MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 12

Within a month of worshiping the Fuyao faction, Cheng Qian encountered the biggest crisis in his life—he was going to follow his sister-in-law, a sissy brother, and a mischievous little white-faced brother, as a weasel. Disciple, go to the henhouse to rescue his four classmates who may have been eaten with half of their body.

What if the real chicken refuses to let people go?

What if the four-star brother has become a mid-course meal when they go?

Cheng Qian looked down at the spell in his hand. After the engraving of the wooden sign, Master directly threw it to them. He didn't say what it was used for or how to use it, but when the big brother took it, he didn't even ask. Does he have a count in his heart?

Cheng Qianzhen repeatedly, still ca n’t believe that in addition to the incense, there was “numerous” in the broad mind of his brother, so he hardened his head again, with the ridicule of strict contention, and humbly asked, “Master, you know Master What is the spell used for? "

Yan Zhengming replied thoughtfully and unwillingly: "Thunder."

Seeing that he answered so happily, Cheng Qian sighed involuntarily. Sure enough, after all, the elder brother had a sense of vitality and learned amulets, otherwise it would be impossible to make such a statement.

Unfortunately, if Cheng Qianneng knew more about the degree of "a bottle is less than half a bottle dangling" from his brother, his heart should not be put so early-Yan Zhengming actually glanced at it, dilute Li sloppily thought that this thing looked like a lightning bolt, and unwaveringly gave Cheng Qian such an identification.

Yan Zhengming is impatient to sit there every day to learn what Rashiko ’s spells are. In order to cope with Master ’s inspection, he perfunctoryly records the common spells. If there is no spell at all, the concept of a thousand miles will be mistaken. .

The three arrived at Houshan very quickly. Apart from Cheng Qian, the other two were very familiar.

Houshan has a cliff that goes straight up and down. You can see the abyss of the bottom from the gap between the rocks and stones, and the overcast wind rolls up from the cracks in those stones.

Cheng Qian could not help but glance down. At that time, he felt that his heart flickered. The bottom was too high and too deep. He had never climbed to such a dangerous place first, and his face turned white first, and then he subconsciously retracted his head and leaned in. But after a while, he took a breath, and the deep cliff seemed to give him some inexplicable attraction. Cheng Qian took a deep breath, held back the nausea, and carefully looked down again with a probe.

Perhaps it is usual practice, Cheng Qian found for the first time that he likes this kind of dangerous place close to the abyss.

"Look what? Want to fall into a meatloaf that can't hold the stuffing?" Seeing Cheng Qian leaning out half of his body, Yan Zhengming couldn't bear it. He raised his hand and squeezed his shoulder, dragging him back.

Yan Zhengming was very puzzled. Why did these little cubs love death one by one? He couldn't help but think of his own age, it seemed that he was very well-behaved, and he had never been naughty or mischievous. Did the masters pick up all the freaks this time?

Of course, the "weak" Master Yan did not break the egg. He was too lazy to go to the morning class and had to find someone to lift it. The big egg was not enough for him to smash it with dignity and dignity.

At this point, they had heard the sound of water, Yan Zhengming fiercely stuck the mud under Kata's feet on a large rock, and the look of hatred was inexplicable, as if the shoes on his feet dared to get mud. The biggest uprising is not right.

After the card was muddy, Yan Zhengming turned his head and looked at Li Yan: "It's almost here, here."

This boy was used to being lawless, and his farts, anger, sorrow and joy could all be presented without any detail, and he didn't know to hide it. Cheng Qian felt that the elder brother included some indescribable malice, contempt, and aversion. Wait, it seems to be saying, "Don't you always want to see what the cave looks like? This time it is as expected, just look at it and look blind."

Li Yan's face was almost white, and Cheng Qian could not help but start to calculate. In case these two brothers bite each other, it is not worth mentioning how the small head should calm down the war?

Unexpectedly, Li Zhi didn't say a word, and was willing to take the breath, as if Yan Zhengming stabbed him two more words, he felt better in his heart.

Yan Zhengming gave him a glance, and led the two to stand on the edge of the large pool on the top of the mountain.

"Will it be water?" Yan Zhengming asked, and immediately, without waiting for anyone to answer, he thought for himself, "It won't be all right, take a breath, follow me, don't rush."

After speaking, Yan Zhengming took a very disgusting and helpless look, as if forced to touch the shit, and caught Cheng Qian's wrist in disgust.

At this age, Cheng Qian has never touched such a pair of hands, which is more carefully maintained than all the people he has ever seen—even the little girl who combed her master's hair, except for the sword and pen. There are some small cocoons that are not obvious, and they are not thick. It can be seen that this product is not very willing to work hard.

In addition, he didn't even have a half barb in his hand.

But then, Cheng Qian was dragged into the water by this white beautiful hand.

The water was so bitter that Cheng Qian couldn't hold his breath in one breath. The surrounding area was full of water spray foam that excited when the three of them jumped down. For a time, people could not find the north. Cheng Qian held the wooden sign in his arms tightly. Yan Zhengming, ignoring the north-south direction, was pulling forward.

Soon, a boulder stopped the three.

Yan Zhengming dragged the sleeve of Cheng Qian, took his sleeve as a rag, and wiped off the moss and grass on the stone. Then he found a small dipper on the stone surface. He made a few strokes at the mouth of the spoon, and then Point at it and press it with your thumb.

If anyone is familiar with the astrology, he will know that Yan Zhengming pressed the position where Beichen was in the night sky. Then he heard only a loud noise, the stone door opened, Cheng Qian was almost washed away by the huge current. Hugging Shimen on the ground and struggling forward.

Immediately, Cheng Qian was surprised to find that his feet were on the ground.

Behind the big stone gate, there is a slender path running through the water. Like something invisible and invisible, the water is cut off, as if a transparent tube is inserted into the bottom of the water, and the drops of water on Cheng Qian's body fall down. It re-integrated into the water silently, the water splash was blocked out and could not splash.

At their feet is a row of stone steps that can only be passed by one person, meandering below the valley without seeing the bottom.

Yan Zhengming held his saber sword in his hand, and saw that he probably did not want to anger anyone. Even though he was very alert, he still did not pull out the sword.

The stone steps seemed to never reach their heads, and as they got deeper, the surroundings became more and more grim.

Li Ye, who was silent all the way, finally couldn't help but open his mouth: "He ... how did the little master get down? How could he have the courage to go so deep in such a place alone?"

This question also asked Cheng Qian's question, because in his in-depth understanding, Han Yuan ’s fear of dogs was never such a heroic spirit of exploration, even if it was for the sense of anger.

"Nonsense, in the night when the thousand demon moons are rising, the stone gate is wide, and the valley is certainly not like this," said the master with a creditor's face.

In a word, the two men's mouths were blown away, but Li Min and Cheng Qian who were "but mindless" were speechless.

Suddenly, Yan Zhengming stopped unexpectedly, followed Cheng Qian behind him without any notice, and bumped his head.

He was so embarrassing that he reached Yan Zhengming's chest, so Yan Zhengming held out his hand with a little effort.

The orchid fragrant that the cold water in the master brother could not wash off almost sneezed Cheng Qian, and then he heard a hiss, and lowered his head, and found that the master had actually stained his half with the algae and dirt. The sleeve ripped.

In this regard, the master arrogantly abandoned: "Why are you still carrying it? You don't feel dirty."

It seems that Cheng Qian's sleeves are not dirty!

Inexplicably, he was forced to make a "broken sleeve." Cheng Qian suddenly felt that the big brother was not so much like a big girl. If there is such a mixed-up girl in the world, I am afraid that she will never marry anyway in the future.

Shijie had no idea when it came to an end. What was standing in front of them was a two-height hole. Two large stone doors that were supposed to be closed were open, revealing a gloomy corner inside.

"Strange," Yan Zhengming whispered, "Is Zipeng closed?"

The monster is different, Yan Zhengming himself hates hairy birds and beasts, so he pushes himself and feels that his hairless one will not be too popular here. The cave is not a good place. This day is unusual. It even made Yan Zhengming, who was never heartless, a little uneasy.

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a moment, and walked in along the gap of the open stone door. A sweet smell came from his face, but his delicate nose still smelled a slight smell of fish.

A feather was engraved on the stone wall of the inner door, but at this moment, the mark seemed very faint, and the tail was almost unclear. A person without any common sense can guess that the owner of the mark may not be very good. The question is ... Is she about to die, or is she harmed by someone?

The real Zipeng is a great demon who has been doing things for more than 800 years. He has a lot of magical powers. He shouldn't have been allowed to sneak in in such a silent way.

He turned back and made a "quiet" gesture to the two nasty classmates behind him, and tiptoed himself to a locked stone door inside, trying to screw on the above mechanism.

When he screwed it halfway, he thought of something again. He snorted Li Li and Cheng Qian and snarled in a low voice. "Hide away, no eyesight, stand there as a target?" "

Cheng Qian and Li Yan immediately backed away from both sides.

Yan Zhengming screwed the mechanism to the bottom, and only heard a sour "squeak" sound, Shimen issued a hoarse groan / groan, and the goosebump on Cheng Qian's arm suddenly burst into a piece of blood. Wei rushed directly to his head, and then he heard the ominous wind, and before he could say a word of warning, Cheng Qian's eyes caught a glimmer of Jianguang.

The master pulled out his sword. It was a real sword. The sword was bright and light, almost burning eyes. A cold air flow was followed by his sword and was mobilized all over him. It was lifted up in the small stone door. A swirl.

It is a pity that in the eyes of the demon, the young man's power is just an ant shaking the tree, and Yan Zhengming's swords are not □□. He has felt the great shock of the tiger's mouth. The nourished and tender hands can not stand the tear in any way He didn't respond to the impact, and the hand holding the sword was loosed involuntarily.

With a bang, the sword fell to the ground, and Yan Zhengming stepped back seven or eight steps. The sword-raising hand was almost unconscious.

The three teenagers bowed their heads in suspicion, and saw a feather flying against the bright cold sword.

The terrible silence permeated, Cheng Qian saw the face of the master was ugly.

It took a long time for Yan Zhengming to frown, and to play the soil on his body, he said, "The younger Fuyao faction Yan Zhengming, in the order of a family teacher, came to see the real Zipeng." 2k novel reading network