MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 75

Liangyu produces smoke, but it should not be placed before the eyebrows. [Note 1]

This forgetfulness valley is full of a wicked atmosphere.

The last time Cheng Cheng dived into the Valley of Worry, he was still a kid who didn't understand anything, and he didn't understand which door Wulong had run by accident. This time, he consciously walked in, but it seemed as if he encountered a ghost hitting the wall. After walking around for a long time, he always returned to the origin.

At that time, Master ’s death hit him so badly that the road he used to escape the Valley of Forget-Me-Nots with a puddle was already blurred. I only remember that although I was running quite embarrassed, there seemed to be more beasts along the way. Is not particularly dangerous.

However, at this time, his fierce frost blade fell on his side like a sheep, fearing nothing like it.

Cheng Qian silently turned around the real body of the whole body, read the Jingjing Sutra, and drew a trick. In the eye, he touched the frost with a flash of light. Generally, ghost sneaking tricks are inevitable under the eyes of such a god. Nowhere, but Cheng Qian looked around, but frowned slowly.

The valley was so peaceful, it was almost weird.

The mountains are like jade, and the jungle is beautiful. However, a large valley has neither the spirit of the demon nor the clearness of the mountains and rivers.

Quiet, like a painting.

Cheng Qian did not act rashly. He sat silently in the place, hugged Yuan Yi, and tried to sink a little impetuous mood, and then a question floated—he remembered Master said that Shizu "they follow Fuyao Mountain hit the valley of forgetfulness two hundred miles away. "

Why is Forget-Me-Not Valley?

Isn't Fuyaoshan big enough to play well?

When Cheng Qian was young, he had no common sense, and he was obscured by everything in the practice world. He always felt that the ghosts had run into the night and bumped into it. He didn't feel faint until he cultivated the Yuanshen and touched Tianjie. To something ubiquitous-as if everything happening in the world is metaphorical, in line with some mysterious fixed number.

What is the metaphor of "Forgetting Worry Valley"?

Was it a coincidence that he stumbled into the valley of forgetfulness that year?

The sky gradually darkened, and the smell of warm jade smoke in the valley gradually faded. The sound of "rustle" came from the wind, as if countless people passed by him indifferently and neatly.

When the last ray of sunlight fell down the mountain, his frostblade suddenly began to "hum" without warning.

Cheng Qian opened his eyes warily, only to see a ragged mortal child standing in front of him.

The child had thin arms and legs, and looked like he hadn't eaten enough food. Only his head was extraordinarily large, at the age of seven or eight years old, with a grin, he could see the leaking baby teeth in his mouth.

He squatted quietly aside, seeing Cheng Qian open his eyes to see him, then dragged his chin and laughed.

Cheng Qianming had cleared the ice in the ice pond in the valley for decades before breaking out of the wall. He naturally carried the ice, and he was not allowed to enter. If he did not converge, let alone a mortal person, it was a normal monk. Can't help guilty.

But the mortal little cub in front of him had no fear, and curiously reached out his dirty finger in front of him, and slightly clicked on the frost blade full of frost. It may have been iced, and he fangs With a grin, he retracted his fingers and asked, "Xiu Cai, why are you sitting here sleeping alone?"

Cheng Qian paused and said, "I'm not a talent."

"Oh, are you a grandfather?" The child opened his eyes wide. "My dad said that only reading talents wear robes like yours, and rural people can't afford to work in the soil."

A wild child in the countryside who didn't understand anything could not explain it. Cheng Qian didn't say much, just smiled at him.

The child exhaled his teeth and said, "My name is Erlang, do you want to enter the valley? My family lives there."

In other words, he raised his hand and pointed at the direction of Wangyou Valley. Cheng Qian moved a little in his heart. When did Wangyou Valley have someone?

Looking at the child again, Cheng Qian always felt that something was wrong with him. When he stood up, he thoughtfully followed the child who was bouncing to the valley.

Strange to say, the road that was going round and round seemed to suddenly want to open, revealing a smooth road, and put the two of them in happily.

Erlang walks honestly. Sometimes he goes to catch fireflies, sometimes squats to pick flowers, sometimes picks up small stones and throws them in the ditch. Sometimes he grabs Cheng Qian's clothes with his muddy hands and chatter.

"My family didn't live here before. A catastrophe happened a while ago, my father died, and my mother didn't want me anymore, so I moved here with my grandpa and many folks."

Cheng Qian had a vague speculation in his heart and asked, "What disaster?"

"I don't know," Erlang said, "I don't understand. Grandpa, they said it was the immortal's punishment or something. Hey, the immortal died.-Master, where do you live?

As soon as Cheng Qian was stagnant, the child did not expect him to answer. He grabbed Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword without fear, and raised his head pretendingly and said, "You need to be a good official."

Cheng Qian's hand trembled slightly.

Because of his exercises, his temperature was much lower than that of a normal person, and he held an extremely cold object like Frostblade in his hands. This was the case, but he was still frozen by the child.

Cheng Qian lowered his head, and Erlang carelessly showed him a toothless smile, and saw that the child had a few bright red spots between his collar and cuffs.

It is said that only those who froze will have such bright red spots.

For a moment, Cheng Qian suddenly realized that only the place of dormancy could forget the troubles of the world.

He paused and asked in a low voice, "Are you cold?"

Erlang listened, hippie shook his head with a smile: "I still feel hot!" [Note 2]

His eyes were calm, but his face seemed to be blushing.

At this moment, an old whisper came from the distance: "Erlang, come home!"

Erlang listened, and immediately released Cheng Qian's hand, hopping, "Come!"

He jumped lively twice, and told Qian Qian: "My grandfather called me. Lift me, where do you want to go, then ask someone to find out."

After that, the child hummed in the country key, and walked away.

But there is no shadow underneath.

"Ah." Cheng Qian suddenly called and called him, Erlang stared back with a pair of big eyes.

Cheng Qian, holding the countless frost blades of the dead soul, stood quietly in place, in the dark night, like a clear-eyed idol, he said softly: "I was also called Erlang when I was young."

For a moment, he seemed to have mixed fate after seeing countless moods and sorrows.

Since Yuanshen settled in Julingyu, he has never really felt the sorrow and joy in the world.

Erlang listened, looked at him in surprise, grabbed the messy hair, and ran away with a smile.

Cheng Qian exhaled softly, suddenly a certain desire in his heart, if there is a real soul in the world, then ...

He turned into a shadow as a whole, and the wind swept across the beautiful, but dead villages, straight into the valley hinterland.

The last time I met the tiger howling ape and the pack of wolves were gone. Cheng Qian vaguely understood that the hungry wolves and the beasts that let him flee away were just his "heart weapon, hands." "No Minions" was a weak nightmare.

This time, Cheng Qian didn't get lost anymore, and he quickly found the location of Tong Ru's bone.

It was the night of the new moon, and the night sky was like a wash, without seeing Juan Juan. Only the stars were tens of thousands, and the bones of the years seemed to be a bit unspeakable, quiet and kind, which did not look terrible. Cheng Qian could almost feel the faint resonance between Frost Blade and the white bone in front of him.

Just then, the scene changed suddenly, as if a curtain covering something opened.

A voice whispered softly in his ear and asked, "When was the happiest of your life? When was the most painful? Why did you embark on this path, have you regretted it all these years?"

The voice was extremely familiar, but Cheng Qian couldn't figure out where to hear it. For an instant, he saw his Weasel Master rushing into the rain with his young Master in his mouth, still wondering what he was talking about, and his face in the ruined temple. The gray child looked up unknowingly, and there was also a chaffie chicken who had just opened the mud ...

The long road fluttered and reached the Fuyao Mountain. In the gentle and colorful township, the arrogant young man perseveredly directed the little girl to grab a handful of pine nuts for the children in front of him. Xiao Cheng Qian, who had no adult waist height, disapproved I put it in the corner of my eyebrows, and as soon as I left the house, I inadvertently transferred the packet of sugar to the equally nasty teacher.

Cheng Qiangui walked over to God, and reached out halfway to pick up the bag of pine nuts, with one in his mouth. The intense sweet taste stimulated his long and sour tongue, almost bitter.

Cheng Qian could not help but let the child on the stairs walk slowly to the teenager who had to comb his hair eight hundred times that day, watching him tossing a girl and Dao Tong to turn around, and something suddenly came to an end It was drowning like a blast.

Cheng Qianqi stepped forward, raised his hand and carried the young man into his arms, as if holding the only treasure of his life.

At that time, the big brother hadn't opened up yet, and the skeleton still had the thinness peculiar to young people, and his length was slightly slower than his peers. It was only Cheng Qian's lips.

Cheng Qian raised his head slightly, and put his chin on the young man's head. For a moment, his eyes were a little fuzzy.

This was the happiest moment in his life and the most painful moment.

He faced him unhindered, holding the person who missed him most, and knew clearly his life, at the same time, he also clearly understood that all this was false, and all hope was as dim as the line at sunset Sky light.

The years pass, and they are already dead.

At this moment, a sudden sigh came from his ears, Cheng Qian's arms were empty, he looked up, and saw that many illusions had disappeared. The real figure of Mu Chun stood before him. Hands and feet are bound by the black chains, the whole body is shrouded by a white light, and the white light always produces bright swords, shaving his flesh and blood, but he sits side by side with his bones in peace, without seeing any pain .

Cheng Qian: "Master? Master ... This is ..."

Tong Ru nodded at him from a distance and said, "Sin is unforgivable. After death, he was tortured by swords, mountains and swords. Isn't it bloody?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Mu Chun beckoned at him with a smile, and said with emotion: "When I grow up, I still look like a ghost who doesn't look like a face, and it's not flattering at all."

Cheng Qian whispered softly: "Is it like being a demon haunting person every day like a big brother, isn't it very flattering?"

Mu Chun laughed lively: "Since he is so offensive, why are you holding on?"

Cheng Qian's face darkened slightly, he closed his eyes and closed for a long while before whispering, "Yes, the disciples are wanton."

Mu Chun ’s real smile gradually faded, and he wanted to raise his hand and touch Cheng Qian ’s head as usual. When he raised his hand, he found that Cheng Qian was higher than himself. It was a bit difficult to get up. It was a bit awkward for a while. The ground stopped in midair.

Cheng silently put Frost Blade aside and knelt down.

Mu Chun: "How can you be here?"

"The Valley of Anxiety is a dead place on earth," Tong Ru said hurriedly. "Most of the world ’s displaced souls will linger here for a while and then disperse separately. Dead, wait here to die with the plants and trees. It is reasonable to say that living people can't enter. The last time the soul eater and my two fierce things belonged together, it inspired his half-soul chaser, because you are not counted. Living people, their two little things are not yet human, so they are wrapped together ... This time he is no longer a mortal body, and of course he can come and go freely. "

Cheng Qian smiled bitterly: "My soul is in the Three Realms, I am already outside the threshold, and I will not say anything like 'heart is shaped' in the future."

Mu Chun looked at him deeply and asked, "Child, what are you going to forget about Yougu?"

Cheng Qian said the cause and effect originally.

"Oh," Mu Chun didn't have any expression on his face. After a moment, he saw the blood channel coldly. "I thought you came to the grave. After a long time, you came to dig the grave."

Cheng Qian: "..."

It is true though.

Mu Chun put her hands in her sleeves and sighed hummingly: "Well, it's better to have an apprentice than a dog, and you will grow up with white-eyed wolves."

Tong Ru laughed next to him: "I am in love, my sword is not a foreign object. I have wooden swords and masters. Of course, there is no mess around me ... if you say It ’s only the Fuyao wooden sword itself. Why, when you were a kid, did you forget about the introduction of the wooden sword collar? "

For the first time, every teenager picks up the wooden sword, and when immersed in that seemingly ridiculous hand, he will be led to the sword's realm by it. Cheng Qian turned his thoughts and suddenly understood what.

Tong Ru smiled slightly and clanged in handcuffs, saying, "That's it, go, don't come again in the future. And next time you come, I'm afraid we won't see us."

Immortal, wait here to die with the vegetation.

Cheng Qian could not help asking: "Master, did you ever go to the Secret Realm of Sansheng?"

The corner of Mu Chun's real man's eyes twitched slightly, and it seemed to be mentioned a very painful thing in one sentence.

"Well, I have been," Tong Ru said, but the old monk Ruding said, "I went to Xu Yingzhi, and he gave me three big evil hexagrams. He also persuaded me to obey his destiny and be honest and wait for death. I think Such friends are useless to keep the New Year, so go back and pass the head seal to the younger ... Your master, you have no regrets. "

"I don't regret ... what?"

"'If you come back, you will not look back, you will not regret it when you fall,' oh, everyone is also called 'Heart Devil'," said Tong Ru. Secret Realm was an ascendant who had moved from outside the Three Realms to guard the Demon Terrace and separated the human world from the demons. I was a person who was instructed to keep the gate. "

Cheng Qian heard the words paused: "Really?"

"Mostly fake, roughly similar to Hongjun Kaimeng and Pangu Kaitian, just a story," Tong Ru looked at him with a smile, and when the million demon ancestors laughed, they were not scary at all, but very kind, But I do n’t regret the fact that the stage is real.

Cheng Qian blurted out: "Is everything a stone?"

"After I entered the mysterious realm of three lives, I was deeply obsessed with it. I went into the devil and took the big steps of the world. Regardless of the persecution of the Four Sages, he will sacrifice millions of souls and make a ransom wish for it. "

His last few words actually meant to be sensible. Cheng Qian remembered the master's phrase "the person strangled in your hand" when he first sealed the soul of Beiming.

"The undead soul you met outside the valley is actually the cause of the planting at that time," Tong Ru smiled bitterly. "I have no forgiveness for my sins, but it can also be regarded as ... a private wish comes true."

Cheng Qian could not help asking: "Who led you into the mystery of three lives?"

There was no resentment on Tong Ru's face, but he only said, "People who have suffered retribution."

Cheng Qian had to follow up, but Mu Chun's real man suddenly sighed and interrupted him: "Little dive, it's almost dawn."

Dong Fang was already pale, and Cheng Qian was startled.

Mu Chun looked at him with a smile, and said, "Ben still thinks you can stay a little longer, but it seems impossible."

It was okay before, somehow, at this time Cheng Qian heard this sentence, tears almost fell, and for a long time, he finally choked and said, "I want to stay here with Master forever, but there is a hundred days with one person. I dare not make an appointment. "

Not far away, Tong Ru smiled bitterly, as if reassuring, but also thinking about something.

Suddenly he raised his hand, the chain around his body "cracked", and the anger of the sword put on him soared, pushing Cheng Qian out.

Mu Chun's real person's face gradually blurred, and thousands of miles of ghosts quickly passed under his feet.

Cheng Qian knew nothing for a while.

The author has something to say: Note 1 "Liangyu smoke ... also before the eyebrows"-Si Kongtu

Note 2: Some people who freeze to death will have the illusion that they are very hot before they die.