MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 2

Cheng Qian followed Mu Chun away.

The real figure of Mu Chun is like a wither, with three thin ribs on his head, a shaky hat clasped on his head, and Cheng Qian with one hand, like a grass-roots class leader who walks the rivers and lakes to show his new kidnapper. attendant.

Cheng Qian is still a child, but he already has a young heart inside.

He walked silently, but still couldn't help looking back.

He saw his mother carrying a broken back basket. In the basket was his sleeping little brother. Outside his basket, his mother was crying and his face was hazy, and his father stood silently aside, wondering whether he was sighing or guilty. Looking up at him for a second glance, he stood in a shadow that didn't go away.

Cheng Qian regained his gaze with nostalgia. The distant path seemed like a boundless night, and he held Master's skinny hand as if he was holding a lamp like Cheng's family heirloom—even though there was a “ "Fairy" prefix, it can still only illuminate the halo a few inches under the foot, useless.

There are generally two ways to travel, one is called "traveling" and the other is "traveling."

Cheng Qian followed his master, and he didn't say anything about wind meals, and he was even ridiculed by the old goods. The fallacy and hesitation were really not worthy of the word "floating".

Speaking of Xiuxiu seeking, Cheng Qian also heard something.

The whimsical people in the world who wanted to ask Xianmen were as many as crossing the river.

When the emperor was first emperor, the martial arts in the square were like the toads in a river pit after the rain. What kind of Zhang Sanli, Wang Wang, and Mazi were all in the family as long as their children were prosperous and not short of cubs. They sent them to ask a fairy and learn something In addition to the "Broken Chest", I have never seen anyone really ask for a name.

At the time, there were more alchemists than people cooking, more people chanting sutras than people who farmed, and even for a few years no one was reading and practicing martial arts.

It is said that when Qiuxian asked the most popular time, the territory of a county was only ten miles and eight villages. From Dongtou to Xitou, there were as many as 20 schools of Xiuxianmen. Buy a copy from a small merchant and hawker. Shit mind, dare to recruit people under the banner of Xiuxian.

If these people can really ascend to the sky, they don't know if Nantianmen can not hold these many cats and dogs.

Even the bandits who beat their homes must follow up to coax Yangzi, rename the original "Black Tiger Village" and "Hungry Wolf Gang" to "Qingfengguan" and "Xuanxinguan", and get some "oil pans for picking things". "Open your mouth to spit fire" and other acts, before the robbery to perform a squawking performance, the passers-by bluffed generously.

The emperor was born in the army and was a rough-tempered man. I felt that the people would continue to cultivate in such a smoky way that they would not be able to win the country. Therefore, they were determined to arrest all these "immortals" in the countryside. The true gods are still false immortals, and they are all sent to fill the army.

This shrewd decree didn't have time to go out of the palace door, the Manchu princes all heard the wind, and all the people were so scared that the spirits flew away, and they rolled out from the quilt overnight, and ran to the front of the hall to line up-Guan Xiaozai Before that, the grand finale of the Guanda University was prepared to hit and die on the front pillar of the hall one by one, in order to die, for fear that the emperor would offend the immortal and sacrifice the kingdom.

The emperor can't let the Manchu culture and martial arts really make a mess of the earth, nor can the bear dragon column stand.

The emperor was forced to resign, and had to regain his life. The next day, he ordered Qin Tianjian to separate a "Tianyan Office", direct supervision by Taishi Ling, and inviting several real people to sit in town, stipulating the size of Xianmen in the future. They must report to the Tianyan Office for verification, and issue iron coils after verifying the authenticity, in order to recruit disciples and ban private private sects.

Of course, it is basically impossible for a great power to cross Kyushu, with thousands of miles from east to west, and from north to south. It is basically impossible to make a ban on a one-size-fits-all statute, let alone a sloppy twenty-five-eyed **** decree.

The imperial court couldn't even understand what was being abducted and sold. How could Xianmen recruit the disciples?

Zhenxianmen didn't take the emperor and the old man at all. What should be done? The guilty concubines converged a little, but they converged to a limited extent. It's not impossible to make fakes.

However, the painstaking efforts of Xiandi were not completely in vain. After several tossing, inspections, and rectifications, although the results were very small, the enthusiasm for cultivating immortals was weakened a lot. In addition, the neighbors were far and near. As time goes by, everyone will plant the land, and the sheep will not be dreaming.

When he came to the throne today, the folk culture of cultivating immortals was still lingering, but the mad spirit had already passed. Nowadays, he knows that there is no fish in the clear water. Most of those scammers who are cultivating immortals have opened their eyes and closed their eyes. The people don't care about officials.

These causes and consequences, Cheng Qian heard the old Tongsheng once said, so in his eyes, the mallet holding him is a pure mallet ... at best is a mallet with root tube, nothing really deserves special respect.

The mallet-like wooden twig touched his two trembling moustaches, and said nonchalantly, "My name is" Fuyao, "small thing, do you know what Fuyao is?"

Lao Tongsheng deeply hated these things, naturally he refused to talk about it. Cheng Qian was affected by his enlightenment, and was somewhat affected. Therefore, he was disdainful, but he also barely made an ear.

Mu Chun raised his hand and pointed in front of Cheng Qian. His finger seemed to bring some dexterity. Everywhere, I saw a gust of wind rising for nowhere, swirling, and rolling up the ground with the dry grass. The blade had a sharp ray of yellow, illuminated by a falling lightning, and almost dazzled Cheng Qian's eyes.

The strange and magical fascination stunned the young boy with one finger.

In fact, Mu Chun did not expect this change, and immediately hesitated, but seeing that he had frightened the cold and cold cub, he retracted his hand down the donkey.

He put his thin hands into his sleeves and coquettishly said: "Peng Zhi migrated to Nanmingye, the water struck three thousand miles, and he lifted up to 90,000 miles, and went to breathe in June-also invisible. However, he can work in the wind, and when he comes, it is also Yuanyuan, wherever it goes, this is 'Fuyao', do you understand? "

Of course, Qian Qian did not understand. In his small chest, the awe of the unknown power and the disdain for these sidewalks were entangled with each other, and it was difficult to separate them. In the end, he brought Mu Chun with him with a disdain for Master. The broken lamp on the wall of the house was placed in the same position, and nodded ignorantly.

Mu Chunzhi proudly cocked his beard, and was about to use it again. Who knows that God would not give him face again, and his mouth didn't have time to open again, only the cowhide had been leaked. A gust of wind rushed into the face suddenly and aggressively, taking the initiative to extinguish the bonfire in front of the master and apprentice into a dead ash, followed by a violent wind, the thunder and lightning thundered, and shouted from the west. It ’s bad.

Mu Chun no longer cares about the ghosts and yells, "No, there is heavy rain."

Having said that, he jumped up, picked up his luggage in one hand, lifted up the dive in one hand, opened two reed stick-like legs, and took a small broken step like a long-necked pheasant, and fled.

It's a pity that the rain came too fast. Even the long-necked pheasant could not avoid the fate of turning into a chicken.

Mu Chun took Cheng Qian in his arms, took off his wet-blooded outer shirt, and talked better than the little boy covering his arms without a place, screaming and yelling, "Oh, broken, this rain Big, whoops, where can I hide? "

Cheng Qian sent countless beasts and birds throughout his life-but this is probably the most bumpy and nonsense one he has ever sat on.

The thunder and lightning sounds mingled with Master's squealing noises. His head was covered with Master's robe, and his eyes were blackened, but he smelled an unintelligible wood fragrance on the robe sleeve.

Master wrapped him in his arms with one arm, freeing one hand, and always protecting Cheng Qian's head. The clear bones of the old man made him hurt, but the embrace and protection were genuine.

I don't know why, even though the long-necked chicken just flickered at him, Cheng Qian seemed to have a natural closeness to him.

Cheng Qian, wearing a coat of Muchun, silently peered through the cracks in the clothes to see the soaked Master in the rain, and for the first time in his life, he enjoyed the treatment his child deserved. He scrutinized it for a moment, willingly recognized Master, and made up his mind-even if the Master was full of words, he would forgive him.

Cheng Qian rode on a thin-skinned master, and finally reached a ruined Taoist temple wetly.

The large-scale "Qingdao" in Xiandi cleared up a lot of pheasant sects, and also left a lot of pheasant sects, which later became the place where homeless beggars and travelers who missed their places stayed.

Cheng Qian earned a small head from Mu Chun's outer shirt, and when he looked up, he looked at the Daxian worshipped by Daxian, and he was shocked by the mud-made Daxian on the spot-I saw that head Wrapped with two puppets, the face is without a neck, the face is full of meat, and there are red circles on each of the left and right cheeks, and a large mouth is opened underneath.

Master naturally saw it. He raised his paw to cover Cheng Qian's eyes, and angrily accused: "Peach red **** with emerald green robe, alas, such an obscene / evil dress is embarrassed to eat and worship here. How can this be true!"

The young Cheng Qian was a little shocked because he had limited knowledge and was unknown.

Mu Chunyi said rightly: "People who are true to the truth have a hunger for their minds. They must pay attention to their words and deeds at all times.

He actually knew what the system was ... Cheng Qian was a bit eye-catching.

As it happens, an ethereal flesh scent came from behind the broken Taoist concept, interrupting the "cryless" Master's cynicism.

Mu Chun's throat rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't say any more. With a strange look, he led Cheng Qian to the back of the **** / evil statue, and saw that there was a little yuppie who was a year or two older than Cheng Qian.

Xiaoyao Huazi did not know what equipment was used, and planed a hole in the ground of Taoist Temple. He was burning a fat chicken called Chihuahua inside.

Mu Chun swallowed again.

If a person is thin to a certain extent, some things are very inconvenient. For example, when they are stubborn, the small thin neck that can be brought up is not easy to cover their instincts.

Mu Chun real person put Cheng Qian on the ground, and then performed for the young apprentice what he meant by "Practitioners should always pay attention to words and deeds."

He wiped off the water on his face first, and smiled at a master with a fairy-like bone. Then he took the lotus step that flickered and wobbled to the side of Xiaoyaohua, facing Cheng Qian's face. He talked eloquently about a lengthy rhetoric, depicting an overseas fairy gate wearing gold, silver, eating and warming, and screaming Xiaohuahua straightly.

Mu Chun faced the small head with a big head and small body, and coaxed enthusiastically: "I see that you are of good qualifications, and in the future, you may be able to reach the sky, maybe there is a great fortune-child, who is your first name? "

Cheng Qian felt this sentence a little familiar.

Although Xiaoyaohua was a bit sly, she was still young, and the master suddenly swayed out two lines of clear nose, and replied stupidly, "Little tiger, I don't know what the last name is."

"Then you should be a teacher, surname Han," Mu Chun said with a goatee, Runwu silently determined the name of the master and apprentice, "for the teacher and give you a big name-a single name and a word, OK?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Han Yuan, injustice ... It is really lucky and happy.

Master must have been hungry, and in the face of the thick-skinned chicken, he couldn't say anything. 2k novel reading network