Chapter 77:

At this time in Yan Zhengming's inner government, the Quartet's heart monsters seemed to be calmed down by Cheng Qian's rude command, all floating outside his Yuanshen, but the sword energy in the inner government did not calm down. The invisible power of the Yuanshen is doing their best to bring them together, and the next moment, they will be broken and bound again by the sword gas and scattered.
Only the Yuanshen who sat in the inner house remained motionless, even if thousands of sharp swords passed by.
The backstabbing sword energy and the master of the inner government battled in a long and silent way. Yan Yuanming's Yuan Shen looked calm, as if there were many incidents in the world, nothing could alarm him.
With the sword as a weapon, isn't the sword repairer trying hard to survive and die?
Even if you go to the deep ditch of the heavens, the thorns are evil.
However, such a contest was startled by a coughing sound. The person who coughed seemed to be out of breath. He could be heard only by sound. Cheng Qian has been silent for days, if not for a trace Ruo Wu's sword is always lingering around, Yan Zhengming even thought he was gone.
As soon as Cheng Qian uttered his voice, Yan Zhengming almost froze. The calm and calm mood for many days suddenly raised anxiety, and the stagnant, demon-like heart demon gradually disturbed.
Yan Zhengming stood up sternly, and the sword shadow was transformed into Yuanshen's palm. First, he arrogantly set aside the enchanted spirits around him, even though he was indifferent to the increasingly chaotic sword short soldiers. When Xiang'an was okay, the back-sword sword spirit still had to be magnificent on its own. At this time, it seemed as if it had been boiled and hysterical.
Yan Zhengming trembled in the inner government, and the cracks of the trapped dragon lock tremor began to turbulent, but he couldn't restrain his strong desire anyway—whatever he said must be broken from the inner government, and he had to wake up to watch Cheng anyway Take a look. He knew too much about Cheng Qian. This man could never be persecuted. He never knew what the circuitous thing was. Once there was any ups and downs, he would inevitably go away.
However, at this moment, two cold fingers suddenly touched his eyebrows, and an open path spreading through the endless coldness of the Yuan Yuan spread in. Instantly, the cracks locked by his trapped dragon were frozen. , Cheng Qian's slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears—
"Gaze."
Yan Zhengming gritted his teeth and said, "What have you done?"
Cheng Qian said faintly: "Jiancheng, sighed with excitement."
He didn't sound anything like he was just excited.
The next moment, as if he thought he talked too much, the cold consciousness didn't say a word, and he was entangled in Yan Zhengming's inner government. Cheng Qian, a person who likes rampage, is not good at healing the way, Yan Zhengming is afraid of He was injured, but he did not dare to stop, but he tried his best to restrain his sword qi, and gathered them one by one. It is alive to experience what it means to be "a thousand swords".
Then, a gentle sword meaning completely opposite to that coldness followed Cheng Qian's divinity into the inner house of Yan Zhengming, but only for a moment, the silent sword meaning of the moistened material had already matched Cheng Qianshen. Separation of consciousness covered Yan Zhengming's entire inner government. The flying sword spirit at the same time released Yan Yuanming's Yuan Shen, who almost became an entity for a time, and tens of thousands of Yuan Yuan's swords flew by. Intruder.
When Yan Zhengming was startled, Cheng Qian still said unhurriedly, "It's okay, you'll let go."
His words did not fall, and Yan Zhengming's inner government gave birth to a trace of swordsmanship exactly like this outsider, subtle and unpredictable, not as gentle as an ordinary sword ... but everywhere.
It is the sword of origin that he has seen when he started!
The fire or the cold, all can be poured into the fine grass and breeze born from the reincarnation on the wasteland, as long as the first buds fall from the wind and fall into the place-
The wooden sword evoked every state of mind in the Fuyao wooden sword, Yan Zhengming instinctively flashed the trick of the wooden sword in front of him. The non-edged wooden sword was all-encompassing. He stood on the ground for a while, but was already turning in an instant. This century has gone back again.
In this electric light stone fire, the source Jianyi met the wooden sword, and immediately a strong light fell on Yan Zhengming's scarred Yuanshen.
At this moment, all the clean air of Fuyao Mountain Village poured into the middle of the Xiaoqing'an in the bamboo forest like rivers and rivers, the tables and chairs of the windows and doors trembled, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves shivering in the autumn wind seemed to regain their vitality.
Tang Yan first went outside the bamboo forest, followed by a puddle and Li Zhi. The puddle ran over his head, almost plunged into the small bamboo forest, and was thrown out of the sleeve by Tang Yi: "Be careful, girl, right now No entry. "
Only then did the puddle realize that a long strand of her hair that had just floated to her was cut in half.
This seems to glow with infinite vitality, but also contains the ubiquitous sword.
In Yan Zhengming's inner government, an unremarkable wooden sword suddenly penetrated the infinite sword energy, straight into the middle of the inner government, and fell like a pin of the sea, and a hurricane rolled up. Gravity rolled up, and thousands of Yuanshen's swords were recaptured one by one by the wooden sword, forming a line. Based on the wooden sword, they fell in a brain.
The sword glowed, Yan Zhengming's Yuanshen consciousness regained the inner government in an instant, and the turbulence disappeared, but he remained immersed in the endless sword intention for a long time.
The sharp Feng Jian of the outside was all gathered in his palm, and the infinite suffocation in his heart suddenly returned to tranquility, and a hint of sea tide from Cheng Qian was mixed in the Fuyao sword.
He seemed to be under the sea, the abyss is wide, the waves are thousands of feet high, and there is a thunderstorm between the sleeves of hunting robes, but everything is silent.
It turned out to be "into the sheath".
San Zhangyu, when you jump out, it is actually just a rough painting.
Cheng Qian certainly felt his advancement, and immediately took back the consciousness, exhaling for a long time, a little out of control.
He sat for eighty-one days with frost on the corners of his eyes and brows, which was the result of his internal movement to the extreme. Xiaoqing'an was as warm as spring in the middle. Only he had a cold here, and his chest was spotty. Blood stains.
This Yuanshen is damaged, it may take some time to recuperate, but Cheng Qian's heart fell like a boulder to the ground, but he opened up a bit.
He was willing.
Cheng Qian turned his head and looked at Yan Zhengming, seeing that he still hadn't woke up, but his whole body was lost, and the dark red heart demon mark between his brows was almost invisible, only the pure sword light flashed, Immediately again, he was indifferent, and the shuddering sharpness when he came out of the sheath disappeared.
Cheng Qian was whimsical, based on a wooden sword, and it turned out to be incredible. It was incredible when he thought about it. Rao was determined by everything. At this time, the corner of his mouth could not help but slightly tilted up, revealing a smile.
The next moment, Yuan Shen's impaired tiredness struck indiscriminately. Cheng Qian reached out and held up a hand. Anyway, he didn't lie down on the spot, and the little pride immediately turned into a bitter smile.
Li Yan's voice came from outside the door, with a little anxiety that was hardly noticeable: "Xiao Qian, how are you doing?"
"It's okay." Cheng Qianhu took a deep breath, barely holding his own voice, and said nothing if nothing happened. "Wait, I'll sort it out a bit."
There was no abnormality when he heard his voice, Li Xuan finally relieved his heart and had time to talk and laugh with others.
He said to the puddle: "When the two of them come out, I will pick up a child and retreat. I will worry about the fleshy skin all day long. I haven't repaired much, and the wrinkles are almost growing."
Tang Yan stood a little farther, the strange sword in the bamboo forest had not yet cleared up. He reached out to catch a green bamboo leaf, reached out to wipe the dew on it, his face changed a little, and finally fell on a bit With a complex expression, he said, "There is nothing out of nothing, and you can never enter the country ... it's amazing. It's a person who doesn't even fear heaven."
Cheng Qian was far less relaxed than he showed. It was inconvenient for him to wait for a long time. He stood on his feet and quickly changed out of a wolf's clothes. A set of blood-stained clothes was wiped into powder, corpses were destroyed, and a clever move was made, and the same incense burner on the side was spotted. This wiped the cold sweat on his face and adjusted his breath for a while, and opened it to Li Yan The door.
After dealing with all the people's visits and inquiries, Cheng Qian's energy was finally unsustainable. He turned around and fell down on the small couch beside him. He had fallen asleep in a coma without touching his pillow.
The same is the sword repair. At this time, you Liang, who is standing in the town thirty miles outside of Fuyao Shanzhuang, saw the score, and there is a powerful sword that can't be explained.
Taking You Liang's cultivation into Yuanshen as the first step, you can't see the depth of Jianshen Realm's cultivation. He just deeply felt the kind of power and shuddered deeply—chills full of war.
There are a hundred swords in this world, of which 99 are militants. The higher the opponent's cultivation and the stronger the means, the stronger their war will. They hold the weapon in their hands and shake the tree with their sorrow. Only after nine deaths did he gain any benefit. Of course, the remaining special one is Yan Zhengming, the once-in-a-lifetime sword domain master. He was born without a belligerent heart, and from the day he entered the Tao through swords, all Practice is almost always forced.
You Liang leaned on the inn beam of the inn and looked at the hazy sword domain cloud far away. Young eyes were full of eager light, but a light cough came from behind, You Liang reluctantly turned around. Seeing Wu Changtian stepping up slowly, he muttered: "Brother."
Wu Changtian glanced at the direction of Fuyao Shanzhuang without a word of silence.
You Liang said with emotion: "I really hope that one day I can fight with such people."
Wu Changtian's eyes moved slightly, and he sighed a moment later, and said, "Xiao Liang, after the matter of the magic dragon subsides, you can ask yourself to retreat for 300 years and leave Tianyan Office."
There are too many secrets in Tianyan Office. If you want to leave, you will have to retreat after three hundred years.
You Liang stunned: "Brother ..."
Wu Changtian whispered: "Besides Tian Yan, there is no second sword repair-Jian Xiu practice is much harder, his heart is firm, and a century of seeking is more than his Tao. Everything in Tian Yan is complicated and unsuitable. You practice, you are talented, don't delay. "
You Liang frowned, arguing: "How serious is that, Yan Yanming or their Fuyao leader, don't they get involved in trivial matters all day, so they have entered the sword realm!"
"You only saw people prominent in front of you, and you didn't see any crimes behind you." Wu Changtian shook his head. His teacher has only been in it for more than a hundred years. His heart for swordsmanship is just a bit uncommon. Then, I could not help but say a few words, saying, "Earth into the land, even though he has walked the magic road, he does not need to count, a river, two 'true dragons', why do you say Shangyu?"
You Liang was taken aback: "Brother, you ... you have to be careful."
"There are many schools in the world, but if you want to know the bottom line, there isn't one place that can be compared to my Tianyan School," Wu Changtian sneered. "Everyone in the world thinks that the Tianyan Office is established by Gao Zu, and we do n’t know that our Tianyan School has a hundred generations in the world. Inheritance, we do n’t practice for long life, but just to prevent those powers that call the wind and rain to spread beans and soldiers into sorrow for mortals, but we have not changed the purpose of the practice-the ancestor Gaozu named Tianyan Department and pushed us to the cusp of the wind. I also recruited a large number of unknown so-called casual repairs. At that time, I did n’t agree with it, but the head of the company insisted on walking alone, saying that there is something good to do, is it true that when you have some deeds, are n’t you mortal? You also believe that Zhou Han is waiting for a sinister villain , Now ... Hum, it became their personal home guard! "
You Liang asked in amazement: "Brother, since the change of the dynasty is not under our control, why should we do our best to stop the dragon?"
"Your Bible has been read in the dog's belly. Haven't you heard 'The wind will not end, the showers will not last all day?'" Wu Changtian sighed. "Since ancient times, have you ever heard which demon sect continues? They go on? They are powerful, but they are fading fast. Besides, those devil are clear about their own behaviors. No matter what others do, they may not want the rivers and mountains-just for the sake of disaster, naturally they ca n’t let them be mad. "
The meaning of the sword over Fuyao Mountain Villa gradually faded, presumably it was slowly gathered back by the inexorable sword repair, Wu Changtian saw his eyes flicker, and then whispered: "The demon-slayer that year was in the devil, now the The defenders are incompetent-Tian Yan and Fu Yao are declining. It's really ... I think their heads will probably go out soon, and then they will visit again. "
Yan Zhengming settled into the sheath for a full day and one night, before calming and converging all the back-swept sword qi, the injuries from the trapped dragon lock in the inner government immediately became insignificant. After Zhenyuan was unimpeded, it took only one week. The sky was restored as before, and he looked inward, only to feel that even the demon had faded away.
However, once the demon has risen, it is difficult to eliminate, the more you care about it, the more you linger, and it is better to let it go.
Yan Zhengming finally opened his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows. He felt that with the improvement of the realm, he became more and more motivated. He felt that with his own qualifications, he would not be the most powerful sword repair in history, and it seemed good to be the widest minded.
On the contrary, the sword that Cheng Qian entrusted to his inner government, a set of swordsmanship techniques. Although the swords of the brothers are all of the same origin, different people naturally have different understandings, even if they are the same person. All have different angles.
For Cheng Qian, although he started with Fuyao Wooden Sword, for many years, he is more inclined to the sea tide swordsmanship system. Fuyao has the mechanism of Fuyao, and the tide has the impermanence of the tide. The two are completely different, but they dig deeper and have some complementary feelings. Yan Zhengming caught a glimpse of the sword's meaning under the tide of the sea at the moment when Gui Jian entered the sheath. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be able to gather the sword gas so quickly.
as well as……
Yan Zhengming felt that this might be his own amorous illusion. He always felt that the wooden sword seemed to contain a part of Cheng Qian. Although the inside of the sword was authentic, it was indescribable and tolerant. The solitary cold did not integrate with the surrounding sword spirit that is the same as the origin, nor was it very incompatible. The wooden sword was erected in his inner government, like a dedicated guard, never left, but he refused to enter. .
Yan Zhengming took a deep breath, and found that there was a faint soothing fragrance in the room, but the incense had been burned out, and the people who burned the incense did not change their carelessness, the doors and windows were left open, and only the shallow ones remained in the room. Aftermath. He stretched himself and stood up, intending to go on to continue the incense. After standing up, he saw Cheng Qian on the small couch next to him.
Yan Zhengming: "..."
He stepped out before stepping back, and immediately received it again, as if he was frightened, stood for a long time, and then took a careful step forward, as if a thief to move forward, and found Cheng Qian asleep.
Presumably, it is not easy to make the Fuyao Wooden Sword, otherwise Yan Zhengming doesn't know how Cheng Qian's practice is, and what else can make him tired and fall asleep.
Cheng Qian used Julingyu as his body. When he fell asleep, it almost looked like a decoration in the room. He had no sound at all. Yan Zhengming walked past it crappily, took two steps and straightened himself up, feeling himself as a faction. In charge, such a behavior of stealing oil from a rat is a bit insignificant.
Yan Zhengming deliberately made some small noises and walked in front of Cheng Qian, but the man was not alarmed at all.
He bent down and stared at Cheng Qian's sleeping face. The distance between the two people was very close. For a moment, he suddenly became infinite in his heart, almost uncontrollably trying to kiss Cheng Qian's brows.
... but finally retreated.
Yan Zhengming felt that he could not move, he always felt that there was an unspeakable innocence on Cheng Qian's face when he was asleep.
Yan Zhengming smiled bitterly, and stretched out his hand and gently clicked on Cheng Qian's head: "The words" Blue Falls Huangquan "are also confusing, do you know what it means? There is no cover."
...... Presumably the upper and lower realms, only Yan Zhanmen, so blind and so characteristic, can actually see "innocence" from Cheng Qian's face. 2k novel reading network