Chapter 86:

At the feet of the two, a huge French array spread out like a spitfire slowly lit, and a sigh came from somewhere in their ears.
Cheng Qian stunned: "This seems to be the one Han Yuan painted outside Fuyao Mountain that day."
Yan Zhengming: "Hush--"
He raised his hand to cover Cheng Qian's eyes: "Listen carefully."
The demons who set up the line said that this line is called "Ting Shan Zhen", what can you hear?
In the dark, first came the shattered insects, and then there was an inconspicuous sound of water. The wind blew across the grass. Someone beside him seemed to have turned over ...
Yan Zhengming whispered: "It seems to be Houshan."
On the grass next to the pond in Houshan Mountain Cave, several teenagers brought a little thing that they did not know was a demon. They waited for the Master hungry and cold, and fell asleep unconsciously. After a glance, this is the sound that pours into my ears.
Next is the wind blowing the bamboo forest, a bamboo leaf fragrance seems to be coming out, a thin bamboo pen beats the stone table, and it makes a crisp and slightly whirling sound. The next moment "crashes", as if the paper was lifted by the wind, but It didn't blow away, it seemed to be pressed by something, but it kept ringing.
This is Qing'anju.
The two of them didn't say a word, and listened for a long time silently, as if walking around Fuyao Mountain until the foot array was dim, and the last light disappeared into the darkness.
It turned out that Han Yuan secretly ran to Fuyao Mountain one day, and aggressively laid out a seemingly dangerous formation, just to listen to Fuyaoshan's voice?
Cheng Qian knew for a moment what it was like.
At this moment, the hand in front of him was suddenly lowered, Yan Zhengming held the glowing stone in his hand, and immediately turned black, and saw that a white shadow came out abruptly in the darkness, With a wooden sword in his hand, he arrogantly gave an ancient ritual not far away, and lifted a hand-up gesture that helped to shake the wooden sword.
What does it mean?
No one beside him stood up and demonstrated the Fujian wooden sword on the spot.
At the beginning, he was a boy in a plain white robe. With the help of Fuyao Wooden Swords, he gradually turned into an adult appearance. The wooden sword in his hand turned into a cold Changhong sword, and the robe on his body also became Brocade of grace.
Each of the sword strokes he performed were the same as those taught by Master, but he couldn't say anything, there were slight differences.
After completing a long set of wooden swordsmanship, the sword dancer has become an old man, the Jinpao has become a plain white robe, and the sword has become a sharp sword again. He drew his sword down, and there was a quietness in the whole person who could see through the dust.
This set of swordsmanship is as vivid as flowing clouds. Both are practicing swords. Especially Yan Zhengming is still a sword repair. Naturally, they can see the depth. They are shocked for a while, and no one cares about speaking.
The next moment, the old man in white looked up stunned, and a sword stabbed.
Cheng Qian pushed Yan Zhengming apart, and the two men were separated by three feet. The wooden sword passed through in the middle, and the severe sword wind cut off a mess of Cheng Qian's hair hanging from his shoulders.
Then it disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, there were two old men in white in the field, floating in from the sides without touching them, and immediately separated them.
When Yan Zhengming staggered and dodged, the whole person disappeared into the shadow and disappeared in an instant.
Cheng Qian was taken aback: "Brother!"
His true Yuan was firmly suppressed in the inner palace. For a time, it was no different from mortals. As usual, Frost Blade, which could communicate with his heart, suddenly became extremely stagnant. Cheng Qian tried to draw a sword, but only felt the old man's wood. The sword seemed to have the power of Mount Taishan, his wrist was numb, and the situation was too weird, Cheng Qian instinctively backed away.
This retreat doesn't matter. Frost Blade in his hand immediately showed signs of backwash. This unfamiliar fierce sword has not been troubled for many years. Cheng Qian almost forgot what urine it was.
The old man's second sword had been delivered, and Cheng Qian had to grit his teeth and take the move again without giving in half.
The pressure on his hand was getting stronger, as if the sky had fallen and hit his shoulder.
The manpower finally got a little embarrassed. He couldn't stop the sword and didn't allow him to take a half-step back. Cheng Qian's arms finally trembled, and the wrist that was stuck there made a "click" sound, as if twisting his muscles. Zhen Yuan, who was sealed in the sea of ​​air, continued to impact the inner government. Cheng Qian's eyes flashed through the frost again and again, and he was suppressed by death again and again.
Cheng Qian was anxious to find Yan Zhengming. He didn't want to fight with the old man in a mortal way. He immediately committed a muddiness and flew to the other side's waist.
Who knew that this foot had been emptied, the old man himself was just a phantom. Only his sword was real.
Cheng Qian stepped on the air with a kick, and suddenly relieved his hand. The old man's wooden sword slammed his chest fiercely. This time it was real. If his body was not made by Ju Lingyu, this sword can break a row of his ribs.
He choked a few sips, feeling that half of his body was numb, and all the wounds on his back that had stopped bleeding were cracking open.
The old man looked at him indifferently, with a deadly indifference in his murky eyes, and he straightened his sword, pointed at his chest. For a time, only Cheng Qian was breathing heavily.
Suddenly, the old man said, "Just because of your impetuous mentality, you also want to go 'humane'?"
Cheng Qian originally intended to make him into a white-faced pocket. After listening to this sentence, his action suddenly paused: "Senior you ..."
"Take the move, stop talking nonsense!" The old man stepped across the sword, blocked the sword from the "extreme prosperity" and "extreme prosperity", and the wooden sword drew a long arc like a full moon.
I'm afraid that this jade is broken, too.
Cheng Qian didn't dare to neglect, nor did he dare to fight with him. He stepped forward to avoid his sharp edge, and hardly remembered that he had studied the dismantling moves for a while when he was a low-profile student, and hurriedly returned to the same formula " Youwei "trick.
The trick of "Youwei", paying attention to "the wind rises at the end of Qingping", means that at the height of prosperity, in fact, you have already buried the cause of Youwei. The cause and the situation of flowers are growing together. Opportunity for decline. This move is very varied and extremely subtle. It is incompatible with Cheng Qian's usual sea tide sword style mixed with tyrannical gas. He urged him to work hard at first, and he could not help slowing down a few minutes.
This slowness can be described as lossless and ridiculous. He was numb with a tiger's mouth, and Frostblade "snapped" and was picked off by a wooden sword!
Cheng Qian: "..."
So far as he learned sword at the age of ten, a frost blade has swept the world without saying that he has never had such a great shame.
The old man in white looked at him expressionlessly, reached out his hand, and the frost blade flew close to Cheng Qian before approaching: "Come again."
Cheng Qian's fingers tightened.
Then he heard the old man say, "Stupid."
Cheng Qian's fingers were crushed by himself. He grabbed Frostblade, and the old man suddenly jumped forward. Instantly, thousands of sword shadows flashed in front of him, as dense as the rain in early spring, no escape, no Defendable.
This is the real "Youwei"!
Cheng Qian's pupils shrank, and he suddenly realized that the old man seemed to be teaching him, and he looked at it for a while, until the wooden sword broke through the endless phantom, and stopped straight under the tip of his nose.
"Have you never learned swords seriously?" The old man asked. "Who is your master?"
Cheng Qian involuntarily stuck.
Mu Chun really only taught him for more than a year, and hurriedly passed on the entire set of Fuyao wooden sword to him in the Valley of Anxiety, which was just relying on his ingenuity when he was a child. Later, the martial arts sword sheet was basically silent by Cheng Qian's memory, and there were discrepancies between the masters who corrected it.
Now remembering it, he must have remembered hurriedly when he was half-knowledge, must he be right?
Can the master with the loose two-five-eyed sword learned when he was a kid really correct anything?
Cheng Qian whispered, "The master left when we first started."
The old man frowned.
Cheng Qian pressed down on his temper and asked respectfully: "Master showed me the Fuyao wooden sword with Yuanshen before his death. There may be some places that are not remembered in a hurry ..."
His words were interrupted by a cold hum. The old man heard the words and did not know why. He looked even more angry. He waved the wooden sword and patted Cheng Qian's shoulder, and cursed repeatedly: " Stupid! Stupid! "
Cheng Qian hasn't been put on so many stupid hats in his life, but he can't be refuted--who makes people better than him?
Faced with such a predecessor, even if the other party said that he was wearing a Qiqiao Night Pot on his neck, he had to listen.
The old man jumped on his feet for a while, his body changed suddenly, and he turned into the middle-aged man in a robe.
Cheng Qian's scalp exploded. When the predecessor appeared in the image of an old man, he used the sword style of "prosperity and decline", although it was old and hot, but he was more inclined to "decline", which was not enough. But he appeared in the image of a middle-aged man, and the wooden sword in his hand became an unknown sword. However, he just matched the sword meaning of "Sheng", and his power couldn't be compared.
Cheng Qian turned around countless thoughts in an instant, pondered the "youwei" that the old man had just covered from beginning to end, and bite the bullet again to bring the sword out.
Catch it!
But he hadn't had time to rejoice. The middle-aged man could not help but raise his sword again. He turned up from the air, stood high, and slashed down—the deformation was extremely high!
Cheng Qian's pupils shrank, and the next moment, he found that the restraint of Zhenyuan was released, and Zhenyuan, who had been imprisoned for a long time, flowed frantically in the sea of ​​air. The frost blade in his hand made a buzzing sound and separated seven moments. Eight sword shadows, connected with each other—
Cheng Qian did not wait for the other party to change his moves, and had already stepped into the faint sword. The frost-like sword filled the entire space, without traces, but everywhere. The third sword of the middle-aged man was "very strong". Then, two real yuan collided in vain, and a loud noise was heard.
The predecessor didn't leave anything behind, even splitting the sixteen swords "extremely prosperous", more tricky than fierce, and more dangerous than fierce.
For the first time, Cheng Qian truly understood the meaning of the "slight" sword. At first, some sluggish swords became more and more mature. Frost blades brought the shadow of the sky to the sky, spreading in the entire space with trembling. Killing the Devil Array is different.
Unfortunately, the stronger he is, the stronger the opponent is, Cheng Qian's strength is finally exhausted.
At the time of the sixteenth sword, Frost Blade came out again, rolling down to the ground embarrassedly, Cheng Qianqiang took a sigh of relief, shook it for a while, and planted it directly on his knees, his arms barely supporting the ground.
The middle-aged man bowed his sword in his neck and said indifferently, "Do you know where you are wrong?"
Cheng Qian's heartbeat thundered for a while, speechless.
"The trick of" Yu Wei "is the hardest trick in Fuyao Wooden Sword. It is unpredictable and pervasive. You used to be shit, but in a short time, you are already capable. With such qualifications, why would you rather study the swords of others? ?impetuous!"
If Fang is worried and contentious, his mind is slightly impetuous, Cheng Qian admits, but his hard work has not been less than that of anyone for so many years, he has died a lifetime, and has never been more leisurely than any other person. An impetuous person.
Cheng Qian now justified: "I ..."
The middle-aged man slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and a stiff smile interrupted him: "Because you think that the wooden sword is not the right way for you, do you? I walked the wooden sword to be 'humane', from life to death, from little to nothing. Old, there are thousands of ordinary people in the world who can't get away with this way, there is nothing strange, you think you are an exception, different from ordinary people, right? "
Cheng Qian: "..."
In retrospect, when the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers and was still waiting for Peng Chengli, he thought that he had matured so early that he had lost the young man's heart. When others looked up and down and were confused about the way forward, he thought that he had followed a clear goal. When he was far ahead, when others were struggling and things were contrary to his wishes, he ran across the world, long ago, fearless, others were soaring, and when everything was impossible, he voluntarily embarked on "humanity."
Although he had never boasted, Ke Qian's deep subliminal self-esteem made him never associate each of Fuyao Sword with himself.
The meaning of the sword in the wooden sword always seemed to him to be separated by a layer. He was so rigid as to understand the life experience of others, and never really felt it.
The middle-aged man stopped drinking and said, "You look at heaven and earth, then you look at yourself, you look at others, but you never compare with yourself, aren't you human? Since you chose 'Humanity', why don't you let go of that? A big and improper heaven and earth? "
"To treat others is to be estranged from one another, to whom we are moved, who we are tolerant, who we are close to, and who we love-who have you ever been in awe of? Who have you looked up to?
The middle-aged man said here, pressing the sword's tip down sharply, and Cheng Qian's neck was painful with a sharp blade: "I don't know the sky is thick, arrogant and impetuous, and pretentious. I don't think you are a teenager, and you have no heart. How big is growing. "
Cheng Qian showed a layer of cold sweat on his back.
"If you can truly be extraordinary and consciously understand Fuyao Wooden Sword, why isn't even a trick" Youwei "not good? Stand up!" The middle-aged man screamed angrily, "The sword is not finished yet, pretend to die!"
At the beginning, he was in a state of mind. He lived like a year. Although he didn't worry about the stern disputes here, he began to worry about Li Li and other people who were living in the same room with many people from the Demon and Tianyan Departments. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the host here saw that he was absent-minded, and was tortured by wind and rain, forcing him to get rid of the distractions and gradually sink into the Fuyao wooden sword.
Cheng Qian was trapped here for a long time. The unknown host here imprisoned his true element countless times, forcing him to practice the frost blade as an ordinary wooden sword like a little disciple.
But when the person who re-formed like an old man opened another door and let him go, Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the sunless and all kinds of things happened only in one thought and one breath, he stood At the other door, he looked up and saw that a small strand of hair cut off by the wooden sword before he entered the door just landed.
Cheng Qian suddenly stepped back and asked, "I don't know how to call seniors?"
The old man replied with eyes and nose and nose and mouth: "Unknown, I'm just a little bit of your legacy."
Cheng Qian asked again: "What if we choose the word" tian "or" ground "?
The old man said: "Fuyao has only been humane since ancient times. As for heaven and earth, I can't teach it. No one can teach it, so I have to send you back and forth."
Cheng Qian heard it, and suddenly there was an idea in his heart, and he didn't have time to catch it. If he thought for a moment, he went straight to the old man for the junior salute, and then he strode away.
The door of inheritance behind him closed silently, as if it never existed. Cheng Qian looked up and saw Yan Zhengming standing not far away, holding the wooden sword he had taken out of the inner house, thoughtfully slightly lower. Headed.
At the sight of him, Cheng Qian could not help but float happily, and his steps were much lighter: "Master ..."
As soon as he knew, Yan Zhengming's cold gaze swept over and cut off the words behind him.
Cheng Qian grew up with him since he was a child. He was okay to find anything on weekdays, but he still caught the real fire. Cheng Qian was able to tell. At that time, he was a little bit guilty, thinking, "Is he also Is the old man tortured lightly? "
After Yan Zhengming gave him a glance, he turned silent and walked forward.
Cheng Qian followed behind him in a fog, remembering where he had offended the young master, and asked helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"
As soon as the words fell, Cheng Qian himself reacted suddenly, his eyes fell uncontrollably on the wooden sword in the hands of Yan Zhengming, his scalp was numb, and he said, "Wait, what is he doing to remove the wooden sword? "
The old man in the lineage has very sharp eyes, can't see what he talked about?
Thinking about this, Cheng Qian was almost guilty, he quietly wiped out a cold sweat, and quickly thought about the countermeasures in his heart.
After hearing a question, Yan Zhengming said nothing, and thought, "Oh, this is a guilty conscience."
After waiting for a while, Cheng Qiangan coughed, and just when he was about to speak, Yan Zhengming said unexpectedly: "How, you have made up a nonsense about how to explain this wooden sword?"
Cheng Qian: "..."
The two seemed to pass through a narrow passage, and soon came to an end. At the end, there was a soft halo where the morning light would illuminate. When Yan Zhengming asked the sentence, they went straight in without looking back. Shem passed through and disappeared.
Cheng Qian busy chasing after the past, a flower in front of him, he found that he had returned to the Taiyin Mountain again, and then turned back, all the heritage and the Valley of the Devil disappeared.
In addition to an angry master, there are a lot of people. One side is headed by Han Yuan, and the brains behind him are all magic repairs. The other side is headed by You Liang. Behind them are a large number of ordinary monks who do not know when to gather here. .
Li Yan and the puddles, Nianda and others were in the middle without embarrassment, floating in the sky.
Cheng Qian determined that there were not so many living monks at the time when the Demon Slayer broke.
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