Chapter 51:

Cheng Qian just walked out of the valley for two steps. Suddenly he turned his head, grabbed his hand and grabbed it out of thin air. He just heard the sound of "Ouch", and a young man with a head and a brain rolled down from a big tree at the exit of the valley.
The person landed first, but the backpack on the back was a step slower, just hit the person's head. I didn't know what weight was in the backpack, and hit a human head with a loud muffler. The young man was smashed on the spot After rolling his eyes, he fell backwards on all fours, as if he had died before he was a teacher.
Cheng Qian: "..."
Although apart from Gu Zhu, there is basically no one who knows Cheng Qian in the Ming Valley-but this unique style can't be wrong.
Just as he lifted his leg to leave, the young man who had fainted for a while woke up and saw Cheng Qian, the young man's face almost filled with joy, holding his big fist bag on his head, and flung to Cheng Qian's feet, Shouted: "Senior! I've waited here for you for a long time, senior!"
Cheng Qian felt that this statement was a bit awkward, a bit like an elopement with an appointment, and one of them had lost his appointment.
He coughed: "You're welcome ... well, don't call me senior."
The young man snapped: "Oh, then Elder Cheng. I was thinking of going out and begging him to take me for a ride ... uh, 'Elder' didn't like to listen? What's it called? Uncle Cheng! No, I remember Now! Cheng ... Cheng ... Master Cheng! Why don't I worship you as a teacher? "
Cheng Qian: "..."
Seeing this young man going down the donkey field, he was going to kneel. On the spot, he planned to hold a cup of loess to worship the teacher. Cheng Qian quickly raised his hand and held him up: "Don't, I don't plan to accept a disciple for now. To whom? "
The young man said with a big grin: "No one has been practicing blindly with the owner, who is my father, and he won't mind if I worship someone else."
After hearing this not-so-surprising answer, Cheng Qian couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Oh, no wonder, it's really blue."
The young man listened to it and thought it was really a boast of his words. He said modestly, "Where and where, there are still many places for younger people to learn."
"..." Cheng Qian frowned weakly and asked, "What's your name?"
The young man held his chest and replied forcefully, "Old!"
No hypocritical person can praise the name against his will. Cheng Qian finally determined at this time that most of Nian Guzhu's mind had been scratched.
Cheng Qian refused to accept him as an apprentice, and he didn't care much when he was young. He rolled his own package and chased after his face. When Cheng Qian was a follower, he chased and asked, "Before ... Uncle Cheng, we are going to where?"
This obviously belonged to nothing, Cheng Qian was too lazy to listen to him, Quan Dang didn't hear it, Nian greatly disapproved, and didn't wait for the answer, so he asked himself and answered, "Nonsense, naturally goes to the fifteen cities." Come on, uncle, what are the demons and ghosts in the fifteen cities? "
This time, he did not expect Cheng Qian to ignore him, and simply answered himself, "No matter where it is sacred, in the end, it is not good for the disaster, we have to pack it!"
Cheng Qian finally turned back to interrupt his one-man show and asked, "You went out of the valley without permission, did your dad nod?"
"My dad doesn't care," Nian Da Dao, "Uncle, you can rest assured. As long as we are in the valley, we are all free."
Cheng Qian had a slight toothache. I don't know what kind of "master" can release this product.
Nian Da had a rare look at his face once, and explained with some negligence: "Uncle retreats all year round. I may not know that the door rule of my school has always been 'Cultivation is not high, a little, as long as you go out and do not cause trouble ...' Don't report to the door if you get into trouble. "
Cheng Qian was instantly speechless.
Nian greatly continued: "In short, to go out and travel is to eat, drink and have fun, by the way to cut off demons and demons-oh, of course, just pick the ones you can beat, and you ca n’t give them to more powerful seniors.
Cheng Qian glanced down at the sword donated by Mr. Gu and understood—Dare to use this as a trick to make him eat, drink and play.
Suddenly, he thought of something and couldn't help smiling.
Suddenly, Nian became a male duck with his neck strapped to his feet.
I usually stay together with the doormates in the valley, and I like to talk about the elders of Youtan when I'm fine-who is the one who can keep the ice pond in isolation for decades? Wouldn't you even say anything after coming out?
Who can endure so many calamities without any injuries?
He is simply not human!
Although Nianda spoke very lively in front of Cheng Qian, but out of admiration for the young elder, his heart was actually very tense, and his calf had been under his robe for a long time.
Cheng Qian saw him look dull and wondered: "What?"
Nian was very busy and gave himself a sting: "I, I, I ... hey, that this ..."
"Don't worry, I just think of our head brother, who is a bit like your father," Cheng Qian said with a little talk, "Oh, of course, I mean the same idea, my brother still has a waist."
Nian smirked and said, "Impossible? How can it be similar to my father? Then how can he cultivate such a powerful character as your uncle?"
It's a pity this time, his horse fart was patted on the horse's leg.
Cheng Qian listened for a moment, and then a slight smile on his face disappeared. He lowered his head and walked towards the distant village. For a long time, he whispered with mixed feelings: "I don't know, Maybe ... bad luck. "
Although Cheng Qian didn't say explicitly to take him, Nian finally managed to hold a thigh, but followed him deadly.
Less than half a mile away from the village, Cheng Qian felt that something was wrong. He calmly focused Zhenyuan in his eyes, and saw a village around him shrouded in a layer of blood.
Straight to the gloomy horizon, rolled up a large ominous cloud.
Cheng Qian frowned, which was very unusual—he didn't believe that with such energy, what would be a solitary ghost who could deal with it.
You know, the more advanced the monk, the more able it is to turn everything into spring rain. As for reaching out to the heart, the unarmed mortal is the same, the act is almost the same as the beast, even if it is the real magic repair, it wo n’t be ashamed. Face matters.
Is the culprit here deliberately making some kind of illusion, so that all the people in Mingming Valley think that the so-called "evil ghost" is just an unreliable meditation?
In this way, naturally, you don't need to use a sledgehammer to kill chickens. If it wasn't for Cheng Qian who hurried down the mountain just to run into it, the owner of the valley probably would send a Taoist who has been repaired in general and has little experience.
So ... then what?
Cheng Qian turned his thoughts suddenly, and suddenly came up with an idea-the target of this hidden murderer here is probably not these mortal villagers at all, but the monks in Minggu!
He immediately suppressed his own breath. For a moment, Cheng Qian was covered with frost, usually from the coercion of the Yuanshen monk, and he walked with the year. At first glance, he seemed to be a pair of brothers with the same level.
The young man may have a broader heart than the Yangtze River. At this time, he did not notice the blood on the village and did not notice any changes in Cheng Qian. He led the way with great interest: "I still came out and played once when I was young. Did you see that over there, Master? It seems that the villagers came to meet us! "
I saw that Liu Lang, who had come back in one step, had been waiting for a long time. After seeing the two of them, he strode up quickly, but Liu Lang never expected that the person who came was Cheng Qian. He was so flattered that he could hardly find the north. No words will be spoken.
"Is the body still? Take me to see it." Cheng Qian inadvertently politely passed him and walked to the village.
Liu Lang came back to God and hurried up after him: "Here, now, Xianchang ... What, please sit down a bit, I and I will ask you to pour tea ..."
Cheng Qian waved his hand: "No, I'm not used to drinking hot water, so I'll go and see ..."
His voice stopped abruptly and was shocked by the depression in the village.
This place is too rundown. I heard that there are immortals coming, and the villagers are almost all dispatched to watch the crowd. I saw these people all have dishes, ragged clothes, and a large village. There is even a decent tile inside. There are no houses, and some thatched houses have traces of grass-roots reconstruction after being toppled. Even the few dogs that ran by occasionally were skinny and wild-looking.
They did not dare to approach Cheng Qian, and stared at Da Da with that vigilant and fierce look all the way.
This dog must have seen raw blood and seen blood.
Although Cheng Qian did not enter the WTO for a hundred years, he thought that his birthplace was also a poor and remote country. The Cheng family was a family member, and he was very poor. However, even here, he still gained insight.
Liu Lang explained neatly: "Xianchang hasn't been in Mingming Valley for a long time. In the past two years, the natural disasters continued for years. After that, King Anping rebelled and fought for more than three years. The imperial court imposed taxes and taxes ... Slowly, it may not be entertaining. Xianchang, don't blame ... "
Cheng Qian shook his head, his mood was somewhat complicated.
Until this time, he had a century-old storm. He changed the feeling of the world. For a time, he felt that the besieged sword in the hand seemed to be tied up. Cheng Qian secretly took a trick and turned that The sword disappeared.
At this moment, something touched the consciousness he unintentionally let out. Cheng Qian turned his head around, the trees behind him were mottled, and there was nothing.
Nian turned back and asked, "Master, what are you doing? Why don't you leave?"
Cheng Qianxin said, "You're being watched, you idiot."
But he scolded in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, only regained his consciousness, pretending to be unaware, and continued to move forward in silence, following Liulang to the place where the body was parked.
Nian Dadiandian farted forward and said, "Uncle, I listened to the discussion with my colleagues, it seems that they all said that this thing was done by ghosts and magic!"
"Is it the soul-stealing lamp? Indeed, blood is needed for the ghost-stealing lantern to make ghosts," Cheng Qian said slowly. "But I heard that the blood needed for the ghost-sacrifice lantern had to be drawn from the living person. Yes, not much. It will not kill a person once, but if you repeat it a few times, you will not be able to use it. The blood on this person will not be used anymore, so the person who died of the soul eater will not be like them. He died with all his blood-not to mention that there are so many soul-eating lanterns in heaven and earth? "
For the first year of the year, my heart was full of worship: "Uncle, how do you know everything?"
Cheng Qian met his big ignorant eyes, and suddenly felt that the goods had no value in relieving boredom--he was so annoying.
In the middle of the hot summer, the corpse that has been put on for several days has become rotten and rotten. The shroud was opened, and the flies hummed and flew to Cheng Qian. All the bees were frozen and ran away. Next, Cheng Qian didn't care about putting his hand on a child's corpse. Immediately, he saw a black gas rising from the corpse, straight into the sky, and turned into a dark paint in the air. Grimace, at the sight of Cheng Qian, immediately fled.
Cheng Qian frowned slightly, and chased after his body shape.
Nian is likely to be a bit sluggish. After a while, he said "Oh," and then wanted to chase, Cheng Qian was gone.
He was busy taking out a epee in the parcel, and stuffed the rest with Liu Lang, and he asked Yu Jian to catch up, and said in his mouth, "Uncle! Uncle! Wait for me!"
However, there is still the trace of Cheng Qian. Nian Dayujian flew a circle, and then fell back to the original place, grabbed his hair, and said to the villagers, "lost people."
Liu Lang busy said: "Immortal grow up, can you take me? I grew up in my hometown, and the road is familiar, I can take you to the place where Bai Ying has been."
Nian glanced at him with great difficulty. This young man was not good at learning and was able to control his sword, and he could not bring anyone at all. Hearing that, he was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so he had to pretend to cough, put away the epee, and made excuses: "It ’s okay, but it ’s easy to see in the sky, it ’s not good if I miss my uncle—or not Shall we go on the ground? "
After saying that, he flipped through his parcel and pulled out two cinnabar yellow paper charms. Although this thing does not cost much real money to make, it is very sophisticated about the materials, and it can only be used once, usually When the unsuccessful children are not in sight, the elders prepare them in advance.
Nian picks and chooses a pair of tricks as cross-eyed eyes. Then he picks out two slaying spells from the middle, and puts one on each of Liu and Lang's legs, calling out, "Go!"
Liu Lang's face suddenly turned white, and he was dragged away by the wind.
No one of them had seen it. A golden silk cicada lying there for a long time on a large elm tree next to it had "knowledge" for a while, and then quietly flew down from the tree. , Chasing Nian Da and Liu Lang away, but it chased out less than three or four miles, and suddenly seemed to run into something, a figure.
I saw that the golden silk cicada circled twice on the side of the road, and the ground turned into a leaf. The leaf split from the middle, and a clear air floated into the clear sky and flew away, all the way to a hillside less than fifty miles away. .
Among the 100,000 mountains in Shuzhong, a young man and a woman are standing on a hillside and looking down. These two people are the puddles where Li Zhihe has already taken half a circle in Kyushu.
The puddle said: "Brother told me to tell you, he first went to visit the Minggu master-after all, it is someone else's place, we are here, it is not good not to say hello."
Li Xun nodded, just about to ask a question, and suddenly heard a faint beep, he looked up, and saw his golden crystal cicada that flew across the body flew back and landed nicely on Li Xuan's shoulder.
"Golden Cicada?" The puddle wondered. "Can it find the magic repair so quickly?"
As soon as Li Yi waved his hand, Jin Sichan stunned into the air, and a depressed village appeared immediately in front of them. A shabby boy led two monks to the village.
I saw the young monk walking in front of him and entered the sight of Jin Cicada. Suddenly he felt something like that. He turned around suddenly, and then the whole image disappeared.
Puddle: "Ah ..."
"It's nothing," Li Xun said, not surprisingly, he only said, "This person must be a master above Yuanshen. I don't know why the cultivation is hidden. This kind of power is there, and this time the golden silkhopper may not dare to open its eyes. "
As soon as his voice fell, the picture reappeared again—I saw this time as a hut with a row of corpses under the eaves. Only then had the person who had almost found the golden cicada disappeared, another young monk whistled. Called for a long time, "Uncle" or something, Yu Jian flew for a while, then was persuaded by a villager youngster, took the young man, the two walked together along the Xingfu, the picture followed them for a moment, Immediately, Cicada seemed to encounter something, and suddenly stopped following, and the picture disappeared.
Li Yan put the cicada into his palm, and said, "That place makes it feel dangerous, and I dare not follow it again ... Hey, let's explore when the master comes back."
"Wait!" The puddle grabbed Li's shoulder and said anxiously, "Second Brother, look again. At the beginning, I want to see the person who appeared at the beginning!"
"What's so good? It passed in a flash and couldn't see clearly," Li said, puzzled. "Isn't that whispering kid just called 'Uncle', presumably the elder in his martial art?" ? "
"It's the vague side face," Puddle said, "I think ... he looks a bit like Brother Three." 2k novel reading network