When Bian Xu first saw his old friend, he was stunned for a moment, but then his mood became somewhat complicated.
His beard and hair are all white, but his old friend is still in his prime. Comparing the two, he decides between the two. A monk has several times the life of a mortal. His youth and beauty seem to be blessed by nature, but they also have a cruel side. You can show your ugliness, your cowardice, and your poor, but you can't just show your old age.
Because "old age" is not a natural law, but a sentence of "no connection to the Dao for life".
Bian Xu refused to admit that he was jealous, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He finally said nothing and nodded lightly to Ji Qianli.
Everyone was talking about it below. Rumors said that the owner of the White Tiger Villa was seriously injured in order to exorcise the demons. He has been retreating for so many years.
But now it seems that this person not only has no intention of running out of lights, but is very active.
Ji Qianli looked up at Cheng Qian on the top of the tree, smiled at him, greeted Tang Zhen from a distance, and said, "I say everyone—everyone who has grudges, think about it too, take a knife What's good about destroying Qiyuan? He lost a big scar on his head. He died a hundred times without pain. Are you willing? If I have a mortal enemy, I will definitely wish him to suffer humiliation every day, and at the same time hard Live long and strong."
As soon as the owner of the village opened his mouth, a fresh breath of shit rushed to his face. Han Yuan seemed to want to yell at this person, but he was so angry that he couldn't think of a good word for a while.
The owner of the White Tiger Villa suddenly appeared, which surprised everyone, and even Tang Zhen couldn't figure out his purpose for a while.
Tang Zhen said calmly: "The village owner's words are not unreasonable, but this real Han is too general. If you want to lock him, you must have a suitable place."
Someone asked: "Tang Zhenren, what is the right place?"
Tang Zhen Yaoyao rushed over to the person who asked the question, and said, "The affairs of the major sects are so complicated that I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of them. I'm afraid everyone else has more than enough energy. Well, when I broke the bone formation last month, I didn't know if everyone was right. Do you still have an impression of the swordsmanship of Chief Yan's cultivation?"
Of course I was impressed, I was very impressed.
How many sword cultivators in the world can cultivate the essence? How many sword cultivators can go to the sword domain
Tang Zhen smiled and said, "In my humble opinion, Fuyao Mountain is a good place."
His voice fell, and Ji Qianli, whose position was unclear, suddenly interrupted him: "I don't see it right."
Tang Zhen's eyes twitched slightly.
Ji Qianli stepped forward, glanced at Cheng Qian on the tree, and said, "The Fuyao sect is a disciple of Han Yuan. Even if the head of the Yan family is high and righteous, he won't show favoritism, isn't it equivalent to trapping others in the melon field? No? That's right, very inappropriate—isn't it, little friend Cheng Qian?"
Cheng Qian vaguely felt the dark tide in the field, but he couldn't see the reason for the situation for a while, so he didn't say a word.
At this time, someone said in his ear: "How do you know him again? How do you know such a person who is not on the stage?"
Cheng Qian turned his head and saw that his senior brother had ignored the first seat that everyone had reserved for him, and went to build a stone mustard by himself. Now the stone mustard is no longer there. monkey.
Cheng Qian: ""
Who is the one who cannot stand on the stage
"I do have a proposal." Ji Qianli got serious, walked to Tang Zhen's side and looked at Han Yuan twice.
Han Yuan always felt that this person looked at him with some kind of strange regret, and he saw goose bumps alive.
"I was traveling with my disciples a while ago, and I saw that the generation in the middle of Shu has been plagued by demons, and the people are struggling. Most of those demons' cultivation bases are sparse. Presumably everyone here is not difficult to cook, but there are many people and it's a little troublesome." Ji With a wave of his sleeve, a gray shadow flew out from his sleeve. It was actually a little girl, her whole body was gray and black, and it was blurred from the waist down. The color is blank, and there is unspeakable resentment and ghosts floating around.
Yan Zhengming whispered: "Ghost shadow?"
There was an exclamation in the ten square formation.
Tang Zhen's face seemed to have been slapped in the face. I wonder if he also recalled the days when he was a ghost, and he involuntarily took a step back.
"Not bad." Ji Qianli said, "I came here specially to tell you that the Soul Eater Lamp that disappeared for a hundred years has reappeared in the world."
This statement caused a thousand waves, and everyone exploded on the spot.
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More than a hundred years ago, Soul Eater appeared in the world, causing countless murders. The lamp holder Jiang Peng had an ominous background, but his popularity in the magic cultivator was unparalleled for a while. There was once a rumor that he had the ability to win the Beiming - and if To say that the dragon is in chaos is still something to do or not to do, and there is no bottom line for ghost repair methods.
This wave has not been settled, and the big devils are like mosquitoes after the beginning of the autumn. They can't fight unless they really fight.
Cheng Qian said in a low voice, "I saw him outside Mingming Valley and accidentally let him run away. Could it be that he has really become a Soul Eater?"
Yan Zhengming clenched his hands around his waist: "Why didn't you say it at the time?"
Cheng Qian: "At that time, I was so messed up by you that I forgot about it."
Yan Zhengming looked at him angrily, but unfortunately, Cheng Qian looked at him quietly, his big fire that day had vanished, and Sect Master Yan didn't hold back, his eyes softened involuntarily, he had to take Cheng Qian's hands Qian's face turned to the side: "Look over there, don't look at me."
The neglected puddle said dryly: "Two brothers, there is a living creature here."
Yan Zhengming glanced at her.
Puddle received the threat and turned her bird's head away sadly: "Oh, it's alright, this creature is blind."
Ji Qianli and the others whispered slowly, and then turned to Han Yuan and said, "After all, Han Yuan has been rampant among the nightmare pedestrians for several years. He has a deep understanding of the magic way. I wonder if you would like to help us this time?"
Han Yuan looked at him with a sneer.
Tang Zhen suddenly said: "The Soul Eater has not been born for a hundred years, and only a ghost is not necessarily real. According to the meaning of the village owner, isn't it equivalent to returning the magic dragon to the southern border? The village owner, the major sects In order to hunt down the dragon, a lot of incidents have been involved, and a lot of losses have been incurred.
He misinterpreted Ji Qianli's words beautifully, and the misinterpretation seemed to make sense.
Shuideng said in a low voice: "Little Senior Brother, I didn't understand, why does Senior Tang seem to want to protect Fourth Senior Brother for a while, and then he doesn't want to?"
Cheng Qian touched her head and didn't say a word, but he and Yan Zhengming both heard it - Tang Zhen wanted to protect Han Yuan, but he never agreed to let him go back to the southern border. Why
Ji Qianli said with a smile: "It's simple, why did Tang Zhenren forget it? Isn't your gossip plate with blood oath still there? Since we can set up one, we can also set up another one, not only can we make the dragon stand, We can also call in our Sect Master Yan and the others together, and let’s discuss the terms carefully—Tang Zhenren made a fifteen-year pact here last month, and Han Yuan could get away, but he sat here quietly for a month and waited. Can't you invent the function of the blood oath?"
Tang Zhen wiped away all the joy and anger on his face, tense like a wooden man.
Ji Qianli said again: "If not, do you want to go back to face the Soul Eater and thousands of ghosts? Do you want to clean up those demons who are not big, but have a lot of means?"
Bian Xu suddenly thrust a bar horizontally and asked, "Then you say, how should the blood debt be repaid?"
His tone was unceremonious, almost tit-for-tat questioning, and there was silence in the field.
Ji Qianli was silent for a while, and then said word by word, "Brother Bian, people can't be resurrected from the dead, and they fall into paranoia, which is not good for cultivation. You should feel it."
Bian Xu was stabbed in the sore spot by him, and his face twitched fiercely.
However, Han Yuan laughed and said, "I'll pay for your life."
Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and said, "Han Yuan, cultivators need to be cautious in their words and deeds. Sometimes what you say can't be taken back. You have to think about it before you say it."
Han Yuan's words were not necessarily out of his heart. He might just provoke a habitual provocation just for a moment's pleasure, but Tang Zhen's warning was not necessarily out of his mouth. Han Yuan's inner demon was trapped in "being manipulated, The words "I have no choice but to have a last resort" are the most unspeakable words to provoke generals and threats. When Tang Zhen asked such a question, he might really be able to swear by the sky to pay for his life!
Cheng Qian groaned in his heart. Although he didn't want to speculate about Tang Zhen's intentions with suspicion, he felt a little awkward in his heart.
Yan Zhengming: "Shh, it's fine, just watch."
Before he finished speaking, Han Yuan had already made an oath gesture and was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed. He seemed to be frozen in place. He opened his mouth a few times without making a sound.
Cheng Qian put the True Yuan Condensation in his eyes, and saw that Han Yuan's body seemed to be covered with a layer of water film, wrapping him tightly. ".
Sure enough, when Han Yuan was trapped on the ruins of the Ten Square Array, the eldest brother wished he could be covered with hail every day, how could he be kind enough to prepare him to avoid water droplets
Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, "That's the 'oath-avoidance bead'. Put it on your body for an hour, and you can't make an oath for three days - I'm afraid he will talk nonsense."
This kind of weird and useless thing is Li Yun's masterpiece.
Yan Zhengming frowned and said to himself, "What happened to Tang Zhen? Did you take the wrong medicine?"
After such an interruption, Ji Qianli finally seized the opportunity and said to Bian Xu: "Your Xuanwu Hall is located in the extreme northern icefield, separated from the southern border by 108,000 kilometers, so naturally there is nothing to worry about, but I don't know that the Xuanwu Hall is in charge of the turmoil in the Central Plains. ?"
While he was talking, he raised his hand and pointed at the little ghost figure in the air. The ghost figure was agitated by his strength and rushed forward. Several monks who were close hurriedly got up to dodge.
The old man of the White Tiger Villa, either did not show up, and it was so tricky to show up.
But no one dared to say this in person, it was one of the Four Saints.
Ji Qianli said loudly: "I said the blood oath is as follows, first, to arrest the Central Plains for the chaotic demon repair and the soul-devouring lamp, the dragon must do everything it can, otherwise it will make a tenfold backlash, and second, seize the devourer After the soul lamp, the demon dragon must be restrained in the southern border, guarding the entrance for life, and never leave the southern border for half a step, otherwise he will be attacked ten times; A five-hundred-year prison sentence, unless the death and longevity cannot be interrupted, will be met with tenfold backlash; fourth, the demon dragon must not indiscriminately kill innocent people, refine magic weapons, accept apprentices, or grant karma, otherwise it will be thundered by the sky. Chop, you can't die."
He waved his hand, and the gossip plate, which had witnessed the blood oath once, flew straight into his palm. Ji Qianli glanced at the surroundings with a smile, and said, "I mentioned the blood oath, and the magic dragon is from the Fuyao faction. Please take the sect head Yan on behalf of the sect and make a vow with me, if anyone is favoritism towards the demon dragon in the future, whose sect will be weakened and his bloodline will be cut off - you must have no opinion, right?"
Everyone didn't dare to say anything, but they were stunned by his series of "ten times backlash" and "struck by thunder".
Ji Qianli took the lead in forcing a drop of blood from his fingertips and sank straight into the tray, then stretched out his hand to hold it, and the tray flew straight towards the big plane tree.
Everyone held their breath for a while, only to see the gossip disk hovering around the dense canopy of the plane tree for a long time, and suddenly caught by a hand, Yan Zhengming, who was hidden in the canopy, pushed aside the branches and took a deep look at Ji Qianli on the high platform. A drop of blood was dropped on the gossip plate - Fuyao sent an oath.
Tang Zhen saw the gossip pan flying towards Han Yuan, and was about to reach out to stop him: "Sect Master Yan should think about it carefully."
But he didn't say anything, the gossip plate had already bypassed Han Yuan.
The moment Fuyao sent the oath, Han Yuan had the oath sign on his body.
Han Yuan stared at the sign, and the whole person was stunned.
This
For a long time, the head senior brother did not expel him from the division, and he was still a man of Fuyao!
At this time, Han Yuan did not feel any resentment at being forced to take the oath. He suddenly looked up at Yan Zhengming in the canopy, his lips trembled slightly, and he was speechless.
Tang Zhen's face changed - the blood oath had been made.
Cheng Qian sighed inwardly, and his heart was empty and calm.
For his own personal vendetta, Han Yuan has ruined the lives of the world. It is impossible to expose the past like no one else. If he made a huge mistake, he would have to pay a huge price, and no one could protect him.
Otherwise, let alone those hostile creditors who do not agree, even the karma of heaven will not sit idly by.
Allowing him to live to atone for his sins is already an open side. Whether it is locked in Fuyao Mountain or making him guard the southern border, it is already the best result.
The positions of Fuyao Mountain and White Tiger Villa have been decided, and the others have no idea what to say, so they stepped forward and added their testimony on the blood oath plate.
After sunset, the matter settled.
When everyone was about to leave, Ji Qianli put aside the apprentices of the villa and walked over to Cheng Qian. He looked at Cheng Qian up and down and said, "Long time no see, there is progress and a future."
Cheng Qian: "Master Ji."
"Ji Qianli" smiled and said, "I don't call it 'several thousand miles', I was teasing you last time - don't blame me for locking up your junior brother?"
The name of the owner of the White Tiger Villa is Shang Wannian, and everyone knows it except for a few people who don't hear anything outside the window—such as Cheng Qian.
Cheng Qian lowered his head slightly: "How dare you."
The owner of Shang Zhuang glanced at him and smiled: "The water is muddy, and naturally some people want to fish, and the map is poor, and naturally some people want to find a dagger. I think the sky is going to change, you have to be careful."
When he said this, he looked down at the place where the blood oath mark on his hand was hidden, and smiled slyly: "But then it has nothing to do with us old guys."
Cheng Qian was taken aback.
Shang Wannian brought a bit of familiar madness again, and he hummed in a singing voice: "After I die, who cares about the flood."
Said, Shang Wannian suddenly stepped forward and almost collided with Cheng Qian. He grabbed Cheng Qian's chest and his bottomless eyes, like two gloomy black wells, watched without blinking. Cheng Qian.
Then, a piece of knowledge entered Cheng Qian's eyebrows.
Cheng Qian heard his knowledge and said: "I heard that Qiankun was disguised as a piece of spiritual jade in the early years and flowed into the rivers and lakes. No one should recognize it, and I don't know why it fell into your hands. Since it is destiny, don't let it go. Anyone who knows that listening to the universe is in your hands, remember."
His posture was too ambiguous, and the next moment, a hand came in out of thin air, pulled Cheng Qian back, and gently pushed Shang Wannian away.
Yan Zhengming retracted his claws, straightened his sleeves as if nothing had happened, and said expressionlessly, "Hello, Zhuangzhu, please respect yourself."
Cheng Qian: ""
That is to say, the inexplicable ear on the back of his hand is really "listening to the universe", Cheng Qian frowned, he really didn't tell anyone, but he mentioned it to Tang Zhen once that day, would Tang Zhen suspect anything
Cheng Qian didn't have many friends, and Tang Zhen was one of them. When he asked him to speculate about his former friends like this, he suddenly felt like a pool of cold and sticky mud was pressing on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.
Cheng Qian: "The owner stays behind"
He was about to ask what "Listen to Qiankun" was, when Shang Wannian took two steps back, raised a finger to his mouth, and gave him a "silence" gesture.
Then, the old madman pointed to his eyes, pointed to his ears, and finally pointed to his mouth, and shook his head three times in a row—don't look, don't listen, don't speak.
He lowered his head, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, turned his hands behind his back, strode towards Han Yuan, and said, "That little friend Han, you can come down from the ten-square formation, I won't invite you today. Zi Lai, I will follow you back to Fuyao Mountain for a temporary stay. We will leave in two days. You and I will go down to the middle of Shu and return to the southern border. Alas, don't hold your face. Since this matter started because of you, I will let you clean up now. Justified."
Yan Zhengming's eyebrows almost flew off his face, and he muttered gloomily, "Uninvited guest, do I agree?"
Shang Wannian's "hahaha" laughter came from a distance, just in response to his words.
Yan Zhengming sternly came down, glanced at Cheng Qian, who was worried, and Puddle, who was not in state, grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist, and said sternly, "Go."
Shuideng followed reluctantly, looking quite beautiful, and said happily, "Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, can you go home now?"
Yan Zhengming was too lazy to care about her, and asked Cheng Qian in a low voice, "What does Tang Zhen mean? Xiao Qian, has he mentioned it to you?"
Cheng Qian frowned, and the boss had a lump in his heart: "He told me that he wanted to save Han Yuan and detain him on Fuyao Mountain."
Puddle: "Isn't that good?"
"What a shit, he means this," Yan Zhengming said, "Did you not hear it? He also means 'If this person can't stay on Fuyao Mountain, he will kill the insurance'."
Cheng Qian's hand swept over the scabbard of the frost blade, and until the last moment when the evidence was conclusive and the truth was revealed, he was willing to forgive Tang Zhen for all his concealment, and did not want to suspect anything about him.
Although the friendship between gentlemen is not very close, they must have a minimum trust, but at this time he has to admit that the senior brother is right.
Cheng Qian said: "They are going to find Soul Eater, I will go with them."
Puddle: "I'm going too!"
"No," Yan Zhengming vetoed, "As soon as you leave my sight, you will specify that something will happen."
"As for you—" He glanced at the puddle and scolded bluntly, "What the hell, shut your beak!"
Cheng Qian wanted to say something else, but Yan Zhengming interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "No need to say any more, I'll chat with that Shang Wannian tomorrow, and feel the situation. Is that old thing really the Four Saints? Why is he a little crazy?"
The big brother is very discerning in picking people's faults, and he can always grasp the key points.
That night, Cheng Qian didn't sleep, finally got rid of Yan Zhengming's entanglement, and meditated in the quiet courtyard of Qing'an residence.
But he couldn't calm down suddenly, he always felt that something was going to happen.
Suddenly, the courtyard door of Qing'anju was pushed open with force, Cheng Qian opened his eyes, and Li Yun stood at the door with a sullen face: "Where's the big brother?"
Cheng Qian: "What?"
Li Jun: "The owner of Shang Zhuang in White Tiger Villa is dead."
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