MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 54

With a bang, Yan Zhengming's sword fell to the ground, and a generation of sword repairs didn't even notice being hit by his own sword.

At this moment, the twilight drooped, and the person in front of him seemed to be transformed into a demon. When it landed in the cold night, the thousands of scrolls were completely visible, and his three souls were instantly dispelled by the seven souls. I have forgotten everything around me.

Maybe some people will deceive themselves with a bit of luck after knowing that they have lost it, but they will dream about "blue sky, always meet", but Yan Zhengming wo n’t. In the past, he buried Cheng Qian with his own hands and cut himself off. Think for a moment.

He always felt that he was weak enough that he didn't need to go any further.

Yan Zhengming couldn't tell whether this was true or just a dream. He just felt like everything was going back again, looking at the engraved face, and Han Yuan, not far from him, ... Vaguely returned to the desert island in the East China Sea, the most unbearable day in his life.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised his hand and held Cheng Qian's shoulder, he did not care about the sharp sword in his hand, dragged a person from his chest to his back, as if countless midnight dreams had been reworked, and pulled all his hatred .

Obviously Cheng Qian didn't expect to be his own head brother on the bar. He hadn't had time to feel homesick and had been caught by surprise. He was stunned for a while, and at the same time he hurriedly retrieved his glittering coiled sword. Fang was injured by accident as soon as he met, and Yan Zhengming was dragged for two steps before standing.

Fuyaoshan is hidden in a secret place, and the disciples nearby are either shocked, confused, struggling, or crying.

Centuries of reunion with the same door, unexpectedly this is the situation.

Yan Zhengming was in a gap between insanity and calmness. He quickly cut off his chaotic thoughts and blocked his mind. Instead of looking back at Cheng Qian, he only said to Han Yuan who was right and wrong: "Since it's here, just stay."

After speaking, he didn't look at the gaping sword on the ground, Zhen Yuan went straight to Han Yuan like a sharp edge, and in the air formed countless sharp swords, white and overwhelming.

The demon repair seemed to have completely controlled Han Yuan's body, and spit out a cloud of black mist. The black mist turned into a huge ghost face carving, and the ghost face screamed loudly, spreading his wings sternly, and seizing Han Yuan tightly. Wrapped in it.

Jian Feng approached, and one person and one sculpture probably saw that they could not be cheap today, and I did not know what kind of external methods of demon use, but it turned into a fog and disappeared in place.

On the other hand, there was only a blank paper man left on the ground, and he fell there with an arrow.

Han Yuan ... That Mo Xiu saw the situation was wrong, and ran away.

Yan Zhengming stood there for a moment, and it seemed that he couldn't accumulate the courage to look back. After a long while, he took a deep breath. The whole man turned back as if he had rusted, and his eyes did not blink. Watching Cheng Qian.

In this life, Cheng Qian, whether dead or alive, never had a half-time retreat. However, after a long absence, the gaze of his elder brother suddenly made him want to escape.

Li Xun sleepwalked looking at this and which one, only half a while before he uttered a slang: "little ... little dive? What is going on here?"

The puddle held back tears and said incoherently: "Three brothers, I saw your sword in Shu, but when you chase after it, you have already left, and I ... I expect that if it is you, you will definitely come back ... but I don't know if I read it wrong or dare to tell my brothers ... "

She lowered her head quickly, still wrapped with unbreakable chains, and wiped a tear with a rattle, choking for a long time, just like a little girl, asked with grievance: "You ... why don't you Wait for me ... "

Cheng Qian's heart, which was almost undetermined in the ice pond for decades, was severely choked, and he was almost speechless for a while.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised a hand slowly, holding Cheng Qian's face, the tentacles were cold, as if the temperature was lower than that of normal human body. The frost-edged sword that he took with him all year round seemed to be aware, and he was restless. The beep, shivering finely. Yan Zhengming's ups and downs were like shaking the mountain. He wanted to ask where Cheng Qian had gone in the past few years. He wanted to ask if his chest injury was still there. He wanted to know how he got here. Did he ever suffer ... It got blank in my head.

However, it is impossible to talk about, because compared with the mood, it seems that no matter which sentence is left, it feels scrawled.

Eventually, they twisted into a plea that was almost humble and desperate in his heart, Yan Zhengming thought: "Is this true?"

Cheng Qian lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding his eyes, and screamed lowly, "Brother."

"Well," Yan Zhengming responded vaguely. "You still ..."

The words he spit out were like gossamer, and the two words were unsustainable. The second half was almost in his throat, and he could only see the lips moving: "... you remember me."

Cheng Qian gently pressed his hand, and suddenly he had a bit of difficulty breathing.

Yan Zhengming's eye circles were stained bit by bit: "Why didn't you come to us for so many years?"

Cheng Qian said nothing.

Yan Zhengming suddenly drew his hand from Cheng Qian, and punched him on the lower abdomen without leaving a fist. Cheng Qian did not hide, and suffered this, and immediately groaned. There was a stinky gas in his mouth, and before he could swallow it back, his second fist arrived, and the blood stuck in his throat, and Cheng Qian knelt on the ground suddenly, coughing alive.

The stunned Li Xuan sobered up from sleepwalking, rushed up, hugged Yan Zhengming's waist, and dragged him back desperately: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming basically attacked without discrimination, and returned to let Li Yan also take a elbow: "Let go!"

Li Yan shouted into his ear: "Are you crazy!"

Yan Zhengming's voice was hoarse like a rusty sword colliding, and hissed: "I'm crazy for almost a hundred years!"

Cheng Qian was buzzing in his ears and was unable to attack.

He had been in retreat in the ice pond for more than 50 years, and his memory was taken away by Tang Yan. When his brothers and sisters fled, he seemed to be lazy without knowing it. All the anger was cooled down, sinking into the stomach, and turned into a guilty ashes.

He felt guilty and wronged at the same time, and there was nowhere else in the hatchback, as if to follow the blood between his fingers.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that he might never have such a deep concern for anyone in his life.

The puddle yelled, "You have enough!"

She jerked open her wings, threw off the chains on her body, ran to Cheng Qian, and carefully supported him: "Three brothers ..."

Even the little ghost raised by them as a mascot all over the door was so big in a blink of an eye. Besides the wings, she was very familiar. She became a big girl and was a bit strange.

As soon as she approached, Cheng Qian couldn't help feeling a bit uncomfortable. She hid for a moment, waved her hands, and couldn't speak for a while, but her eyes showed a smile of sorrow and nostalgia.

Yan Zhengming and Li Xun were exhausted and finally calmed down. He looked at Cheng Qian for a while, closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and walked towards Cheng Qian. Only in these two or three steps, the grievances and unwillingness that he had experienced in the hard-to-reach and no-action period suddenly disappeared.

Like a nightmare over the years, finally woke up.

Yan Zhengming took Cheng Qian's hand over his mouth, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth little by little, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qian hesitated and nodded.

"The pain is right," Yan Zhengming leaned over and hugged him, put his chin on Cheng Qian's shoulder socket, and muttered quietly, "The next time I dare to leave home for so long, I must kill you ... One hundred years, Cheng Qian, mortals will pass by in their lives ... "

At this point, his strong calmness shattered, Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian and cried and laughed, as if one person had expressed the joys and sorrows of all people, making other people care less No matter, they all followed him fearfully, for fear that the Fuyao faction would have another crazy head after the head of Beimingjun and the weasel.

... that's too long.

The trouble actually reached midnight, Yan Zhengming finally calmed down, the puddle lit the fire as usual, the weather was already sweltering, and several brothers hid her away.

Cheng Qian laid Frost Blade on his knee, and by setting a little coolness on the sword to adjust his breath, Yan Zhengming sat silently guarding him.

Li Yan gave Yan Zhengming an angry look from behind, and asked, "Head, are you crazy?"

Yan Zhengming reluctantly gave him a glance, and smiled slightly self-deprecatingly: "It seems more serious."

Li Wei said a sigh, and asked, "Why does Xiao Qian seem a little afraid of heat? I haven't done this before?"

"Huh?" Yan Zhengming looked a little dazed, and asked, "Is it?"

Li Yan also said: "I remember we buried him on a deserted island with his own hands. His breathing and pulse stopped completely, and you were grinded again. In the end, the whole person was cold. There was no half life. You said this. what is the problem?"

Yan Zhengming absently responded, "I don't know."

Li Yan frowned, and followed his own thoughts: "Recall, there was a little strange at that time, that Zhou Han was just beginning to be very prestigious, but when Xiao Qian appeared, his cultivation seemed to be suddenly suppressed by most. Would you say that it has something to do with this? Hey, brother, I have an idea, do you think it is possible ... who did Xiao Lai meet with us or get something of vital importance when he was separated from us? Did he save his life? "

This unbelievable letter from Li Yan was unconscious, but the blind cat was almost as likely as the dead mouse, but unfortunately no one appreciated it, because Yan Zhengming didn't seem to hear a word, and didn't even react at all.

Li Yan could not bear to say: "Brother!"

"Can't you wait for him to wake up and ask yourself?" Yan Zhengming raised his hand impatiently to drive away Li Yan, "how can I know? You have no end, break your mouth, walk away!"

Li Yan: "..."

He can see it, the head of the head brother has been confused by a third teacher, and can't hold other things at all, and he can't even care about the consequences beforehand.

Yan Zhengming no longer cares about Li Yan, and finds a snow-white hairband from his arms-it is said that it is made of snow silkworms from Saibei. Snow silkworms are not easy to survive. A snow silkworm can live for 3,000 years and spit silk for 3,000 years. I can weave an inch and a half of material, the tentacles are cold, and the value on the black market is so great that Yan Zhengming has only deducted this one in private and never willing to take it out.

I saw that he pushed Zhenyuan to the tip of his finger into a thin trace, and engraved a rune on the hard-to-buy hairband like a needle. He was extremely focused, as if there was only one thing in his eyes. After finishing the job, he pointed a little, and the hairband went to Cheng Qian's hair.

Li Min took a breath and said, "Brother, can you calm down?"

Cheng Qian scared Jin Sichan at a glance and did not dare to open his eyes. He must be a Yuanshen or even more. At such a level, when mastering meditation, God ’s consciousness is naturally released, even if he is unconscious, everything is It was impossible to approach him casually.

As if Li Yan had seen a large amount of gold shattered into **** in the air, he looked angrily towards Yan's head-now he understands what the phrase "more serious" just means that Yan's head is in fact more serious.

Yan Zhengming: "Shh, look."

I saw that headband fluttered gently to Cheng Qian, picking up the hair that had just been broken by Yan Zhengming, and knotted neatly, without being blocked from beginning to end.

This means that Cheng Qian did not take any precautions when he meditated.

Li Yan looked several times, and finally sighed softly: "The sea has turned into mulberry fields. Why doesn't he seem to have changed at all?"

Yan Zhengming smiled, narrowed his eyes with a little sleepiness, and whispered, "I really want to open Fuyao Mountain and go home."

Li Xun said positively: "Brother, don't you be impulsive again, are you sure it is a good time? Those people can keep staring."

Yan Zhengming raised his corners of his mouth slightly, showing a little mocking smile: "A bunch of jumping clowns, dare to come, I will let them come and go ... I didn't close the mountain late because of this."

Li Yan had never heard him say that he thought he knew the reason unspokenly. At this moment, he couldn't help wondering: "Why is that?"

"Because I can't open it," Yan Zhengming said flatly.

Li Yan turned up sharply and sat up: "What?"

"You keep your focus, startled," Yan Zhengming frowned dissatisfied, and then said, "Fengshan Ling in the head seal is a triple lock, 'sky, earth, person', 'herringbone lock' In the past, the locks that Master left when he closed the mountain were the true elements of the five of us. At that time, I thought it was a small dive ... so I did n’t even look at the locks of 'Tian' and 'Earth'. "

Li Yan: "..."

No wonder Master looks so ugly after entering the head seal for the first time.

Li Huan lowered his voice, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"What's the use of talking?" Yan Zhengming yawned. "I've been looking for a way to bypass Fengshan Ling. The head seal also has a sense of God. Although I don't know the depth, I can feel it in these years. I was thinking, if one day my cultivation is strong enough to suppress the godly knowledge in the head seal, maybe I can forcibly open the Fengshan Order. "

Li Zhi asked in horror: "How strong is that?"

Yan Zhengming closed his eyes slightly and said vaguely: "The godly knowledge in the seal of the head is the superposition of the gods I have sent over the past. What do you say?"

Li Yan: "..."

Yan Zhengming whispered: "So it's useless to tell you, the road is still long ..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, and in the last few days he could not hear, Li Zhiran said: "I don't think this road is long, it's impossible to go at all!"

Yan Zhengming didn't say a word, Li Yan sighed with a sigh of relief, lay back on his back, and comforted himself: "Finally, Xiao Qian is back now, Xiao Yuan ... Well, although it is a bit more difficult, it is not completely helpless. Hopeful, right? "

No one answered—Cheng Qian entered silently, the puddle had curled up asleep beside the fire, she was born with fire, and her hair fell into it, and she was not afraid to burn. The tiny flames beat like a carnival on her black hair. .

In the midsummer night, cicadas began to rise, and it seemed more and more peaceful. Only a galaxy on the night sky, such as training, holding a glorious glory, long lived spring and autumn.

The cold is coming and the summer is coming.

Li Yan turned his head again, but saw that Yan Zhengming had tilted his head and fell asleep, and was injured by the great sorrow and enthusiasm for a while back to the inner government. He had been exhausted for years without seeing the haze.

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