MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 63

"The one in my hospital? Have you read it correctly?" Cheng Qian asked with a little doubt.

Several people returned from Suzaku Tower, but still settled in the restaurant in the small town on the border of southern Xinjiang. Yan Zhengming picked out the causes and consequences he saw in the seal of his head--the head went to the end, and disappeared. Ambiguity that should not be mentioned.

"At that time, when I was hot, I used it to copy the scriptures every day. I didn't see any difference," Cheng Qian shook his head. "Isn't it just a flat stone? I thought it was at most a bigger jade." . "

The puddle asked curiously, "Is there really a stone in the world that can make people think about it? Brother Three, what did you think when you copied it, did you realize it?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He just doubted that the stone would probably be worth a little bit of money. If he ever thought that if the Fuyao was too poor to expose the pot, he would carry the thing down the mountain and find someone to sell it for carving.

...... It doesn't seem to be realized.

Cheng Qian managed to maintain the innocence of his face and calmly said, "Of course I have to get rid of distractions when copying the scriptures. What can I think of?"

The puddle was so impressed by the sudden feeling that she could never be mindless.

Li Xun interjected: "Your three brothers were only in their early ten's. All you can think of throughout the day is to practice your words and swords well. Breathe into your body early, so that Han Yuan will not bother him when he digs his eggs. , Brother Xianglu, go away a little ... uh, Brother Master, I didn't mean that. "

In the eyes of Yan Zhengming, Li Yigan laughed and broke the topic: "Such a strange stone has only such a unique piece from the floods to the present. It will definitely not care about these messy trivial matters. It is necessary to think of things that cannot be achieved, which cannot be reached by manpower. "

"Don't show that you can," Yan Zhengming interrupted him. "You tell me, what is the" Three Life Secret "?"

"You seldom excite me, I really have heard of this." Li Yan leaned back on the chair, raised his chin slightly, and said proudly, "Three thousand secret places in the world, six thousand little secret places, except for a few people Occasionally, most of them are unknown, and the 'Three Life Secrets' was first recorded in ... "

"?" Cheng Qian hesitated, "Is the one with a full wall carved on the bottom floor of the building? I have seen it when I was young, and I haven't seen any secrets."

"After listening to me, the content of the exercises mentioned above is very boring, but in the end there is a volume called 'Anecdotes', you must not have seen them," Li Min said shaking his head, "that 'Anecdotes' It ’s really interesting. I told a lot of stories about the devil, what hatred, what I hate because of love, and what was seduced by others ... some of the little stories are quite ups and downs. "

Cheng Qian had no idea what he was proud of.

Li Xun said, "One of them is the" Three Life Secret Realm "record. According to legend, this secret realm appeared once every three thousand years, and the path was nowhere to be found. It was only opened to the destined person, but other secret realms let the inhabitants die nine lives, but They gave them great opportunities, but this 'Three Life Secret Realm' is very special. It has driven 'Fateful People' crazy.-According to legend, there is a mirror in this secret realm that allows people to see the person or thing they care about most. End. "

Puddle: "End?"

These two words are not good words, and they sound a bit immortal.

Li Xun nodded: "Well, for example, if you have hollowed your mind and thought of immortality, you will see in the mirror that you are dangling from the old woman, blowing lights and waxing. What do you most want to see? Know what it's like. It's an understatement to say that, and I really can go in and go around, no one can remain indifferent. "

Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "Is there any problem with the" fate "in this secret?"

He had almost sorted out a cause and effect in his heart-Tong Ru, the ancestor, somehow strayed into the secret of Sansheng. After hearing that, he must have seen the blood of the Fuyao faction cut off, and then hurried to find the owner of Suzaku Tower, Xu Yingzhi. Xu Yingzhi gave him a gossip, which seemed to be a draw.

Later, Tong Ru found his mind to be a stone by some means. Both the demon in the group of demon valleys and the island master Gu had discouraged him. However, he insisted on his own way, and even went into trouble. Later, he triggered a series of subsequent events. According to Xu Yingzhi, Tong Ruo was counterproductive, but instead pushed the Fuyao faction to the point where his blood was cut off.

"Second Brother, you know everything," Shui Keng said with emotion, "but when do you plan to change me back?"

Li Yan: "This ..."

Yan Zhengming also perplexed and asked, "And your pile of useless grass is enough to raise sheep. Have you gotten out of avoiding poison?"

Li Yan: "I ..."

"That's not fast yet!" Yan Zheng yelled, pushed the chair away, stood up, and just walked away, "I want to go back to sleep, don't bother me."

The impetuous spirit of the head was almost overflowing with words, and the remaining three looked at each other.

The puddle heard a door tremble, shook his feathers, jumped to the table for unknown reasons, and asked, "Who recruited him?"

Her two elder brothers reflected on each other for a while, and looked at each other with "It's you" eyes, shirk responsibility.

In the end, Cheng Qian was first condemned by his conscience. He touched his nose and said a little embarrassingly, "It seems to be me."

Shui Hang and Li Yan said in unison: "What have you done?"

Cheng Qian is actually more confused than them, as if somehow, the master suddenly ignored him-don't look in his direction, don't take his word, and when he speaks, either look down and look forward, or pretend to think about something, In short, it's totally when he doesn't exist.

When entering the room, Cheng Qian deliberately sat next to him. As a result, their wonderful head brother came to sit on the spot, his skin was so stretched that he could cut it off and become a pants belt. Taking the fan behind his face, he said, "Sell yourself, don't sell yourself."

The three looked at each other and felt that the expressions of the other were "the head took the wrong medicine again" and "the head took the wrong medicine every day", so they had to disperse.

Li Yan closed for two days, and refined a few bottles of drug avoidance. I didn't know what it could do, anyway, it was better than none. In the past two days, the puddle felt that her body was gradually trapped and her power gradually became loose. , So practicing with a bird's body every day is much harder than when working as a human.

Yan headed the door and stayed away from the door. Every day, he didn't see anyone, and shouted to the people outside the door.

It ’s not a day or two that the big brother made trouble unreasonably. Since he was a child, Cheng Qian ’s usual solution is to go back to practice silently. He does n’t need to talk to him anyway, and he will be fine in two days.

But this time, Cheng Qian was always involuntary, thinking back and forth in the heart of what Zhen Li's Li Zhi had said that day.

Finally, Cheng Qian got up silently and glanced at the spotless room and the cold water on the table. He felt his indignity. He turned to open the door and silently fell outside Yan Zhengming's room, as if a piece of paper. The frightened leaves, not even a grain of dust, sat down on the slightly raised eaves.

This year is the fifteenth moon and the sixteenth circle. In the mid-autumn day, it was a little lacking. The night sky in the southern Xinjiang was clear and the moon was shining. After a long time, I still felt a little dazzling. graceful.

When I was a kid on Fuyao Mountain, every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the master would take them to worship the ancestors and worship the moon, and then lead them to the "I do n’t know" to share the cakes and fruit, and the master thought he was an adult Master often asked Master to make a new wine, but Master always used him as a child to fool, took a large pot of sweet-scented osmanthus syrup, and gave him a taste of the wine at the bottom of the glass, tricking him into saying that it was authentic osmanthus wine.

Later, this little habit was saved to Qinglong Island by the elder brother. Every time you drink alcohol, you must use osmanthus sugar water to make it, otherwise it doesn't feel like taste.

The path of practice is long, and the annual festivals seem to be one point after another. Once, once, as if the previous ones can follow the passage.

But Cheng Qian recalled these, and he felt that those long memories always seemed to be separated from his own flowers.

He found his blood was cold.

Cheng Qian suddenly fell down from the eaves.

At this time, the old shopkeeper had rested, leaving only his daughter to settle accounts, and was shocked by Cheng Qian who suddenly appeared in front of her. The little lady in the shop was impressed by his unethical dead virtue, and told him Speaking a little bit timidly, he stepped forward timidly and asked, "What did the boy say?"

"Er ..." Cheng Qian felt that he was stupid when he said it. He hesitated for a moment, smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and found a small change. "A girl with labor helped me to buy something. "

After a while, Cheng Qian knocked on Yan Yan's door with two wine barrels and a paper bag.

There was an impatient voice: "Where is the retreat, what is the noise?"

For the first time, Cheng Qian encountered such a random closure.

He stood silently at the door and said, "Why should I be so kind with him?"

In retrospect, when did he politely knock on Yan Zhengming's door? When did you carefully coax Yan Yanming?

"Do I have panic too?" Cheng Qian thought so.

Then he swiped a finger and easily opened the door of this restaurant room. Cheng Qian unhurriedly lifted his clothes and broke into the door. He shook his sleeves slightly and stunned when Yan Zhengming was stunned. He nested things on the table, and then said, "You're almost done, isn't it?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Yan Yanmen, sitting cross-legged, blinked dreamily, his eyes fell on the wine barrel and oil paper bag on the table, and asked, "What is this?"

Cheng Qian glanced at him, took apart the oily paper bag, exposed a few crudely made pastries, and opened one of the jugs, a scent of wine came out, and the other jug ​​was filled with sugar. Cheng Qian is afraid The saccharification was not clean, and I lifted the pot and shook it vigorously. Then I mixed the two together and greeted Yan Zhengming, "Come and eat."

Yan Zhengming: "... not to be eaten."

Cheng Qian: "Don't you eat?"

Yan Zhengming silently walked over for a moment.

Cheng Qian stood up and said, "I'll call Brother Two for them ..."

"Hey," Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand and held him. "Don't call, they've been busy these days, and besides ... after you're gone, we don't have the habit of spending holidays-sit down and have a drink with me."

Cheng Qian hesitated, sitting at the table, watching Yan Zhengming took two glasses, poured two glasses of wine, and pushed a glass to Cheng Qian: "Can you drink?"

"Yes," Cheng Qian nodded, "It's just been a long time since I drank."

Yan Zhengming sat down across a table, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's face, and the moonlight was too full for fifteen nights. Cheng Qian always felt that the eyes of the master seemed so dark.

Yan Zhengming said: "I saw that you have only touched clear water all the time and thought it was because of spiritual practice that you can't eat anything else."

Cheng Qian paused, and then calmly said, "I am a spiritual **** in Gathering Jade, concealing the valleys in advance, and food and wine are easy to provoke appetite, desire / disorderly confusion, and it ’s not good when encountering the disaster, so it is unnecessary. Those would simply quit. "

After all, monks are of mortal origin, and the desire to eat is always with them for life, especially food. They have been used for many years. Even if the flesh can break the valley, most monks would not have reached the critical moment of marrow washing or deliberately practiced ruthlessness. Most of the exercises such as desire still retain the habits of the mortal period.

Yan Zhengming nodded, and there were countless words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start from Cheng Qian, so he had to drink with a sullen head.

Cheng Qian took a sip of a glass of wine—saying wine, in fact, the taste of the wine has been washed away by the sugar water, and a strong sweet went straight to the eyebrows. Cheng Qian was a bit uncomfortable for a while, pouting, Putting the cup down again, the sweetness in the mouth was a little bit loose, and it seemed to awaken his dusty senses.

From the chest down, a warm current rushed into the heart, Cheng Qian shuddered a bit, and experienced a long-lost flavor of life.

Yan Zhengming suddenly asked headlessly: "Xiao Qian, are you so strict in self-denial, but also for the purpose of cultivating longevity and approaching heaven?"

Cheng Qian didn't know where this remark came from. He paused and replied, "I never thought about it."

Yan Zhengming looked at him sideways.

Cheng Qiandao: "Master said before that there was no difference in soaring or dying. I did n’t understand it at the time. Now thinking about it, it ’s really the same. It ’s the same, it ’s going to be endless. The heavens are so narrow. What are you thinking about? Alive, everyone is so lively together. "

Yan Zhengming asked softly, "Have you been with me ...?"

"Otherwise?" Cheng Qian didn't seem to have touched the fireworks in the world for years. A sip of "osmanthus wine" that was too light could warm him up. He suddenly reached across the table and caught Yan Zhengming's wrist, whispering. Said, "Brother, I know your difficulties."

Yan Zhengming stunned his hands, the wine almost spilled out, and the whole person froze on the spot. After a while, he was quite awkward to earn his hands, and complained: "Such an adult, less manual feet."

Xu is the role of sugar water. Yan Zhengming's eyebrows, which have been frowning slightly, finally opened a bit. He sighed and said, "You are all right, I can't say there is any difficulty-especially you."

Cheng Qian wiped the glass of his glass with his fingertips and laughed, "I know."

"What do you know?" Yan Zhengming laughed, shook his head, and lowered his head to pick up a piece of snacks brought by Cheng Qian. His anxiety suddenly faded away, and it felt like nothing, anyway, Xiao Qian didn't Go, in the future, Tiannanhai Beidi will follow him around, looking for the opportunity to return to Fuyao Mountain, what can I expect?

Yan Zhengming's mind settled after a few days of frustration. He reached out and twisted the hard shell of the snack, and regained his attitude: "Hey, you are sour, so how can you buy a snack for a few pennies? Is it for humans? "

Cheng Qian laughed: "Eat or not, it's more sophisticated."

After speaking, he held up the wine glass and drank that glass of sugar water mixed with wine.

As soon as the wine rolled into his throat, Cheng Qian noticed something wrong, but unfortunately he couldn't spit it out. Yan Zhengming had no time to talk back, and saw Cheng Qian stunned, as if he could not sit still and reached out and grabbed something. Without waiting for the table to stand firmly, I planted it without warning.

Ju Lingyu, who was killed this day, was a pour!

It's a pity that not everyone can be so peaceful in the mid-autumn night.

In the past few days, the group of people was so anxious that they couldn't dig the ground to find the young master who had disappeared for no reason.

On the mid-autumn night, people outside the Suzaku Tower were full of enthusiasm. Everyone was looking forward to the tower's spire and the door wide open. In front of a luxurious pegasus, the two monks were waiting anxiously for the results of their investigation.

A middle-aged person came in a hurry, shook his head solemnly at the two old men, and whispered, "Senior, there is no news ... the young master wanted to enter Suzaku Tower. Do you think he will follow those people that day? Are you mixed in? "

One of the old men shook his head and said, "Did you not know the master's cultivation? Even if he had several strange treasures on his body, how could he mix into the Suzaku tower at will? Go and look for ... oh, the master is momentary , Left home alone, the owner told me that I must protect him thoroughly ... "

His voice faded, and a sudden burst of exclamation broke out from the crowd around him. It was time for the Suzaku Tower to open once a year, and the violent heat of the tower was chilled down, and the door exploded with a bang. No one came out of it, only a whisper of black gas looming through it.

I don't know who said, "You see, this year's Suzaku Tower seems to be a bit wrong ..." 2k novel reading network