MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 93

When Cheng Qian woke up, he was already in stone mustard.

The sun has not yet risen to mid-day, and the stone mustard has become the kind of courtyard that was opened when the Suzaku tower was opened, and the green shade has covered his blood, like a short-lived paradise.

Put a hand on his forehead.

Cheng Qian pulled the hand down and opened his eyes to see that he was lying on Master's lap.

Yan Zhengming's palm has several new broken wounds. Look closely, and the cocoons left by the long-term grip of the sword are like old wind and frost. Now there is only a seemingly smooth back of the hand, still Pretend to be at ease.

Yan Zhengming allowed him to hold it, but did not give a good complexion. He frowned and made an impatient expression on the boss, saying: "Wake up when you wake up, and your legs will numb you."

Cheng Qian was so weak that he leaned on his thigh and looked at him constantly.

Yan Zhengming was uncomfortable with his straight eyes and said, "Is it almost frozen into a zombie? See you next time ..."

Suddenly, Cheng Qian didn't know which one was wrong. He greeted his hand without touching him and kissed the back of his hand gently.

Yan Zhengming couldn't count down immediately. He took a little breath with restraint, and at the same time he took a slight sigh, twisted and twisted barely to hold his illusion of calm, his tongue knotted for a while, feeling himself a little "external tender" Reggio ".

He froze for a while, and whispered, "I don't think you're hurt badly, and you're in the mood to play tricks."

When Yan Zhemen said this, he was expressionless, with a solemn expression of solemnity, as if he could do the work of transcending the undead, but his voice was so gentle that he could spit out the water, and it was very serious.

The implication is simply that I can't be teased anymore.

It is a pity that Cheng Qian didn't grow that romantic bone. He held his true feelings in his left hand, holding the flowers and snow on the paper with his right hand, and poked a wooden post in the middle.

The wooden post didn't answer, but rolled over and wrapped Yan Yanming's waist, burying himself under his chest.

The stone mustard was quiet and peaceful. Cheng Qian's mind first flashed through a chaos outside, what a "ten party vows", what "listening to the heavens", what is the right path and the magic path ... Troubles were exhausted from his heart He shouted past the team, and was wiped out by Cheng Qian, who was so tired, he said, "Never mind him, I need to sleep first."

Yan Zhengming's familiar scent was mixed with a bitter medicinal scent, Cheng Qianwo nestled in his arms, his heart was quiet and clear, and he couldn't help but think of the absurd dream in Fuyao Mountain Villa.

He grew so big that the only couples he had ever seen were farmers and villagers who lived together. Those mortals were short and noisy in their parents all day long, and they did not see any special affection. In these years, the latent is either a cleanup or a retreat, or it is a vicissitudes of life along the world. Without knowing how to know it, he was driven by a duck to put aside a pot of love on earth.

Cheng Qian could only rely on himself, fumbled like a headless fly.

Yan Zhengming was caught on the ground floor by his surprise, and his two arms were suddenly suspended aside, and he stiffened for a moment without any help. He found that Cheng Qian had no intention of letting go of him, so he asked funny and helplessly: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, half-opened his eyes stupidly, his eyes seemed to have a sloppy and tired smile, and Yan Zhengming glanced: "Master ..."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He was taken away by Cheng Qian's soul at one glance, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, but waited for a long time, how could he not wait for Cheng Qian to say a word, and once again, Cheng Qian lost his voice by himself.

Fell asleep?

Only then did Yan Zhengming realize that he was a little enthusiastic, and carefully lowered his hands that were nowhere to rest, laying one hand on Cheng Qian's waist, and one hand over his hair scattered on his knees, talking to himself. : "Scream and don't say anything, you're getting more and more presumptuous."

As soon as the words came out, Cheng Qian, who should have fallen asleep, opened his mouth suddenly. He said very lightly but unambiguously: "I don't know how to treat you well, but in any case, I will never let you down. "

Yan Zhengming: "..."

At first glance, he heard this, and for a long time he was sleepy and asked like a sleepwalker: "What did you say?"

It's enough to say something important. Cheng Qian refused to speak any more. He clasped his hands a little and tilted his head slightly. This time he really wanted to sleep.

Yan Zhengming, however, choked off his shoulders, and chattered: "copper, what did you just say, tell me again!"

Cheng Qian was repeatedly awakened by him several times, annoyed, and said, "The noise is dead, and it doesn't let people stop."

But when this word came to his mouth, he couldn't open his mouth, and Cheng Qian suddenly found that one day he wouldn't have the heart to scold him.

Cheng Qian then erected a finger near his mouth, his eyes still closed, and the corner of his mouth was raised slightly, revealing a specious smile.

Yan Zhengming's eyes suddenly felt a little feverish, and he took a breath in his chest for a long time, but he started to feel a little pain.

He was always doubting that the Demon Valley could do that, just because he had seen his demon, and in order to keep him from being expediently trapped by the demon, he may not really be true or understand it.

Even if he is sincere, if he delays his practice in the future, will he not regret it?

Until he heard this sentence, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that even if Xiao Qian really annoyed him and got tired of him, holding this sentence was enough to support him through his long monk career.

Moreover, Cheng Qian has never promised anything, there is no clearer in the world than him.

The ten-square array under the Taiyin Mountain has finally become a farce.

Tang Yan's big gossip plate did not know what the fetish made. Until the ten squares were broken, he fell from the sky and landed on the blood of the corpse mountains.

The blood oath is still there, so according to the agreement, the current situation is that the magic repair team lost.

It's a pity that no one can care about this win or lose at half past one.

The three princes exploded and broke into bones. The monks who took a sigh of relief rushed up and won Xuan Huang who was half-stalemate with Tang Mao.

After the incident was over, the hostile people looked at each other, and it was hard to know where to start.

It was Tianyan Office who used the ancient anti-devil seal to force all the martial arts here to fight against the devil. Although this battle was tiger-headed, there were a lot of masters trapped in the ten-square array. In the middle, it was rebellious by the Tianyan Office. The situation was mixed, and the bone formation was buried. The three kings tended to lurk in the various factions, killing more people than they died in the ten-square formation. This is another blood debt that has no place to discuss.

It just happened ... at last he broke through the body and released the crowd from the bone formation.

Triangle love is enough to make people feel bad, let alone this triangle of hatred.

The Taiyin Mountain was full of sores, the corpse was collected, the wound was healed, Jiusheng was dead, and most of the magic repairs were damaged. It was said that the dragons had no heads, and they all left in fear of losing.

According to the agreement, Han Yuan should go to Beijing with Tian Yan, but there are basically few people left in Tian Yan ’s cannibalism—Wu Changtian died, and Xuan Huang was hanged by various martial arts to confess his crimes, and he was taken away in dismay. With Wu Changtian's clothing, people were no longer visible, and a group of small fish and shrimp remained, and no one would dare to provoke him even with the blood oath.

This made Han Yuan the first devil in the world squatting boringly at the stone mustard door, not going in, and not going far.

Li Min came out of the stone mustard and watched him for a while with a complex mood. He lifted his hands, feet, and feet for a while, then fell down again—he was a little bit stubborn, but the person in front of him no longer followed his own nest. That child.

Han Yuan heard a glance back at him without a word.

Li Yan: "What are you going to do?"

Han Yuan thought about it calmly, and asked a little sarcastically, "Can I count it?"

Li Ye was speechless for a moment, and Han Yuan asked again, "Is Cheng Qian alive?"

Li Yan: "... just pull off the power, he will be able to adjust his breath after a while."

Han Yuan said sarcastically, "Is that right? I think you are in a state of urgency just now, as if your wife is coming."

Li Yan: "..."

Han Yuan looked up at the small courtyard formed by stone mustard, and saw the puddle sitting at the wall looking at him from a distance, but he could not come.

Maybe there is nothing to say, or he may be afraid of him.

Who told him to pump her bones?

Han Yuan seemed to ridicule himself, and seemed to be cynical and sneered, feeling that he might be a bit annoying here, so he turned and walked towards the ten-square array.

However, after a moment's sleep, Li Yan suddenly called and stopped him.

Li Yan seemed to have a great courage to admit that he had deliberately deceived Han Yuan into Houshan at the edge of the cave and then said, "You know that Fuyao Mountain hasn't opened yet because the master is in the palm of his hand. Are there three locks of heaven and earth in the door seal? "

Han Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him indifferently, as if to say, "This is an internal matter of your martial art, and has nothing to do with me."

Li Yan looked at him firmly and said, "To unlock people, we need five of us-five people, including you."

When Han Yuan heard it, he was surprised, and then his face twitched slightly, as if he was slapped by the closest person, and his heart was filled with a grievance, and there was nowhere to tell.

Li Min let his voice down, and asked, "Obuchi, is it really the Secret Life of the Three Kings that fell out of the sleeve of the Three Kings? What did you see in it?"

Han Yuan sneered: "Have you seen all of you dead?"

Li Yan heard this cold talk, which was like a stranger, but there was no snoring, but there was sadness on his face.

At this time, a puddle on the wall of the stone mustard suddenly said: "The mystery of the three lives is considered to be the heavenly way. I help the faction to go humane since ancient times. Those who are irrelevant, who believe who ... who ... uh ... what……"

The last word was obviously quite indecent, and the puddle didn't dare to say it, and it was mixed up indiscriminately.

No matter what was said in the front or what was said in the back, it didn't sound like her tone. Han Yuan heard it, and said a little at the corner of his mouth: "Tell me to take charge of him and take care of his own affairs."

After speaking, he took a few steps, stopped suddenly, and changed his body in a blink of an eye.

This Han Yuan even turned his head and smiled at Li Yan, and then found a large scale of slap from his arms, and said, "Second Brother, please give this to the Master."

Li Yan reached out to take over the dragon scales that came over to him. The dragon scales seemed to be stained with ink, and there was a slight light in the sun. When he put his hands on it, he could feel the faintly flowing real elements inside.

After Han Yuan had finished speaking, he strode to the top of the ten-square array of remnants. If no one sat down cross-legged, it seemed as if he was provoking the whole world physically—I'm here, what are you doing?

Li Ye held the black dragon scale in his hand for a while, and waved to the puddle and said, "Send it to the head brother."

The puddle wondered: "Why don't you go?"

Li Yan shoved the black dragon scales to her unreasonably, and said sternly: "Come on, can't you be a brother's support?"

The puddle somehow picked up the black dragon scales, turned into the stone mustard, and ran straight in.

Who knew that as soon as she went in, she saw what she should n’t see—Cheng Qian was lying on the master's legs without any money, and his body was stained with blood or smudges, and there was a scorched area, and the other person washed his hands once All the masters who were screaming for a long time actually bent down without a word and kissed him between the eyebrows.

One leg of the puddle was stuck on the threshold, neither was entering or retreating. He held the black dragon scale in a swearing posture, and stopped.

She thought to herself, "I'm going to have a long eye ... No, I'm going to be killed!"

Yan Zhengming seemed to have the biggest support in the world. He looked up at the puddle with a calm look, and naturally lowered his voice and asked, "What is it?"

The puddle bumped into his gaze and gave a stinging streak, blurting out: "I ... I won't let go of Li Zhi as a ghost!"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The puddle came back to God and quickly put down the black dragon scales: "Oh, no, the four brothers asked me to bring you."

Yan Zhengming nodded: "I asked you to tell him, did you say that?"

"... Say," the puddle said, "The four brothers let me tell you and let you take care of yourself."

Yan Zheng snorted. Someone scolded him. He looked up and saw that the puddle was still staring at them both. He coughed and asked, "What are you doing?"

This throat seemed to frighten the fragile heart of the puddle. She stirred her heart, without saying a word, and ran on the ground ... and stumbled before leaving.

Han Yuan sat on the remnant site of the Ten Square for three days, and everyone still didn't discuss a charter. The dragon was like a hot potato. When they didn't catch it, everyone was anxious to slay him and arrest him immediately. When he arrived, no one knew what to do with him.

Han Yuan ran northward from the south to the river, causing blood to flow along the way, causing a turbulent catastrophe.

If he can die in the ten-square array, it is the best ending. He must not only refuse to die, but also need to survive with a full tail and repair.

This is troublesome.

At the moment, the Fuyao faction avoids suspicion and refuses to speak out. Tianyan Department has made things come to an end. No one speaks. The remaining two powers in the Four Saints have always refused to show up. Only the doormen are sent. It's lighter, not to mention being hit hard by the traitor at Tian Yan, and taking care of himself for a while.

Tang Huan has been healing. Other factions are either not enough or refuse to offend the Fuyao faction. No one dares to stand up and say "this person should be killed."

The situation was deadlocked.

When Fuyao sent a few people out of the stone mustard, they saw that Han Yuan, who was supposed to be a prisoner of the order, was sitting in a ten-square array on the platform.

Yan Zhengming waved his hand to put away the stone mustard, and the majors immediately put their eyes together. Finally, Liurou came over and asked respectfully: "Senior Tang sent me to ask, I wonder where is Yan's head?"

Yan Zhengming said: "After years of traveling abroad, it is time to return to the martial arts. I plan to go back and open Fuyao Mountain. If Brother Tang doesn't hate it, I might as well live for a while."

The people eavesdropping with their ears on their ears immediately whispered to the people next to them. A few years ago, the word "fuyao" was unknown, and after the incident of locking Xiantai and Taiyinshan, I am afraid that no one knows it. .

Even the demon heads in South Xinjiang are rumored to have different treasures in Fuyao Mountain, and everyone is of course curious.

It is a pity that no one has the courage to peep.

At this time, Rokuro asked a second question that everyone was concerned about.

Liu Lang said: "Congratulations to Yan, then, senior Tang also asked me to ask, what is the position of Fu Yao about the dragon?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at Tang Yuan not far away, and refused to show his breath first, saying, "This matter should have been ruled by Tian Yan, but since they are not there anymore, I can't help but let Tang Brother, the notary, talk about it. ? "

Tang Yuan held his fist from a distance and said, "Dare-you have many injuries in the bone formation. I think this is not as good as the pressure. After you trim it, you can report it to the various martial arts. On the fifteenth of next month, we agree to meet here. , Can we discuss this matter again? "

After speaking, he turned to Han Yuan again, and said lightly: "I believe that taking Han Zhenren as a person must be disdainful to take the blood oath to fight back and abscond."

Han Yuan snorted coldly, without raising his eyelids.

In the past, there was a strange comparison of the three kings who claimed to be the right way on earth. If Han Yuan really kept his promise and locked himself in the ten-square matrix for one month, it would look quite stylish.

Moreover, Taiyin Mountain was at the foot of Fuyao, looking at Fuyao's face. I am afraid that the various martial arts would really open him up. Yan Zhengming was like a mirror in his heart. Knowing that Tang Yan seemed to be fair, he actually had the intention to release Han Yuan. So relieved.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Han Yuan and said, "I can't die. It's also worthy of exposing this **** to a month of wind and rain."

So he said decisively: "Let's go."

Below the Taiyin Mountain, the monks gradually dispersed, and Tang Ye was invited to the Fuyaoshan site with the Fuyao people.

The heaven and earth people opened the locks all three, Yan Zhengming stood at the foot of the mountain and took a deep breath, and Cheng Qian gently lifted his waist where no one saw.

The star dust in the head seal is transformed, and the consciousness of previous generations overlaps, echoing that mountain.

In the early years, he fled the rivers and lakes, and was afraid to mention the place he was because he was afraid of people. Now, he is finally reappearing in the world.

Over the past 100 years, Yan Zhengming has been helpless in front of the three Fengshan Lings that seem to never be able to open, countless despairs, and countless complaints against Master. Until then, he understood the meaning.

How could he withstand such a heavy ancestral inheritance if he had not pondered?

With a loud noise, Fuyao Mountain opened.

For a hundred years on earth, the mountains are still the same, and they stand up and jump around in the mountains.

The Fuyaoshan brand on the mountainside is full of shadows, and you can still see Master's unknowing cottage that is incompatible with the surroundings.

For centuries, time seems to be still. Nothing seems to have changed. The Dao Tongs they did not take away originally stood on both sides of the mountain gate, stretched out, and seemed to wake up from a short hiccup. They looked at the few people who left the house in shock. It's almost unrecognizable.

The closure of the mountain spreads with the wind, and the frozen time finally flows like a thawing water.

In the distance, Han Yuan sat lonely in the ten-square array, raised his head quietly, and even burst into tears. 2k novel reading network