Chapter 69:

Cheng Qian slaughtered people, but he was still struggling in his throat, and his heart was uneasy.
Is it true? In fact, he did not show much respect for the big brother from early choreography to late, but he just couldn't let it go, and it seemed like he was stepped on his tail and pulled out of scales for no reason.
Cheng Qian even angered Han Yuan with this anger-what kind of goods did he mix with for so many years?
That slap was really light that day.
Cheng Qian knew that Tang Yan would definitely not wait for him after he got Bing Xinhuo, so he didn't stop. He left the evil practice in the southern Xinjiang in a bad mood, and left this wrong land all the way. However, after returning home, he didn't know where to go for a while. In principle, things here are done. He should go north to chase the brothers, but Cheng Qian did not want to face Yan Zhengming inexplicably.
Fortunately, it seemed that someone had just given a pillow as soon as he fell asleep. Cheng Qian traveled to the periphery of southern Xinjiang, and encountered Zhuang Nanxi, who had been waiting for a long time.
Zhuang Nanxi has already sent him away, waiting for him here for a long time alone. When he saw Cheng Qian, he immediately greeted him and said, "Predecessor Cheng! Thank you for helping me, otherwise we would all be here." "
This man is very clever and has some skills. Cheng Qian had a good impression on him, and he waved his hand: "Don't be so polite, I'm not a senior, just happen to pass by, just raise my hand."
Zhuang Nanxi froze and said, "The predecessor broke into Zhaoyang City alone, just for the ice stone in the city?"
Cheng Qian didn't know why he asked this and didn't correct his mistake. He said, "Yes, how?"
Zhuang Nanxi was a little rushed and said: "We were caught in the trap of magic repair a few days ago, and a fellow teacher and sister escaped by chance. I met the senior and thought it was her helping hand ..."
Cheng Qian said: "Don't you and the teacher have no way to contact the teacher, and you will just pull a stranger from the road to rescue you?"
Zhuang Nanxi was stunned by him, and had to smile bitterly: "This ... Actually, Shimei is just a name, she was ... my friend who met with each other ... Well, I thought that my predecessor might have seen her."
Cheng Qian just asked it casually, and wasn't really interested, saying: "You are here waiting for me for a special trip? What does it look like?"
Zhuang Nanxi busily described it to him in a lengthy and eloquent way. Cheng Qian was baptized by "closed moon, shame, flowers, fish, and geese." Except for the man who was a beautiful girl, he didn't hear anything useful. Then he blurted out, "Is it a lover?"
Zhuang Nanxi: "..."
He didn't expect someone to be so straightforward, and glanced at Cheng Qian neatly, and a blood color rose from the roots of his ears. Zhuang Nanxi's eyes were a little too agile for a man. He always looked as if he could talk. Emotions and sorrows are hidden in them.
However, Cheng Qian frowned secretly, and could not help but think of the ugly state of the demons in Zhaoyang City, and said, "Don't practice well and do some ridiculous things. This can also be regarded as a famous door? It seems not as good as the group on Qinglong Island Whoever wears a linen and a filial piety, at least they are attentive. "
Thinking about it that way, Cheng Qian became impatient, and was too lazy to deal with Zhuang Nanxi, but when he thought of how good this person was, he was also considered to be Baihu Shanzhuang. He might have to deal with him again in the future, so he had to suppress his mind.
In the final analysis, the monks are all human beings. Inevitably, they are contaminated by the earthly world. Even if Cheng Qian does not consider himself, he must also think about martial arts. He must also be impatient when he is impatient. You're talking about the same people, just like that, I can't identify. "
"Yes, I was negligent." Zhuang Nanxi rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, and then said, "She has a goose egg face, a red mole on her brows, and it's quite red. If my predecessors met, they should have an impression."
Cheng Qian: "..."
He just pretended to ask politely, and did not expect to see it-there were many people who spotted the red mole on the eyebrow, but he was rare but he was a little longer. This is not the one outside the small building. Female corpse?
What came out of chaos ... Actually, it didn't work out at all.
Cheng Qian opened his mouth and thought of a cold "Sorrowful Grief", but at a glance, he looked at the eyes of Shangzhuang Nanxi. Somehow, he suddenly couldn't say anything. He rarely saw such a look on the monk's face, hoping and longing, as if just describing the person's appearance to a stranger, he couldn't please and be satisfied.
"Not obsessed with fanfare," Cheng Qian thought.
But even though he thought so, the dissatisfaction with which he had just felt full was unknowingly dispersed. If a person is willing to have affection and righteousness, no matter what the feeling is, it is probably moving.
Cheng Qian didn't know how to tell him for a while.
When Zhuang Nanxi saw him not answering for a long time, the look of disappointment flashed on his face, and said, "Oh, maybe she and her predecessor missed it. I'll look for it nearby."
Cheng Qian suddenly said, "Do you miss an irrelevant female practitioner all day long, don't you delay practice?"
In his impression, mortals were married, but for the sake of life, men and women were weaving and heirs succeeded. Both monks did not have to worry about it, and most of the Taoist methods focused on communicating the world and being indifferent. Therefore, the monks became connected princes It is for marital marriage and communication.
In the daily battle with the heavens and the earth, with the fierce human beings and their own hearts, who will be delayed by the vain love except the demon in the indulgence / desire.
However, as soon as that sentence was revealed, Cheng Qian regretted it and said to himself, "What's the matter with you, what's the matter?"
Fortunately, Zhuang Nanxi didn't care much, and calmly replied: "Our elders of Baihu Villa also said the same thing. She was a meditation and she didn't have a long body ... But this is nothing, even if she is a mortal, I like it of."
Cheng Qian said indifferently: "Mortal people are rare in the seventies."
What is bad is that mortals are to monks, and cats and dogs are not different from one another. They have been around for a few decades at most, and most of them are newly born attachments. Anyway, it can't last long, it's not sad enough.
Zhuang Nanxi laughed, "It's nothing, I don't think I'll judge Xiangen, and be a mortal husband and wife with her." As long as it doesn't violate morality, there is nothing I can't do for her. "
Cheng Qian: "..."
On the one hand, he was shocked by Zhuang Nanxi's apostasy. On the other hand, he was fortunate that he hadn't been quick to tell the truth. Cheng Qian secretly gave birth to a little bit of concealment and concealed the fact that the unknown female nun was dead. For a long time, Zhuang Nanxi could not find her, so naturally she lost her heart, right?
Zhuang Nanxi also seemed to realize that he had said too much, and said a little embarrassedly: "I don't use these damaging things to stain the ears of seniors ... eh?"
When they talked, they saw a cold light suddenly in the distance, and the fireworks exploded like a fire.
"That's the signal that Xuanwutang summoned the doormen." Zhuang Nanxi said with some doubt, "Strange, the predecessors haven't asked the world for a long time, what do they do to rush to South Xinjiang?"
Cheng Qian: "Xuanwu Hall in the Four Saints? Aren't they in the extreme north?"
"Nice ..." Zhuang Nanxi said, "Xuanwutang and my Baihu Mountain Villa are facing each other across a large ice field. It has always been a world friendship. Since they are here, it would be awkward for me not to show up. If there is no place, senior Cheng may go? Should I go with you? "
Cheng Qian heard it, was in the middle of his heart, and felt that even if he had spent so much time with this boy, and listened to the trivial matter of one ear, it was a worthwhile trip, and he gladly followed Zhuang Nanxi all the way.
I can see the overwhelming black flag across the distance. Zhuang Nanxi looked even more solemnly and said: "Looking at this battle, I am probably the elder of Xuanwutang in person. Alas, I heard that the southern Xinjiang territories were stunned. It is fierce. "
Cheng Qian didn't squeak, he could already feel the coercion from the air faintly-think that when the island master Gu fell, the whole East China Sea was turbulent, I am afraid that is the case. Since leaving Mingming Valley, this is the first power that makes him feel pressured, evoking the memories of Cheng Qianqing and his party.
Zhuang Nanxi reported to his family across the distance: "The disciple Baihushanzhuang Zhuang Nanxi, came by the order of the master, and met the seniors of Xuanwutang."
His voice had just fallen, and the pressure around him had apparently eased, as if to make way for him.
Cheng Qian followed Zhuang Nanxi all the way to the sea under the black flag, and saw the monk in Yishui dressed in a black robe, with the air of ice field, and opened a cold place in the south. The monks here probably have Those who recognized Zhuang Nanxi gave way to him, and nodded at him.
Cheng Qian looked up and saw a Pegasus under the flag sea. The horse was covered with cold iron armor and looked very dignified. A middle-aged man stood in front of the car and glanced over like electricity. Zhuang Nanxi stepped forward in two steps, nicknamed "the elder", and the elder said a few words of shame to him, involuntarily focusing on Cheng Qian: "This is ..."
Encountering strength and strength, the thousand-year-old ice lake against the thousands of snowfields, Cheng Qian was almost aroused war. He settled down, stretched out his hand and pressed the restless frostblade sword, and was about to answer.
Just then, someone beside him shouted, "The elder! I know him, it is him!"
"That's what I am?" Cheng Qian froze for a moment, before he could think about it, the shouting man's sword had been handed in front of him-he split it off.
At this time, thousands of miles away, Yan Zhengming, who had followed the legend of the dragon, was playing with three copper coins in his hands, and he couldn't figure out why.
When he was studying in Fuyao Mountain that year, although Master occasionally played with copper coins, Master always kept a close tab on the matter of divination. He not only never taught, but also showed a little ridicule occasionally.
In fact, many annoying little children are like this. If the elders say "this thing is ominous, they can't do it", then they have □ □ to try, but if the elders say "this thing is not stupid like man-made, I am afraid there is only chaos." Channeling monkeys can do it, "then they won't touch them when they grow up.
Even though more than a hundred years have passed, Yan Zhengming grasped the copper coins and still got ten tricks and nine tricks. At this storm, he couldn't help but want to take a peek at the difficult and difficult to distinguish, but still felt that This idea of ​​trying to know the prophet is stupid.
Yan Zhengming sighed deeply.
He didn't know if Han Yuan, who had been transformed into a demon dragon, could turn back, and if he was alive, could he see the door of Fuyaoshan open.
Do not know how to face Cheng Qian.
Yan Zhengming flicked his finger, and the copper coin made a sharp noise, soaring to the sky, rolling out a circle of yin and yang.
The head of this Fuyao thought blankly, "Master, what should I do?"
It ’s a pity that when asked, Master would only say
Oh, let it be.
The old man used to be constant and change, and lived very easily. Now he is dead and dead, presumably more quiet Nothing.
Cheng Qian ... What are the benefits of Cheng Qian?
The head of Yan worked hard to question himself in his heart—that bad mouth had a bad heart, and according to Yan Zhengming's understanding of him, Cheng Qian's restraint and pretense, what he said was about one tenth of the secret arrangement in his heart. It may not be possible to imagine how different his inner world is.
He is also stubborn, unreasonable, hard and soft, and heart-like.
A man has been in retreat in the extreme cold for nearly fifty years, and has never entered anything except cold water. What else can he do in the world? Anyway, Yan Zhengming admits that he can't control the master.
And the messy and unbearable problems, such as the unknown maggots, sleeping without taking a bath, no matter how disgusting you can touch it, and never remember to wash your hands after touching it ... He said that things that shouldn't be known are clear-cut, things that should be known are always half-understood, and often poke someone else's lung tube which pot does not open which pot.
Yan Zhengming first started to find a reason for himself, but after thinking about it in half, he was angry with himself.
Thinking about his love of beauty and ugliness for so many years, countless times using the "blindness" to bury others, and finally at this moment was revenge. Yan Zhengming sadly found that he might be really blind.
A voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Brother, the copper coin has dropped."
The word "copper" was exported one by one, and Yan Zhengming suddenly became a guilty concubine.
Li Yan drifted silently from behind him, like a ghost, and looked at him sternly, without saying a word.
Yan Zhengming glanced at him shortly, "What are you doing?"
Li Yan swept around like a thief and asked, "Where has the puddle gone?"
"Houshan plays with fire," Yan Zhengming said. "Why are you so sneaky?"
Since the puddle was thundered that day, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not only closer to an adult woman in appearance, but also had the ability to control the true fire of Samadhi at will. The freshness of these days has not yet passed, and he is working hard while struggling.
Hearing that she was away, Li Yan sat down next to Yan Zhengming.
At first, as if he didn't know where to start, he slammed cautiously, "How did you finally get rid of your treasure?"
There is no ghost in my heart and someone with a ghost in my heart is just the same. This ordinary question made Yan Zhemen pause involuntarily, and he intuitively wanted to refute a "baby ass". He didn't say it, but it seemed too much. After deliberately tangling for a while, he found that Li Yan was very deliberate when he came to ask him this way, so he frowned angrily, and broke the jar, and said frankly, "What do you want to say?"
Li Yan sighed: "Brother ..."
"No, you still don't have to say it." Yan Zhengming suddenly interrupted his voice again, and Wu silently said for a moment, "You don't need to say anything, I know what I should do ... a hundred-year-old person This point is always there. "
Li Xun turned his head and said, "Yes, I know you have a sense, but what do you do?"
Yan Zhengming froze for a moment.
Li Yan glanced at him, shook his head, and whispered softly: "Jian Xiu's road is not easy to go. Since he came out, it is even rarer in the world. Every step is taken on the tip of your knife. What should I do?"
Yan Zhengming was soured by his remarks, but he didn't show it, but he still seemed to carelessly said, "What's this? Whoever lives like a ant, who hasn't lived for more than a few decades in his life, is still in the twilight, and it can be seen that it is human to be happy and new but weary. My nature is not different from that of others, and it will naturally fade after a few years. "
Li Yan sighed, "Brother, how can you become a demon if you can leave it behind in three years and five years? You do n’t understand anything when I am a puddle girl with a mental insufficiency?"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
The two were silent with eyes wide open for a moment, but for a long time, Li Min tentatively said, "Are you sure ... you can't let Xiao Qian know? I don't think it's better than ..."
With a "snap", Yan Zhengming's copper coins were cut off by him directly, and his face was coldly cold. He cut off and interrupted Li Wei: "It is unnecessary to mention this matter."
Li Yan: "But ..."
"No, but," Yan Zhengming's eyes were so cold and scary that Li Li was frightened. "You must not raise this matter with the third person, especially Cheng Qian."
Li Yan opened her mouth, wanted to say something, and finally swallowed it, nodding helplessly.
Yan Zhengming: "Don't perfuse me, swear!"
Li Yan: "Hey, brother ..."
"What nonsense!"
Seeing that he could not meet him, Li Min had no choice but to raise a hand and said, "I swear to stop this matter in my stomach and never tell a third person, otherwise ..."
Yan Zhengming replied: "Otherwise, it will make me thunder and thunder, and I will not die."
Li Yan straightened up: "Are you crazy!"
Yan Zhengming glanced at him, and said without hesitation, "Li Li, I found that you have a bad problem. You seem to think that people who are bolder than you are crazy."
Li Yan glared at him fiercely for a moment, and said weakly: "The demon is prolonged, and then Daoxin will be damaged, depending on what you do."
"If I die, you just have to be replaced by someone else," Yan Zhengming stretched out. "It just happened that I didn't want to do it anymore. I heard that Yuan Shen could reincarnate ... What do you think of fox spirit? Go to At that time, you have to urge the puddle to practice well, and become a demon early, it is better to usurp a □□ demon king and let her cover me. "
The head of the host's ambitious aspirations calmed Li Yan, and he was speechless for a long time.
Yan Zhengming ignored him, clasped his fingers, shook his head and hummed a vulgar and untuned tune: "falling to the ground, there is bitterness, and there is bitterness; breaking the golden bell, the poor is in a hurry, and the rich is in a hurry The wind is strong in the east, the rain is falling in the west, and the heroic spirit is changed for another day, which is a fake drama that will be done every day; it is better to be a living king, swallow a river, a sea, and spit a thousand generations ... "
This is a minor key to begging for help from the roaring villain near Fuyao Mountain Villa.
Yan Zhengming sometimes also envied the wandering vagrants, because they were carefree and worry-free, but when they remembered the dignity of catching lice in the sun, they were not envious again, and felt that they might be born less. The qualifications of the Four Seas as a family only remembered their begging tunes.
He was trying to find a wide heart for himself, and suddenly his heart tightened, as if someone smashed his chest with a hammer, Yan Zhengming's minor key stopped abruptly, and the whole man bounced off the ground.
"What's wrong?" Li Min rolled his eyes.
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