MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 45

The vast sea, Xiao Shutian road.

When the world gathers, it suddenly turns like duckweed.

There is still a hole in Tang Zhenren's baby's belt, and she did not sew up and repair it by herself. At this time, the wind leaked at sea was leaking badly. He just felt that the place was full of turbulent waves, and he couldn't see it at a glance.

The puddle had fallen asleep in the arms of Yan Shi, and Han Yuan sat silently with his knees aside, and was too sleepy. Li Yan could not help but whispered, "Brother, where are we going?"

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath and squeezed his eyebrows hard. His eyes were blue and black, but he was actually more confused than Li Yan.

Everyone came to ask him, and who would he ask?

Yan Zhengming felt that he might not be worthy of the head seal of his chest. He might not have been the head of the material. Thinking back to the past 20 years, he had either followed the wave or was forced to move forward. If no one pushed Holding him, he didn't know where to go.

Seeing his gloomy look, Li Min pulled him: "Master?"

"Rest first," Yan Zhengming returned to God, comforting softly. "It's okay, rest assured ... if there is really no place to go, you can come back to Yan's house for a while."

As soon as this word came out, Cheng Qian also turned around.

In fact, as far as Cheng Qian is concerned, as long as he is not back to Fuyao Mountain, there is no particularly big difference between going to Yan's guest house or staying on the horizon to find food. Xue Qing also had an accident. Xiaoyueer was likely to be intercepted from the road at all. So Yan family, who has a big career and a big goal, still exists?

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, and said, "Brother ..."

With a stern expression, he was rare in his words.

On the one hand, Cheng Qian knew in his heart that this matter would not work without telling his elder brother, but when he looked at his tired look, he turned around a few times, but couldn't bear to say it again and again.

Yan Zhengming adjusted his expression bluntly, pretending to be indifferent, and asked, "What happened to the small copper coin?"

Cheng Qian carefully looked at him, his eyes inevitably evaded.

Yan Zhengming was first warmed by the soft eyes he had never seen in a hundred years, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong, and his chest swelled with an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment, Cheng Qian said in a low voice, "I'll tell you something. Don't be too sad, okay?"

Cheng Qian rarely treated him so politely, Yan Zhengming mentioned his throat in one breath.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, crossed his heart, and quickly said, "I've broken Xue Qing's charm."

The stone hand trembled and almost dropped the puddle. Han Yuan raised his head in confusion, and immediately after a meal, Li Yan reacted and took a sigh of cold air.

Yan Zhengming watched Cheng Qian for a long time without a word.

Cheng Qian was afraid that he couldn't think for a moment, and said busyly: "It's not necessarily that something really happened. Don't think about the bad first."

When he said this, he felt sorry for himself, and forgotten the following words. Cheng Qianpo poured cold water is a good hand, but he didn't know how to pour the soup, so he had to persuade awkwardly: "Maybe he was not careful Lost, maybe broken in the hands of others ... "

"Well, you're right," Yan Zhengming seemed to have just returned to God, smiled reluctantly, and smoothly connected to Cheng Qian's words, "Maybe it was a storm at sea. Maybe your charm also saved him. What a life ... um ... "

Suddenly he gave a hard blow, and then seemed to be choked by the sea breeze, covering his mouth with one hand and coughing.

Cheng Qian opened his mouth and finally didn't know what to say. He tentatively stretched his hands on Yan Zhengming's shoulders. He felt that a little bit of body temperature was leaking from the master. Before he could touch it, he was blown away by the sea breeze. From time to time, Cheng Qian remembered that when he saw the elder brother, the mother-in-law's bear-like bear always seemed to him that he was still a lazy prodigal in the gentle village.

At that time, he had no cocoons on his hands and no sorrow in his heart. How good ...

Why is it that he has to bear the pain and hasty confusion of exile in other places?

This day is destined to be an eventful one, Cheng Qian hasn't had time to end his distress, and the situation at sea changes suddenly.

I saw the whole sea as if it were shaking in the mountains. I didn't know where a huge wave came from. It was erected as a wall of water, five or six feet high, and rushed forward.

The ordinary sea breeze turned into a rough wind. Tang Wanqiu's leaky belt swayed violently, and flew to a higher place, but it seemed as if he could not catch it. He heard a crackling sound in the middle. The loophole was torn in half!

The torn place was just under Cheng Qian's feet. He stepped on the air with one foot and fell straight off the belt. This time, Yan Zhengming didn't respond slowly. He grabbed his arm with his hand, only to cough and be beaten. The Tibetan Mastiff's blood on his palm instantly wiped Cheng Qian all over.

Cheng Qian instinctively grasped Frostblade Sword and subconsciously mobilized Zhenyuan. On this bone, the sword actually made a soft noise, even though he was drowned in the sound of Hai Tao in the blink of an eye, he was still being submerged by Cheng Qian When he caught it, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh for a moment—this was a clear reaction!

Cheng Qian: "Brother, let me go!"

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear to his ears, and then he was sad and sad. At this time, he was almost a magical obstacle. The only thought in his heart was that he couldn't let go of him with death.

Cheng Qian didn't have time to talk with him in anxiety, and he quickly meditated on the secret of Ningshen Yujian. Maybe the fire was coming, maybe it was dangerous. For a time, he even skipped between Ningshen and Yujian. In a short period of time, Frost Blade floated in midair with some wind and rain.

Yan Zhengming held his hand lightly, and finally returned to his senses. He converged and relaxed his strength to prevent external forces from interfering with Cheng Qian: "No ... don't try to be stubborn, come slowly, slowly, you fly now Unstable, slower. "

Of course, Cheng Qian didn't dare to care. The taste of concentrating on the sword is equivalent to turning the sword into a part of the body. Even if a person is on the ground safely and peacefully, he must trip over a few heads to make a leg for nothing—not to mention Frostblade's sword was not a very honest leg, and he could not completely suppress it.

Cheng Qian steadily controlled Zhenyuan and did not dare to walk a bit, and slowly brought Frostblade to Tang Wanqiu's belt, but when Yan Zhengming was able to reach out to protect him in vain, the abnormality was reborn.

Suddenly, a water column emerged from the sea, and a big wave was instantly brought up. When the air smashed down, the seawater seemed to have an indescribable power. Cheng Qian's chest was dull, and he couldn't breathe out, Frost Blade lost control, even people Sword ground rushed aside.

The exclamation of his ears was drowned in an instant, Cheng Qian only had time to hold the hilt of the sword, and had fallen into the sea. Then, he was shot by the falling waves, and suddenly no one knew.

Fortunately, he never instinctively released the hand holding the sword. The frostblade sword's scabbard disappeared. The blown hair was blown by the water and hit Cheng Qian. He opened it politely on his calf. A **** mouth, the wound let the seawater kill, Cheng Qian awake awake.

He took a few sips of water, holding his breath with all his strength, struggling.

Cheng Qian braved himself for fear of death, but did not want to drown in the sea in such a meaningless way.

It's a pity that his water quality is not good. I'm sorry to say that he used the sea tide sword. He can still make two splashes in the small river ditch on the ground, so there is really no way out in the huge sea.

Cheng Qian stunned an unskilled maneuver. A thin air bubble floated around him, tremblingly contained him in it. Unfortunately, the waves even split Tang's belt into two. He Struggles at the end of the crossbow that are generally depleted of real dollars are useless at all.

The air bubbles kept rising, and they were constantly broken by the seawater. Every time they broke, Cheng Qian would re-snap on a few mouthfuls of seawater. Gradually, his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. The rise and fall did not know how long. In the end, he was almost blind, chaotic and up and down.

Cheng Qian just felt cold.

The sword was cold and the water was cold, so cold that he was almost unconscious.

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think of the nephew from the neighbourhood he had seen in the village when he was young—it seemed like a lifetime thing—the old woman sewed a thick shroud for the old man, and he had all the cotton he had gnawed for more than two years. Stuck in, since then, Cheng Qian had the first impression of death.

He thought that death must be extremely cold.

But this time, Cheng Qian died.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already another day of sunset.

Cheng Qian sat up violently, and there was a sharp pain in his lower back. He almost lay back again, only to find himself on a large reef. The sword wound on his calf was soaked in white water by the seawater, and lifted to the sides. A pale layer of salt cream has set on bare / exposed skin.

Only one person said behind him, "Are you alive?"

Cheng Qian turned his head and saw a "geek" meditating behind him.

The man was even more embarrassed than him, a ragged shirt was almost impossible to cover his body, his hair was messed up, only two eyes were exposed, and his eyes shot on him like electricity. Cheng Qian first looked at the man and felt a little familiar. After identifying for a long time, Cheng Qian shouted in shock: "Are you ... a gentleman?"

Wen Ya glared at him and said angrily: "Are you blindfolded or amnesia, what is the ghost name?"

Cheng Qian's acupuncture hurts like a needle. At the first sight of the old man here, all words and thousands of words almost poured into his mouth-about Master, Brother, Islander, Tang Zhenren ... but only for a moment, a moment later, His heart cleared the fragility that he should not have, and he calmed down again.

Cheng Qian converged the words one by one, and swallowed back with the salty seawater. He respectfully respected the real gentleman and honoured the junior, and then poked Frostblade to one side silently and tuned. Interest, the real element that will be depleted in the seawater will be repaired as soon as possible.

Wen Ya looked at him for a moment, with a look of excitement and admiration on his face, and said, "Xiaochun told me that this child might be the reincarnation of his master, so it looks really like it."

He silently guarded Cheng Qianfa on one side for half a night. The stars in the sky hung above the sea like a wash, and the tide slightly faded to reveal the original appearance of most of the reef.

Cheng Qian just received the merits, and he heard Wen Yazheng say in his ear: "That‘ not a good dead sword ’is not tamed, it is not that you can surrender with affection and reason. You must have felt it.”

Cheng Qian hesitated, then responded: "This sword is the one you put in my room?"

Wen Ya sneered: "No? Thanks to your battered martial arts, because I have a relationship with you, I ca n’t even open the broken inn at the seaside, and I am chased and killed by a group of kings and eight lambs all the way. I plan to kill you The things that Shimen placed on me were returned, so I changed places and hid in the limelight before coming out. Hey, I didn't expect to come too early and happen to happen, and I was catching up with a drama on Qinglong Island. "

Cheng Qian: "This sword belongs to my master?"

Wen Yayi said: "Fart, how can your master-like dough-making person use such a weapon? This is your ancestor. By chance, it happened to me in the hands of you many years ago. I ’m small, and no one can trust it, so I have kept it for me-if the sword holder has a heart like iron, it can kill the Quartet. If it is a little weak, it will be backwashed by it. It is the first in the world. When bullying and fearing hard things, I think you are a group of "Weasel under the weasel, one generation is not as good as the next generation". In your generation, it is even more ridiculous. If you pull a general from a mule, you can barely fight it. "

Cheng Qian heard that the feeling was very subtle. I felt that the senior was really good at chatting, and immediately stood up and said, "Thanks to the seniors for their help, I will go to my brother and them, so I will stay with you first."

"Slow," Wen Ya stopped him. "Do you know where they are?"

Cheng Qian probably knows that the islands and reefs in the East China Sea have only such a small piece. Yan Zhengming said that they can only land nearby. Although he is not very skilled, he can guard the sword in the end. He can fly in a calm circle in the nearby sea while the waves are calm. Presumably it won't be too hard to find.

At the next moment, he was shocked to hear Wen Ya said, "I tell you, they are on a deserted island less than five miles away. If you go away with a sword, it will take a moment, but I advise you not to go. -Because Zhou Han happens to be on that island. "

Cheng Qian gave a quick meal.

Wen Ya continued: "Last night, there was a great earthquake in the East China Sea, and even you were affected. It means that there was a great power fall, Gu Yanxue ... Well, the little white face named Zhou must have been withdrawn at the time--hum, he ran down. fast."

Cheng Qian was not so anxious at first, but after listening to Wen Ya's words, he couldn't hold back anymore. Wen Ya's voice faded, and he had risen into the air with Frostblade.

Wen Ya didn't expect him to be so acute, yelled at him, blasted out a blue light, released a **** cable, caught up and tied Cheng Qian firmly, and fell back to the reef.

Wen Ya angered: "Are you crazy? Are you looking for death? Who said you were the old devil reincarnated, is he blind?"

It was hard to understand Cheng Qian's words, and he struggled a bit: "I wasn't originally. It was the master who acknowledged it wrong-senior, Zhou Han's righteousness was not correct, I'm afraid it's bad for the brothers, please Raise your expensive hand and let go of me. "

Wen Yadao said: "Don't know that the sky is thick, although the white-faced sister-in-law named Zhou is not a good product, but the realm is there. If I am in the heyday, maybe I can go to meet him ... you? Huh? . "

Cheng Qian was unmoved at all: "Thank you for telling your predecessors that you can't beat them naturally, but I can sneak attack and make secret calculations, please don't embarrass me."

Wen Ya: "..."

He really didn't know how Cheng Qian said these things. If he was 16 or 7 years old, he could be regarded as a young man alone, but in the world of self-cultivation of the Turtle of the Thousand Years, it was just a Little cub who can't pinch.

Wen Ya couldn't figure out how Han Muchun had brought up Cheng Qian as a cub-not only did he not have the slightest awe of being stronger than himself, but he was also a bit brazen!

Cheng Qian had already started a fire in his heart, but it was because of the human face of Wen Ya being a real old friend of Mu Chun. He did not turn his face on the spot and patiently said, "Senior Wen!"

"Sect ..." Wen Ya sighed suddenly. "Boy, with your children, you can't support Fuyao Mountain."

Cheng Qian did n’t know why he had to sing the Fuyao, but remembered that the man had n’t said a few good words with the master, and was relieved again, he did n’t argue about it, but stubbornly confronted Wen Ya for a moment, So they secretly studied the **** cord on their body and planned to find a gap to escape.

Who knew that the next moment he felt loose all over his body, and Wen Ya took back the bound fairy cable.

Wen Yadao said, "You can reach the Royal Sword at your age, which is considered to be outstanding. I have been with your Master for many years, and I ca n’t watch you go to death, like this—"

His voice faded, a few ghost images suddenly appeared on the reef, and Wen Ya released three distractions.

"If you can break out of my three distracting spirits, I won't stop you," said Wen Ya. "But there are rules. I don't want to see those swordsmanships and butterfly-like swords that Fuyao sends. You only allow yourself. You can only use this trick repeatedly if you can choose one trick, as long as you can break my distraction, you can go to any number. "

Only use the same sword trick, isn't it to spell the real yuan?

Cheng Qian almost didn't make him laugh-I feel that this senior Wen is also a bit old and disrespectful, and actually proposed to fight with himself, what's the difference between an adult and a four- or five-year-old kid?

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