "It's really rare."
Immediately, however, he raised his head again and glanced at the cultivator indifferently, Tang Zhen's words contained a bit of sternness, and said, "It's a pity that he is not moved by the world, and the world may not tolerate him. Nothing will end well."
He said that without waiting for Rokuro to respond, he flicked his robe sleeves and walked to the ruins of the Ten Square Array.
Tang Zhen briefly said a few words from the scene, and then went straight to the topic and said: "Tang does not dare to make decisions without authorization, I would like to trouble you to discuss a charter today. I personally think that retribution for grievances may not be good, and death may not necessarily be able to atone for sins, what do you guys think? ?"
Before he finished speaking, an elder of White Tiger Villa took the lead and said: "Nine Saints of Nightmare Pedestrians died in the ten-square formation, and the demon dragon was detained here again. Now no one cares about the big and small demons. Saints and Demon Dragons can't bind those lawless demons, they have no one to restrain them, they are in chaos, but they are more smoky, I don't think it is better."
Han Yuan didn't cooperate at all, and interrupted him mercilessly: "Yu Xing doesn't restrain his subordinates, and if you want to blame your incompetence, you can't manage your own territory. Don't expect me to help you."
This elder didn't know Han Yuan either, but he was asked to say a few good words. It was the first time he saw such an ignorant person, and he choked for a while.
A person next to him said coldly: "Since the devil himself said so, what else do you expect? It's better to kill him cleanly."
It was Bian Xu, the head of the Xuanwu Hall, who spoke up. Bian Xu’s status and status should not come to join him in person. However, the revenge of killing his son was never shared—Bian Xiaohui had only been dead for a year, and Bian Xu’s hair and beard were already white, and it was looming. A few minutes of depression will come to the end of life.
This is also a generation of saints, and it is really embarrassing to fall to this point.
Han Yuan said tit-for-tat: "Isn't it true, let the waste and the devil die, and it is better to leave these people who are full of experience and single-mindedness in the world."
Among the stone mustard seeds, Yan Zhengming said to Li Yun, "Can you make the bastard shut up?"
Li Yun frowned: "Bian Xu? It's a bit more difficult."
Yan Zhengming: "I mean Han Yuan."
"Yes." Li Yun turned to Cheng Qian and said, "There is a big plane tree across from Han Yuan, have you seen it? Xiao Qian, you go with the little junior sister, he must shut up."
Yan Zhengming: ""
After a while, the puddle turned into a big bird, carrying Cheng Qian out of the stone mustard seed, and landed under the big sycamore tree opposite the Shifang Terrace.
Tonghe's flaming red feathers hang down, which is very conspicuous. When Han Yuan, who had been talking nonsense on Shifang Stage, saw the two of them, he was instantly silenced, and he honestly didn't say a word.
Li Yun said triumphantly: "Little Junior Brother has a tragic life, it can be said that he is full of blood and tears, but if you really count it, in fact, it was Xiao Qian's death that hit him the most. Did you find that every time his inner demon met Xiao Qian? Qianhui is weaker and there is a little junior sister, who was the best with him when she was a child, but that day he was very demonic, but he said that he would take her demon bone, and he felt a little guilty for her, and when he saw her, he would naturally restrain his inner demons."
Li Yun shook his head for a while, feeling that he was really taking the right medicine.
Yan Zhengming smashed him with a fan bone in a bad mood, and squeezed a few words from his teeth: "I didn't find it, shut up."
Li Yun was silent, feeling as if he had accidentally overturned someone's vinegar jar.
After all, Bian Xu's status is in the same position, so it's not good to lose his demeanor. In terms of quarrels, as long as Han Yuan stops, he will be alone. The hatred is hard to let go, my Xuanwutang and this person are not in the same sky, I have to kill him!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's hatred for Han Yuan was aroused for a while, and there was a lot of talk in the field.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a distance, saying: "The demon dragon is guilty and the whole world knows it, if we all have no grievances and no grudges against him, we don't have to mobilize the crowd to gather here, and these grudges don't need to be I mentioned it, I think Tang Zhenren's words make some sense, what's the point of being dead, it's better to let him live to atone for his sins."
Everyone looked at them together and saw a middle-aged man walking from a distance with a few disciples, as if his body flickered, and his fingers were already in front of him. The middle-aged man was graceful and elegant.
The elder of the White Tiger Villa who just spoke, immediately greeted him: "The villa master."
It was the owner of the White Tiger Villa.
The owner nodded, put his cuffs together, and bowed his hands to Bian Xu: "Brother Bian, long time no see."
Cheng Qian frowned and looked at the person on the top of the tree for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes - isn't this guy Ji Qianli, the old lunatic on the Lock Sendai
Why did he suddenly look like a dog!
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