MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 31

The sky's light gradually passed through the cloud shadows, and the long smoke in the valley disappeared.

Cheng potentially knelt in place, not knowing how long, not knowing how to get up, and where to go when he got up.

In his mind, there was a scene of Master covering the rain for him on a heavy rainy night, a scene of Master Fuyao shaking his head and shaking his mind to read the scriptures, and a brain full of Fuyao Wooden Swords connecting himself, whether he wanted to see it or not They all demonstrated there.

In the end, they all fell into a reckless world and were caught off guard by surprise.

Cheng Qian is like a fledgling bird who just flew around in a hurry. He wanted to come back and praise him with joy, but found that his nest was gone. From now on, he will be able to go through the sky and turn the clouds. He couldn't get the comforting compliment he wanted.

Cheng Qian didn't want to admit that he was afraid, he thought he was just lonely.

Only then did Qian Qian find out that he needs an enemy so much. As long as he has such an enemy, he can set a clear and powerful direction for himself in the next ten, twenty years or even his whole life. China draws boundless power, and resolutely walks on it.

But no.

The Master seemed to have seen him through, expecting what he would instinctively choose when he was most helpless, so beware of leaks.

Mu Chun and Jiang Peng, the unknown Master of the Northern Ninth Emperor, and the grievances of the Four Saints and Five Saints, he did not disclose a word. All the stories were stuffed into a copper coin and buried in the soil. No **** for hatred growth was left to Cheng Qian. With all his heart, he forced him to throw away all the walking sticks, and after crying, he got up.

At the same time, Mu Chun also gave him a small tail—a puddle that was out of breath.

With the current intelligence of the puddle, she was not quite able to understand what happened. She was so hungry that she looked for her master first, but could n’t find her. There was only one brother who didn't bother her.

Even though she was born with natural skin and no small temperament, it was finally unbearable at this moment. The puddle found that she had been crying for a while and no one managed it, so she had to be self-reliant, and cried with tears in her arms. .

When Cheng Qian returned to God and thought of her, she had used only five deciduous teeth to poke out several pits on one side of the wooden sword.

Tian Yao's deciduous teeth were born so stiff, and it was extraordinary.

Cheng Qian quickly supported his sore and numb knee, and then he got up, and opened his mouth in the puddle: "Spit it out!"

The puddle spit at him with two pieces of wood chips: "Ah!"

Then she was choked by a brother to a river and forced a gaggle according to her head. For the first time in her life, the puddle faced the "unreasonable" side of the three brothers, and she immediately quit.

Cheng Qian glared at her: "No crying."

The puddle screamed in protest: "Ahhhh!"

Cheng Qian Iron-heartedly let her call, her eyelids did not lift up.

The puddle silently wiped tears for a while, and soon found that crying was crying in vain. Master didn't know where to go. There were only two of her and three brothers. There was no place for the complaint, so she wanted to open it. After staying at the pump, I calmed down honestly, looking forward to seeing my conscience and finding something for her.

Even catching meat bugs is fine.

Cheng Qian was rescued by a wooden sword that had been swept away by a puddle and washed in the water. He was not in the mood to coax the child and placed her by the river, warning him seriously: "Sit here, don't Disturb. "

After that, he rolled up his trouser legs and got into the water, trying to catch fish clumsily.

There are no other advantages of the puddle. Only the one who knows the current affairs can be praised. From his actions, he immediately judged that his meal was gone, so he sat silently by the river and waited, as if a training had Vegetarian puppy.

However, the fish was not so easy to catch. Cheng Qianqian had never done anything like going to the house to expose the roof tiles and entering the water to touch the fish. It was even impossible to get into the martial arts. He had no experience with these things. He slipped past his hand, occasionally with a deliberately hard tail, and the hard scales cut through his hand several times.

It was getting dark and the puddle could not wait. She finally crouched hungry and hungry on the shore and fell asleep with a finger in her mouth involuntarily.

Cheng Qian walked barefoot in the icy river water, glanced at her, straightened up his sore waist, and lowered his head, licking the wound on his hand.

Master said that one day he could reach the sky, and he found that he could not catch a fish.

He didn't know which plants in the Valley of Worry were poisonous. He didn't dare to rush to pick the fruits and leaves. He didn't dare to provoke birds and beasts because he was unarmed, and who's who had a meal might not be sure.

No one looks down on him all day long, always feeling that he is the peerless power of the future, but he can't even get a little food.

At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was a little bit of panic, and the beasts roared gradually in the mountains and forests in the distance. Cheng Qian listened for a moment, frowned frantically, landed on the shore in three and two steps, hugged the puddle of sleepy sleep, and squeezed the wooden sword in his hand, thinking about where to stay safely overnight.

Just a blink of an eye, the roaring sounds of those beasts that seemed far away were approaching one after another, and they seemed to sing in all directions, straining Cheng Qian's nerves.

Cheng Qian didn't dare to hesitate, and ran towards the upper reaches of the river with a puddle. Unfortunately, the sky was unsatisfactory. At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the dense forest and fell straight in front of him to block the way. The gasp of his breath became clearer in the dark, and his green eyes stared viciously at the two fine-skinned children.

Cheng Qian slammed his feet and stepped back halfway across the chest.

Then four rumors came, and in the blink of an eye, several big wolves came out from everywhere and surrounded Cheng Qian and the puddle firmly. Each of these wolves was as big as a pony. The eyes staring at the two of them were all straight, tusks were clear.

The puddle did not dare to curl up in Cheng Qian's arms at this moment. At this time, the half of her blood lineage inherited from the demon had no deterrent effect on the wolves. Presumably, even if she is an ancient beast, at this moment she is just a little weaned cub. It's just that these big beasts with sharp teeth and sharp mouths are not afraid of her at all.

Cheng Qiang's group of wolves held the wooden sword expressionlessly. He knew that he could not show the slightest cowardice in front of these beasts, and it was loose for a moment, which was enough for the big wolves to tear him and the little sister into rags. article.

Cheng Qian's wrist shook slightly, and he set up the hands-up gesture of Fuyao Wooden Sword, while whispering to the puddle in his arms, "What about your wings? Let's fly away."

The puddle heard this, her face turned red, but she did n’t know if she was too hungry or was scared by the big wolf to drop the chain for a while, only to hear a “snap”, only her back grew. A pair of thin, slender wings, fanned, and Jo Mo can also be used as a fan.

Cheng Qian immediately felt bad, and sure enough, as soon as the wolf saw the wings of the puddle, he immediately saw his weak camouflage and purpose, and it suddenly fell down, growling lowly, as if ordered. The moment Cheng Cheng leaned over, the muscles on his arm had been tightened to the extreme. Then, he heard a wind blowing behind him, and Cheng Qian turned around unconsciously, turning the third move of Pengcheng Wanli vertically. Out, the torn wooden sword drew a sharp arc, avoiding the beast's minions precisely, and struck the wolf's jaw fiercely.

His swordsmanship is indeed hard work, at least as far as the two styles he has practiced are much better than his masters who do not seek much understanding.

There was a hint of slyness flashing in the head wolf's eyes, and he ordered again. The two wolves on both sides immediately emerged from both sides, blocking his retreat intentionally or unintentionally.

Cheng Qian was tortured by aggrieved, hurt, and violently tortured a half-dead. At this time, facing the greedy gaze of the big wolf, he was finally forced out of his anger.

Under the impulse, Cheng Qian slammed it up, but this impulse hit the other side by accident, which was just the experience of "Pepsi."

The mind and the sword complement each other. The tattered wooden sword just stirred up a bunch of sharp edges. Peng Cheng's moves were immature. His sword handle abruptly turned away, and he suddenly turned into the sea tide sword he had been practicing. The elbow was against the sword's edge, and he did not flash into the mouth of a big wolf unnecessarily.

The sharp sword and the fangs collided violently, Cheng Qian's sleeve shattered into two parts, and a half-inch deep wound was scraped from the wrist to the elbow.

The wolf hissed and screamed, and Cheng Qian's not so strong wooden sword was broken.

And the second big wolf has reached its minions at this time, and it is grasping towards the neck of the puddle. Cheng Qian quickly changed his hand holding the puddle, regardless of the broken sword, and the remaining half was swept up. The tip of the big wolf's nose was severely damaged, and he fell on his back. He also bumped Cheng Qian back three or four feet.

The blood of Cheng Qian's injured arm immediately covered the puddle. The **** stimulus made the little girl pale, her body trembled, as if she was afraid of the extreme. Before Cheng Qian had time to comfort, she felt that the girl in her hand was heavy. Already mentioned in the middle-the puddle spread out her large wings that were inactive at the time.

The sky demon holding his wings in the wind did not even buffer, and flew straight up and down into the sky, and the rising wind lifted the wolf back.

The head wolf apparently did not expect this, and immediately roared angrily, and jumped up, trying to catch Cheng Qian's calf. Unfortunately, it was no longer enough, the head wolf landed suddenly, and turned angrily a few times.

Cheng Qianyu, who had no intention of killing in his heart, bowed down to the wolf's eyes through the moonlight, and the wolf was stiffened, and he stiffened in place for a moment. "Woohoo" clasped his tail.

The puddle took Cheng Qian and didn't fly too far. After all, she was young, she just took off the force as soon as she passed the valley, and the two fell down on the hillside with shame.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and grabbed a half-sword of wood to get up, and tore a piece of wood from his clothes, blocking the bleeding arm in a rush, so as not to attract more beasts.

He wants to light a fire, to find food, to choose a place to stay overnight, and to be alert to the surroundings. At this moment, the wound on his hand was sore and painful, covered with cold dew, and there was a little sister who couldn't take care of himself.

Walking in the crisis-ridden valley of worries, Cheng Qian found that he did not have time to ponder the love, hatred, and hatred of Master and those devils, and he was not alone.

It is imperative that he must go out of this valley without knowing anything, and send the head seal and the little sister back to the martial arts.

On the shores of the East China Sea, after the storm at sea, the talents of Qinglong Island have been long overdue.

Because Master never told the disciples what kind of organization the people on Qinglong Island were, and never introduced the disciples to who is what power, Yan Zhengming had no idea of ​​courtesy or nostalgia.

The storm did not calm down, he had ordered the children to release all the boats carried on the big boat and go down to catch people.

Li Yuan and Han Yuan all gathered in the cabin, and together they turned out the pile of inseparable books in Cheng Qian's luggage. Yan Zhengming whispered as a donkey as if he was twirling around in situ, pointing at his hand: "Look for Regarding the charms, Han Yuan, do n’t have to flip through that stack, he has n’t unpacked it yet, he may not have seen it, hurry up! ”

"Don't rush, don't rush, I seem to see ..." Li Min raised a hand, "Brother, do you think this is it?"

Yan Zhengming immediately threw the book in his hand aside, snatched it up and snatched it, and read it carefully against the description of the tracker in the book: "What the **** is this book?"

Han Yuan hurriedly said, "What did it say?"

"Upper ..."

At this moment, a boy suddenly broke in out of the door and interrupted him: "Master, there is a real person looking for you."

"Noisy, everyone is lost and busy!" Yan Zhengming waved his hands without raising his head, then read the notes to Li Ye and Han Yuan, "This is said to be the person who engraves the charm and the one who follows the charm. There was an induction. I engraved the thing by myself, and it felt like a fart after the engraving. What is the induction? "

After hearing this, Li Yan's face changed: "Brother ..."

Yan Zhengming: "Don't just talk, what do you want to say?"

Li Yan: "Have you ever thought that our tracker at that time might have been unsuccessful."

Yan Zhengming froze, and it took a while to say, "But small copper coins ..."

He slaps a palm on his forehead in annoyance-all blame Cheng Qian, carrying a stinky shelf that "I don't show mountains or water but I'm reliable", making him believe at the time. A little boy just getting started!

If Cheng Qian's **** is really reliable, can he be missing now?

At this moment, another Taoist boy ran in, holding a tattered ribbon in his hand, and was shocked and said, "Master, they got this ..."

Li Yan's pupils shrank, and he snatched up: "This was tied to the waist of my little sister, and the tracer in the middle is gone!"

Several teenagers were overwhelmed in their cabins.

Suddenly, a woman interjected rudely, "Tracker? What tracker?"

Li Xuan looked back and saw that Tang Wanqiu, who was like a chicken and a chicken, did not know when he was on their boat and was looking at the ribbon.

What is she doing here?

Li Ye was a little bit surprised, and the junior ritual greeted: "Tang Zhenren."

Yan Zhengming gave a hard glance at the Taoist boy who was kicked out after the first report. He crossed Li Li in two steps, and deducted the black pot to his own Taoist boy in a grand manner: "Why can't the predecessor come? of."

Tang Wanqiu waved her hands, and she didn't seem to care much. She pulled the satin cloth from Li Yan's hand, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Isn't this something for the teacher?"

At this juncture, how can Yan Zhengming have the patience to chat with her? However, Tang Wanqiu was a senior and had to deal with it. He had to suppress the anxiety between his eyebrows and said, "This is our younger sister. She is still young. We are afraid that she will lose her when we go out to hang on her Just in case-forgive me, the master doesn't know where to go right now, or you come first to have a cup of tea? "

In the latter sentence, he didn't control his mouth, and it sounded almost the same as the order of customers.

Fortunately, Tang Wanqiu himself is not delicate, like a straight female mallet, he did not even hear his rudeness.

Tang Wanqiu said, "I don't think you should look for it anymore, just because of the few spells you carved out, they were already blown up by the two big devil heads."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Which pot did not mention which pot, did this woman come to deliberately block them?

Sometimes it makes sense to look at a person. A person who doesn't even care about his own image—especially a woman—except for those who have hidden feelings, most of them are mavericks like Tang Zhenren who never look at others.

Yan Zhengming looked at Tang Wanqiu's square face with a wider chin than her head, and was filled with anxiety, thinking about how to send her away as soon as possible. He hadn't figured out how to speak, but Tang Wanqiu seemed to be more impatient than him. He didn't even have the politeness and comfort. He went straight to the theme: "The Lord of Qinglong Island ordered me to invite you to the island and follow me."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Li Yan knew his dog's temper, lest he offend Tang Zhenren with his words, and took a step forward, reminding him in a low voice: "Brother."

However, to his surprise, Yan Zhengming neither jumped on the spot nor made a leap. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Why do the island owners condescend to see our younger generations, do they know their teachers?"

In the late Tang Dynasty, Qiu Nong raised an eyebrow, and each eyebrow seemed to say, "Nonsense, otherwise?"

Yan Zhengming's heart leaped wildly and said: "But the teacher is still missing. Can I ask the island owner to help ..."

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