Chapter 55:

As soon as Cheng Qian opened his eyes, he was startled by the back of a feather duster, and then he watched the feather duster come back indifferently, and greeted him vigorously: "Three brothers!"
The previous day was a hallucination, and Cheng Qian hadn't returned to his heart yet. He asked sully, "What's on your head?"
The puddle said with pleasurable beauty, "Colorful paspalum, does it look good?"
"..." Cheng Qian walked away hard, silent for a moment, and said sincerely, "a little dazzling."
The puddles of his eyebrows were raised, and then he looked at his half-new and old plain robe, relieved, and said with some forbearance, "Forget it, you don't understand anyway-come on, we Go back to the villa today. "
Cheng Qian really wanted to confuse her with the words "don't understand", but after years of seeing it, she always seemed a little rusty, so she didn't say it, only slightly lowered her head, looked away, and asked, "What is the villa? "
Puddle: "It's a new home!"
Cheng Qian wrapped up the coil that Nian Gu gave him, hung Frost Blade back, followed the puddle through the woods next to the open space, and looked up to see the violent arguments waiting at a high place. Rao was Cheng Qian dressing for others Things like that were never very concerned, and were shocked at this time.
I do n’t know what weird mentality has been cultivated over the years. In this wild country, he can still change his clothes properly and take care of himself with a radiant look. He still has a hand in his hand. Folding fan, hitting the palm of his hand ... and the one who judged him last night.
There is also a puddle of this human-shaped pheasant in front of him.
Cheng Qian glanced at the puddle in a complicated mood, thinking that the child had been preserved by the head brother, and learned a bad smell, but he didn't learn his bad taste.
Looking around the puddle, he wondered: "Well? Where is the second brother?"
"He wants to check Han Yuanbu's formation. He returned to the villa first last night," Yan Zhengming glanced at the feather-filled puddle and tried to reprimand her for some reason. Shengsheng refused to say anything, and insisted on a natural attitude, saying, "Let's run for me, too, there is a letter over there from Shishi, go quickly."
The puddle froze, then said with some disappointment: "Oh, I want to stay with Brother Three for a while."
Yan Zhengming thought with dissatisfaction: "It's a very big person, he doesn't have any glance at all."
It's a pity that this remark is very different. He had to say calmly: "Since he's back, he won't go anymore. If you have anything to say, you can come back and say, it matters."
The puddle has well-developed wings and a simple mind. I immediately believed in her master's gossip about "upright business." I looked at Cheng Qian with a bit of nostalgia and saw that he nodded and promised not to leave. This turned into a bird and fluttered away Already.
Yan Zhengming also sent away the last one that was annoying. Before he had time to rejoice, a few inexplicable tensions raised in his heart. He silently deserted himself for a while and thought deceivingly: "This boy is what I watched growing up. "Why nervous?"
The guilt in Cheng Qian's heart didn't go away. When he saw that he had something to say, he stood on the side and waited honestly, but after a long while he didn't even have a sound, it was a bit inexplicable.
Yan Zhengming glanced at him, and unintentionally turned to Cheng Chengqian's eyes, and quickly moved away, thinking irritably: "Mother, it's still nervous, it's a hell."
So he turned around and took a prideful face, saying, "Let's go."
After that, he took the lead in the sword, and the air robe turned up and waited for Cheng Qian. His posture was very bluffing. At first glance, there was almost the calmness of some generations of masters, and Cheng Qian rushed to catch up. Brother Xiong's former bear-like look, and look at the back in front of him now, and my heart is not taste.
Yan Zhengming had several questions one after another, and finally picked the one that was most concerned at this stage, so he asked, "Who gave you that sword?"
The gadget was like holding a big golden tooth in his hand, it was definitely not Cheng Qian who had found it by himself. He might have been stuffed with him by somebody.
Cheng Qian replied, "The Niangu Lord of Mingminggu is a gift."
Yan Zhengming contacted the cause and effect of the first day of the water hole, and guessed that the "elder of the valley master" in the mouth of Ning Ming was Cheng Qian, and he suddenly made an unreasonable fire: "Mingming Valley? When I went there, the old fat man didn't even mention it. I mean, do you want to grab someone from me? Huh, you can't help it. "
The innocent Nian Guzhu is estimated to be warm at this time.
Yan Zhengming continued to ask, "What are you doing in Mingming Valley?"
Cheng Qian: "Let's rebuild the body with the ice in his house."
Yan Zhengming frowned, and finally recovered his messy thoughts, and said positively: "As far as I know, there is no way to reshape the body except for the reincarnation of the Yuanshen, otherwise Master would not ..."
Cheng Qian thought for a while, and refinedly replied, "Maybe it's because I am the Yuanshen who happened to be cultivated in the Spirit Jade."
"What is Ju Lingyu?" Yan Zhengming couldn't help but said, "Can't you start from the beginning?"
The child did not have a mother. It was a long story. Cheng Qian paused. He managed to find a source. He started with the accidental encounter between Tang Yuan and Han Yuan. How to re-create the flesh in Mingming Valley, only omitted the pain of the wind knife cutting soul in the gathering spirit jade and the seven heavenly calamities in Mingming Valley.
It's a pity that Yan Zhengming hasn't seen the world, how can he not know what happened to Yuan Shen?
In order to cultivate the Yuanshen in your own body, you have to go through thousands of hammers and souls to forge the soul, not to break the cube, not to mention the fact that the cultivation of the body in foreign objects and foreign objects is unheard of since ancient times. Just an adult, what are you doing hard?
Not to mention the ice pond, even if it has been soaked in magma for decades, it can only soak a piece of cooked jade.
Yan Zhengming forcedly asked: "A piece of jade, even if it is a heaven and earth spirit, can it be made by soaking it in an ice pond? Impossible, to be honest."
Cheng Qian almost glared at him. He pointed at the monk and cursed the bald donkey. The young master who did n’t know why he was angry after the scolding had a day of carefulness. He could n’t hide it, so he said: "Since it is against the sky And, of course, there is a natural disaster. "
The sword under Yan Zhengming's feet braked suddenly in the air: "What?"
His voice was a little dry for a moment: "Is it ... big or small?"
Some monks are jumping too fast, and they will also suffer from calamities. Generally, there are three or five. Nine gods are the heaviest. They represent a small punishment and a great commandment. They are a warning to mortals to cultivate their minds and converge. It's called "Xiaotianjie".
Only when the power soars, can the great calamity come down. Even if the calamity has the ability to row mountains and clouds and rain in the mortal world, on this hurdle, it can only die for a lifetime-the ants and the sky fight for their lives. This is disrespectful, let alone. Delusion lives with heaven and earth.
It is said that in the days of thunderstorms, thunder was like a splash, and it was impossible to resist, and there was no magic weapon in the world to bless.
Cheng Qian paused: "Uh ..."
Yan Zhengming immediately affirmed: "It's a big disaster."
Cheng Qian said indifferently: "Oh, that's not true. I have been retreating. I have limited knowledge. I have never heard of Tianjie."
In this regard, Cheng Qian, who has been pretending to be a child since he was a child, is really much smarter than a puddle. After speaking, he still has a little bit of curiosity in the right place. Ask: "What is a big disaster?"
Yan Zhengming looked at him silently.
Cheng Qian replied lightly: "I've carried it anyway, but I don't feel any great, is it relatively small?"
Yan Zhengming's eyes started to be a little gloomy, as when someone overturned his incense burner when he was young, he didn't snor, just stared at others, and each eyelash stood up as "I'm very unhappy, you hurry to I apologize "shape.
Cheng Qian used to be impatient and thought "to get used to your problems", and then decide whether to appease perfunctoryly depending on the priority of the matter. However, after many years, he suddenly felt very soft-hearted-trapped At that time, he was going to die, the bad temper of the big brother, the toad / tadpole of the second big brother, the troubles of the fourth big brother, and even the endless diapers of the little big sister were the memories he couldn't wait for.
Cheng Qian suddenly smiled, and slightly bent the corners of his eyes into a delicate hook, to avoid answering the disaster, just coaxed: "Brother, I miss you very much."
Yan Zhengming: "..."
There was a sudden jump in his heart, and the hurriedly threw down the phrase "coming soon", and then dropped Cheng Qian, slamming the royal sword into the clouds, and fled.
At the same time, Yan Zhemen thought very heroically and furiously: "Don't expect me not to hold you accountable. When I go back, I will send a message to Mingminggu's old fat man and ask what is going on."
Cheng Qian originally thought that the so-called "village" was in an old forest in a deep mountain. I did not expect that it was really a mountain villa. On the outskirts of the city, there was a hundred hectares of land underneath. The tenants cultivated in the fields and kept busy.
The two of them fell to the top of the mountain and walked down, looking out from a high place, and seeing the crowded marketplace not far away.
Anyone who sees this is just saying that this is the residence of a mortal landlord.
However, after entering the villa, Cheng Qian understood why Yan Zhengming bought this house.
I don't know who the former owner of this villa is. What is the place? Here the mountains gather water, the terrain is very delicate, and the aura on three sides of the mountain are all gathered in it.
"I reinforced the courtyard wall," Yan Zhengming said, "there are spells under the bricks, so that the aura in the house is not leaked-even if it is not as deep as Fuyao Mountain, it is definitely better than Mingminggu."
He was still mad ... Cheng Qian was speechless and had to nod and say yes.
The outer courtyard walked around, all the pavilions, pavilions, and pavilions were available. Occasionally, the small crickets who cleaned the courtyard passed silently, passed through a garden, and reached the inner house. I saw here the dense green trees, bamboo and sea. As soon as you step in, you feel that the summer heat is swept away, and people walking in it will involuntarily lighten their feet to prevent disturbing the quietness here.
"They are not allowed here, and no one will be disturbed even if they are closed," Yan Zhengming said. "Come with me."
He led Cheng Qian directly to the middle of the bamboo forest, and saw that there was a small courtyard with a wooden sign at the door, with the word "Qing'an", a breeze came, bamboo leaves, Cheng Qian station In front of the courtyard, he paused for a while, as if he had returned to Fuyao Mountain, which had been away for a long time.
In the courtyard, the study door was half-covered, and the four treasures of the study were all spread out on the table. A copy of the quiet scripture, which had been copied in half, was laid across the table case, as if the owner had never left.
Yan Zhengming looked around while Cheng Qian was busy, rolled up the half of the quiet scripture, rolled it into his sleeve, and hid it. If nothing happened, he said to Cheng Qian: "I ... oh, I remember your Qing'anju is like this, look See what's different? "
Cheng Qian looked at the vivid carved windows and the tea-traffic tray, which could trap people into the soft chairs and the scent of scent from the side. At a glance, he knew who the place was before. They don't touch it. "
But glancing at Yan Zhengming's pretentious calm eyes, he opened his eyes and shook his head nonsense: "No, I can almost tell the truth."
Yan Zhengming first let out a big sigh of relief, then stubbornly frowned, and said very "head": "That's good, just for you, come back to live."
After speaking, he looked suddenly, staring at Cheng Qian with a threatening voice: "Remember what I said? If you dare to leave home without a reason without saying a word, I will clean up the portal."
Cheng Qian was so funny and helpless that he couldn't help but snorted: "You have more to come?"
He couldn't fight back or scold him along the way, and he fought sternly and sternly. He always felt insecure, and finally heard the familiar tone, and his heart seemed to fall to the ground, and he was solid.
Yan Zanmen bitterly asked himself, "Is that you can't see others giving you a good look, cheap / human?"
Then the humble person took a step forward and embraced Cheng Qian from behind. When the arm tightened, Yan Zhengming closed her eyes and held her breath. It seemed to hold a strange feeling, only for a moment, he Let go, and patted Cheng Qian's shoulder affectionately, and said, "Okay, take a good rest."
Then he turned around and left with a half of Zhang Jingjing, and when he came out of the bamboo forest, he exhaled the breath that he held, so contentedly, he slightly stunned, slipped to the next door, and intently submerged the Yuanshen in the palm of his hand. Look up the Fengshan Order left by Master.
Although Cheng Qian asked a sentence, the language was not very detailed, but Yan Zhengming keenly felt that the process of his death was born as if he had just responded to the "three heavens and three people", and was in the same way as the triple lock in Fengshan Ling One correspondence ... could it be a coincidence?
He tentatively confronted the Yuanshen and the sense of the head seal slightly. The head seal treated him generously and would not hurt him, as if tolerating a less sensible junior, only slightly bounced back and made him feel. To the point that he is shaking the tree, he is still far behind, playing less cleverly.
Yan Zhengming bypassed the "human lock" that he already had in his heart, and turned to the "ground lock" behind him. He probed into the divine knowledge, and saw that there were four squares of blue and white Zhuxuan, divided into four squares, each square. There is a keyhole in which three locks are closed. Only the lock belonging to Qinglong has been opened.
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