MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 74

Under the mountains of Shizhou, Yan Zhengming's inner government Zhenyuan first bite back, he really didn't want to live.

If a person is suffering to the extreme, he can still faint at least. Although Yan Zhengming can faint with pleasure, Yuan Shen has to be awake all the time, and he is trapped in the crumbling inner government together with the violent sword. Can't resist or run away-not only is Zhenyuan in a chaos in his house, but also a fissured rift hit by a drowsy dragon lock, all blocked by his hurting sword.

He had no choice but to complacently think, "I don't see how good I am."

Then the next moment, he took a solid sword with him.

Jianxiu's Yuan Shen and Jian Qi can be combined into one, naturally, they have the same origin. In his inner house, he can't even die if he is tied into a sieve.

What's more terrible is that not only is there sword energy in his chaotic inner government, but also the smoky smoke that sometimes fluctuates, which is exactly his stricken heart demon.

This thing does not invade the sword, it has no holes, and sometimes it pops up from unexpected places. Once it catches his primordial spirit, it is necessary to step forward fiercely.

First drag him into the illusion, induce him, let him think of things for a while, and give him a few tickles to the itch, and when he is about to drown carefully, the illusion changes suddenly, sometimes mastered, sometimes It was Cheng Qian with frost on his face, sometimes it was himself, with a unified look and movement, pointing at his nose and yelling, "Animal, shameless!"

This distraction, he could not help but take another sword, and his body and heart were miserable. The process goes on and on and on.

Yan Zhengming was pierced by his sword gas in pain. Cheng Qian's phantom was still frowning at him. What was it like?

At first, Yan Zhengming thought to himself, "What's so good about living? I'll let it go. It's a hundred. Anyway, I'm a shameless beast."

Immediately, he could soberly wake up every time, remembering his practice, once he broke the inner house, people within 20 feet of his body had to die or be injured, and had to endure.

He smiled bitterly at Cheng Qian's phantom in front of him: "You ... even if one day kills me, I will probably have to lie down by myself."

The demon listened, feeling that the image did not seem to achieve the intended purpose, so he was very clever and changed into a face of Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming changed her face immediately, turning her face aside disgustingly: "You don't even have to go up and die by yourself."

Over time, he became accustomed to abuse, but instead raised his will to survive. He said, "If I am really dead, what will the martial arts do? What will my masters and brothers do? Let Xiao Qian feel my pain for a hundred years?" "

As soon as the last thought came out, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but fantasize about it—if he fell here in this way, would Cheng Qian remember him forever because of his heartbreak? Although it is really painful, when I think of Cheng Qian, no matter how he cultivates or soars, he can't get rid of his shadow. Yan Zhengming actually has a little bit of excitement.

But he couldn't be excited for a long time, because the demon would jump out from time to time to remind him that he was a shameless beast.

After a while, Yan Zhengming found that Yuanshen could hear the voice outside.

He knows that this is not a good sign. The weaker Yuan Shen is, the more he will be assimilated by the body, and therefore he will take over the body's six senses. Hearing the sound, it means that his Yuan Shen can no longer sustain it. When I heard the real Cheng Qian's voice for the first time, I was so excited that I was almost penetrated by the sword spirit from Tian Lingge to the soles of my feet.

It's a pity that for a long time, Cheng Qian didn't talk much-even if he was always there.

The most embarrassing is the puddle, Yan Zhengming knew for the first time that there was something wrong with the little sister who was talking to herself-she always started with "Master, although I know you can't hear". Then chatter for at least one joss stick time.

From her mouth, Yan Zhengming knew that he had returned to Fuyao Mountain Villa, and that Cheng Qian had actually taken him to Xiaozhulin, and had been caring for him, even the situation and the turmoil outside. Yan Zhengming described her in detail. Knowing the details ... In comparison, Li Yan is much more boring, only sighing at him, and occasionally complaining.

Only when occasionally Tang Yan came to see him, Yan Zhengming could hear him eagerly and say a few words to those who missed him.

As a result, I heard a crucial paragraph.

The last name of Tang, who said he was going to prepare a funeral, was Yan Fengming's ears. He was dizzy back and forth in his buzzing brain, and finally only the sentence "Shang poor blue falls Huanghuang".

This sentence alone, the demon who has been lingering all over him faded away, as if scared by his smirk like dementia, and the turbulent black gas was hit by mystery in an instant, and the pathetic bleakness a lot. .

"Where's my gain?" He thought invertedly.

It's a pity that the backstabbing sword spirit is not affected. One sword nailed the original God that he and I had forgotten. Yan Zhengming's Yuan God lay weakly in the increasingly turbulent inner government, sighed softly, and lingered. Thought: "I didn't hurt him in vain, hey ... I can squint."

Even he himself didn't pay attention, and the cracks hit by the trapped dragon in the inner government slowly healed.

Fuyao Villa outside the small bamboo forest.

Holding a quaint sword in the arms of the puddle is Cheng Qian's frost blade.

When Cheng Qian was tied to the lock of Xiantai, Frost Blade was taken by Yang Decheng, and then he fell to the hands of Baihu Shanzhuang in chaos. Baihu Shanzhuang sent someone to show his goodness, and he gave this bad sword to whomever was unlucky. come back.

The puddle wandered outside the small bamboo forest. I do n’t know how many laps, sometimes people, sometimes birds. The hair on the tail was almost wiped out by myself, and I did n’t figure out how I should go in to open this head—the first day Tang Tangcong Leaving here, he sent a letter to Li Yan, saying that he would persuade Cheng Qian to open a little.

There may be something bad in Li Yan's heart. She didn't dare to come, so she pushed her to the top.

In case there is something ... the puddle jumped from the treetop, stood there for a while and spontaneously, the chest suddenly filled with a pain that could not be dispatched.

The big brother attacked her at any time, and it was harder to serve than anything, but she really couldn't imagine what would happen without the big brother. It was just a vague idea. The puddles already felt that the sky was about to fall.

She stood there stunned for a long time, and the courtyard door in Xiaozhulin was suddenly pulled open from the inside. The puddle caught off guard and just hit Cheng Qian, who went out.

"Little ... little brother," said the puddle incoherently, "second brother asked me to send your frostblade back."

"Oh, I almost forgot it," Cheng Qian took Frost Blade, glanced at her, his expression softened slightly. "Just sending a sword, what are you crying for?"

The puddle touched her face, and then she realized that she didn't know when she was in tears. The panic and grievance in her heart burst out, choking and speechless.

As soon as Cheng Qian looked up, he saw Li Yan standing on the rocky hill of the villa from a distance, looking angrily at this side, how can he not understand what they mean?

Cheng Qian paused, bent his fingers and tapped the puddle's head gently, and whispered without hesitation: "Don't cry, I won't let him do anything, you can rest assured."

The puddle opened his eyes wide and looked at him vaguely through a tear.

Cheng Qian let the door open and said to her, "Come in and see. I happen to be looking for Tang Yan."

Seeing that he turned to leave, the puddle full of heads suddenly came out as a god-sentence, she blurted out: "Little brother, don't mess around, take care of yourself is to take care of the head brother!"

This super-level play sentence Cheng Qian nailed in place, he didn't know what it was like for a while. It took a long time before he answered lowly without turning back.

Where there are passions and desires, there is deep water.

The taste of living is nothing more than that.

On the other side, Tang Yan listened to his words carefully, as if the whole person was shocked: "What? No ... are you mistaken? He is a sword repairer who has already entered the sword **** realm, but he doesn't have his own sword?"

A sword, no matter how many incredible spells there are on the sword, no matter how many magical weapons are melted in the forging process, no matter what kind of powerful monsters are sealed inside, in the final analysis, they are just iron deaths. Can kill and chop vegetables.

Only when the blood of the thousands of dead souls under the blade endows them with fierce sacrifice, the swordman's skills and swordsmanship endows them with the sword spirit, the soul of the sword is born due to the person's primordial spirit, and the man and the sword repeatedly run and forge each other. A true sword with the master's mind.

Other Taoist monks are fine, but for a sword repair, his sword is too important. The attributes of the sword usually determine his type of exercises, the attributes of the five elements, and so on. Generally, after the sword is condensed, the first thing is to find its destined sword.

Sword repair without a sword is tantamount to a beast without a claw-so why did Yan Zhengming walk to the sword **** realm?

Tang Yan did not return to God for a while, "What is the handle in his hand?"

"Ordinary sabre." Cheng Qian said, "He passed through a room when he was a kid, and all hung on the wall as murals, and used a broken one to change another. Maybe the blade was temporarily opened by himself."

Yan Zhengming had just condensed the meeting, and the tug family left Qinglong Island with no conditions at all. Later, he took Li Zhi and the puddle to the horizon, and he had to practice swords, support his family, take care of his brothers and sisters, and always talk to him. In charge of the struggle for the seal of the head, I can think of how separated / incompetent, and there is no reliable elder care reminder around me, and the matter has been put on hold.

"I thought about countless ways overnight," Cheng Qian said. "For Jian Xiu, the sword is the only external force I can think of, and the only medium that can communicate with his inner government. It happens that my brother has no sword--Tang Brother, if I could find that sword, would he hope to go straight into the sheath? "

Tang Ye hesitated and replied, "I really didn't think of it ... your brother is like no other man in the past. In this case, if he can find a suitable sword, although he may not be able to go further, he may be able to suppress it. Living in his riotous inner government, as long as someone wakes up and can adjust his own breath, both the wounds and the demon can be slowly raised. "

Cheng Qian suddenly dipped a layer of sweat, stuck to the frostblade sword handle, and froze into a thin layer of ice in a blink of an eye. He asked hurriedly: "Where can I find this sword? No idea, I had to ask Brother Tang. If you can really ... really ... "

He almost couldn't go on for a long time before he said astringently: "Please Brother Tang to help me this time, Cheng Qian's life is yours."

"No no no," Tang Yan waved his hands quickly, "But some common sense, you can just ask someone who lives long enough, they can tell you, don't get excited-generally this is not all Informed, otherwise the sword repairers do not need to do anything else, just find the sword every day is sufficient. Usually sword repair is not plain and enter the path, there must be some kind of sword atmosphere around the path, as far as I know, most sword repair His sword was the one he had in his hands when he entered the Tao, and of course there are exceptions ... "

Cheng Qian's brow frowned: "He is the exception. When I sent my disciples to learn swords, they used wood-cut bladeless swords."

Tang Yan asked, "The place where he started is ..."

The corner of Cheng Qian's eyes jumped slightly and said, "Fu Yao Shan, I can't go back."

Tang Yan: "Who led him into the path?"

Cheng Qian's expression became more dignified: "My master."

Tang Yan also knew that the real person of Mu Chun had long since disappeared.

Cheng Qian: "Brother Tang ..."

"When the sword was practiced, nothing more than the above three types of things were attracted to him-sharp weapons, heaven and earth spirits, or powerful sword spirits," Tang Yan shook his head and said, "forgive me for the sake of learning, I have never heard of In the fourth case, he entered the path with a wooden sword, which is obviously not the first one. Then his sword should rely on some kind of spirit on Fuyao Mountain ... or the teacher himself. "

Having said that, even Tang Yan couldn't help showing his disappointment. The opportunity and hope just mentioned turned into an unfulfillable thing. It seemed that Yan Zhengming was supposed to do it in the midst.

Don Juan paused and shook his head: "You ... well, you still mourn."

Cheng Qianqi stood there for a while, then raised Frostblade, turned and walked out, Tang Yan quickly chased out, "What are you doing?"

"Go to the Valley of Worry, that's the place where my master's soul is flying." Cheng Qiantou said without returning, "If it doesn't work, I'll go to Wen Ya, to Baihu Villa, the old site of Qinglong Island ... Even if it is Xuanwutang, there may be Wherever my Master's ruins are, I will search one by one. "

Tang Yan said: "What's the difference between you and a headless fly slamming, and not to mention whether your master has anything left, even if it has, if his sword has nothing to do with your master, only on Fuyao Mountain? Take a step back 10,000 steps Say, even if you leave the shit, you can really find it. With his current situation, I am afraid that the body can't support it for a hundred days. How can you have it? "

Cheng Qian turned around suddenly, and for a moment, Tang Yan's breathing was stagnation, and some faint fear was raised in his heart. He even felt that Cheng Qian himself was a sword, just like the frost blade.

Cheng Qian said with a light on his back, "I know, but ... who keeps me from seeing the coffin and tears?"

Cheng Qian did what he said. When he came out of the guest room, he went straight to Li Li. He said, "Go out and do something, and you will come back within a hundred days."

Then, without waiting for Li Ye to react, people disappeared.

Li Yan: "..."

It was not until this time that he realized for the first time that the elder brother was noisy on Qinglong Island when he wanted to go home.

Just then, the puddle ran in panting, "Second Brother!"

Li Xun said indignantly, "What happened to you?"

"Brother, here he is ..." Puddle reached out and made a gesture in his brows-- Yan Zhengming's brows had a long dark red mark, which was the trace that he was being trapped by the demon. With two fingers, he pinched, "Suddenly short!"

If it's short, just beware. Is it a noodle?

This girl is whimsical.

Li Yan rolled his eyes, was about to reprimand, but listened to the puddle: "I thought I was wrong, and said," Master, why does your heart's mark become shorter? " I watched the seal shorter, as if he could hear me! "

The chicken flying in the villa jumped, and Cheng Qian didn't know it. In the morning of the second day, he had rushed to the Valley of Forgetfulness day and night. This great joy and sorrow, from the discovery of hope to the faint hope was really exhausting. When the royal sword descended, Rao was Cheng Qianxiu's depth and determination, and he could not help but feel a soft knee.

Revisiting the place, he took a deep breath, pressed down the undulating mood, and strode toward the valley-there seemed to be some kind of restraint in the valley, and the frost blade just began to make a buzzing scream The sword trembled so much that he could hardly control it, and he refused to walk to the valley, as if he was extremely afraid of something. Cheng Qian had to go down and go on his own.

This made him can't help thinking of the situation when he returned from his head. The master of Gu Dao sent a group of monks to seek him. However, for some reason, the masters did not dare to enter the valley.

Cheng Qian raised his head, and saw the valley of Wangyou as if it were a natural big jade. Looking away, the sun seemed to give birth to a layer of hazy and mysterious smoke, unlike the earth.

I wonder if his original body Julingyu was too sensitive at this time, Cheng Qian always felt that there was an unusual breath in the valley. 2k novel reading network