MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 95

Yan Zhengming's soles were almost stuck, Cheng Qian still looked at him with a word and stopped, three steps away, as if a little helpless and a little helpless.

Yan Zhengming was like this when he was a kid. He felt that the stool was cold and refused to sit. He stood there with a look of displeasure and didn't say a word, waiting for many maids and Dao Tongs to figure out his thoughts. One or two cleverly responded, saving his tongue.

Unfortunately, there is only one piece of wood here, and no one is accustomed to his fault.

Yan Zhengming was struggling with heaven and man for a moment, and suddenly he figured it out in "Desperate Situation." He crossed his heart and thought, "Since he dares to say that kind of thing in stone mustard, what can I do without a face?"

So Yan Zhengming lifted his head and drank the wine in the jade pot cleanly, and the wine jealoused him. He turned the bow of the boat and walked calmly and calmly from the front of Cheng Qian. Qing Anju's courtyard announced to Cheng Qian straightly: "I won't leave today."

This change of face became faster than turning the book, there was no overcast.

Cheng Qian didn't respond: "Uh ... ah?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at him: "Why, do you have an opinion?"

Cheng Qian has no opinion but only attempts.

Yan Zhengming didn't see the ambassador from outside, "Tell your little boy to give me bath water."

Cheng Qian stayed for a moment, without any hesitation, he jumped violently and turned out in a panic.

There is a small pond in the backyard of Qing'anju. It is living water, clear and bottomed, and the entrance is sweet. There is a purification spell at the bottom of the stream upstream of the pond. The water inside can be drunk at the entrance.

Cheng Qian didn't startle Garcinia, nor did he prosthetic others. He did it by himself, and drew a circle of spells in a rusty way to heat the water in the small pool. Like Wonderland.

Cheng Qian squatted next to the pool of water to try the water temperature himself. After working for a long time, he suddenly felt as if he had a cat that was not good at serving. Although he was in trouble and died, he was still serving like a cat.

He was about to get up, but Yan Zhengming stood behind Cheng Qian without knowing when.

Yan Zhengming took the courage with a small amount of drunkenness, and when Cheng Qian was not completely up, he stopped him and hugged him.

His hands were actually sweaty, and he just wiped it on Cheng Qian's belt calmly, meanwhile dragging a lazy long voice, swollen his face and made a fat appearance, and said, "You This place is good, don't you come and wash it together? "

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but blurt out: "... brother, what are you talking about?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Immortal-wrapped poolside, the two were silent for a while.

Cheng Qian noticed that he seemed to be saying something wrong, and quickly tried to remedy: "No, that ..."

He didn't finish a word, and suddenly he struck violently behind him. The embarrassed master jumped into the pool holding him directly. The water that was too warm for Cheng Qian quickly soaked his clothes and wrapped him around him. Cheng Qianjie He trembled well before he could speak, Yan Zhengming had pressed him by the pool and stared at him with burning eyes.

Yan Zhengming supported Cheng Qian's face with one hand, and gently touched his fingertips over the water-stained face. His mind was blank for a moment, and he was overwhelmed by the hot water.

At this point, he decided to go out and kissed without a word.

The water was hot, and the palm of the brother was hotter. Cheng Qian was suddenly out of breath, and he couldn't help but make a few gentle movements. The result was just that, Yan Zhengming immediately let go of him and took a bit Withdrawing carefully.

Cheng Qian was less awake than him, like a fish being thrown out of the water, breathing a few breaths, his chest aching, his eyes restlessly on Yan Zhengming's embarrassment—with an indescribable longing, but he dared not Thunder pool step.

Cheng Qian searched his intestines for a long time, and asked a little whispered, "Brother, are you ... want to do double cultivation with me?"

Yan Zhengming was speechless, and felt that at this moment, he should turn around and run out to cry.

"How much do you understand, and also what is Shuang Xiu," he growled criedly. "Shuang Xiu fart! I just like you and want to be close to you, okay?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

After Yan Zheng roared, he stared nervously at him again. The probe pecked at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Will you regret it?"

The word "close" perfectly evoked the scene in Cheng Qiang's Zhaoyang City. He didn't have a good impression of it. At that time, he roughly looked at it and felt uncomfortable.

This uncomfortable ignited the idea outside of his own rules, as if he was going to the cave when he was a teenager, going through the Valley of the Devil, and looking down from a height, he clearly felt the danger of being unable to speak, but still involuntarily Probe down.

Cheng Qiandao: "Well."

He stunned that the excitement stemming from taboos, and according to his impression of walking away from the horse, he illegally tore off Yan Zhengming's wet clothes, and he was a little at a loss when he was done. He paused to remember how others did it.

Suddenly he regretted that he hadn't looked carefully at that time-in his whole life, he felt what it meant to be "less hated when the book was used."

... until he was indiscriminately pressed against the wall by the elder brother.

Yan Zhengming has been suppressed for too long and has endured for too long, and he no longer wants to be polite with him.

Since then, someone has begun to settle himself as the master of Qing'anju.

Yan Zhengming relied on the first day of Qing'an Curie. Cheng Qian rarely slept late, and when he opened his eyes, he felt very sweet. Although he was a bit incomprehensible, it was not a big deal. The big brother only occasionally fell in love. Exposing it so plainly once, for this reason, Cheng Qian felt that he could do anything.

Yan Zhengming relied on the third day of Qing'anju. Cheng Qian started to be a bit intolerable. Yan Zhengming tossed his Qing'anju to be unclear and uneasy, and he was very sticky—Yan's head was very self-adhesive. One set, he is not ordinary sticky. He often just gives a hint to ask others to stick back immediately after receiving it, so that he can make a "who let me be your brother, should coax you" shape.

In the event that Cheng Cheng does not react, or occasionally hesitates to ignore him, he must be prepared to be searched continuously for a whole day.

There is a saying, "Please ask God to send God easily and difficultly." Yan Zhanmen relied on living in Qing'an for half a month. Cheng Qian has been intolerable and is going crazy. When he wanted to, he would rather face the wall next to the ice lake than chat with Nian who came to visit. Obviously, in addition to his firm will, he was also happy and quiet.

Yan Tian, ​​the master of heaven and earth, was deliberately ignored by him several times, and finally became angry: "Don't you say that you will never be dissatisfied? I'm tired after only a few days! Sure enough, I was an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

Cheng Qian's brain hurts: "Brother, let me live a few more years."

Yan Zhangmen was so annoyed that he ran into the small bamboo forest to practice his sword, and turned the scourge of the bamboo sea in Qing'anju into a bald dipper. Angrily ran back, waiting for Cheng Qian, who came down to see Han Yuan, to come back and reflect on his own.

The days flickered, and in a blink of an eye, the rainy season in Fuyaoshan came, and the whole day went on and on.

Qian Qian was about to go down the mountain on this schedule and was screamed by Yan Zheng.

"Bring this to him." This is the first time Yan Zhengming mentioned Han Yuan and threw out a small bean-sized bead.

Cheng Qian reached out to catch it, feeling that the tentacle was cold, and the tide of rain lingering on him suddenly dissipated.

"In the early years, I got a few beads of water from the westbound palace." Yan Zhengming said, "The fifteenth covenant Tang Tang is about to arrive soon, don't let him look like a chicken."

Obviously in my heart, but always wearing a suspicion of dying, also considered absolute.

Cheng Qian did not meet Han Yuan before going down the mountain, and first met Tang Yan near the foot of the Taiyin Mountain.

Tang Yan is a very worry-free guest. Except for Li Yao who was personally led to travel around the mountain when he first arrived at Fuyao Mountain on the first day, he basically stayed in the house and rarely left the courtyard of the guest room.

Tang Huan held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and did not waste Zhenyuan from the rain. His robe sleeve was wet, he didn't care, and walked in the rain without hesitation.

Cheng Qian let Frost Blade fall to the ground and greeted: "Brother Tang."

Tang Yan said, "Will you go to the Ten Square? Go there."

They didn't talk much about each other. They didn't have a sword, and they walked slowly on the small road that was washed up in the mountains. The sound of wind and rain in my ears is dense, as if everything has slowed down.

Cheng Qiandao said: "With Brother Tang, I feel that I am in no hurry."

Tang Yi said: "Mortal life is mediocre, chased away by fame and fortune. Although the monk has a hundred times thousand times behind him, he still chases the cultivation and realm behind him. He walks against the water between heaven and earth, and for a moment, he will One step away from the avenue, so I can't wait-I am a walking dead, I have nothing to ask for, and of course I am more leisurely than others. "

There was a little doubt in Cheng Qian's mind, he said, "Nothing, what are you doing here?"

However, this confusion passed quickly. Cheng Qian didn't have many friends. One was counted as one. He was unwilling to commit suspiciousness to his friends, and he didn't care much to answer: "I feel that occasionally walking slowly is a transfer. Wouldn't it live like an old turtle if it were so leisurely every day? That wouldn't mean much. "

Tang Yan smiled and switched the topic: "Seeing that the fifteenth contract is coming, I don't know what your head brother thinks? This battle of the dragons bowed down, Tianyan fell, the four saints declined, and Mulanshan elite More than half of the damage was done, and the other small factions were not enough to talk about. Fuyaoshan may be a new party. The major factions will be reshuffled. You must plan early. "

Cheng Qian laughed: "Our brother in charge did not have the ambition to order the world and let the Quartet show congratulations. He wanted to let others not bother him, and he was too lazy to come to the door. After so many years of wandering out, I'm afraid he will get worse after returning . "

Tang Yan said: "Brother Yan is quite unique whether he is the head or sword repairer. His natural heart is quite true to the avenue, and coupled with his outstanding qualifications, maybe he can really be alive in the future."

Fuyao self-reliance has never demanded longevity at the beginning. It always considers itself "humane", and it is amazing to be like Tong Ru. It also puts the tradition of martial arts before personal practice. However, after Tang Yan was an outsider, Cheng Qian did not say more. Just said: "By Tang Xiongjiyan."

Tang Yan said: "But if you say longevity, you are truly unique."

Cheng Qian: "How do you say?"

Tang Yan said: "Serious practice and refining are sometimes the same thing. The three princes have forged themselves into a bone formation. In fact, there is a truth to it. The monks practice their lives against the sky, and the cultivation is stagnant. Turnover into the real yuan, the number of birthdays is here, but you are not the same, Julingyu is born to absorb the essence of heaven and earth. "

Cheng Qian didn't care much and said, "Jade is like human beings, and can't die with heaven and earth. In this way, I feel no different in the same way."

"It's still there," Tang said lightly. "You forged Juling Yu into *, and after a day of calamity, it's considered a half-immortal body. If you are willing to clear it in the Mingming Valley ice pond, there are constant ice ponds. To provide you with a true source that is the same as the physical body, your cultivation will never stagnate, it may not necessarily soar, and you can live forever-oh, don't you misunderstand what I'm persuading you, it's just such a fact. "

I do n’t know if the speaker is intentional or not, anyway, Cheng Qian, the listener, took these words as a breeze, but just laughed: "I only borrowed the spirit from the jade, I did a good job, but I did n’t really want to be one. jade."

Tang Yan glanced deeply at him, saying nothing, but echoing: "Exactly."

Cheng Qiandao: "Speaking of spiritual things, brother Tang is very knowledgeable. I wonder if you have heard of" Listen to Qiankun "?"

With a look of excitement, Tang Xuan asked, "How do you know that 'Listening to Qiankun' is a spiritual thing? Not someone or what method?"

Cheng Qian smiled calmly: "It feels like, what?"

Tang Yan said: "Oh, that's an ancient legend. Some people say that when they listen to Qiankun, they can hear the voice of the upper world. No one knows whether it is true or false."

Immediately afterwards, he turned his voice around, exposing the topic, saying, "Han Zhenren went into the devil, I am afraid that the death penalty is unavoidable, and the living crime is inevitable. I will try my best on the fifteenth day, even if it is imprisonment and suppression, and I will fight for him. On Fuyao Mountain. "

Cheng Qian had to sigh: "Thank you so much."

Unfortunately, the assumption is good, and it may not be realized.

On the fifteenth day, when Fuyao sent everyone to Taiyin Mountain, there were already many people sent here.

This time the people are not too expensive, and the factions have gone back to rest and rest, and only sent one or two representatives to express their opinions. The majors are scattered and scattered, and the center position is reserved. .

Cheng Qian glanced at Tang Ye, and Tang Ye nodded, "Yes, that's for Guipai."

Yan Zhengming said, "Is they going to catch the ducks and sit forward?"

He said nothing, bypassed the crowd by himself, and remained the same, indifferent to others' faces, and found a corner that was not contaminated with everyone, so that Nian had greatly thrown the stone mustard, separated by a small world, and walked in without anybody.

Tang Yan shook his head and told Shangliu to go to the Shifangfang platform. He convened the assembly in the end. He couldn't do the same from the side of the Fuyao.

Stone mustard showed some independence and independence from the crowd. Liu Lang could not help but take a bit of envy and said to Tang Yan, "I hope that I can become a person like Yan Yan one day."

Tang Yan tilted his head patiently, listening to him as he walked.

Liu Lang continued: "I heard from the Taoist children on Fuyao Mountain that this was the case when Yan Zhaimen was a boy. He just wanted to plant flowers and birds on Fuyao Mountain. Later, he happened to go down the mountain for a hundred years. He suffered so hard and became a big generation. Yes, but when I return to the beginning, I still do n’t change my original intention and remain unmoved by the world ... Regardless of whether his original intention seems very unpromising, I really admire it. "

Tang Yan listened and nodded expressionlessly: "It's rare."

But then he raised his head again, glanced indifferently at the monk, and Tang Xuan was a little bit envious in his words, saying, "Unfortunately, the world is not moved, and the world may not be able to tolerate him. Such people usually also There is nothing to end. "

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Liu Lang's response, he walked away to the ten square array site.

Tang Yan briefly said a few words of the scene, and then straightened into the theme: "Tang is afraid to take the initiative, and bother you to discuss the charter today. I personally think that retribution may not be good, and that you may not be able to redeem your death, what do you say? ? "

His words only ended, and an elder of Baihu Mountain Villa took the lead to say, "The Nine Saints of the Pedestrians died in the ten-square array, and the dragon was detained here. Saints and demon dragons can't be bound by those lawless demon heads. They are unrestrained and chaotic, but they are even more smoky, I can't see it ... "

Han Yuan didn't cooperate at all, and he spoke without interruption and interrupted him: "Pedestrians themselves don't restrain their subordinates, and they blame you for your incompetence and poor control of your own territory. Don't expect me to recruit you."

The elder didn't know Han Yuan, but he was asked to say a few words of good words, and for the first time he saw such a person who didn't know how to deal with it, and he stopped for a while.

The person next to him whispered coldly: "Since the devil has said so, what else do you expect? It is better to kill him clean."

It was Xu Xuan, the master of the Xuanwu Church, who was like Xu Xu. He should n’t have come to He Xun himself, but the hatred of the murderer was not shared-Xu Xiaohui died just a year ago, Xu Xu had to be white. There was a faint depression that was about to end.

This is also a generation of saints. To this point, it is really regrettable.

Han Yuan confronted each other: "Isn't it? Let the waste and the demon head be dead and clean, it is better to have these people who are full of energy and devoted to the world."

In stone mustard, Yan Zhengming said to Li Wei: "Can you shut up the jerk?"

Li Yan frowned: "Xu Xu? A little more difficult."

Yan Zhengming: "... I mean Han Yuan."

"Yes." Li Xu turned his head to Cheng Qiandao. "Have a big sycamore tree opposite Han Yuan, did you see that? Xiao Qian, you walk with Xiao Shimei and he just shut up."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

After a while, the puddle turned into a big bird, carrying Cheng Qianfei out of the stone mustard, and landed under the big sycamore tree opposite Shifangtai, where he was able to stare with Han Yuan with big eyes.

Tong He's flaming feathers hang down and stand out from the crowd. Han Yuan, who had uttered the words on the ten-party platform, saw the two of them, and was shut up instantly, but he didn't speak quietly.

Li Yan proudly said: "My young master has a long life and is full of blood and tears, but if it really counts, actually Xiao Qian ’s death hit him the most. You find that he does n’t. Every time his demon encounters Xiao The potential will be weaker ... and the younger sister, who was best with him when she was a child. On that day, he had a magical hair, but said that he wanted to pump her demon bones, felt a little guilty to her, and would naturally restrain her when she saw her. "

Li Yan shook his head and shook his head for a while, feeling that he was so remedy.

Yan Zhengming smashed him with a fan bone in an angry manner, squeezing out a few words from his teeth: "I didn't find it, shut up."

Li Yan silently felt like he had accidentally knocked over someone's vinegar jar.

After all, Xu Xu ’s status is there. It ’s not good to be too bad-mannered. In terms of quarrels, as long as Han Yuan has ceased, he will be lonely. He will suffocate after a while and just utter the following sentence: The hatred is hard to let go, and I do n’t share this person with Xuanwutang, I must kill him! "

This remark awakened everyone's hatred for Han Yuan for a moment, and the talk rang out.

At this moment, a voice came from a distance and said, "The dragon is guilty of blame, and everyone in the world knows that if we are all innocent and innocent with him, we do n’t have to gather together here. Speaking of it, I see Tang Zhenren talking in a certain way. What's the point of being dead for a hundred years, let's live his atonement. "

The crowd looked together, and saw a middle-aged person walking with a few disciples from a distance, as if his figure was flickering, and his fingers had reached his eyes. The middle-aged person was personable and very elegant.

The elder Baihushanzhuang, who had just spoken, greeted immediately: "Zhuangzhu."

It was the owner of Baihu Villa.

The owner nodded, folded his cuffs, and arched at Xu Xu: "Brother, long time no see."

Cheng Qian frowned and looked at the treetop for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes—isn't this good, the old lunatic Ji Qianli on the lock fairy stage?

Why did he suddenly become like a dog!

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