Chapter 35:

After the incident was caused in front of the Qinglong stage, there was no need to contend strictly. The Fuyao sect and the Daotong all reduced the number of outings. They did not understand what it means to "converge" from the top down.
Cheng Qian extended the sword practice time every day for another hour. He fixedly and his brothers fed tricks, and the centuries-old fairy city came to an end. Cheng Qian's "hands up and down" has been integrated.
The adversity is so compelling, even Han Yuan, who was originally unskilled, knows how to work hard. For the first time, Li Zhi had a sense of anger when he woke up and fiddled with the nine serials. No one can tell why he was enlightened because of this. Yes, Master is gone. For the first time Li Zhi touches a spell carving knife, he has to teach it on behalf of his master.
On the last day of Xianshi, Han Yuan changed into an inconspicuous burlap sackcloth and went out for a trip. He returned in the evening. When he returned, he carried a packet of snacks in his arms and ate while walking, leading to a puddle playing in the courtyard. If he couldn't, he followed him step by step, and followed him eagerly.
"No, little sister," Han Yuan said irresponsibly. "People say that children can't eat adults' things, they will choke."
The puddle has half a mouthful of baby teeth that can saw the wood. I don't believe his alarmist's alarmist sound. Seeing that the packet of snacks has reached the end, the puddle spit out the first sentence of her life. ! "
Han Yuan stepped in a footstep and said in surprise: "Yeah, do you speak anymore?"
As soon as the puddle saw the door, he immediately clenched his fists, flushed with a thick neck, and screamed as if fighting for a small life: "Sizzle!"
"It's good." Han Yuan boasted sincerely, saying nothing at all, and walked forward while eating something-he had a problem when he was called Hanako in the early years. Can't get the food in his mouth.
The puddle was suddenly anxious. I forgot all the words that my brothers ordered not to fly, suddenly stretched out the wings that became more and more pure, and rushed to chase up to Han Yuan.
Coincidentally, Cheng Qian and Li Yan came in from the outside.
When Cheng Qian saw the familiar big wings, he suddenly sank and whispered, "Come down!"
The puddle is afraid of Cheng Qian, because coquettish tricks are useful to other brothers, but only to the third brother, three brothers are strict with others, even more harsh towards themselves. From the point of view, the puddle is afraid of their dinner flying away, busy One folded his head, sitting on the ground with a fart, and pursed his lips, but he did not dare to cry in front of Cheng Qian.
Cheng Qian held a basket of flowering branches in one hand and a few books in his other hand. He stared at the puddle like Shen Shui, and was a little worried.
If a little demon who has no self-protection ability is stunned by other specious monks, what will happen to him?
And just in case, no one can get justice for her. After all, she is not human. In the eyes of many monks, it is not human, that is the object, even if she is the daughter of a demon, a half demon, and those who support her. Little pets are probably no different.
When Li Qian saw Cheng Qian going to puddle again, he waved his hands and said, "Forget Xiao Qian, she doesn't understand anything. I hope she can remember it. It's better that we have a way to prevent her from flying again."
"I did find a spell that can seal the demon blood a few days ago," Cheng Qiandao said. "I just don't know how much I can make it."
Although Li Zheng had just started to contact the charms, he also got a deeper understanding of its vastness and profoundness, and he said busyly: "Don't rush into those spells you haven't seen before."
Cheng Qian did not answer directly, but just smiled and turned the topic, turning to Han Yuan, "Where have you been today?"
"Inquiring about the news," Han Yuan chewed and ate in the mouth, vaguely authentically, "I have found out these days. The black charcoal face that troubles us is named Zhang Dasen. Now he has also entered the lecture hall. The one who made the sword is Zhang Erlin, his brother, who was defeated. As soon as the fairy city ends, he will have to leave Qinglong Island. I can see that these non-disciples have no clue and they like to hold a group by themselves. Zhang Dasen They've got a bunch of people now, and they'll be more wary of them in the future. "
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Li Yan asked, "Who was that fan that day?"
Han Yuan's face was slightly heavy: "The one we can't afford, he is from Qinglong Island. His name is Zhou Hanzheng, who is the left protector of the Lecture Hall. There are two protectors in the Lecture Hall. The woman with a very square face, remember Is that right?
This is Tang late autumn.
Li Zheng frowned: "This left-protection method doesn't know us at all, because what is so dissatisfied with us?"
"If you are dissatisfied, let ’s skip the meeting and go straight to the lecture hall," Han Yuan said, "I do n’t know. I heard people say that this person is very vicious and moody. I will try not to provoke it in the future-yes, I got it today. Something good. "
As he said, Han Yuan patted the crumbs on his hand, and found a small oily paper bag from his arms, which God secretly took out to his brothers.
The paper bag was actually three weird-shaped pins, with an indecipherable spell engraved on the tail and blue on the tip.
"This is ..." Li Yan's eyes were straight, "Don't touch it with your hands! This is a soul hunting needle, poisonous ... Where did you get it?"
Han Yuan hippie smiled and said, "Shunlai from Xianshi, hehe."
"I know this thing, it's terrific," Li Yan ignored the accusation of Han Yuan for stealing chickens and dogs, and held the needle in his hands excitedly across the paper bag. 'Soul Search Needle' is that as long as you tell it who it is, it can go forward and kill the enemy by itself. With this thing, even the top of 100,000 people can easily get it! "
Cheng Qian has no interest in these sidewalks. Even if he really wanted to frustrate anyone, he used his sword to frustrate himself. He was too lazy to listen to it, so he passed by Li Yan and Han Yuan. Holding the weird big flower basket in his hand, he kicked the door of Yan Yan's contention.
He threw the flower basket heavily on the table in the snickers of a few little girls, and said angrily, "The flower you want willow."
At this moment, the maid was surrounded by the door, and the scenery was just right outside, but the master who had kept a small one-and-a-half-inch wound for three months was not playing. I saw a small table on the table where he played the piano. A long wooden bar, he was holding a carving knife in his hand, and was concentrating on the spell under his palm.
When Cheng Qian knocked at the door, Yan Zhengming's line suddenly broke a corner, and the knife stabbed a blood drop on his finger.
Yan Zhengming first frowned, and found that the person who knocked on the door was Cheng Qian, and smiled again-for this "severe injury", Cheng Qian was sent by him not only during the day to be a flower picker, but also tolerated by the master at night Pick and choose from four, and hand-wrapped those inexplicable flower branches into the vase.
The next day the lecture hall opened.
The so-called "Lecture Hall" is actually a hillside, noisy, looking around, there are strange people, men and women, young and old, there are standing, sitting, some simply on the tree, there is almost no place to stand .
Fortunately, Fuyao sent everyone to Li Yan's ears and arrived in advance, and found a small corner that was forward and inconspicuous, and settled in advance.
There are noisy loose repairs everywhere, most of them are not high, far from the level of breaking the valley without dust. Some people are wandering all year round, and their life is very unsophisticated. Except for the flesh and blood, mud is everywhere, and the fragrance is ten miles away Then. Still others carry strange and weird pets, even dogs, foxes, and the like, and there is a fat big gray mouse that hurries through the crowd, not disgusting.
Such a treasure of Feng Shui, even Cheng Qian could not help frowning, not to mention their clean-sexed masters.
But Yan Zhengming didn't say anything—he didn't say anything, it was he who decided to stay, could he still draw two big mouths in public?
Yan Zhengming waved his hand and refused the cushion that Dao Tong gave him. His eyes were empty and he looked into the distance, his heart was indescribably lonely.
He couldn't help but think of the Mission Hall of Fuyao Mountain. There was a small pavilion and a courtyard, there was a cigarette puppet, and a Taoist boy quietly handed over pastries and hot and cold tea. Playing field troubles,
He often fell asleep when he did n’t know what he was doing. When he opened his eyes, it would always be three strokes a day, and Li Yan would fiddle with his bunch of disgusting reptiles. ...
By now, everything has changed.
"Hey, little brother, what's wrong?" Han Yuan shouted back to Yan Zhengming's thoughts falling into the memory.
Yan Zhengming looked aside and felt that Cheng Qian was about to crook Li Li. His face didn't look as if he didn't sleep well, it seemed like a serious illness, and even his lips were gray.
Cheng Qian shook his eyes with a narrow squint, not knowing if he was weak or unwilling to say more, without a word.
Yan Zhengming was taken aback. The last time he saw Cheng Qian's face, it was still when the boy touched the spell with his head lightly and freed himself.
"What did you do last night?" Yan Zhengming reached out and nodded in the dark place under his eyes. "Are you a thief?"
Suddenly thinking of the conversation between him and Cheng Qian the day before, Li Yan turned his head and asked, "I went to see Xiao Shimei before leaving this morning, and I saw her crying in the house. What happened?"
Crying in the puddle is about to knock down the house, so after she knew something, she usually didn't cry in the house. She cried occasionally, and when the house vibrated, she basically shut up.
The half-dead Cheng Qian finally gave him a response: "Is the house okay?"
"You're doing this again," Li said angrily, picking up Cheng Qian's collar, "you're doing a spell on your own, don't you die?"
"Shh-" Han Yuan pulled Li Zhi, and the noisy hillside suddenly quieted down, and suddenly one person fell from the middle of the lecture hall. The wild flowers on the hillside seemed to have received the heavenly nectar collectively. The ground is in bloom.
And that person on the high stage was that Zhou Hanzheng.
Zhou Han was holding his fan of thinking, and folded his sleeves and arrogantly folded his hands: "Let you wait for a long time."
Yan Zhengming first raised his hand to submerge Cheng, and then reluctantly whispered to Li Yan and Han Yuan: "It was him. I knew I wouldn't come today ... All are good. Let's go early today, leave Eye-catching, do you hear me? "
Li Yan didn't say anything, his white face was whiter, Han Yuan gritted his teeth, his face was full of anger.
Yan Zhengming pretended that he didn't see the response of his masters and brothers, and felt that Cheng Qian was leaning softly on him, his breath was so weak.
Although he didn't ask it explicitly, Li Zhi's words were enough to let him know. In order to cover up the evil spirit on the puddle, Cheng Qian must have done something desperate.
"Well, I really don't worry." Yan Zhengming thought, struggling to vent his anger in Cheng Qian.
On the stage, Zhou Hanzheng has begun to talk bluntly, nothing more than the lecture hall opened once every ten days, and the rest of the disciples went back to their own hard work and other words.
"On Qinglong Island, we do n’t want disciples to discuss with each other, but you have to pay attention to your size, you must not hurt your harmony, it really hurts people, and the door rules will repair you." Zhou Hanzheng said, intentionally. The ground glanced down, and I did n’t know how he did it. The giddy eyes actually found the Fuyao crowd and stopped for a moment on Yan Zhengming. Then, Zhou Hanzheng smiled, "Okay, today I will give you Talk about bleed air and gas storage. "
"Go back," Yan Zhengming listened with an ear, thinking absently, "Even if he doesn't go home, he has to go back to Fuyao Mountain. We have a nine-story building, even if we fumble ourselves, we are better than holding our tail here. Become a strong person-it's a big deal to retreat like Shizu to see no outsiders, go back today to pack your luggage! "
At this moment, Zhou Han was suddenly saying, "I know that you are progressing differently, so let's find a disciple to follow me to demonstrate."
He said, with wicked eyes in his slender eyes, he once again rushed towards the direction of the Fuyao, matching Yan Zhengming's eyes. Yan Zhengming almost had the illusion of being stared at by a poisonous snake.
"Ah, Yan head," Zhou Hanzheng laughed. "I heard from the island owner that your school is quite old, and his family is very knowledgeable. Yan head door must have passed the level of air induction. Let us all open our eyes? "
Cheng Qian did not sleep for a night, and exhausted the true yuan because of the spell. At this moment, he was weak, and there seemed to be a bunch of clips on the temples on both sides, which were tightly closed, making his ears buzzing. . It's already a long way to go to the lecture hall. Whenever he has a little courage, he can't really climb in the morning, but when he hears this, he instinctively stretches all over his body and stands up.
His subtle struggle struck Yan Zhengming, who was bored. He didn't even bother to find trouble, and he always wanted to come to him.
Yan Zhengming pressed Cheng Qian with one touch, and said with agitation: "Sit down, kid, don't make a mess, who wants you to get ahead?"
After speaking, he took a deep breath and walked forward with his sabre. With every step he took, his faith in leaving was firm. When he was ten steps away from Zhou Han, Yan Zhengming stood still and put his sword upright. On the ground, to Zhou Han was right: "Real person advice."
Yan Zhengming's sabre is really dazzling. How to say the sword itself is not worth mentioning. The scabbard alone is worthless. It is studded with precious stones. I am afraid that the queen's phoenix crown does not have these many treasures.
Zhou Han was looking at him a few times and said, "Everyone in the seat who can breathe into the body knows that the initial sense of Qi was created by the cause of fate, and I do not know why Yan's head was enlightened?"
Yan Zhengming was now thinking about whether he would resign with the Qinglong Island Lord if he wanted to leave. He knew in his heart that the Island Lord helped them find someone and provided asylum. It was kind to them, but all the grievances he had never experienced in his life were Having tried it all over Qinglong Island, Yan Zhengming couldn't help feeling a little bit resentful to the island owner.
When asked, he didn't want to bother with his lips, but said very briefly: "Sword."
Zhou Hanzheng nodded and smiled: "Yes, I guessed it, and I can see that Yan Yanmen took great care of his sword."
As soon as this word came out, even the words "Yan Zhemen" seemed very ironic. Everyone looked at the lively and deliberately insinuated the power of left protection, and burst into laughter.
Cheng Qian's forehead twitched with blue tendons. Li Xun knew that he couldn't hold back. When he saw him, he immediately rushed to press him under the palm and warned in a low voice: "Are you upset again?"
Cheng Qian fisted his fists white. Everyone has an intolerable limit, which may seem unreasonable to others, but it is the anger that the party cannot swallow anyway. If others insult him in person, Cheng Qian is for the sake of the overall situation. You may not be willing to conflict with others, so you endure it.
But on the master and brothers, he couldn't stand it anyway.
Li Min clung to his shoulder with one hand, and said in Qian Qian's ear, "Don't make trouble, I'm afraid the master wants to go back."
Cheng Qian had a meal.
Li Yan whispered: "Xiao Qian, think about it, you can't take it anymore, how can the master bear it? I'm afraid that this morning, when he saw the large hillside of this lecture hall, he would have the intention to go back."
Zhou Han Zheng first set Yan Zhengming on the side and talked about the various ways of inspiratory infusion that he knows. After a few examples, he said, "Inspiratory infusion is the first step in communicating with the world. Even if you all formally enter the door, the next step is the Gongfa. As for what this Gongfa is, each faction has its own unique secret book, but the substance is mostly the same. They are teaching you how to introduce the essence of heaven and earth. In the body, form your own true element. "
"The so-called skill is deep. In addition to the subtlety of the swordsmanship, it depends on whether your true elements are mellow." Zhou Han turned to Yan Zhengming and asked, "I don't know how long Yan's head bleeds into the body?"
Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment.
The Fuyao faction never pays attention to the exercises. The first thing for a disciple to begin with is to endlessly engrave the meridians to exercise the meridians. Occasionally, chances are coincidentally settled or realized. Muchun real people have never asked them to meditate and consolidate the truth yuan.
Zhou Hanzheng seems to have determined that Yan Zhengming is an unskillful uncle, and asks with a smile: "Yan head, why?"
Yan Zhengming: "... three years."
Zhou Hanzheng smiled with a palm of his hand and said, "Three years of breezing into the body, the skill should have been small, I will wait and see."
His voice had just fallen, and there was a strange wind on the stage, and he was eager to yell. Yan Zhengming instinctively crossed the sword in front of him, and his whole body instantly moved, forming an invisible cover under his feet to protect him.
Zhou Han said exactly to the crowd with their necks looking up at the stage: "This set of exercises is called a fake mountain river. It was created by me to test the skills of my disciples. Some of them must have been seen in the Qinglong test. This style is called Feisha walking stone, and it is aimed at beginners. For three years, people who have achieved great success in hard work or excel can persist in this sandstone for several days. The second best can last for a few hours, and the one hour and three moments are also possible. As for ... "
Yan Zhengming only felt that the whole person was buzzing—he had never cultivated Zhenyuan, and he would n’t routinely mobilize and adjust his breath. Soon, his limbs were almost unconscious. The air membrane on the side had shattered, and a strong and unstoppable force struck Yan Zhengming's chest, and then the hurricane, like a whip, drew heavily on him. His entire foot was light, and the next moment, he had been thrown off. The high platform.
That week, Han Han watched Yan Zhengming who fell out indifferently, and filled the second half of his sentence in a hurry: "As for those who are not qualified, use elixir to forcibly elevate the realm. Because of the" medicine "approach, I thought they were Maybe I can insist on a tea and a scent of incense, but now it seems that I am overestimating ... Is this 'medicine pie' strict leader good? "