MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 41

The entire Qinglong Island is brightly lit, and the night watchman who was originally sent because of a big match will not know where he died. The people scattered to form a group of headless flies, and they mingled in a mess, gossip and gossip filled the sky Suddenly, I have everything-some people say that the magic repair has come to chaos, some people say that the island master practiced the fire and got into the magic ... The most outrageous thing is that some people say that there is a really big blue dragon under the Qinglong Island. The Dragon Lord did not know how to break the seal and went out to find food. A monk on the island is probably enough for the elderly to have a supper.

Tang Wanqiu always kept a distance of three feet with Yan Zhengming. They seemed to be waiting for them. Yan Zhengming could see that he did not rush to her. It ’s just that the puddle that was caught in the hand as a parcel was pitiful, dizzy and scared, and could n’t help crying. Fortunately, Li Ye had suppressed the demon blood in her body with elixir in advance, otherwise she would cry like this all the way, The mountains on Qinglong Island must be shaken, and we do not know what evil events will be spread.

Tang Wanqiu took them straight through the hillside of the Lecture Hall, and immediately disappeared into a wood, stopping in front of a group of steles.

The name here is "Stone Forest", standing on the Qinglong Island is a powerful monument that soars or falls. It is similar to the ancestral temple dedicated to ancestors on the earth. They have all heard of Cheng Qian, but they are not disciples of Qinglong Island. Guest stays for further study, no one will come here if nothing is wrong.

Tang Wanqiu let go, and left the puddle aside. The puddle cried all the way, and he cried all the fear in his heart, leaving only shock and anger. As soon as he got free, he aimed at Tang Wanqiu's hand, sturdy The ground opened her mouth to bite her.

But Tang Wanqiu's teeth had not fallen yet, but Tang Wanqiu suddenly glanced down at her. The eyes of Tang Zhenren, who had never treated others, turned red. She didn't seem to want to show anything in front of a child, and clenched her teeth. It was like squeezing an eyebrow. It wasn't like to endure grief, but it was a bit angry.

The puddle stared at her for a while, instead of being scared, she felt something like a keen beast, silently withdrawn her baby teeth, dragging two lines of snot, and was hugged back by the frightened master.

Tang Wanqiu turned his back to them and said bluntly, "By the command of the island master, I will send you out of this place tonight."

Yan Zhengming was startled: "Predecessor, what happened on the island? Although the younger generations are not talented, anyway, I have spent so many years under the protection of the island owner. If there is anything I can do ..."

When he heard the word "blessing", Tang Wanqiu's eyebrows finally relaxed slightly. He looked back at him and said lightly, "Yan Zhangmen, the kindness you remember in your heart is, take care of your own life now! "

After speaking, I saw her and pointed to the ground, and shouted, "On!"

There was a rumbling sound on the ground of Beilin, and a two-foot-square gap cracked on the ground. The black hole below was vaguely stone steps, but it was a secret passage.

Tang Wanqiu took a trick, and the force of the thunderfire gathered at her fingertips. With a flick of her finger, she lighted the entire wall of the secret passage. The secret passage appeared to be brightly lit. Tang Wanqiu walked ahead and urged "Don't get rid of it!"

Yan Zhengming exchanged a wink with Li Yan quickly, Li Yan frowned, and whispered, "Brother, follow me first."

From the beginning of the contest, the island owner appeared, and Yan Zhengming began to feel vaguely wrong. However, after all, he didn't know anything. At this time, he was completely confused and holding a puddle that wiped his nose with his sleeve. No more.

Yan Zhengming handed the puddle to a few Daotongs who followed him. He couldn't help but glance back. Cheng Qian stably stood in the post-broken position. He was looking towards the lecture hall, and now he seemed to feel his eyes. In the same way, Cheng Qian suddenly turned around and nodded at him, as if there was a crack in his heart.

But Yan Zhengming knew that he didn't have the bottom of his heart, but he didn't care about it, so he couldn't help but smile a bit, but after the bitter smile, his heart suddenly settled inexplicably, Yan Zhengming took a good sword and followed Tang Behind late autumn went down.

The secret way is really not spacious. Tang Wanqiu, who leads the way, is okay, but Yan Zhengming can only lower his head all the way. The fire on the two side lights is blessed by the charm. No one speaks on this way, inexplicably Seems very depressed. It is easy for a person to get lost in the underground, and to chat about, Cheng Qian secretly calculated the distance, just when he felt that he was about to get out of Qinglong Island, a line of stone steps appeared in front of him.

The stone steps are straight up and down, and the gap is extremely narrow. Even the puddles are slightly short. Others are almost crawling out. A group of monks seem to be drilling dog holes without an image.

Li Yan finally couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "I don't know where this is taking us ..."

Yan Zhengming shook her head, and turned back a little harder and instructed: "Liu Shi, you take good care of the young girl."

This reminder reminded Han Yuan who was behind him of something.

Han Yuan quickly touched in his arms, and found a series of "hanging pendants". It was the soul-searching needle that he got from stealing chickens and dogs in Xianshi a few years ago. The needle tips were poisonous, and they were stuffed into small wood. In the shell, a straw rope was worn at the needle and nose. At first glance, don't have a strange style of begging along the street.

When Han Yuan just got the Soul Search Needle, he was thinking about so many people who bullied them on the island. Maybe it was used up quickly. Who knew that he was guarded by his brothers in all things. These three needles have remained to this day. .

Han Yuan hung three soul-searching needles around the puddle's neck and asked: "Someone wants to bully you, just pull the cork and use this to pierce him."

During the conversation, the stone steps had reached the bottom. Tang Wanqiu patted a stone slab in one palm, and the two-foot-thick stone slab blew up a broken bone. The predecessor was almost a rampant artillery battle. Follow up.

As soon as he emerged, Yan Zhengming felt a sea breeze rushing towards him. He took a closer look. It turned out that this place was actually a secret pier. There was only one boat parked in the middle. The boat was not very strange to look at, but it seemed to be able to As if blending into the night, if it is not in front of you, you can hardly notice that there is still a giant monster here.

"Go up," Tang Wanqiu said, "there is no boatman, but you have a strong foundation in self-made spells. The boat line can be manipulated by the spell. Look at it yourself. If you can control the sword, you don't have to be so troublesome."

Tang Wanqiu used to look like "Heaven is the boss, I am the second child". This remark came from her mouth. It should have been ridiculed and ridiculed by them to be low, but strangely, this time, she didn't seem to That means.

She turned to glance at the dark sky and the sea darker than the sky, and whispered inaudibly: "Too fast, too late ..."

For a moment, her whole person seemed to be buried in the heavy night, and the skirt and hair raised by the sea breeze were shaking gently, almost giving the illusion that she was a bit fragile.

For a long time, Tang Wanqiu said, "I actually saw Han Muchun that day, but I didn't dare to recognize it-I may be ... a bit reckless, and I was not sure if he was willing to be recognized."

It's a pity that she is so clumsy as to treat people, and before the balance is found out, that person will never be seen again.

Yan Zhengming froze, and then reacted. She was talking about the battle that was encountered by the magic repair on the East China Sea five years ago.

Tang Wanqiu: "You ... hmm, a little bit like your Master when he was young."

Speaking, she lowered her head slightly, and put a long strand of hair behind her ears. This was an unconscious little movement that many girls had, asking her to do it, but it seemed to contain a startling past.

After Tang Wanqiu said the most gentle words in her life, her tone hardened again and again and said to Yan Zhengming, "After leaving here, do n’t go back to Fuyao Mountain, or go to the world to experience it, or find a beautiful mountain. It ’s okay to keep practicing, do n’t let others know that you are Fuyao. ”

Yan Zhengming tentatively said, "Seniors, haven't our Fuyao factions already been established as incompetent martial arts? Would anyone know if they went out?"

"A cat and a dog naturally haven't heard of it, but they know what they should and shouldn't know," Tang Wanqiu said. "Don't let go, get off on the boat ..."

Her voice faded, and a strong beam of light suddenly struck the clouds on the Qinglong Island. For a time, the whole island was as bright as a day, and the eyes could not be opened.

In the late Tang Dynasty, his pupils shrank, and his face was anxious.

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had not been far away or near, suddenly stood upright, and slowly raised Frostblade: "Who?"

Just listening to the sounds of "咻" and "咻" in the air, a group of masked people, like black crows, fell down one after another, and surrounded them in a few moments.

For the first one to stand out from behind, he said concealed behind the black cloth: "Martial law on Qinglong Island, from now on, ships are prohibited from going out!"

As soon as Tang Wanqiu raised his hand and pinched Cheng Qian's shoulder, he pulled him aside with brute force, and walked forward: "I have never heard the island owner say martial law, what are you?"

The masked man gave a low sneer and sneered at Tang Qiuqiu: "The real person doesn't need to be angry. Even if you are on a boat, you can't go out."

After saying that, he raised his head with a gesture of something, and saw countless stars lit up in the night sky, looking from a distance, like a group of scattered fireflies.

Puddle had just opened his mouth to cry, and Li Shi covered her mouth with a hand, Li Yan whispered, "Brother, what is that ..."

Yan Zhengming turned his eyes around, and replied, "The sword's body was exposed to the fluorescence when it was excited by clear air."

Li Yan could not help but panic: "What? So much? Who is this for? Can't it always be for us?"

Li Yan is always the most clever and usually falls off the chain at the critical moment.

As soon as he said this, Yan Zhengming knew what he was thinking-indeed, they were just indiscriminate disciples from the incompetent small martial arts. He had never been out of the mountain and lived in Fuyaoshan once. After Qinglong Island, the most ostentatious thing I ever did was to fight with a few gangsters of the Gangbang group. The other party was so active that 80% of them came for Tang Wanqiu, and she had the ability to make the whole world All the people have offended all over again, and where did the unevenness come from.

Li Yan whispered: "Brother, if it's not bothering us, then ..."

Yan Zhengming grabbed his elbow with one hand and shook his head. It felt that it was not that simple. Why was the island chaotic and Tang Wanqiu didn't help? Instead, he wanted to send them away in secret?

He felt keenly from Tang Wanqiu's warning "don't mention that he is a Fuyao".

Suddenly, Cheng Qian, who had been silent, opened his mouth, Cheng Qian said with certainty: "That person is Zhou Hanzheng."

Yan Zhengming said for a moment: "What? How do you know?"

Cheng Qian stared at the pair of eyes exposed by the masked man without changing his face, and whispered softly, "He? I know all of them."

Yan Zhengming, this authentic suffering master, has probably forgotten it-he was like this since he was a child, quarreling and arguing, angry and angry, but no vengeance, although the humiliation of falling down the platform was vivid, but nothing left for him Unforgettable hatred, anyway, Zhou Han is about to throw him off the high platform now, I'm afraid it is not so easy. With that energy, he is more willing to remember the beautiful and happy days on Fuyao Mountain when he was young.

Cheng Qian is different. Whenever he can't practice his sword, or encounters a bottleneck, and feels that he can't survive that hurdle anyway, he will remember those people who are brothers Zhang Dasen and Zhou Hanzheng. Every day, Zhang Dasen's popularity gradually disappeared from him, and he focused on Zhou Hanzheng.

Cheng Qian glanced around and took a step forward, slightly raising his voice to Tang Wanqiu: "Tang Zhenren, the younger generation is very grateful to the island owner for many years of care, but there is one thing unknown-why did he let a person of unknown origin Into the lecture hall? "

Tang Wanqiu was stunned by him, then turned back abruptly: "What did you say?"

The headed masked man heard the words, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian ... and the frost-edged sword in his hand, and smiled lowly: "The person that the living bird felt that day really was you, but you little ghost Doorway, I hid from you. "

Previously, he deliberately pressed his throat, but this sentence revealed the original voice. Tang Wanqiu heard it again and again, and his face suddenly revealed an unbelievable unbelievable: "Zhou Hanzheng?"

The masked man could not hide it, and he took off the black cloth veil on his face without fear, revealing the scholar's face after thinking about it, and smiled, "Tang Daoyou invited, it would be better to go back with us to see the island master customer?"

Tang Wanqiu first opened his eyes wide and immediately became furious: "The island owner treats you like a mountain, do you trust in others?"

Zhou Han was shaking his head and sighing sighing: "Tang Zhenren's words are bad, I am not a Qinglong Island person. I have never trusted anyone in these years. Thanks to the owner of the island, I can afford to be a guardian on the island-eh? Why? I remember wrong, isn't Tang Zhenren also studying under Mulan Mountain, isn't he a disciple of Qinglong Island? "

Where did Tang Wanqiu hear his nonsense, to say nothing, he tore off the epee behind her, and swept out a fierce sword wind without greeting, and could not see anything to the sword guards in the air. Fearful, he smashed Zhou Hanzheng's head into a rotten melon.

Zhou Han was jumping into the air lightly, thinking about a fan in his hands, the faint atmosphere of thunder and fire was looming, and it was connected with Tang Qiuqi ’s sword-qi short-armed soldiers, a loud boom, the hatchback disappeared, and the ground was instantly blurred.

Zhou Hanzheng was face to face and cruel, Yan Zhengming was frightened when he watched the battle next to him, and found that it was too early to conclude that he "will not be easily dropped off the stage" by Zhou Han, but Zhou Han was not only weak in his means, but he was also very unimportant. On the face, he didn't seem to want to fight with Tang Wanqiu one-on-one in the slightest. He waved a fan, and Zhou Han was facing many masked humans in the sky and on the ground: "Take this person!"

Tang Wanqiu growled: "You try it!"

Masked people like black crows have fallen their swords, and squeezed the small pier into a leak. Yan Zhengming ’s sword is like a light, and the whole man has been imperiously swords to mid-air, and he saw a trick. For a moment, there were several ghost images flashing in the same way as he did with the sword. This distraction was extremely costly. He actually wanted to carry all the masked people in the air with his own power.

Cheng Qian wanted to try the frost blade in his hand, but when he looked back, he saw Li Wan and others with pale faces. He forced himself to pour cold water on the blood, and stayed in the hug. Next to the vermiculite facing the puddle.

The two masked men fell to the ground sneakily, approaching Cheng Qian and his party from the other side, apparently did not look at Cheng Qian, the teenage boy at all, and the horizontal sword was on, a murderous kill Gesture.

Cheng Qian did not retreat, did not say hello, and directly rushed to "shock the waves to shore" to greet him.

Only then did Cheng Qian realize the difference between the murderous sword in his hand and his ragged wooden sword, the frost-edged sword moved, and an indescribable coldness pervaded the whole. At the moment when the blades collided on the dock, Cheng Qian seemed to hear thousands of ancestors or hateful or angry roars, deafening, and a layer of frost was visibly condensed on the naked eyes of the sword. The face weapon was cut off with a sword, and Cheng Zhen's body was stirred up frantically. He almost had the illusion that he would explode and die next moment.

Yes, the note says "Don't act rashly ..."

Cheng Qian was shocked first and threw the sword instinctively. However, he only flinched slightly, and more masked people rushed up, even one had to reach out to catch the puddle. "What love is like, let's kill these pieces before we talk."

At the moment, he kept on his feet, his moves remained the same, and another sword, "Shocking the Beach," the two masked people expected that Cheng Qian could not even condense, and the repair was limited, after all, he was not able to leapfrog and fight one enemy. At the point of the second place, where does he know that his sword is honed by the wooden sword-the wooden sword folds as soon as it folds, and the sword strength it can withstand is extremely limited. The person holding the sword must not only control the force, but also be very precise. Cheng Qian dared to combine the wide-opening and closing sea tide sword and the ever-changing Fuyao wooden sword into one. Throughout the lecture hall, he had already gone farther in the kendo than he could condense the imperial sword.

Needless to say he now has the ancient frost sword "Frostblade" in his hand.

The sword light was like the purple electric blue frost, as if the master could feel the killing of his master. The sword wind soared by as much as three feet, and a sound like a crack broke immediately. Cheng Qian actually wiped two people's necks with a sword. Falling on that lonely "No Sword of Death", it really coagulated into a layer of **** frost. 2k novel reading network