Chapter 37:

There are two mountains in front of Qinglong Island, and the top of the back mountains. Haitao and the dense forest are facing each other. A figure quickly passes through it, almost turning into a gust of wind, and heading for the cliff.
I saw his toes on the edge of the cliff almost straight up and down, and then climbed up in a fog-like climb, spotted a flowerless and leafless "Bak grass" near the cliff, and dragged it with his roots. Immediately after a flip, he pinched / entered the rock with his fingers, and flung himself up the hillside with his arm.
The body method was almost careless, and when he landed, he only showed his true face. He was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He glanced back at the sunset cliffs, and smiled and turned quickly to step up.
Until then, the giant eagle who was standing next to "The Dry Grass" reacted and was cut off by himself. He immediately screamed and turned into a fried chicken. However, the guinea pig was very clever. As if knowing that someone can't afford it, hesitating for a while in the same place, hesitate to chase for a while, after only a while, the young man's figure has been hidden in the dense forest, disappeared.
Suddenly, there was a long howling in the dense forest, and the giant eagle was frightened. It flew up and left the cliff. Several other howling sounds responded in succession, and it was clearly prepared to enclose in the dense forest.
The birds of the forest rushed towards the Xiaohan, whistling, and scattered.
The young man heard that his expression remained unchanged. He carefully patted the dirt under the root of "Blight Grass", put it in his arms, turned an ordinary wooden sword in his hand twice, and stunned: "The ghosts stay."
It turned out that this boy was Cheng Qian.
Five years in a hurry, with a swipe of a finger, the old child has grown into a flirty boy, and fortunately responded to the message sent by the master in the "Gentle Township" of the year when he first met.
In the blink of an eye, there were already four or five people surrounded by Cheng Qiantuan in the dense forest. The person, headed by a shameless face, was as charcoal as Zhang Dasen.
Before Zhang Dasen went to Qinglong Island, Zhenyuan had already made a small achievement, so he has been quite famous in the sanitation room. He used a pair of halberds, and his heart was proud, and there were a bunch of intangible casual repairs all day. Holding his stinky feet, he raised his tail even harder.
"It's you again," in the past five years, Zhang Dasen's grievances with Cheng Qian not only had not been resolved, but became worse. At the first sight of Cheng Qian, he could not help but grit his teeth and "give something to the hand."
Cheng Qian held his hands behind his back, the wooden sword drew on his side, and banged gently on his legs all at once. His face was a little bit confused as "don't understand what the dog is barking".
Zhang Dasen himself has always been good at Zhang Yawu claws. If others scold him, he can feel better, but every time the pair of Cheng Qian's indifferent faces are empty, he feels that he can breathe out two beards.
The same person who came with Zhang Dasen sneered at Cheng Qian: "Little friends, if you are smart, you should quickly hand over 'Wupengcao'. If you do n’t bow your head, we will have to be polite."
Hearing the words, Cheng Qian turned to him immediately, and saw the young man holding a flat wooden sword, bowing his head respectfully and politely, and fisting: "Don't dare to be instructed."
This attitude of toasting without eating and drinking, made several people around Cheng Qian look at each other and immediately embraced them with tacit understanding.
As soon as these people shot, they clearly separated the roles of main attack, auxiliary, sneak attack, and backtracking, etc., and Cheng Qian did not panic to deal with it.
Obviously, both sides are already familiar with this beating.
The Da Mori halberd swept through a squall of wind, trapping Cheng Qian firmly in it, and the three of them followed closely, the last one went around behind Cheng Qian, yelled, and the long knife followed Cheng Qian. Spine straight up and down.
Cheng Qian's head didn't return. I saw that the wooden sword in his hand was like a snake, and one card and one pinch the attacker's wrist exactly. Then, he used this as a fulcrum, and tossed into the air. The wood chips on the sword cut by the opponent's sword were stimulated by his strength, and the broken nails broke apart.
Zhang Dasen and his party quickly dodged, and the cooperation was a bit messy. Cheng Qian took the opportunity to catch a gap in the three blockades, and saw that he raised his hand and climbed the tree branch. Bird, straight up from the gap.
Zhang Dasen and others chased up instinctively, but they didn't have Cheng Qian's dexterity in light weight and kung fu. After reacting, several people found that they had opened up with others.
Just this moment, Cheng Qian has been caught.
I saw him "tide volume with affectionate style", immediately set off a tumult on the treetops, the leaves were uproar, Zhang Dasen's halberds had nowhere to play, and was rushed in the face of a sword.
Next, Cheng Qian chased away with the human weapon holding the magic pestle in his hand, leaped down from the air, and landed straight at a high speed while landing, and patted the palm of his hand at the root of the tree.
One way was "the tree fell down and scattered." A few people living above Cheng Qianda could not retreat, and found that the building was about to fall under their feet, and they rolled up and down, waiting for them to struggle out of the dense foliage. At that time, Cheng Qian was already dozens of feet away and could not catch up with it.
In the distance, Cheng Qian brushed the leaflets of Zhan Yi and politely arched his hands at Zhang Dasen, as if it meant "harassment, thank you for your advice." Then the figure quickly merged into the evening light, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
In recent years, the Fuyao faction has taken root on Qinglong Island. Fortunately, Zhou Han, who tirelessly tried to find them troublesome, was acting as a method of protection, only appeared once in the first lecture hall, and never came out after that. Eye-catching.
The two main methods of protecting the Scriptures, one is Tang Wanqiu from Mulan Mountain, and the other is Zhou Hanzheng who is not from Qinglong Island, but the person's context is more secretive than that of Tang Wanqiu. Tang Wanqiu arrived at Qinglong Island in the same batch as Yan Zhengming when the immortal city was about to open. Zhou Han was arriving later than her and hurried away the next day after the first lecture hall.
Since then, most of the power of preaching on the high stage has been very self-confident. When he went up, he said only about himself and left after speaking.
Yan Zhengming thoroughly learned the lessons from the coming and going. Since then, when the Lecture Hall started, they passed together when it was basically dark, and found an inconspicuous place. They didn't talk to each other. They meditated and carved spells. Or watch the sword chart, wait for others to come, and wait for this class to end, and then leave silently.
Over time, the Fuyao faction has finally been forgotten by irrelevant people, and several teenagers have almost become transparent people ... Oh, of course, except for Cheng Qian, Cheng Qian gradually seldom accompanies his mentors and brothers in public. Appeared, he was almost alone.
He could not protect his entire wing, so he had to pull the hostility of others to him unswervingly.
This year, Yan Zhengming also hired a big boat and sent most of the Tao children to the family of Yan and Xiaoyueer. After all, they are all mortals. They can't afford to waste their youth in a lifetime of less than ten years.
There are only a few people, such as Xueqing Jieshi, who are willing to stay and accompany them on this long road of life.
In this way, the original Fuyao who had dragged the family to the street almost went to the building, and several people simply moved to a yard and really started to clean up.
There is no change of seasons on Qinglong Island. Time is like a sweep, and people who are in it often linger. If you don't pay attention, you don't know that there are several springs and autumns outside.
During the past five years, Yan Zhengming and Cheng Qian discussed it several times, and finally finally restored the Fuyao Wooden Sword to a complete set and passed it to Li Yuan and then Li Yuan to Han Yuan.
I do n’t know if it ’s
learning better than teaching
, or Yan Zhengming ’s mood changed, and finally settled down. After spending eight years on Fuyao Mountain, he learned less than three types of swordsmanship and finally got through on Qinglong Island.
The puddle has also grown from a toothy toddler to a little girl, probably because she had encountered a major disaster before she broke the shell. The girl's temper was unknown, and she was very flustered. Since she was able to speak, the puddle has never cried again. Whenever she encounters something, she will open her tongue and rush to talk with her brothers, and she wo n’t know where to come out. Tried and tested again and again, as long as she can bother a certain brother, in the end, she can always achieve her wish.
In this regard, her brothers privately discussed the mysterious bloodline of the demon Queen several times, and agreed that the demon Queen might have been changed by only Mynah, otherwise how can such a rumbling egg be laid?
Cheng Qian walked back to the courtyard with the wicker grass that looked like a dead branch. As soon as he stood at the gate of the courtyard, his face was involuntarily distorted—when he was on the tree, he was taken by Zhang Dasen's group. The one holding the magic pestle in the back drew a bit on the back. At that time, he didn't care about avoiding it. I'm afraid that at this time there was already a "蜈蚣 青" left behind.
Cheng Qian wanted to look back, but turned his neck around, and his back seemed to be broken in two, but he secretly rejoiced that the clothes he wore that day were dark in color and covered up.
After a difficult adjustment of his posture, Cheng Qian entered the courtyard slightly stiffly.
I saw Xiao Shui Keng standing in the yard frowning. Someone carved a circle of spells under her feet to draw her in firmly. The fine, unwilling spell was mostly the master's handwriting. It can also be seen in the teaching of sister-in-law that the head brother is a good hand that "treats people more than others".
There is a roll of spells hanging on the neck of the puddle, which was what made her brothers desire / immortal / desire / death that year. This thing is really a poisoned generation for generations.
"Three brothers!" Shui Hang met Cheng Qian, shouting like a savior, "three brothers help!"
Cheng Qian glanced at her, walked over and asked, "Are you two brothers in the room?"
The puddle was full of hopes, and quickly nodded: "Yes, now, Brother Er ..."
Li Ye's voice came from a room not far away; "Why did you come back so late, what did you do?"
Cheng Qian made a sound, ignored the puddle, and turned to walk into the room.
The puddle cried behind him with a crying voice: "Hey! Brother Three, don't go, let me out, I'm going to the latrine, I'm going to pee!"
I do n’t know how many times she used this trick. Brothers have n’t eaten this set for a long time. Cheng Qian shook her head and saw that a window not far away opened. Li Yan burst into a head and ruthlessly rejected the puddle:
Urine Let's wash it after we pee. "
The puddle just wanted to cry without tears: "No! Brother 2 and Brother 3, I'm still young, so I don't want to memorize these Scriptures! You can't treat me like this, Master will be very sad when you see it in the Spirit of Heaven!"
Cheng Qian didn't look back, so he turned around and turned his whole body around, smiled at her, and coaxed softly, "Master Xiao, who wasn't, that's what Master did to us that year."
Puddle: "..."
Cheng Qian ignored the screaming sister and went straight into Li's house. He took his hand back to the door, shut the voice away, turned his face and changed his position. He begged: "She is only six or seven years old, why is she so restrained? She? Was the spell done by the damsel? Master hadn't locked him in the missionary. "
Li Yan's house was full of torn paper and shattered books. Lingcao Charm Stalls were scattered everywhere. He heard that he popped his head out of the junk pile and said, "Did you not find out? I did n’t get started. It ’s practiced, but it ’s not slower to bleed air into your body. You think, the old master knew how to eat, drink, and play every day, but only three or four years later, he started successfully. Why?

Cheng Qian: "Can't it always be those books?"
"Don't say it," Li Min pulled out a meridian map from the corner. I saw that the circles above were full of notes. Seeing that Cheng Qian's head had grown two circles, Li said, "I found these two days. There may be some mystery in Master ’s quiet scriptures. "
Only then did Qian Qian find that he had lost his respect for the "Hidden Mystery of Jingjing" for many years, and asked, "What mystery?"
"Then I don't know yet," Li said irresponsibly. "It's all things that martial arts have accumulated for thousands of years. Where is it so easy to decipher? I'll let the puddle read it first."
Cheng Qian: "..."
He glanced out of the crack in the window, and saw that the puddle that was "trying" was crouching downcast in the spell circle, beeping and flipping through her manuscripts, it looked so pitiful and pitiful .
Cheng Qian sighed: "Okay, anyway, it's not a day or two for you to take us to try it. Reading a few more sutras will not be less meaty, but ... how about her demon?"
Li Yan scratched his hair irritably: "I'm going to tell you about this, she's getting bigger and bigger now, I'm afraid the spell is about to be overwhelmed. If you want to dispense elixir, I still don't know what to say 'After searching for a year, I still can't find it, it's really impossible ... I can only find a way to find someone from the island. "
Cheng Qian heard that he gave him a smile.
Li Weiqi said: "What?"
Cheng Qian snuggled into his arms, found a small paper bag, and placed it on the corner of the table, exposing a corner of the deadly awning.
Li Yan's eyes fell on the paper bag, and he was taken aback. He grabbed the awning in his hand and said repeatedly, "Where did you get it? This thing is for Qidan." Mainly, if there is one on the island, someone will definitely be watching it as soon as it sprouts ... and so on. "
"Well, grab it," Cheng Qian waved his hand. "Don't ask, just use it. I'm leaving."
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave with his feet raised. Li Yan suddenly reached out and put his hands on his shoulders. Cheng Qian suddenly groaned and almost patted him with a slap.
Li Yan collapsed: "Wait! What the is going on?"
As Cheng Qian grew older, his "problems" in this area became more and more obvious. He heard nothing, and he did not discuss it with people. He did it privately after two days, which caused him to have injuries on both ends. Just secretly come to ask for medicine, ask him to say nothing, and often ask Han Yuan to come back for a few words, and Yan Zhengming can infer from the clues what and why he started.
"It's nothing ... hiss." Cheng Qian moved his shoulders to show Li Li with pain. "Maybe I fell asleep in the morning and was struck again with a stick. Don't tell the mother-in-law, so he won't hit me again ..."
It is said that during the day, people cannot be said, and Houyi cannot be a ghost. Cheng Qian's voice faded, and the curtain of the back room had moved slightly. I saw Yan Zhengming holding a book and Yushu walked out.
Yan Zhengming looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Who do you say?"
Cheng Qian: "Oh ... brother."
Fortunately, Yan Zhengming didn't seem to intend to hold him for a while. He put down the old book at hand, and turned to Li Wei: "You just mentioned it-I really want to go back to Fuyao Mountain recently. I have a snack recently and want to go back Look through the classics for verification. Although the things in the Jinglou are cluttered, I always send clues to things that have the same origin. Besides ... "
He frowned slightly: "I looked at Xiaoyueer last year when they were too old, so I sent them all back. At that time they let them pass the family letter, but I haven't heard back yet. It stands to reason that on Qinglong Island I do n’t believe it. They did n’t hear any news. I do n’t know if something happened. I also want to go home and see.

"I'm afraid I can't leave the island arbitrarily when I enter the Lecture Hall." Li Yan groaned. "It's better, you let Xueqing Shishi run them for you. I heard that Xueqing had anger some days ago? That Jinglou Should I get in? "
"Jinglou is not an inspiring person. At that time, the master and I were taught by the master in front of the door," Yan Zhengming shook his head. "Forget it, I am not in a hurry to organize this practice It ’s time to go back in the future. I asked Xueqing to send me a letter of seal, and then I went back to Fuyao Mountain to see. "
Listening to the two of them discussing this matter, Cheng Qian was preparing to sneak away quietly. No one knew just walked to the door, but Han Yuan suddenly rushed in and almost patted the door on his face.
"Oh, Xiao Qian, what are you doing!" He exposed Cheng Qian's whereabouts, yelling at the same time, "Master, two big things!"
Yan Zhengming glanced at Cheng Qian, frowned and took a step back, raised his hand slightly and raised his head, "Slowly, the spit stars are spraying on my face."
Han Yuan smiled indifferently, "Hey," he said, "Zhang Heitan didn't know who was black, his face was swollen like a hoe, and his neck was invisible."
Yan Zhengming and Li Yan's eyes focused on Cheng Qian invariably, Cheng Qian had to cough, pretending to turn his head to look at the scenery outside the window.
Han Yuan continued: "Furthermore, a big ship came up from the dock. I went to take a special look and heard that it was the little white face named Zhou who came back."
Zhou Hanzheng?
Cheng Qian finally couldn't afford to slip out, and stood silently against the door, his fingers involuntarily resting on the wooden sword.
"The last time he came back, when the Lecture Hall started, this time I guess there will be something big on the island." Han Yuan said firmly, "What would you guess?"
Every time he reported something, he lived like a storyteller. Three of his brothers ignored him. Han Yuan laughed and explained to himself: "I heard people say that the Lecture Hall will be held once, and the winner can enter the Qinglong. The disciples of the island practice in the inner court. "2k novel reading network