MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 85

There is no root in life.

Scattered by the wind, this is already very good.

Can you surpass the earth when you enter Xianmen?

Can the supernatural powers do everything?

The powerful man who turned the clouds and rain like Tong Ru, where is his soul now?

Not to mention that they are ignorant of the so-called juniors.

Yan Zhengming didn't say a few words with Tong Ru, but he always had a faint whisper in his heart, sometimes he couldn't help but think wildly: If it wasn't for Tong Ru to be nosy, and do nothing at all, Will lead to suspicion, will not be involved in the secrets of life.

Even if he is in the mystery of three lives, if he is not so extreme, not superstitious to the prophet, be more secure, do n’t be so indifferent, listen to the advice of his friends, or do not have so many non-divided thoughts in his heart ...

Maybe Master won't die, let alone fall into the weasel's body.

The Fuyao faction is not in a slump.

Some of them will be like the silly disciples of Baihu Mountain Villa. They have only a little bit of cultivation and only a little heart. At first glance, they haven't seen much of the world. They will inevitably do things when they go out, and they will be able to play with them.

No one asked him to be in charge, and no one called him a senior. He was just an unskilled master.

However, Yan Zhengming knows Tong Ru best. He repeatedly reviewed the path that Tong Ru walked in his head seal. Every time he looked back, he would tremble for a long time, holding this head seal in his hand. He is like walking in the abyss, like being on thin ice, he is afraid to relax for a while, and always reminds himself to learn from others, and must not follow in the footsteps of the ancestor.

He needs to be quiet, to be at ease, to be widowed, to be broad-minded ...

However, at this time, Yan Zhengming heard Cheng Qian's heartbeat coming from behind him, and all his ruthlessness about Tong Ru suddenly disappeared.

If "non-divided thinking" can be suppressed, how can it happen?

The dam that he has long forged in his heart, like a pile of sand and sand, is dangerously pretentious, and can be broken by a finger. In a person's life, if it is not for a moment, it feels like the world is upside down, and the broken body is willing, even if it will fly into the avenue in the future, what fun is there?

"What are you waiting for?" Yan Zhengming asked with a voice in his heart. "Like Tong Ru, like that fool, wait until the sea is dried up and the yin and yang are separated?"

Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's hands overlapping in front of him, and gently opened his arms. In the dark, he turned and stared at Cheng Qian's face, restraining and whispering, "You know How ridiculous is this matter? Do you know that this is counterintuitive? "

Cheng Qian did not change his face: "Master makes me comfortable."

Yan Zhengming: "But Master didn't say to let you indulge! If you indulge in seven emotions and six desires, wouldn't you be afraid of being assaulted by heaven when it was soaring?"

Cheng Qian: "Then you are trapped in a demon, what is the way to go together?"

Yan Zhengming was speechless.

Cheng Qian looked at him and said word by word: "Brother, I'm not afraid of disaster, I'm afraid of you."

After hearing this, Yan Zhengming rumbling in his heart, he thought, "It's over, it's gone."

He stayed for a long time, as if he had taken root at his feet, and his heart had never been in full bloom, but added a sadness that could not be explained clearly.

"Little dive," he finally struggled, "don't regret it in the future."

Cheng Qian sighed softly and looked at him helplessly: "Brother, wipe your tears first."

"Come here." Yan Zhengming reached out and dragged Cheng Qian over, his expression was too tight, and he looked a little strangely indifferent.

He thought indifferently, "I'm sorry for Xiao Qian."

Then, he clasped Cheng Qian's back, leaned in and kissed him. He wanted to try it, but he couldn't help it.

Cheng Qian gave a "beep", instinctively tilted his head back, but was firmly locked by a pair of arms, only felt that the whole person was covered by the familiar orchid fragrance, he was a bit shocked and passive at first I felt it for the first time. It was weird and a little uncomfortable when I knew it for the first time, but when he realized who the person was in front of him, the shallow weirdness suddenly changed his taste.

This sudden intimacy caused Cheng Qian to numb his scalp with his waist, his spine stiffened into a mallet, and the red dust that had heard of his name for a long time but did not see his true appearance wrapped him tightly and imperceptibly. Unfamiliar agitation developed, and my throat was dry, and I swallowed involuntarily, feeling like I should be thinking about the quiet sutra.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian indifferently and said, "I also ... I'm sorry, Master."

The demon mark in his eyebrows turned into a pure cinnabar color without knowing it, and then a drop of blood was collected. It sank into his forehead and disappeared, and the head of his chest gave out a sharp white light.

Yan Zhengming came back to the place in a humble voice, not knowing what medicine the head seal had taken. He pressed his forehead on Cheng Qian's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "Go ahead, this is not a good place to stay."

Cheng Qian looked at Yan Zhengming strangely up and down, still not in a state: "This is what you learned from that false quiet scripture?"

For the first time, he really felt that this handsome brother seemed to know too much.

Yan Zhengming almost lost his breath, rubbing the stains and blood stains on his hand to Cheng Qian's sleeve: "Shut up."

I saw that the white light burst from the headprint was projected to the ground and fell into the shape of a feather. As the white light flickered inside, the feathers trembled slightly as if they were pointing in the front.

Yan Zhengming slightly lifted up the glowing small seal stone, followed the feathers leading the way, and chased to Cheng Qian: "Follow."

Cheng Qian took a white light and glanced at his blood-stained face, relieved a little, and said, "Yes, you ..."

Yan Zhengming interrupted him and said, "No! Impossible! Stop dreaming! That evil book has been burned by me!"

Cheng Qian: "... I want to ask you what does the phrase" Xian Xiu Yi Yi Yi Mo Mo "mean and what do you think?"

It was only with the strict control of his own people that he found that not everyone was as enthusiastic about not learning as he was, and was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to return. He coughed, and his voice was too weak for three points: "Sword The repair is heavy, the killing is heavy, and the heart is forged again in the early stage. The heart is not obvious at first, and it becomes easier to develop the demon later. This is what Master said to me when I started. He said, "The same practice is for Realm, get started, Jianxiu is the leader, so this road is also particularly difficult to walk, cultivation is more difficult, and pain is more. '

When he said that, the corners of his tight mouth finally showed a slight smile: "I heard that at the time, and the first reaction was to ask Master to abandon my sense of anger and resolutely not to be a sword repairer, we must change. Individual paths come in. "

He rarely took the initiative to mention the past, and Cheng Qian quietly listened, feeling like this could be said by a big brother.

"Master later scared me and said that it's okay to abandon the sense of qi, but this process is no different than rolling a nail bed and putting oil on the pan. Many people can't get through and simply kick their legs and die. After a hundred, you don't need to care about where to enter." Yan Arguing self-deprecatingly, "I actually believed his gossip and weighed it myself. Although it was painful to walk the sword, it was better than death, so I had to compromise."

Cheng Qian watched his back, and with his voice, he could not help thinking of Yan Zhengming at first.

Wenrou Township is heavier than the evil spirits of Qiugu Valley. He saw the elder brother for the first time with the evil spirits, and he thought, "This man is so beautiful."

But the next moment, his feelings became: "This man is really nothing."

"Then you ..." Cheng Qian raised his hand and frowned slightly, "When did it start?"

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while: "I don't know."

Is it Suzaku Tower? Or was it Fuyao Mountain Villa? Or a century away from the cable ... or even on Qinglong Island when the youth was frivolous?

If you think about it in such a glance, you will feel everything, you can't figure out your head, and you will be tempted before it slams.

Yan Zhengming took a look at Cheng Qian with a mixed feeling, reached out to care for his forehead hair, and said softly, "I don't know, don't ask."

Cheng Qian turned away from the topic and said, "I don't know how long we have been trapped here. What happened to Taiyin Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming: "The Tian Yan Department has exhausted all its food. Han Yuan is also estimated to be at the end of the crossbow. No one can control anyone. I am afraid that after the demon battle, Tian Yan Department will not have a backseat."

Cheng Qian silently, had not seen anything clearly, and experienced it with his own eyes, and he realized that if there was no rebellion in Tian Yan, he secretly changed the matrix, if not they were just caught in, if not Li Zhi had a real dragon in his hand. Flag, no one can break the battle alone.

Wu Changtian trapped outside Fuyao Mountain, not only to weaken Han Yuan's combat power, this is a killing game.

Now that the demon battle is broken, I am afraid that Tian Yan will no longer be able to stop Han Yuan's footsteps. He will go straight to Taihang Mountain and kill all the monks who have tried their best to stop him. Then they will go north to Beijing and report to him and Tian. The enemy between Yan Chu and the mortal court--

"Yan Yan has more death than death." Yan Zhengming said, "Which one in Beijing is sitting on a dragon chair-I definitely don't believe he is a mortal. He claims to live a long life every day. He can tolerate himself for decades. Do you have a long history for a place of evolution? Impossible. "

Cheng Qian: "The monk just asks the common things. It is basically a convention. The trivial matters are easy to be distracted. If it is not top-level, it will hinder the practice. How can he be an emperor and want to live forever?"

"The royal family has money, some channels, how much you want to do with medicine and elixir, and you can't get the medicine," Yan Zhengming said. "Finally, don't you hear what Wu Changtian means? Tian Yan's presence in the court must be subject to Who, they, who feel that they are extremely righteous and who regard their lives as grass and mustard, can be subject to mortals? Anyway, these people love to die, and there is nothing to hinder us, but Han Yuan has led the group to go north to kill evil It must be deep. Will we kill him or not? "

At this moment, Yan Zhengming stepped forward, and he looked in one direction, but there seemed to be a slight light there.

The leading white feather followed the light directly, and walked along the direction of the light source for about a moment of incense, his eyes suddenly opened.

I saw a stone step suddenly.

The stone steps are stacked on top of each other, depending on the mountain or the building. But there are nothing on the stone steps here, layer by layer layer by layer, like the sky, can't see the head at a glance.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that Zhenyuan in his body seemed to be suppressed by some unknown force. For a moment, he really became a mortal, standing under the stone steps, as if nothing was like an insect ant.

Cheng Qian: "This is ..."

Yan Zhengming frowned, and said, "It seems to be regrettable."

I do n’t regret that the height of the platform is 108,000. All the flying people here are like mortals. They must step up step by step. Cheng Qian knew for the first time what it was to break his neck. Ordinary people just looked up and were afraid. Let alone go up in person.

Yan Zhengming tentatively took a step forward, but before standing still, a gust of wind came over him. He responded that when his protector Zhenyuan was no longer there, the gust was approaching, Yan Zhengming stepped back quickly, Rolling down from the stone steps, Rao was agile and still scratched a sleeve.

How did Tong Ru get up!

Both were horrified under their hearts, Yan Zhengming said, "I thought the ancestor was the general can't think of it. I didn't expect him to think so!"

However, Cheng Qian remembered his few contacts with Bei Mingjun. At that time, he was still young and couldn't see how powerful Bei Mingjun was. Until then, he discovered the same rift between him and his ancestors. .

He was getting into God, and Yan Zhengming suddenly patted him in his ear, Cheng Qian woke up awake.

"I know what you're thinking," Yan Zhengming said. "When he came out of the mystery of the three lives, he had already gone into magic. A lunatic is different from an ordinary person. You cannot go the way he does, not necessarily because he is so powerful. "

He glanced down at his sleeves and smiled, "It's really broken sleeves now. This is a regrettable evil. Don't stay here again."

Cheng Qian drew a hand to his side, tapping the sheath of Frostblade gently, and said, "If you are, will you go to Taiwan and ask that piece of thought to come to an end?"

Yan Zhengming said, "I really ask."

If the obsession in his heart does not coincide with Tong Ru, how can his godly knowledge be attached to Tong Ru in the seal of his head?

If he didn't know what it was like to go into the devil, how could he forcefully mention his cultivation behavior on the lock Sendai, and broke into it regardless of it?

Of course, these words are inconvenient for Cheng Qian.

Speaking of a set of strict contentions and righteousness, he said, "Of course not, sadness and joy, separation of yin and qing, and absentness are all normality on earth. Since you have not yet risen to immortality, you are still a mortal. If you know it, you should Understand that, since it is a normal child, how can everything go smoothly, and when there is always a strong and incapable, it is not necessary to practice and not to practice. If everything is extreme, it must not last. "

What a sounding ...

Cheng Qian heard no answer, smiled a little over his head, but was still caught by Yan Zhengming keenly.

Yan Zhengming: "What are you laughing at?"

"Smile you speak better than singing." Cheng Qian exposed mercilessly, "I just don't know who is trapped in the demon."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

"Shut up now, I don't care about you." Yan Zhengming turned around, stood two steps away, and hung the second half of the unspoken words on the corners of her eyebrows-"Come over and apologize."

Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment, and said, "What fuels this temper, how will it be in the future?"

Immediately, he shook his head secretly again: "Forget it, haven't you kept this virtue?"

Cheng Qian then arched handily: "Yes, there are a lot of seniors, and they speak just as well as they sing-yes, if this is the back mountain of Fuyao Mountain, can we go back from here?"

"Thinking a lot," Yan said with a big tail like a wolf. "Fuyao Mountain is Fuyao Mountain and Xinmo Valley is Xinmo Valley. Although the two live next to each other, they are not sealed together ... hmm?"

As soon as he said this, he saw that there was a door behind the regrettable. Yan Zhengming's voice got stuck for a while, and he said, "This crow's mouth, when he said it, hit his face, wouldn't he really be able to pass?"

The feathers leading the way in the headprint fell to the door, and disappeared. There was a small groove on the door, exactly like the shape of the headprint.

Yan Zhengming tried to unlock the head seal, carefully inserted it into the groove, and Yan silk seams together as if they had grown together.

At this moment, a deafening rumble sounded, and a large stone gate ten feet tall revealed the signs and slowly opened.

Three wooden signs suddenly flew out of the door, engraved with the words "Tian", "Earth" and "People". Yan Zhengming wanted to grab them. Who knew that his hand just reached the "Tian" sign, and the other two? There is a tendency to recede, which means that the three can only choose one.

"If you choose the 'Sky' card, will you be able to ascend to heaven immediately?" Yan Zhengming laughed. "Do you choose?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, looked at him with a smile, and watched Yan Zhengming mutter uncomfortably: "Don't seduce me all the time."

After saying that, he took off the "Human" sign without thinking, just listened to the "Kara", the head seal automatically fell off the big stone door, and went straight back to his neck. The next moment, the wooden sign Suddenly, the white light burst into flames, the surrounding regrettable and the weird stone gate were all gone, the countless people and sounds flashed in front of time, noisy and eager.

From the completion of the word "Fu Yao", an ancient stone monument has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Nine floors were born after the floor was built. The large, small, fat, and thin footprints at the door gradually flashed, or as light as silk. , Or deep into the stone body, and then all of them disappeared and disappeared, only the trees and trees by the edge of the quiet pond, year after year, gradually become a green sea.

The sea and mulberry fields fell under the ever-changing drizzle and breeze, and the only recurrence was the dry and glorious reincarnation.

This is humanity in the middle of the three poles.

The author has something to say: There is no root in life, and it is like floating on the dust.

Scattered by the wind, this is already very good. -Tao Yuanming 2k novel reading network