Cheng Qian looked at Yan Zhengming's face carefully, and defended: "I have a sense of what to do, I won't go deep into the secret realm, and I won't touch anything inside. I just want to find the traces of the soul-devouring lamp back then."
Yan Zhengming interrupted him slowly: "Master Tong Ru said that he may not be able to get out of his body when he goes there. Now you feel that you are better than him, and you can almost go to heaven, right?"
Cheng Qian: ""
Yan Zhengming: "And that Tang Zhen, who was a human when he went, but came back a hundred years later and became a ghost. You think you are more cautious and more knowledgeable than him, right?"
Cheng Qian had a headache and said, "Senior brother, you should just talk about things, don't be so yin and yang."
"Okay," Yan Zhengming stopped his yin and yang anger and said decisively, "That won't work."
Cheng Qian didn't choke with him, just shut his mouth and waited silently.
Millions of resentful souls sacrificed to the spirit stone, in the final analysis, it was because of Tongru.
Later, after lingering on for many years, Jiang Peng, who secretly refined the Soul Eater, was a nominal disciple of Fuyao.
Bloody vows that after catching the Soul Eater Lantern, Han Yuan, the magic dragon who guards the southern border for life, is also a disciple of Fuyao.
Three generations up and down, they can't get rid of their relationship, and they can't stay out of the situation.
Cheng Qian doesn't need to talk about these things in his own words, Yan Zhengming naturally knows it in his heart.
Sure enough, after a while, Yan Zhengming abruptly got up, and walked around the house like a donkey for a few laps, complaining, "I knew this school was so troublesome, I shouldn't have taken Master's palm from you when I died. door seal."
Cheng Qian knew that the tone in his heart had turned around, and he let him get angry without saying a word.
When Yan Zhengming saw that no one answered, he took the initiative to ask for trouble: "Are you dumb? Speak!"
. .
"I uh," Cheng Qian thought about it and asked, "Would you like to warm your bed today?"
Yan Zhengming was furious when he heard this: "I'm talking to you about business, what are you thinking about in your head? What a formality!"
Seeing his reaction, Cheng Qian felt like he was a disciple who had just molested a woman from a good family, so he rubbed his nose in embarrassment.
Yan Zhengming: "Go, go, get out!"
Cheng Qian walked out silently.
"Stop," Yan Zhengming was so annoyed that he didn't say anything. He hesitated for a while between face and benefit, and then he flatly avoided the falsehood and said shamelessly, "Who told you to get out?"
Cheng Qian: ""
Rao is because he asked the senior brother in charge, and also felt that this product was too difficult to serve.
"It's not impossible, but I want to go with you." Yan Zhengming coughed lightly, turned slightly serious, and said, "In a few days, Han Yuan will go south with the White Tiger Villa and their group, and Li Yun and your cheap apprentice will stay in the water hole. Watch the house."
"It's not right," Cheng Qian said, "I thought that everything would become a stone on Fuyao Mountain. If you really left, Second Senior Brother and the others may not be able to hold it."
Yan Zhengming frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "Then seal the mountain again, and let Li Yun and the others go on behalf of the sect and those demon slayers, and we will be counted."
Cheng Qian was thinking about the unknown problems left in his soul, and he didn't dare to talk to Yan Zhengming about this for the time being. He wanted to act alone, and he also had this consideration - the consequences of the painting of the soul that fell on Han Yuan a hundred years ago were too tragic. He was bitten by a snake once, and he was afraid of the rope for ten years.
Cheng Qian thought for a while, then went around the corner to find an excuse: "This has to be considered in the long run. The blood oath was initiated by Shang Wannian, and now that he is dead, the new owner of the White Tiger Villa still doesn't know his name, although he has the blood oath in hand. , but those disciples may not be able to control Han Yuan, and Bian Xu left again in anger. Besides, looking at his appearance, he knew that his cultivation had stagnated. I am afraid that it will not be a few years. Now there is no one who speaks in the Central Plains. In this mess, you still have to seal the mountain and go to the north with me, maybe"
Yan Zhengming stared at him silently.
Cheng Qian said calmly: "Maybe even if I have no opinion, others may not agree."
"Cheng Qian," Yan Zhengming sneered, "don't think I don't know what you're thinking through the clothes and human skin."
Cheng Qian: ""
His patience with kind words finally came to an end, and he frowned: "I'm just running errands, are you going to stick with me for the rest of my life?"
"That's right," Yan Zhengming said, "I just want to put you under house arrest on Fuyao Mountain for the rest of your life, what else do you want to say? 'There is a time to let loose in prison' right? Yes, you can let loose in prison, but you can't— Well, that's what I thought, do you regret it now?"
Cheng Qian and him had been arguing since childhood, and they knew very well about this person's unreasonable, rambunctious and other characteristics. He was a little annoyed and was about to open his mouth to fight, but suddenly found Yan Zhengming's lips trembling slightly, and he could barely see the blood. The sharp voice seemed to contain deeply buried pain, vaguely old scars, hidden at the bottom by the sharp voice.
Cheng Qian's words reached his lips, and suddenly he couldn't go on.
He involuntarily held his hand that had hidden Ting Qiankun and thought, "Can I trust this thing?"
Cheng Qian was silent for too long, which made Yan Zhengming almost a little scared.
The words blurted out without thinking. Yan Zhengming couldn't tell whether it was the truth or the angry words, but it didn't prevent him from regretting it. At this time, his mind was blank for a while, and he couldn't figure out how to get it back. come to me"
"Okay." Cheng Qian suddenly said, "If you really want to follow, let's go together, but I'm afraid you have to hurry back."
Yan Zhengming looked at him blankly, but he didn't come back.
Cheng Qian's anger was completely vented, he sighed, and waved at Yan Zhengming: "Okay, don't be stunned, come here."
Sect Master Yan, who had just been so aggressive and wanted to bite, was completely subdued, and he followed him into the inner room with a low eyebrow.
The next day, Yan Zhengming announced his "sloppy" decision refreshingly, but Li Yun was bitter.
Li Yun didn't expect that when he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, there were so many things happening all the time, and he was almost overwhelmed by the stories that could be written all together.
He looked blankly at his senior brother: "So?"
Yan Zhengming said: "You bring Nian Da and Shuikeng, look after Han Yuan for me, and go with them. We will come back to join you in ten days and a half at most."
Li Yun sneered and said: "Yes, I want to take my apprentice, watch the child, intimidate a junior brother who is too cruel to be beaten, but also hold the face of the sect, and help with the matter of eliminating demons and defending the road—Senior brother, may I have any questions? Three heads and six arms?"
Yan Zhengming said: "Hey, you entered the Dao with a series of nine links, you have a clever mind, and you have always been able to do it very well. I believe this can't be difficult for you."
At this time, don't dislike his low cultivation base and do not do the right job! Li Yun wanted to slap this false praise back on the face of the head senior brother, he roared: "Fuck, whoever likes to do it, I'll quit it! You can just expel me from the master's door!"
Li Yun, who has lived in dire straits all the year round, often has to roar in protest. Yan Zhengming has long been used to it. He ignores him and turns to the puddle. Sloppy, no essence.
"Little Junior Sister, come with me." Yan Zhengming said.
This was the first time Yan Zhengming took the initiative to go out since he was living in Qing'an. He directly led the puddle to the unknown hall.
The shabby thatched hut where Mu Chun lived in is still the same as it was in the past. Daoists come to clean it every day, and the yard is very clean. Puddle gave him a bewildered look, not knowing what that meant.
Yan Zhengming pointed at the three-legged broken wooden table and said: "Under the table is engraved the door rules of my Fuyao School. When your brothers entered the school, everyone had more than forty-nine times. As for these door rules, do you need to abide by them? , you can figure it out for yourself, the rules such as not entering the cave on the 15th day of the new year are for children who have just started to read, you can copy it twice, don't take it too seriously."
When he said this, he paused slightly, cleared his throat and said sternly: "I sent the disciples to enter the entrance, and the master should bring them to the unknown hall and give the precepts in person. Although you have entered the entrance for a hundred years, you have never gone through this step. Now Master is gone, so I, as a senior brother, have to take over—"
Puddle's eyes widened.
Yan Zhengming lowered his eyes and looked at her, and said, "You are cheerful, but you don't lose your sense of proportion. You don't think too much about everything, and you don't overdo it. This is very good. A daydream, cultivation will go to a higher level.”
I heard that even when the master gave the precepts, he was first scolded, and then gave the precepts. Shuikeng didn't expect the senior senior brother to evaluate her so highly, and he was a bit at a loss for a while.
Yan Zhengming said: "I asked you to pass on the message to your fourth senior brother, 'Fuyao has been humane since ancient times, and he doesn't have to obey the destiny,' of course, it doesn't need to be born. You should have been born with blood, but you didn't. But he has grown to such a large size, and Master Tong Ru wanted to change the fate of his sect and his master. Now, it seems that all of them have failed. He only helped you unintentionally and sent you to the present day. At this point, it can be seen that some things do not need to be overly attached - I will give you the word 'natural' today as a precept. I hope that in the future, whether you are a powerful person who can make the monsters bow your head, or only a small incompetent in the sect Disciple, you are all calm about your own origins, you don’t have to be proud of yourself, and you don’t have to suffer yourself. Three thousand avenues, if you are clear and accessible enough, you will be able to return home one day, remember?”
He was seldom so serious, and the puddle had an illusion for a while. She felt that the head senior brother was like an immortal ridge, always inconspicuously supported in the depths of Fuyao Mountain, usually covered by flowers, weeds, ice, snow and mud. Only when it is extremely accidental, will the hardness and quietness of the sword be revealed.
Shuikeng was brought up by the senior brothers. Compared with the ambiguous attitude and refusal to recognize her biological father, the senior senior brother was more like her father.
Her nose suddenly soured, and with a muffled "um", she said in a stern voice, "Yes, thank you, brother."
Unfortunately, before she was moved, she saw Yan Zhengming let out a long sigh of relief, and said with disgust and briskness, "I have dealt with you. I'm going to have a family and you'll clean up the ignorant hall later, I just happen to be away in two days, you follow Li Yun to copy the door rules, and don't rush out to cause trouble."
Puddle: ""
Okay, the goodness of the big brother is always just a glimpse, and the ugly face has a long history.
In this way, Yan Zhengming re-sealed Fuyao Mountain, which had reappeared in the world for a few days, and everyone was ready to go their separate ways again.
Han Yuan calmly watched the mountain gradually disappear into the secret realm, and tried to put the scenery in his mind as much as possible, because he knew that he would never come back.
"Let's go," Yan Zhengming said to them, "see you in Shu in a month."
Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming galloped all the way with their swords, without stopping for a moment on the way, they reached the extreme north in one day and one night.
When Da Neng crossed the border, he touched the warning wind chimes in the sky above Xuanwu Hall. The disciples who guarded the gate came out to check on that day, but they saw no one. They only saw a light and narrow trace of frost left in the sky, which disappeared in the air in a blink of an eye.
After passing the Xuanwu Hall and further north, there is a large ice field with no traces.
After flying over the Arctic Icefield and the Great Abyss for three full days, the weather was getting colder and colder, and Cheng Qian had the illusion that he had returned to the Mingming Valley Ice Pool. However, there is only one corner of the ice pool after all, far less than the vast indifference of the Great Icefield and its equal coldness to all things. It seems that all hope and life will end here.
Three days later, the ice and snow came to an end, and a vast ocean suddenly rushed into the field of vision - the two finally reached the sea of Northern Underworld.
Yan Zhengming shook out the stone mustard seeds from his sleeves, and the stone mustard seeds fell into the stagnant sea water and turned into a huge ship like a mountain. It was unmanned and sailed on its own. Gentle Township is a specification.
Cheng Qian looked at the boat inside and out, not knowing what to say about him.
Yan Zhengming: "What are you looking for?"
"Geisha," Cheng Qianmu made fun of him, "I always feel that Yingge Yanyu can be heard in this place in the next moment. When you sing it, what is the name of the one you said?"
"Fuck you, this damn place is freezing to death," the head Yan, dressed in a soft brocade robe, complained insincerely, holding a folding fan, "It's all you who are looking for trouble!"
Cheng Qian: ""
Sect Master Yan leaned to one side on the soft couch and said in a arrogant manner, "Don't come here and hammer my legs!"
Cheng Qian habitually ignored his vexatiousness, leaning on the mast and looking out to the sea.
It was clearly noon at this time, but there was not a single light on the sea. It was like a dark ink, which was indescribable even in the deepest mountain abyss. The sky was also gloomy. It was calm, like a dead place.
Compared with the many reefs and the undulating East China Sea, it is like a noisy river ditch.
No one knows how deep the Sea of Beiming is. When Cheng Qian looked down from the sea, he couldn't help but re-emerge in his heart the same feeling he had when he was looking at the Heart Demon Valley from the back mountain when he was young. More and more want to find out.
"Who deserves the name Guan Beiming? Those are all short-sighted mortals who are arrogant."
Cheng Qian suddenly remembered Tong Ru's words. At first, he thought that the master was cynical and self-deprecating. Until then, Cheng Qian was really convinced.
When the real night fell, the wind began to pass over the sea, and when it whimpered, it seemed like thousands of ghosts were circling. The ship transformed into stone mustard seeds was hundreds of feet high.
Cheng Qian unknowingly stayed on the side of the boat silently for a whole day and night, and entered samadhi without warning—it is strange to say that he is naturally narrow-minded, but he has a special affinity with the sky and the sea. At the seaside, cultivating the body is a process of making up for what is missing.
Beyond the East China Sea is Beiming, and what is beyond Beiming
Humans cannot grow but the heaven and the earth, what is there before the heaven and earth begin and after they decay
They use their finite bodies to explore the infinite realm, enter this extremely narrow path, and embark on such a road destined to be martyred. Is it just for the delusion of mortals to go to heaven and earth and turn clouds into rain
At this time, Ting Qiankun, who was sealed in his inner palace by Shang Wannian, and the Sea of Beiming resonated slightly, as if echoing the distant past. The ground lit up with brilliance, but unfortunately, the power that Shang Wannian supported by his Yuan slightly blocked it and fell back again.
I don't know how long it took for Cheng Qian to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Zhengming leaning against the cabin, standing beside him.
As soon as Cheng Qian saw him, it was as if he had fallen from heaven and earth to the mortal world. He couldn't help being greedy, so he smiled.
Cheng Qian asked, "How long has it been?"
Yan Zhengming raised his hand to wipe the water vapor from his face: "For three days, I'm bored to death."
"Three days?" Cheng Qian was stunned, frowning and looking around, "I don't even have a map, how can we find the secret realm of Daxueshan?"
"It's useless to ask for a map," Yan Zhengming said, "you can't understand the map on the sea - the stone mustard does not move with the water, it will be attracted by the place with strong air, let's go and see, it's not an appointment with them. A month? I can't think of a solution in two days."
Yan Zhengming came over as he spoke, stretched his arms around Cheng Qian's waist lazily, and put his hands on him and said softly, "It's so quiet, it feels like we are the only ones left in the world."
Cheng Qian pondered the scene for a moment, and suddenly shuddered: "What? Isn't that the only one left for you to toss? I'd better hurry up and cut myself off."
Yan Zhengming had a rare peace of mind on this day, and he didn't have the same knowledge as a professional family like him, so he pushed him tighter and said softly: "When I was in the Valley of Heart Demons, I thought this way more than once, if there is only you in the world. Just the two of me."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling that at this moment, his heart seemed to be finally filled.
In the past, there was always a gap, and sometimes a turbulence would bring out a series of wild thoughts. Even on Fuyao Mountain, Yan Zhengming would occasionally wake up from some inexhaustible nightmare.
One day he also dreamed that the Fuyao sect finally returned to the top of the ten sects, and the scenery became more beautiful, but there were countless beautiful female monks who came to Fuyao Mountain one after another, looking for Cheng Qian to become a partner of double cultivation. He was awakened alive, and when he opened his eyes and saw Cheng Qian's sleeping face, he realized that this was just a deep feeling in his heart.
Yan Zhengming saw Cheng Qian's earlobe close at hand, he couldn't help licking it lightly, then opened his mouth to cover it, and rubbed his canine teeth.
Cheng Qian was shocked and gave him an elbow. A thin layer of red quickly rose from the base of his ear to his neck, and scolded: "What are you doing? Do you think this is Fuyao Mountain?"
Yan Zhengming let go of him and said with a low smile, "I used to tell me that there are many swords and swords in the Jianyu area, but I still don't believe it, but now I understand what's going on with the one-hearted demon. People are always greedy and not enough. Bian Naihe said, it would be great if I could see you again, but after a long absence, I thought again, if your heart is like mine, it would be good even if you didn’t say anything about it for the rest of your life. Now, I am suddenly dissatisfied again. Always add a 'mine' before 'Cheng Qian'."
Cheng Qian was very heartbroken by what he said, but he teased him earnestly and said: "You are shaking back and forth in your own mind, and your cultivation is not enough, so don't blame Jianyu."
Yan Zhengming: ""
He was silent for a while, then looked at Cheng Qian seriously and asked, "Did you really not hear me pouring out my heart?"
Cheng Qian laughed out loud immediately, Yan Zhengming became angry, and immediately made a gesture of going back to the cabin to be sullen. Cheng Qian hurriedly smiled and took his hand: "Hey, senior brother, don't be angry, I haven't"
His voice stopped abruptly, Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt the speed of the boat under his feet. The next moment, he suddenly pulled Yan Zhengming to his side, stretched out his hand and grabbed the mast. The ship fell straight up and down.
I saw that the vast and boundless Sea of the North seemed to suddenly break from the middle, dividing the whole world into two, pulling out a large "waterfall" of 10,000 meters in height.
And under such a terrifying grand scene, there was no sound of water quietly heard.
Cheng Qian didn't have time to think about it, the big ship had already crossed the fault and flew out.
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