Chapter 78:

Cheng Qian is the kind of person who doesn't dare to slack off at night and day. I haven't lay down and slept for a long time. I have also had a long dream. I dreamed that I wasn't in the rain and thunder. The monk was just a shabby scholar from a poor background. Xuan paper was damp, and he couldn't bear to throw it away. He unfolded it and sucked out the dry nib. The remaining ink had a bitter taste and was a little embarrassed.
Yes, he should also have a commoner's wife. He did n’t just throw him away at random, or he misplaced his clothes and changed his clothes. The man leaned against the door and held his tea cup to count. "You are the sour of Chengcha root."
Cheng Qian said without raising his head, "Isn't he worthy of you, the who leans on the door frame?"
"Vixen?" The man chuckled, "Why don't you see who I am?"
Cheng Qian raised his head slyly, and the white-clad boy like Sao bumped into his eyes and looked at him with a smile, a pair of peach flowers full of inexplicable confusion.
Cheng Qian's heart jumped fiercely, and he woke up warily, and the whole person could not find the north.
He opened his eyes for a long while and saw that the moonlight was washing outside the window, and the Xinghe River was far away. There was a chill in the room with autumn frost. He didn't know when he was put on a thin blanket. Illusion.
Yan Zhengming turned his back to him, sitting lazily at the door, holding a piece of bamboo leaf in his hand, blowing the tune of the tune, so as not to disturb the people.
Latently confused and chaotically silent for a full scent of time, Cheng was blown upside down by the elder Ye Diyin, who almost wanted to copy the incense burner and smash it into the back of his head. The throbbing in the dream disappeared. He coughed uncontrollably and said, "Can you blow it back to yourself?"
Yan Zhengming's desperate Ye Di stopped abruptly. He didn't turn around, but said in a very calm tone: "I blew here for three days, and the insects in the bamboo forest listened, and they scared the family away. It's just you who are deaf ... "
As he said, he turned around, his face sinking like water, his eyes drenched in the night like a deep well, and his voice was filled with fire: "Don't talk about the monks, mortals can't sleep like this, that wooden sword What weirdness is there? "
Cheng Qian said without changing his face, "There is a sword in it."
Yan Zhengming's eyes flickered: "Little nonsense, can't you detect when I'm there? There is a clear sense in that wooden sword!"
Cheng Qianren woke up, and God was still a little bit sleepy. As a result, he suddenly became sober when he heard this.
The wooden sword carrying the meaning of the sword is part of his Yuanshen, was it found? But he has been lethargic these days, and his sense of mind should not move casually. Is the master so keen?
He stared at Yan Zhengming without blinking for a moment, wondering if the other party was cheating him, and frowned frantically, saying, "Of course the wooden sword has a sense of consciousness. Like living beings. "
This time the journey was hidden, and Yan Zhengming did lie to him.
Soon, Yan Zhengming realized that he could not tell the truth from Cheng Qian, so he turned back angrily and held Cheng Qian's shoulder, and raised his hand to pinch his chin-Cheng Qian's lips turned white. After three days of drowsiness, he still showed fatigue, which was obviously an internal injury.
Yan Zhengming sneered, "Don't you say, don't I look at it myself?"
His voice faded, and Cheng Qian felt that a line of Zhenyuan broke into the meridians of the body along his shoulder well, his Yuanshen was damaged, and all of his Yuanyuans automatically gathered in the house to heal him. He was caught off guard and completely powerless to resist.
That line of true Yuan drove straight in, Cheng Qian suddenly had a clever move, snorted softly, and then pretended to bend down in pain ... He had never been so clever in his life.
A person like Cheng Qian, even if the sky is falling, he may not wink. He was a stubble that knocked out the front teeth and blood swallows from childhood. Therefore, he occasionally showed a bit of pain, which seemed particularly convincing. Li, although the performance is a bit stiff, many places are not in place, but Yan Zhengming is not good at frightening himself.
Yan Zanmen forgot on the spot that he was tortured for confession, and his face was scared. He immediately spread out his trace of real yuan, and sat side by side on the couch to scramble, and asked incoherently: "What? Did I start with a heavy hand? That ... I ... "
Cheng Qian has inadvertently developed a new trick to deal with his brother, and it feels that the effect is beyond expectations. In this way, although the bitter plan is not suitable for frequent use, but it is also useful to fool people at critical moments, so he simply locks the double Eyebrow, shaking his head silently.
Yan Zheng stood up loudly, "I pour you a glass of water."
Cheng Qian opened his eyes a gap, saw the timing, pressed his voice into his throat, and said half-explicitly: "Actually, I went to Wangyou Valley and saw the line of remnants left by Master."
Yan Zhengming stunned.
"Master told me to use a wooden sword to carry the sword." Cheng Qian irresponsibly pushed two-five-six. After all, Master had no proof of death, "I did not make my own claim."
Yan Zhengming was drowned by his guilt, and he couldn't even look at Cheng Qian's face. At this time, even if his brother said that the moon was square, he had to follow his conviction.
The majesty of the head almost swept the courtyard of Xiaoqing Anju.
Seeing himself saying a few words, Cheng Qian dismissed the big brother, and immediately relieved, feeling that the accumulated opportunities in his life would soon run out.
Yan Zhengming wiped the tea cups on the table with white silk one by one, before pouring water into it. Cheng Qian looked at his silhouette and suddenly felt moved.
Is there any connection between the fragmented Yuanshen fragment and his consciousness ...?
With this move of his mind, the consciousness suddenly connected with a strange consciousness. Cheng Qian was in front of his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be divided into two. One did not move on the couch, and the other seemed to be dangled in the Fuyao wooden sword. Through the peaceful sword wind of Zhongzheng, you can see a faint black gas lingering not far away ...
At this time, the cup in Yan Zhengming's hand "snapped" and fell to the ground. The monk felt extremely keen, and others felt that he had a glance at him, not to mention that the inner government was spied on by God, but he didn't know the source for a while.
Cheng Qian immediately realized that he was so proud of himself that he quickly cut off this strange connection and put on a casual expression.
Yan Zhengming frowned, waved his hand to clean up the debris on the ground, looked around suspiciously, didn't see anything suspicious, and felt that he was too nervous and had hallucinations.
He poured another glass of water for Cheng Qian and put it on the side of the couch. After thinking about it, he still talked up, "Don't worry about it."
Cheng Qian looked up at him, thinking about when he would find out the bottom of his unspeakable demons, Yan Zhengming touched his gaze, his throat tightened, and he felt that his mind was instantly disturbed.
He coughed quickly, and said concisely, "You alone don't let me worry, what if something happens ... How can I tell Master under Jiuquan?"
Cheng Qianxin said: "I need you to explain?"
He was inexplicably upset in his heart, but before waiting for the attack, he heard Yan Zhengming sighed softly, and Cheng Qian silently swallowed the words sent to his throat.
Yan Zhengming had one hand behind his back, and several fingers repeatedly clicked on the thumb. The feeling of embarrassment was still lingering. He felt that he and Cheng Qian should not be so rusty, but if he was allowed to go next to each other with conscience After a touch, he really couldn't do it, so he had a cough and said, "Take a good breath and I will protect you."
After that, he sat at the door, and unwillingly took up the blade that had just been thrown on the ground, and forgot that it was dirty, and immediately sent it to his mouth--but even if he forgot the cleanliness, Cheng Qian could not forget him. "Sian Yin", I felt that I had to listen to it a few more times before I had to go into the devil and explode, and quickly protested: "Don't blow at my door!"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
A black carapace worm crawled slowly across the leaf.
At this moment, footsteps came from not far away, Yan Zhengming snorted for a moment, looked up and saw Tang Yue came over with a small porcelain bottle.
"Brother Tang." Yan Zhengming threw the blade down and stood up.
"Is Cheng Xiaoyou awake?" Tang Yan said, handing over the porcelain bottle, "I ca n’t support my body for a long time, and I will leave tomorrow. These days I am accepted, Tang is grateful. This bottle of elixir treatment Internal injuries have worked wonders. Keep it for your friends. "
Yan Zhengming quickly thanked him, but Tang Yan didn't have much nonsense. He glanced at Cheng Qian from a distance, nodded saltily, and turned away.
Liu Lang waited for the lantern at the end of the bamboo forest and waited. Tang Yan picked up the lantern in his hand and sighed, "Fuyao faction ... besides power and magic, it's also easy to be in love."
Liu Lang silently said, Tang Yan smiled lowly, long sleeved pockets, put one hand behind his back, and said, "But also, how boring practice is, if you don't move, what will they do?"
As he said, he coughed lowly, Liu Liu reminded: "Senior Tang, your face is getting more and more deadly."
"Well," Tang Yan wiped the corners of his mouth, "People like you and I don't have to be indifferent to anyone, it's good to survive first-I heard Nian Xiaodao you want to stay and worship Yan Yan In the Fuyao school, do you not have this idea? I will either retreat or prepare for the next retreat during the tour. I'm afraid I have no energy to point you to some exercises. "
Liu Lang's face had no skin, and naturally there was no expression. He was born with anger and shamelessly, and calmly replied, "I follow senior Tang."
Tang Yan waved his hand, no more talking, it seems that Liu Lang is good or bad, it doesn't make any difference to him, he is just a gap between heaven and earth, flowing indefinitely with the flow of water. During the conversation, the two disappeared and disappeared. In a blink of an eye, they had reached the periphery of Fuyao Mountain Villa. After a few rises and falls, they disappeared, like two ghosts.
In the early morning of the next day, Yan Zhengming, wearing a body of dew, first opened his eyes with a feeling, looked back at Cheng Qian, and saw that he was still stable. Then he waved his hand to the small bamboo forest on the side and summoned a complexion The dignified second teacher: "What do you do?"
Li Yan: "The people at Tianyan Office came again. Last time you didn't wake up, you asked me to push. I must haven't left. I saw you breaking through the barrier and then came again."
"Department of Tianyan?" Yan Zhengming frowned, saying without thinking, "Xiao Qian said, hit out."
Li Yan said sarcastically: "What if Xiao Qian said you should marry him?"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Li Yan sighed, "Brother in charge, I can't see that you're quite dizzy ..."
The word "Jun" didn't come out, Yan Zhengming had already popped up a sealing formula, blocking the crow's mouth.
Li Yi couldn't make a noise, so he had to squint and wink, feeling that he was suffering more than the orphan in the reed costume under the "back brother", like a prickly cabbage rotten in the ground.
Li Yan thought angrily: "I should lead the puddle to run away from home.
Cheng Qian heard this and immediately opened his eyes and said: "Brother, last time it was dangerous on your side, and I was planning to retreat and practice swords, so I could not help driving them away. Since they waited so long, I see Let's meet each other ... well, what's wrong with Brother Er? "
Yan Zhengming flicked his finger to release Li Yan's restraint. Li Yan coughed red and had a thick neck, but seemed to have found the confidence, and said to Yan Zhengming: "Have you heard? Haven't you heard!"
Yan Zhengming: "I got angry when I heard the word" Tian Yan Chu ", why do you want to see it?"
Cheng Qian paused, and briefly explained his encounter with the real people of Tong Ru and Mu Chun in Wangyou Valley, and finally said: "The ancestor said that the man who seduced him into the mystery of the Third Life was a 'retribution person', Although he didn't point it out, I always feel that what he is talking about is Tian Yan Chu, and the essence of Tian Yan Chu should be much deeper than it seems. "
Li Yan frowned because of the consequences before hearing: "Million lives ... Master said so?"
Cheng Qian: "How?"
"You have been retreating for many years, and you may not know much about the outside," Li said. "But as far as I know, there have been no particularly serious natural disasters in the past two hundred years , even if the An Wang rebellion in previous years It's also the wind and the rain, and the rain is small, and it has never reached the point where it bleeds and bleeds ... How can we explain the death of this million people?
Cheng Qian's eyes sank: "The only soul left by the ancestor is still serving his sentence, and Fushan's seal order has not yet been opened. If the ancestor's wish for that stone is 'sectarian revival', then it is tantamount to not being realized. In other words ... the price of so-called millions of lives has not been paid yet, it will be Han ... "
He didn't finish the words, and the clear sky outside was suddenly cloudy, and the dark clouds of the Quartet invaded like big rags, and there was a thunderous sound.
Yan Zhengming stroked a finger up and said, "You say a few words, don't pretend to be arrogant."
Cheng Qian's eyes were dimmed, which meant that he was right.
Yan Zhengming groaned for a moment and stood up: "Going out will meet them."
"Brother," Li Su suddenly stopped, "If ... it should be on Han Yuan ..."
A lightning fell outside, making Li's face white.
Li Yan: "What do you do?"
Will you risk the world and protect him? Or disregard the brotherhood that was born and died when he was young, and handle him according to that long and almost magical door rule?
Yan Zhengming stepped on his feet, mourning for a long while without talking, and the wind rising from nowhere rolled up his robe sleeves-when he set up the music, when he made trouble, and when he was out of temper, he didn't look like a leader at all, only At this moment, his look was advancing and retreating, solemnly resembling the ancestors of the Fuyao Mountain for thousands of years.
Yan Zhengming didn't answer, just shook his head and turned into the sky where the rain was coming.
In order to show his sincerity, Wu Changtian left all his staff outside the villa, and only took You Liang to walk in. The attitude was very low. The puddle poured the tea in front of the two. "", Then no longer snoring, backed away and concentrated on becoming a mural.
Although she was silent, Wu Changtian was looking at her. Of course, Wu Changtian could see that the girl was not a pure person, and her cultivation was not very high, but according to his experience, she could vaguely feel some kind of weight on her. The terrible power that was captured was what was firmly suppressed.
Wu Changtian couldn't help lowering his head to look at his very manicured nails. This Fuyao sentiment was cut off for a time. There was no sound for hundreds of years, but the inheritance was like a burst of hair. Although it is dangerous, but it is not broken. On the contrary, it seems that the sky has grown unprecedentedly, but the kernel has decayed so much that it is unsustainable.
Who is more pathetic?
At this time, a sound of deliberately slowing footsteps came. You Liang's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and raised his head to stare at the sword repair in front of the sword domain.
Yan Zhengming's eyes glanced indifferently from his face, almost no pause, walking slowly towards the owner's seat, without actively saying hello, but lowering his head to straighten his white and dust-free cuffs, and immediately, he did not mutter, looking up I glanced at the puddle. The puddle was well-trained, and I immediately received instructions. I took a small step and took the tea. I placed the tea cup on a tray with a charm on the table. When the tea hit the spell, it suddenly cooled down, and a thin layer of water vapor formed on the outer wall of the cup.
Yan Zhengming got up and took a sip. The fan in his hand tapped on the wooden table next to him, and said with some slackness: "Tian Yan Chu has never been our friend. The two big brothers came all the way. New Year's Eve, what kind of kindness, and let us hear it. "2k novel reading network