MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 67

Cheng Qian kept watching Yan Zhengming leave, and his brows never opened.

He is used to telling the good news and not worrying, and only when others turn around will he show a little bit of concern.

Cheng Qian proposed that he wanted to stay with Tang Yan, and he really wanted to help. On the other hand, it coincided with the idea of ​​Yan Zhengming—he planned to separate from the teacher for a period of time.

Although the elder brother had a bad attitude and was extremely uncooperative, he could not pry his mouth open when asked, but it did not prevent Cheng Qian from guessing more or less. I am afraid that Yan Zhengming ’s demon had a close relationship with him, otherwise he could not think of elder brother There is nothing I can't say to myself.

However, Cheng Qianqing is full of thoughts, but he is always a little bit ingenious. He can guess and return, but he does n’t know how to handle it. He will not knock sideways or turn corners. He is afraid that he is not proper and careless. Adding a little more jam to the big brother, then I thought of leaving for a while, hoping that his lack of ingenuity and the ingenuity of his second brother Li Wei.

Cheng Qian didn't know if Li Yan could be reliable. The brothers hadn't gone far. He had already been indifferent.

Probably there is always a person who sent him to God to overcome him, and it really made him experience the feeling of "difficult to meet when he meets".

Tang Yan watched coldly, and said with a bit of emotion: "The fellowship of your school is really enviable."

Cheng Qian then returned to God, and retracted his eyes and said, "Delayed, Brother Tang, sorry."

Tang Yan didn't take it seriously: "It's slow to get my feet around, and it doesn't interfere."

Nian came up from the side and said, "Why, isn't the teacher's teacher discord?"

"It can't be said that there is no discord," Tang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if reminiscing about something, his face became a bit lonely, and said, "The people of their Fuyao faction are not so expensive, but our Mulan Mountain is different. Mulan Mountain is too big, and there are several elders under the head of the mountain, each occupying their own hills, and accepting their apprentices. I have been on the mountain for hundreds of years. It ’s better to meet each other on such occasions. No one knows who, let alone have any feelings. Over time, everyone depends on their qualifications and ability to speak. They are very strict and cold. "

Tang Yan said, taking a look at Cheng Qian: "You are more humane, not like a martial art, but like a family."

Nian Da said: "If there is a big martial art, there will be many people, and as soon as there are many people, the order will be strict, and everyone's feelings will naturally alienate. There is no way, but between the same door, there are always one or two people, okay?"

Tang Yan said: "There is indeed a sister and sister who grew up with me from an early age. She ... has a bad temper when she grows up, but she had a good relationship with me as a child."

This was Cheng Qian's second time he heard his sister mentioned, and asked, "Is your sister named Tang Wanqiu?"

"Well, it's her," Tang said without looking back. "But what we call 'brothers and sisters' is just an elder and younger person. When I was a kid, I got a little closer. When I grew up, I basically went to work. Everyone is a passer-by of Mu Lanshan. Now even if she is standing in front of me, I do n’t know if I can still recognize it. I know you have a lot to do with her. Today, her people are no longer within *, her You do n’t have to count on me. ”

Tang Yan has a kind of smooth and open indifference. I don't know if it is this nature or because he has been walking on the edge of life and death for many years. He does not accept apprentices, does not return to martial arts, and rarely mentions Mulan Mountain, but he drifts in the mountains. No matter who you meet, only when the other party is a brief traveler.

The group pretended to be a casual repairman living in southern Xinjiang, hired a horse-drawn carriage, and went over mountains and ridges like a mortal, and continued south.

Cheng Qian and Tang Yan are not people who like chatting very much, but they have given them a lot of years, so they have to dial the best bully Liu Lang. Liu Lang desperately wanted to rush up when Cheng Qian was the most dangerous, but at this moment the calm was calm, but he didn't dare to talk to Cheng Qian. He always followed from a distance, and his head was lowered than he could see. Buried in the shadows.

Nian Daran came and Liurou bit his ears and said, "Hey, little brother, I want to worship Fuyao-even under Elder Cheng's door, are you with me?"

Liu Lang glanced at Cheng Qian's back, quickly regained his eyes, and shook his head silently.

Nian Dadao replied that he didn't know Taishan, and quickly hesitated up and said, "Hey, you don't understand these things, I'll share it with you-those who cultivate the Yuanshen have the ability to go to heaven. The big man, not to mention ordinary people, is a lot of monks of small sects, who have never seen a monk in his life. "

Liu Lang did not answer, but just listened in silence.

Nian was a bit of a good teacher. Seeing him focusing on himself, he frowned and said, "Besides, Yuanshen and Yuanshen are not the same. Look at the seniors of Fuyao, we elder Cheng ... oh, then don't need to That ’s it, and they ’re in charge. That ’s Jian Xiu! The first time I saw a live Jian Xiu ... Although my temper is not good, it ’s okay. I talked to a sword master above Yuan Shen. This is enough. I've been blowing cows for years. "

Liu Lang shook his head and said dumbly, "Tang Zhenren left me a life, and I want to stay and serve him. Besides, I have a low level of skills, and I only have to hold back behind Cheng Zhenren, so I have to remember first, and then return. "

Nian listened greatly, and hesitated, and suddenly said to Liu Lang: "You ... you, Elder Cheng may be willing to accept you as an apprentice."

Rokuro lowered his head and stopped speaking.

This journey has not happened for more than a hundred years, and they have been robbed no less than ten times by various monsters and demon.

Cheng Qian slashed two demon repairers who tried to come in to kill and win the treasure in the middle of the night, and felt that he could be described as a murderer in this period of time. A thin layer of blood frost had formed on Frost Blade, and Ying Qian's eyebrows involuntarily climbed to a layer of murderous intention, which seemed even more strange.

Since the outbreak of a demon dragon in southern Xinjiang, the demon repairers seemed to be ready to rebel, gathering forces everywhere, and the method was very simple and rude-slaughtering men, women, and children in a city, occupying them directly, covering the tower with blood and hanging The human head, then artificially reversed the clear air flow in the city, and established several magic cities.

Unfortunately, Bing Xinhuo is in the magic city's territory.

The so-called "Bing Xinhuo" is actually not a real fire, but a special stone. According to legend, the outer layer of this object is as cold as millennium ice, but it contains a warm jade full of aura, which can preserve the corpse for thousands of years. It's not that the corpse has been frozen, and it is as fresh as the fresh one. It is the foundation stone of Zhaoyang in the southern Xinjiang city.

The southern Xinjiang is dying hot and the radon is rampant. It can be described as a bad climate. Only Zhaoyang City is like spring in all seasons because of this ice heart, and merchants have gathered here, gradually becoming the first city in southern Xinjiang ... Now those magics are cheaper now. head.

Nian greatly sighed heartlessly, "I originally thought," This Bingxinhuo "is a city foundation, how can others be willing to give it to us? We can't win it by hand-this is all right, Zhaoyang City was demon heads. Occupy, no matter whether we are robbing or tricking, we will not hurt morality.

Cheng Qian didn't believe it was a coincidence, and took a meaningful glance at Tang Yan.

Tang Yan was also generous, saying frankly: "What a coincidence? I had expected that the South would be chaotic. I came here to find fish in muddy waters. The so-called" natural machine "means to listen to all sides and look at all directions. Recently, the magic of the southern Xinjiang has gathered, and there have been changes in the various martial arts. The Tianyan Department has mobilized many masters to come. I guess it's almost the same, but I didn't expect that there was such a big movement. . "

Cheng Qian's mind was surprised, what's wrong with Han Yuan's incarnation? He incarnates into a dragon-but he still heads north. Is he going to the Imperial City?

Doesn't he remember that he hated Zhou Hanzheng for painting souls, and wanted to look for the obscurity of the court?

Cheng Qian and Tang Yan have been entangled for many years. Although the two are not very enthusiastic because of their personalities, they are somewhat like "the gentleman's friendship is as light as water", but after all, he is also less worried than others. Cheng Qian asked bluntly, "Brother Tang, let me ask you something ..."

Tang Xun said indifferently: "Your four masters?"

"Exactly," Cheng Qian asked, "in my opinion, are my four masters really two souls?"

Beneath Fuyao Mountain, he did not recognize the puddle when he grew up. One Han Yuan was always trying to let go of this strange girl, but the other was going to kill.

Under the sky robbery, one of Han Yuan's words stabbed the demon bones of the puddle alive, while the other dragged back the magical energy in pain to save the puddle ...

"I don't think you understand what it means to" enter the path with the demon "," Tang said. "The other half of him is nothing but the demon he raised himself. At his level of cultivation, demon. Already out of his control, he will eat back his master instead. How do you say this? The demon is him and not him. His deepest hatred must be exactly the same as that devil, but if ... your master slams him in The possession of the monster is barely justified. "

Cheng Qian: "How did he come to this step?"

"I don't know, I can only give you a guess," Tang Yan thought for a while, and said with no taboo, "For example, I am now a lonely ghost and I want to have a flesh again, Sacrifice is of course the best. Not only does the body not rot, but it can also cultivate the other person as their own. Although the way of taking the house is a magical technique, I don't necessarily believe it. I just disdain to go this way, but At this time, it would be more convenient for me if I have a stubborn heart demon. What I want but I do n’t want to do, it can be done. I can get what I want, and I can pretend that it was not originally intended, Isn't it innocent and cheap? "

Tang Yan said "I don't know" in his mouth, but his words were like words, Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment.

Tang Yan said, "Your devil master, did you have a harmonious relationship with you then?"

Cheng Qian's fingers tightened the frost blade in his hand fiercely, his voice pressed into his throat, and he whispered, "Better than his own."

Tang Yan smiled softly: "That's not right, he is low-key, and the martial arts is in danger. Instead of being able to defend the enemy, he is used by the enemy and killed you by mistake. What has he seen from the same door since then? You? By simply drawing your soul, you will let the sword of the devil go to the side of the sword—the way of the devil can only be achieved by strong and weak people. Speaking of them, your four masters are also personal talents. "

"Don't say it," Cheng Qian stood up stupidly, hoping to go back immediately to find Yan Zhengming, and said quickly, "I'll go to help you get the ice heart tonight, brother Tang told me the regulations."

Magical indulgence / desire, the magic city never sleeps.

That night, Cheng Qian dived into the city alone.

He condensed his popularity, passed through the layers of **** magic obstacles, and found out the map of the city Tang Tang gave him from his arms, and carefully checked for a moment, and at a moment hesitant--the three bell and drum gates in the inner city, Bingxin fire in the middle In the open space, the streets extending in all directions can just remove the suffocation and humidity here. Cheng Qian had thought that he had dug out before he knew it, but who knows where the ice-hearted fire was at this time. The impenetrable demon head was occupied, and they ridiculously set up a pavilion on the fire of ice.

Cheng Qian looked at the small building full of extravagant voices in front of him, and he was very helpless. He hid in the corner of the street, not knowing whether he should just rush in with a sword, cut people to grab stones, or mix in low-key.

Just then, a sudden footsteps sounded from the street corner.

A demon who had few cloth heads on his body came to this side drunk.

Cheng Qian didn't care at first. After he converged and became angry, the magicians basically regarded him as a person, and no one paid attention to him.

But the returnees had some weirdness. When they saw Cheng Qian from a distance, the demon Xiu gathered up curiously, turned around around Qian Qian, and saw that his appearance was wooden and his body was not a little bit popular, so he reached out with a smile. He touched his face and sniffed with a tip of his nose, and said, "Who's this confiscated? Good quality, cheaper me ..."

With that said, the magician was eager to submerge the hand probe process.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He got fur on the spot and got goosebumps fiercely.

The magic repairer was too drunk, and he swayed slowly and said to himself: "Why ... how can you move by yourself? Hey, your original owner must be a lot of fun ..."

Cheng Qian couldn't bear it. The sharp cold could not help but let out. The magical spirit awakened, facing the last pair of killing eyes. At the next moment, he didn't have time to sting, his throat was cold, and he was already a sword. Penetrated.

After this battle, Cheng Qiandang rejected the idea of ​​"cautiously mixing in" before he vetoed. He directly transformed into a ghost image and rushed into the wall of the courtyard.

There was a row of dead bodies in the wall. Some of them were not cleared immediately after death. It was also clear that it was a monk. Cheng Qian swept away and found that the dead body was not complete, either lacking arms or short legs, or there was only one left. Solitary head, I do not know who to match.

There is a female repairman in the corner. At first glance, she looks like a puddle. Cheng Qian suddenly burst into her heart. She could not help but glance at her two more. She saw that her cheeks were slightly full, and there was a little cinnabar mole on her brows. His skinny little sister who would put chicken feathers on his head was pretty, but unfortunately it had disappeared from below his chest.

Hong Yan ended in such a way, even Cheng Qian could not bear to look at the iron heart, he clenched the frost blade, and fluttered on the roof of the small building against the corner.

At this time, Cheng Qian discovered that the small building was not a building, but a magic weapon—it looked like an ordinary restaurant on the outside, but it was scary inside. It was half a mile wide and divided into several floors.

He looked in at a glance. There were hundreds of magic repairs in the building. He was frantically searching for / huan / composition / music. A strange smell that didn't know what was going straight to the top of the building. The sweetness was mixed with fishy smell and let Cheng Qian Feeling a little sick.

There is a dark room at the bottom corner of the small building. There are many people locked in it. They are too far apart, and it is not clear whether the clearance is a monk or a mortal. I saw a few magicians walking over to open the door. After a while, they were as thick as an adult arm. Dragged a young man out of his chains.

The man was originally in white, and the front was covered with dried and black blood. He was dragged out half dead and hung on the platform in the middle of the field.

A short Moxiuchi / Shoulder came into play, holding a steel whip in his hand, and made a circle around the field. He fought and beat the man under the eyes of everyone, and he splattered with blood, surrounded by a group of big and small devil heads. Live like Chinese New Year.

Cheng Qian was curious for a moment, so he stopped to look twice. He felt that the short devil looked very heavy, but he didn't seem to intend to put the man to death. He wondered, "Is this to keep slowly tormenting? Or the man with the whip is kind and wants to stay His life? "

Before he was puzzled, Cheng Qian saw several magic repairmen crawling up onto the stage, with males and females. In the words of his master, they all looked very hurt, but they didn't know anything about it. A few steps, this way The group walked with a half-pillar scent, twisting everything from the hair to the toes, and twisting them all over the body, and a group of two-footed snakes twisted to the middle.

Cheng Qian wondered in his heart, "What's happening now?"

The next moment, he was stunned to find that the group of demon monks had gathered together in all hands, and climbed on the man who was hung up, stabbed / desecrated the half-dead man from beginning to end, and chopped his clothes Hold the pipa half-faced, and then do the **** / concubine around him.

Cheng Qian: "..."

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