Chapter 29:

As soon as this remark was made, the sea was suddenly silent.
For the four brothers and sisters of the Fuyao school, the sudden emergence of the dark shadows is a bit familiar, although other than eavesdropping on the words of Yan Zhengming, others have not understood what happened to the person attached to the wooden sign last time Ran here, but several people know that this person must be close to the martial arts.
Only last time in the Valley of the Demon, the world's first demon head was easy-going. Although he always fooled the children, he was not angry when he was dismantled in person, showing that he had a good temper.
This time, he seemed to have completely changed.
Yan Zhengming could feel the violent suffocation from his body on the deck of the ship, and the sea was turbulent.
The face of Jiang Peng changed suddenly, and then he leapt from the cloud, jumped down, and landed unbiasedly on the ship pulled by a bunch of swords.
It was too late, and I saw that Fang Guangxi was also returned. The sword repairers you came to me have fully shown what it means to be a
time-conscious person
. They jumped into the sea consciously like dumplings. There was a splash of water around, so spectacular.
The mountains and rivers were about to rain, and the storm was a masterpiece. Yan Zhengming's footsteps were almost unsteady.
Fortunately, this boat is expensive. The hull is surrounded by everyone's charms, and it can still resist effectively for a while, but when he stands up hard, Yan Zhengming sinks in his heart, and Master and his boat are gone. !!
"Tell the boatman to retreat," Yan Zhengming quickly instructed the followers, "I have a 'sense of eyes' in my luggage, bring it to me ... Cheng Qian, what are you mothering?" I roll down! "
It turned out that Yan Zhengming didn't notice that his three division brother Cheng Qian had already climbed up to the mast and looked around boldly and fearlessly.
Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves, stepped up by relying on his legs, and raised his hand to catch Cheng Qian's waist, and personally carried him down.
Cheng Qian was searching wholeheartedly for the real person of Muchun. Before he could search for the eyebrows, he was suddenly caught by the feet of a chicken, and he was struggling. "What are you doing?"
Yan Zhengming held him in one hand and shouted at his ear: "I haven't asked you what you did!"
Cheng Qian: "I'm looking for Master!"
Yan Zhengming: "I think you are looking for death!"
Yan Zhengming made Cheng Qian angry. He caught a glimpse of Xue Qing who was hurried to find out, and then rushed to Xue Qing and shouted: "That ... that you, what's your name? Come here, show me this boy, don't you let him……"
The words behind "Don't Let Him" ​​didn't have time to exit, and the ship's hull shook again, and the unknown Bei Mingjun and Jiang Peng actually greeted and moved their hands.
The water dragon came out of the water again, and even though it was the only big ship of the Fuyao faction, it could not help but tilted to the side. Yan Zhengming had no time to hand over Cheng Qian to Xue Qing. Protected in his arms, the back slammed into the cabin on one side, and the spell on the entire hull made a nearly crazy "hum".
One is the demon repair power that can incorporate the Yuanshen like Tang Yuan into the soul-stealing lamp, the other is the Bei Mingjun who is the ancestor of all demons, and the two men turned over the river and turned to the sea. Wave-like ants.
And Yan Zhengming, in a scorched head, finally couldn't help yelling at his feelings.
Yan Zhengming: "I said long ago that I should not go out!"
Cheng Qian raised his head in pain, complaining: "You're stuck on my ribs."
Yan Zhengming climbed up with his hands and feet, and landed on his back. He threw Cheng Qian back into the cabin: "That's because you are too short, and my arms can only reach your ribs!"
All the protective spells on the ship were fully opened, and they seemed to be a dangerous and strong wind light in the storm. After this battle, I am afraid that Master can no longer correct Master Yan ’s theory that
cheap is not good, good is not cheap
Already.
At this extreme, Yan Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief before he had time to glance at the battle.
With his eyesight, of course, nothing was clear, but he couldn't help remembering that he heard only a few words from boss Wen. Hear what he meant ... This Bei Mingjun should be a senior of his own martial arts. Although this senior fell into the demon path, his heart turned to the martial arts, and he even held himself in the Valley of the Demon last time.
Thinking of that one, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt a little worried, and the three souls had one soul, so the black shadow in front of them was probably an incomplete Yuan Shen at this time, and the ghost Tao just happened to be the destroyer. Xiu looks so bad, even if Bei Mingjun comes in person, will he suffer?
But the next moment, he felt that he was worried about salty radish. The two demon heads were fighting. Regardless of who suffered, Yan Zhengming straightened his expression and prepared to return to Cheng Qian training. However, this time, Yan Zhengming I was shocked to find that after only walking for a while, Cheng Qian was gone!
Also missing were puddles.
Yan Zhengming didn't get up at that time, and stirred up a full-hearted and frightening battle in his stomach. He hurriedly searched for fear that the two little cubs would be caught by the ghost of the demon repair or fall into the water in confusion.
"Master, uncle three are there!"
Yan Zhengming stumbled across and ran along the boy's fingers, only to see that Cheng Qian and the puddle unknowingly ran to Master's little broken ship.
The wings on the back of Shimei's puddle haven't had time to put away. You don't have to think about how the two of them went down. Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out how Cheng Qian communicated with her.
At this moment, the two demon heads are confronting each other in the air. Under such circumstances, Yan Zhengming was inconvenient to scream at the boat and yell. He could only stare at Cheng Qian far in the distance and saw the little cub in all directions. On the leaking boat, he waved at himself indifferently, and Yan Zhengming couldn't bear a stomachache.
He found that his "wenjing" master always had an arrogance to set aside life and death. Regardless of whether you collapsed or collapsed, there were only a few people in his eyes, even if the two big demon heads would make a hole in the sky, he also Can only take care of looking for Master.
Mu Chun was frightened by the two apprentices who suddenly flew over, and her five internal organs and six uncles turned around, busy, and pointed out a shot of anger, hit the puddle and Cheng Qian, raised his hand to catch it.
Before he got angry, Cheng Qian had already pulled his sleeve. The first sentence was: "Master, are you okay!"
The puddle echoed, "Ah!"
Mu Chun's real eyelids bounced. On the one hand, it was very itchy. I wish I could beat the two little cubs on their butts. On the one hand, Cheng Qian's sentence was sour and soft, and I couldn't bear to fight. .
At this moment, there was a howling in the air, and I saw that Jiang Peng's body was almost transparent, and his chest seemed to be a cold flame, and the black gas of the ink rolled over his face, and his eyes were invisible.
Mu Chun paused, and murmured: "Take him as a lamp ... Is he completely crazy?"
Then, the face of Mu Chun changed, and he sharply inserted / inserted the wooden sword into the deck of the boat. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to be a sharp iron-sharp weapon, and it went into the board effortlessly. At the same time, the seawater on both sides suddenly formed, forming a circle of water film, surrounded by three masters and apprentices.
The next moment, an indescribable scream swelled, and even the water film supported by Mu Chun's real person was difficult to block. The screams of resentment like ghosts rushed towards Jiuxiao, and the dark clouds suddenly condensed, looming like a thunder. Cover, cover the sky, and the North Mingjun seems to be a bird flying in the sky, and is worthless to mention without a trace.
The ghosts in the sky became more and more sloppy, and the Bei Mingjun became thinner and thinner. The blue sea at his feet seemed to be the most thorny thorn in the world.
Cheng Qian looked at the back, and there was an instant blessing to the soul—though tens of thousands of people went by.
You can refine the great demon of the Yuanshen and the poor and ugly Taoist aunt, the huge water dragon and the three-footed wooden sword, the thunder of Jiuxiao and the ghost of Beimingjun ...
The sword light of Qiu Xueliang in the late Tang Dynasty, the sawdust left by Master ’s fingertips, and the lonely back of Bei Mingjun from the side ... All of them flashed in front of Cheng Qian's eyes, and there was something in the meridian that was faintly painful but not yet recovered. Inflow, the whole body suddenly hurt.
Mu Chun was taken aback. He caught Cheng Qian's sudden fall, but he didn't expect that he would be settled in this situation for the first time. I do n’t know if his little disciple is bold or doomed to go in the future. Risky divergence.
However, the situation is not very safe at present. Every year, Xianshi is on the East China Sea. This area of ​​the sea is surrounded by mountains and mountains. It is a magical place. Too rich aura will be sucked in by Cheng Qian with all his brains. An ocean's sea, his weak meridian had to be overwhelmed.
The puddle was frightened, and stared blankly at the three brothers who suddenly huddled up.
In the air, Jiang Peng was completely invisible. He turned into a huge life-stealing lamp, and many ghosts such as willows fluttered, and were immediately engulfed in by the ominous fire. Even the dark mist on Bei Mingjun was almost scattered. Exhausted, but before anyone could see his true face, he suddenly went up against the current and rushed towards the soul-stealing lamp.
In this fluttering stream of fire, the puddle was suddenly rolled up by something, and it floated automatically without wind.
Mu Chun, while looking at Cheng Qian, scrambled to catch the puddle's clothes.
He just saw that little fat girl had a belt on her when she didn't know when she was wearing it. She didn't even have a waist. What belt would she want? Mu Chun reached out and grabbed the colorful silk, and dragged it down.
Mu Chun shook his wrist and shook a piece of wooden charm from the colored silk. It was Cheng Qian who pointed to the "tracking sign" carved by Yan Zhengming.
Cheng Qian himself is a beginner. The size and taboos in the spell are still completely unknown. Yan Zhengming is also an uncompromising two knives. The two men work together and have to quarrel with each other from time to time. How can it be carved? The right tracker?
Mu Chun glanced at him, but he couldn't see what it was.
It doesn't matter what it looks like. It wastes at most one piece of wood, but terribly, this spell with unknown effect seems to be touched at this time!
When Bei Mingjun and Soul Eater met on the narrow road, the moment when they collided in the sky with extremely bright and dim light, the wooden bar with the unknown charm suddenly burst into a strong light, rising from the spark and spreading irresistibly and quickly. , The sky went straight up, collided with the first thundering thunder, blinded for a while, and the world was white.
It didn't take long for Bai Guangfang to disperse, and Bei Mingjun and Jiang Peng disappeared. Mu Chun and his two little disciples also disappeared, leaving only a pile of colored silk broken into rags.
Cheng Qian didn't know how long he suffered a lot of pain. Just when he felt that he was going to die, he felt light all over the place, and he seemed to hear a cry. Is that ... Xiaoshimei?
Then he heard a man whispering, "Shh-don't make a noise."
The crying of the puddle gradually lowered, and everything around him gradually dived away. He first felt his limbs, and then he couldn't feel himself. He seemed to sink into an unknown place, and it was true to him. The earth melts into one.
I don't know how long it took before Cheng Qian woke up. For a while, I felt physically and mentally comfortable like never before. All the fatigue and dark injuries in the past disappeared.
He exhaled slowly, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unknown place.
It seemed to be a valley. There was an incredibly large tree in the valley. The roots of the ground were as high as a house, and under the tree was a aging bone.
Next to the bones is his little sister's puddle and a strange man.
Cheng Qian was taken aback and propped himself up: "You ... Senior, who are you?"
He knew this person, who was in the half of the portraits he had seen on the second floor of the Jinglou building, and there was also a slender weasel lying at the foot of the person, lying quietly on the ground, not knowing that he was dead. Is live.
Puddle also looked curiously at this "stranger", and the half of her who did not know the person in front of her, but the half who belonged to the demon thought he was very familiar.
The "stranger" turned to Cheng Qian, and smiled slightly: "Do you even recognize your master when you close your eyes and then open your eyes?"
Cheng Qian had a numb leg and listened to the familiar voice of the stranger. Then he sat back and said, "Master?"
How did his master with short waist and short legs become such a dog-like figure!
The word "Master" has been taught countless times, and the puddle is understandable. She said "Yeah" in surprise, tilted her head, as if with a brow, and thought dumbly. Looks like a bunch of bright Hara.
The man with long sleeves and wide sighs sighed, and the mother carefully wiped her saliva like that, and complained mutteringly: "That is, your master, I don't dislike you, little dirty girl, if you change your master brother Sooner or later I have to stew you
This familiar tone immediately made the puddles feel more intimate. She immediately forgot how the master looked like before changing her face, and happily uttered "Ahhh", using her teary face to bury the clean front of the man .
At this point in Cheng Qian's heart, there were a thousand people who could not find the north, and felt that he was just like dreaming, and he could only ask the most urgent question: "Master, what is this place? You ... how did you become like this?"
Mu Chun touched the piece of wood that had been broken into two pieces, and threw it to Cheng Qian. He said angrily, "Don't you dare ask me? What have you carved?"
Cheng Qian recognized the results of their half-annual glance at a glance, and said, "This ... this is a tracking symbol."
Mu Chun sighed: "Just like you, you can dare to use spells that you haven't seen before. It's so fat that you can drink wine ... You have made more than one mistake in this tracking charm, and it has become a half success. The chasing charm of the soul was originally useless. I did not expect to be forcibly excited by the soul-eating lamp and the Yuanshen of the Demon Sect. At present, it follows the Yuanshen of the North Hades, and chases the land of the North Hades.
Cheng Qian's eyes fell involuntarily on the bones of that tree.
That bone is Bei Mingjun?
No, Bei Mingjun is dead?
Cheng Qian turned his mind sharply and asked, "Master, do you know him?"
Mu Chun's real person smiled bitterly: "Thanks to you, I just recognized it."
As he said, he found another copper coin from his cuff and said, "Brother Wen Ya gave me three copper coins then, and now this is the only one left."
His fingertips were a little dazzling against the background of rusty copper coins. Cheng Qian found that he was still used to the insignificant image of his two-handed goatee-this man who seemed to walk down from the portrait seemed to make him kind A sense of distance that is difficult to approach, as if to return to the portrait in the next moment.
Mu Chun's fingertips flicked on the copper coins, only to hear a "ding", a cloud of mist emerged from the copper coins, and in situ became a Beiming Jun just like the one just now.
Mu Chun looked at each other for a moment, but actually kneeled slowly holding the puddle, saying: "Master." 2k novel reading network