Chapter 94:

When Yan Zhengming left Fuyao Mountain, he was less than seventeen years old, and in his early twenties, he condensed his royal sword, and his appearance had grown, and he had not changed much.
Today, his Yuan Shen stepped into the sword realm, his eyebrows have not been traced by the years, but his temperament has changed dramatically.
The two goalkeepers looked at each other with a little murmur in their hearts. Fuyao Mountain is a paradise with few outsiders. The children have never seen such power, and the master is not at home.
The two teenagers trembled for a while, and the older ones braved their courage, stopped their companions behind, and came forward.
He did not dare to lift his eyes, and politely stumbled to the ground, politely said: "The head of my family went out yesterday to travel, I do not know the date of return, you are not lucky enough to come here today, dare to ask the name of the fairy, and will make a report in the future."
The younger children were only twelve or thirteen years old, and Xiaoyuan's face was immature. He looked straight at them as they walked a few steps away.
Yan Zhengming's throat choked. He wanted to say "Don't you even recognize me?" But when it came to his lips, he suddenly found that he couldn't remember the names of the two children.
He seemed to have returned to his former life, and after a hundred years of forgetting the river, everything was impressed, but it was not so real.
What folks say is
the little one leaves home and the boss returns
, is that what it is like?
Suddenly, the young Taoist boy blinked and was shocked: "Yeah, Brother Garfield, this person seems to be our master!"
Oh, yes, the child is called Garcinia huang—Yan Zhengming suddenly remembered that these Tao children were originally slaves of the Yan family. When he left the house, he carefully selected a group to send them, and he saved trouble , The color palette gave everyone a color name. At that time he was spoiled by lawlessness. People around him came and went, and he didn't even go to his heart.
I haven't heard the word "Master" for a long time, and a group of people all laughed.
Li Yan laughed: "Fuyaoshan has been sealed for more than a hundred years. But you and you stayed one day. It seems that you have no idea what is happening today and now-now he is not the master. He is the head. I am Li Yan. do you remember?"
Garcinia opened his eyes wide and stood for an incredible moment: "A hundred years?"
His eyes swept out aimlessly, and he was seeing a large locust tree under Fuyao Mountain, which was thick and lush.
Garcinia stared at the big locust tree for a long while and muttered suddenly, "It was planted when the head of the tree left. He said that when the little tree grows a few laps, you can come back ..."
It is now so imposing.
Garcinia Huang stretched out his hand in vain for a moment, wondering what ugly Yin had calculated, and then he looked up and tried hard to discern a familiar look from everyone's face: "You are the second or the second master ... and the third master Uncle! Did n’t the third teacher and the head climb the mountain the year before last? It ’s so tall ... Oh my ...

His gaze fell on the puddle, hesitating not to shout.
Puddle Road: "I'm Hantan."
Despite some speculation about Garcinia Cambogia, the people who grew up that night still have some indigestion.
The young boy in that year bluntly said, "Master is in charge? Then Han is in charge? There are four uncles, haven't you come back together?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expression was darkened. Garcinia genus was the best at watching and seeing the scene. At the sight of this situation, he immediately gave his companion a slap: "Just say a lot, go to the mountain to report and let them all Don't be lazy, Master ... hey, the head is back! "
Fuyao Mountain was completely lively. All living creatures left their posts here and came to look around. Who can think of just taking a nap and waking up and getting a new one?
Even the fairy crane in front of the hall didn't hover and flew down. The fairy crane was alive. Even though the puddles looked quite different, it still remembered her taste.
After choking the puddle of water, he stretched his neck and looked down the mountain, as if he thought he would come back.
The puddle had the shallowest impression of Fuyao Mountain, and fell silently at the end, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in the mountain, looking at it, she thought of something again, and lowered her head lonely.
Someone asked next to her, "What's the matter, little girl?"
Looking up at the puddle, it turned out that it was Tang Yan who was a guest. She and Tang Yan are not familiar with each other, but in the bone formation, Tang Yan saved her life from Xuanhuang's hands, so it was kind of kind.
She paused slightly, and smiled reluctantly: "Senior, I'm over a hundred years old, not a little girl."
Tang Yan said: "In your Tonghe clan, a hundred-year-old hasn't even grown a bone, why isn't it a little girl?"
The puddle heard the word "Tonghe", and the reluctant smile on her face gradually faded. She sighed and whispered, "I'm not the real Tonghe."
Tang Yan: "How to say?"
Despite asking questions, Tang Yan's expression was not astonished—this person seemed not to be astonished at anything.
The puddle is not her second brother who has a lot of eyes and thieves. She is not wary of others. Besides, Tang Ye has a deep relationship with the Fuyao faction, so he has no worries to say: "My mother is the demon of the Houshan Qiaogu, but my father Not the demon king, I'm the queen and a life. "
Tang Yan didn't seem to expect her to be so straightforward, and gave her a little sting.
The puddle said, "I heard that after I was born, I spent more than a hundred years in an egg. Everyone else thought I was a dead egg. My mother put me on Linxiantai, and I died because I was in Linxian. Now, my dad ’s surname has never been seen before, I do n’t know if I ’m still alive. My last name is Master ’s, and my first name is from a master ’s name ... It ’s such a big name that does n’t make much sense. I can't hear it a few times. The brothers are always in a puddle. It seems that if they don't scold me, they can't remember what my name is. "
Although she was complaining about this, she felt an indifferent heart widened in her words. Tang Yan was amused by her, and her sickness on her face seemed to recede.
With a puddle of nose in the puddle, he said arrogantly: "In any case, the second brother said, I am a grouse chicken that my father does n’t hurt, and now I ’m back to Fuyao Mountain, and I may meet the people of Houshan Demon Valley in the New Year. I don't know what it's like to see this live green hat. "
Tang Yan gave a little rest, and opened his mouth to comfort her. Before the words came out, the puddle blinked and ridiculed himself: "Well, but it's nothing, I heard that the demon king's heart was only big enough. I always wanted to kill me when I was an egg. Anyway, there is a head brother now, he does n’t dare to take me. If he sees me, I can add a little jam, then I can count myself as revenge, haha, by the way He was so angry that he might be the next demon king! "
This dad does n’t hurt, and the little ambition is quite ambitious. Tang Yan swallowed back in silence as he was preparing to export, and said with a smile: "That's right."
The puddle ran to the front a few steps, and patted it hard behind the big-looking year, saying, "Master and nephew, people can't be resurrected. Anyway, your father is still a Yuanshen monk. As long as Yuanshen is not dead, he can Reincarnation, turning back to wait for you to get started, I will take you to the nine-story building, there must be a way to find reincarnation! "
Nian glanced at her with bloodshot eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Master Shi."
He used to be so noisy that he could decorate the two horns by himself, but now he seems to have settled down after a major tragedy.
Nian greatly looked up at Fuyao Mountain, and Shengjing on earth flickered from his eyes, without intention, he just thought silently: "Is it too useless?"
Cheng Qian turned his head inadvertently, seeing the eyes of his cheap apprentice, his heart suddenly moved.
The struggle of every young man seems to start under such "I'm too useless" eyes. The world turns, as if a complete circle has been achieved in generations and generations.
Yan Zhengming suddenly dragged him from the side and whispered dissatisfied: "Hey, it depends on what he does, why don't you look at me twice."
Cheng Qian: "..."
He now regrets saying that in Stone Mustard, because he feels that this master who is very good at sloping down donkeys is a little bit up his nose.
After all, Fuyao Mountain is a place of cleanup, which is inconvenient for singing and dancing.
In the evening, Yan Zhengming just called everyone and set up a simple feast in the open space in front of the mission hall.
The chef sent it back from the Yan family. When the food was served, the chef was still a little embarrassed. Did the young master and his teachers and brothers on the Fuyao Mountain grow their meals?
In a blink of an eye, the valleys and valleys are forbidden, and the forbidden alcohol is forbidden!
During the dinner, Cheng Qian packed something and left the dinner alone.
From Fuyao Mountain to Taiyin Mountain for more than fifty miles, Yujian was only a short while.
The residual blood around the ten-square array lingered. People were gone. Some of them died and no one was buried. The corpses lay alone, waiting for the integration of heaven and earth.
The whole portrait of Han Yuan has been turned into darkness.
Hearing the deliberate footsteps, Han Yuan tilted his head slightly, his face was dim, and he could not see that he was himself, or his demon who did not speak well.
Cheng Qian held Frost Blade in his hand, walked silently, sat beside him, and found an oily paper bag from his arms.
There is a little oil stain on the edge of the oil-paper wrap, which is still warm. Cheng Qian threw the paper bag into Han Yuan's arms, brushed the dust off the ten square array site, and sat down.
Han Yuan opened and saw that there was a package of crystal clear pine nuts, mixed with a subtle osmanthus fragrance, each cut into the size of a thumb, one by one, no one and no one stuck.
The big devil stayed for a while, didn't say anything bad, and didn't appreciate his tears. He just picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth.
Han Yuan's cheeks were thin and boneless. He was a thin figure with a thin life and a small sugar tucked in. The cheeks bulged up. His face was still stained with blood, tasted too seriously, and frowned. , With a bitter face and deep hatred, like taking medicine.
He kept talking, for a moment and a half, even shattered was brought together, and he poured his head up into his mouth boldly.
Cheng Qian saw a toothache next to him and asked, "Drink water?"
"Drink," Han Yuan said, "stretch me."
Cheng Qian took a trick and condensed a tiny chill in the air, condensed into a potty cup, and brought in some water, and handed it to him.
Han Yuan drew a sigh, sighed, and said, "The first sweet bite I've ever had in my life is pine nuts."
Cheng Qian: "Grand Brother gave it."
Han Yuan glanced at him and said, "It was given by you. I felt incredible at the time. I said that if there was such a delicious thing, the little beggars would break it and kill it. You just give it away. If it is me, it is either inattentive or too kind to me. "
Cheng Qian laughed: "No, it was not very pleasing to see the big brother at that time, too lazy to eat his stuff."
Han Yuan was silent for a while and laughed: "I think so."
Immediately, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Needless to say, Cheng Qian knew that he was talking about Fuyao Mountain, so he lightly nodded and said, "Same as before-wait for you to come and see for yourself in the future."
Han Yuan paused and smiled strangely, saying, "Don't make fun of me, little brother, what did Master say to you before he died? 'Guilty and unforgivable, the door must be cleaned by the doormate' himself." Did you eat sugar? "
Cheng Qian turned his head and fixedly looked at him: "Are you guilty?"
Han Yuan's expression changed slightly, and Cheng Qian could see it only momentarily. Han Yuan's coward ran away again, and the person talking to him became a demon.
The demon Han Yuan glanced at him lazily: "Tian Yan has become a street mouse, and I think that the emperor's house is also badly damaged. When the count is exhausted, there is naturally a man-made reaction. My anger is also out of my heart. It ’s also easy, if you are not guilty, you have the final say. "
Cheng Qian shook his head and avoided answering. He glanced at the frosty moonlight: "I'm gone and come again tomorrow."
"Tomorrow I want that milk cake," Han Yuan said, touching his stomach, adding, "It's too sweet. I'm not comfortable after eating. Please bring me half more."
Cheng Qian waved his hand, Frost Blade flashed like a meteor, and was gone.
By the time he got back to Fuyao Mountain, the banquet was gone, Cheng Qian went straight back to his Qing'anju, and Garfield was waiting for him.
Seeing that he was a little nervous, Garcinia took the first two steps to take his sword and whispered, "Some ... the head is here."
"Oh, I'm here to study the thoughts left by the ancestors." Yan said intently.
Cheng Qian glanced at the legendary thoughts offered on the unregrettable stage, and saw that La Ladi had put a jug on it, and hadn't dismantled him. He casually said, "What has been studied?"
Yan Zhengming glanced at the Garcinia Cambodia that had just been transferred to Qing'an Curie.
Garcinia is not very old, but has a lot of cleverness, immediately knew that he was obstructing his eyes, and quickly found an excuse to run away.
Yan Zhengming: "What have you done?"
Cheng Qian didn't answer, just smiled.
Yan Zhengming didn't know what to do, he understood, and didn't ask any more, but patted his hand toward the jug: "Don't move, the wine is fine with you. Pour a glass."
Cheng Qian's eyes fell on the stone that he was thinking about. He had copied this book from a young age, and closed his eyes. Even a few pits could be counted silently. He put his hand on it. After thinking about it, the light of Orchid was reflected on the stone, and the hand was as white as jade.
Yan Zhengming said that looking at the stone was just an excuse. At this time, he stared at Cheng Qian's hand intently, took a sip without taking a sip, and took his master to drink.
Cheng Qian frowned suddenly: "Huh?"
Yan Zhengming absently shouted, "What?"
Cheng Qian: "I always feel that something is flowing in this stone."
Although this stone looked like a pool of water, it was still standing water. At this time, Cheng Qian felt that the light and shadow inside it changed, as if moving.
Yan Zhengming heard the news, and found a small bottle from his arms, squeezed out a few drops of grass-like water from the inside, spread it on the stone surface, and quickly condensed into a square-sized water film.
Looking through the water film, the texture of the stone seems to be magnified many times, and the delicate stone texture can be clearly seen.
Cheng Qian came up and asked, "What's this? The second brother made it?"
Yan Zhengming: "Well, he's also useful for this-it's called leaf-blocking leaf juice. Generally, it's good for eye-blocking, and any slight fluctuations. A few drops can be enlarged to the surface."
The two waited for a while, and saw that the water film spread by the grass juice had disappeared, and there was no change for a while.
On the contrary, when Cheng Qian approached, the air flow from his breathing brushed Yan Yanming's face finely, which caused him to float involuntarily.
Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian's side, remembering his origins, and his upper body leaned back and coughed, saying, "For so many years, maybe it is your illusion?"
Later, he glanced quietly in Qing'an Curie: "I'm still quiet here, I always feel that there is a fairy in the bamboo forest in the back, which is very suitable for retreat."
As soon as this statement was made, Yan Zhengming slightly regretted that although he intended to stay here, he didn't want to sound so anxious.
It doesn't feel like a big brother, like a disciple.
As a fellow brother, I always feel bad and shameless.
Who expected that Cheng Qian didn't hear his meaning at all and answered absently: "Are you going to retreat?"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
This is a foolish idiot.
Cheng Qian actually made a lot of sense, saying: "Also, you have been running around after entering the realm of sword gods, and you have not had the opportunity to retreat to consolidate your realm. Moreover, when I practiced that wooden sword, I did not understand the meaning of the sword well. Refining ... uh, what's wrong? "
Yan Zhengming looked at him gloomily.
Cheng Qian, inexplicable, asked, "Is that still the case of the wooden sword ... haven't both of us been exposed?"
Not only was he unable to understand people, he was also good at which pots were not opened.
Yan Zhengming stood up holding the hip flask, and said angrily, "Who wants to be beautiful, whoever exposes it to you will be mad at you and go."
Cheng Qian quickly walked through the conversation just before him, and flashed aura of light: "Hey, brother!"
Yan Zhengming had a little expectation.
At this frosty cold dew, and when the night was quiet, Cheng Qian suddenly thought to himself: "He is here at this time, and there is nothing serious about it. What do you mean by leaving in two words?"
As soon as this thought rose, his throat was a little dry, but then he thought, "Deeper in the middle of the night, I opened my mouth and left him abruptly, not abruptly? Brother often convulsed, what if it does not mean that?"
He secretly measured it, feeling a bit abrupt, so he turned a corner.
Cheng Qian said sincerely: "If you think it's noisy elsewhere, just retreat with me, I will protect the law for you."
Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "Close your mind, I'm furious."
So he didn't say a word. It took a long time to look like a big meteor, and it took a long time to burn to the door of Qing Anju, and stuck the mud on the threshold of the courtyard.
Yan Zhemen thought very uncomfortably: "If you don't stay with me, I have to go." 2k novel reading network