MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 21

Suddenly, two more wings grew on her back-even if it was what she should have, it would cause bone pain like ordinary people grow up. Probably she couldn't find the real person of Mu Chun, the master who was busy tossing out and the young master who was busy behind the door rules. No one could tell, and ran to drag his pants to cry.

But having said that, Cheng Qian grasped the wings of the puddle and observed them carefully for a while. Seeing that the wings were seamless, just a bit like a chicken, he couldn't help feeling a little worried. If he saw it to Master, he would not be connected again. Let the kitchen make charcoal grilled chicken wings for a month?

"Nothing, this should be left to you by your mother." Cheng Qian hugged her with little skill, wondering if it was his illusion. He felt that the little girl in his hand seemed a lot lighter-at least not like her It looks so chubby.

Could it be that her body has become half a bird and her bones are light?

Generally, Xiu Xiu must have a certain way to become an adult. Cheng Lai Jing has seen several records related to Xiu Xiu in the building, but it is not useful to him, so he only picked up a few when he was intrigued by accident. Strange things, roughly turned.

Since the puddle is half-human and half-demon, she should be born with a demon and two bodies, but I don't know if she can change freely.

Cheng Qian aligned his eyes with the small puddle and said to her as gently as possible: "I don't know what to do. You try to concentrate your mind, make this wing smaller, hide it ... Do you understand it? Alas, sister, do you understand people? "

The puddle had big eyes of ignorance, and didn't know how to understand a few words. If she didn't know how to look at her expression, she made psychological preparation that she could not understand anything.

He sighed heavily: "Forget it, I'll take you to the Master."

The puddle patted his arm like a little dumb, "ah ah" twice, then closed his eyes with fists, his face flushed, and his eyes became cross-eyed.

When Cheng Qian thought with relief that she could solve it by herself, she "brushed", and the pair of young chicken-like wings on the back of the puddle suddenly pulled to a length of seven or eight feet, and her hair fell to the ground. Hit his face with the big wings born.

He stared blankly at the little girl who almost turned into a giant bird. The clothes behind the puddle were almost torn by the pair of big wings. Fortunately, she was still in the age of wearing crotch pants, but she had no reputation. The wings are too big, and the girl almost sandwiched between them is too small. By comparison, they almost see the wings but no one, like a giant moth in the air, which is weird.

"..." Cheng Qian returned from shock, staring at the puddle with big eyes, "I made you smaller, but I did not make you larger."

He was a little girl who could pick up with one hand. Suddenly, the wings of the behemoth became extremely heavy. If he hadn't practiced this sword for a long time, Cheng Qian could hardly hold her.

The puddle looked at him innocently, and it was difficult to keep his body upright with his wings falling, and he hung left and right on Cheng Qian's arm.

Still going to find a master, Cheng Qian had to hug her out and go. As a result, they were both stuck by the gate of Qing Anju's courtyard.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Heaven……

Probably no matter what age girls are, they are unwilling to face the cruel fact that they are stuck and cannot get out of the door. The puddle was originally a crying child. At this time, he looked at his wings with grievance and finally endured Can't help but start to chatter.

Ordinary little cubs can slap casually, but puddles slamming the house!

Cheng Qian was scorched, and while trying to maintain balance, he was trying to reason with her: "Wings do n’t mean you are fat ... really, oh, well, do n’t cry, put your wings together, do n’t Tied up like this, close-back-come on, understand? "

The puddle looked at him twitchingly, and as he spoke, he stopped crying.

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, holding a faint hope, hoping she understood this time.

As a result, the little sister who could only listen to irony gave him white crane bright wings, and the huge wings spread out completely. She tried to fan them with a tremor, and then she seemed to have opened some hidden Instinct, slowly flew up.

Her huge wings almost brought a whirlwind, blowing Qing'anju for a while, flying sand and stones, all the delicate and delicate orchids in the courtyard were all ravaged, one by one, they all turned upside down, Cheng Qian had not had time to open My eyes felt the clothes caught by both hands.

The puddle was chubby, and the hands of a row of small pits became a pair of claws. The claws were firmly grasped on Cheng Qian. Cheng Qian suddenly had some ominous hunch ...

The next moment, his hunch came true.

He was lifted into the air by a powerful puddle, and his heart flickered into the lower abdomen. Cheng Qian instinctively struggled at first, but as she flew higher and higher, he didn't even struggle. Dare, I had to yell at the name of the puddle in the hunting wind: "Hantan! Give me down!"

The puddles were deaf ... Yeah, she didn't even understand.

Cheng Qian didn't expect that it was the first time in his life that Tengyun drove the fog. In this case, he couldn't help crying and laughing. He said that he hadn't died in the Valley of the Demon Monsters.

The puddle led him across the small courtyard gate of Qing'anju, and across the green bamboo forest behind, gradually, the whole Fuyao Mountain was at their feet.

Looking down from a high place, the ridge is green and stretches to the distance. On the one hand, it is the gentle **** of the front mountain that is more gentle under the evening light, and on the other is the darker and deeper back valley of the mountain.

There are countless cave houses and vacant courtyards in the mountains. Some gates have inscriptions, some are stone statues, some are completely anonymous. For thousands of years, countless people come and go. Only the handwriting is different. Gongfa transforms into the bones and blood of the inheritance, which is buried under the nine-story building. Among them, there is power, or talent, or great victories ...

Today, it's hard to find.

There is only one Weasel master left in the Fuyao school, with a few mischievous apprentices hidden under the red dust.

Only the unscrupulous winds skyrocketed, soaring into the sky.

The wind in the height caused Cheng Qian's cheek pain, and he gradually let go of his initial fear.

Cheng Qian exhaled, as if exhaling a long depression.

Once again, he thought of the impertinent Bei Mingjun on the Linxian high platform, and the remote and remote places, his father and mother who were smashed with silver, and under the cloud and mud, he clearly saw the secret in his heart. Desire.

Why desire to be someone like Bei Mingjun?

If one day he becomes powerful, the Three Realms can't go anywhere, the beasts see him trembling, all the people are lying on the ground ... Will he be able to return to Cheng's house, and watch them regret it? How about it?

But at this time, when Cheng was submerged in the sky, when the caves and courtyards on Fuyao Mountain were all far away from him, his heart that had always been filled with dangdang suddenly became empty.

Every mortal has only thirty or fifty years left in his life. He is deliberately thinking about it, waiting all night to go back and hit their faces. Then what?

Perhaps by the time he completed it, they would already be dead.

Maybe it is still, but a child who was sent out in his early years may feel regret in his later years when he thinks about it. After that, how deep is his love?

If he was really their sweetheart, how could he be easily sent away.

And if there is no love, how can we talk about unforgettable guilt and remorse?

Cheng Qian suddenly relaxed his tight shoulders, and even the half-demon master sister who always understood his words in the opposite direction took him to a higher place.

He found that he had always thought of the deep hatred, but in fact he was just apathetic.

Suddenly Cheng Qian's heart was like a broken wall. For a moment, he heard the whispering echo on Fuyao Mountain, just like the one he felt when the master settled in, but this time, the wind of ten thousand valleys did not He passed by, but passed through his body like flowing into the sea.

There is no stay, no attachment, such as many joys, many annoyances, they come and go, and they come and go, as if he has become a part of this world.

I don't know how long, a crane came suddenly from the air, a white crane on Fuyao Mountain flew into the sky, circled around them, crying in the puddle of the lost air, tears, and instinctively followed Baihe He flew down, was led by Baihe, and landed in front of Wuchi Hall, Mu Chun's real person.

Until his feet touched the ground, Cheng Qian still did not return to God.

Mu Chun lived to rescue the puddle that was blocked by the gate of the unknown palace again, and brushed her huge wings with her hands. The girl's uncoordinated wings were finally wrapped by unknown forces, slowly retracted, and finally disappeared. There were only red marks on the back like birthmarks.

Master did not urge Cheng Qian. He held the puddle that was tired to sleep and waited quietly, until the sun sank down the mountain, Cheng Qian returned to his senses, realizing that his legs were numb.

Mu Chun took a yellow lantern in front of the door and let him go back to the road to light, and told Qian Qian: "It's too late today, you go home first. After practicing sword tomorrow, you can stay and learn spells with your master and brother. Now. "

Cheng Qian took a moment to reflect what Master meant. He was taken aback, and asked a little stupidly, "Master, just then ... Is that just a sense of anger?"

Mu Chun nodded his head and smiled, "You read the teacher correctly, you are indeed of the same qualifications in the same school."

Do you have to add "in the same door"?

Cheng Qian didn't know how to react to this, anyway, he didn't get too proud to hear it-if "higher qualifications" were produced in comparison with Yan Zhengming and Han Yuan and Li Zhili, he felt that it was not good Bragging.

Mu Chun looked at his back walking steadily on the mountain road. His mood was a bit vicissitudes. After so many years, one apprentice was willing to move forward. He touched the side of Bai He's beautiful neck and said to himself: " You said that when they saw each other, could you be stimulated in your heart? "

Bai He stung him, flew away, as if telling the head of the real person in decisiveness-what infatuated! 2k novel reading network