MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 97

Yan Zhengming stepped out of the bedroom. He couldn't see any drowsiness on his face. When he raised his hand, pressed Cheng Qian's stiff shoulder, he asked, "How did you die? I don't feel anything here, as big as Shang Wannian." How could he die without any movement? "

Yan Zhengming is the true heir of the head seal. It can be sensed by a little wind and grass on Fuyao Mountain. His sense can even sweep the valley of the demon in Houshan, which has much more power than the wooden tree live in the weasel half-dead. .

"I don't know," Li frowned, saying, "There is a child in Baihu Mountain Villa who is indifferent. At midnight, he sees the light in his room, and the shadow on the window is a little weird. Only to find that people are gone, go and follow me to see. "

For a while, Cheng Qian had various conspiracies and tricks in his head.

As soon as he got up, he grabbed the hand that listened to Qiankun as if it was about to burn, but there was no abnormality on the smooth skin surface.

Cheng Qian's hand struck violently, and then, the burning sensation quickly uploaded from his hand to his arm, and then wrapped his body.

For a while, he weighed heavily, and the frost blade originally hanging from the waist fell from his body without warning, making a humming noise.

Yan Zhengming and Li Zheng were talking, but when they turned around, they saw Cheng Qianheng humming, and they knelt on the ground directly after shaking twice. His face was as ugly as a dead man, and he scared Yan Zhengming away.

Cheng Qian's hand instinctively dipped into the scabbard of Frostblade. The icy blade of the past seemed to have become tender. Everything around him was leaving him. He heard a certain sound, as if from ancient times. Huang Zhongda Lu's voice was thick and arrogant, and stirred up his inner government. The Yuan Shen, who had not had time to completely repair it, couldn't stand such a damage, as if it was going to be cracked.

At this moment, an external force suddenly poured into him, and instantly isolated the layers of sound waves, suppressing his turbulent true element.

Cheng Qian swallowed his chest with a sweet heart, and condensed his inner house, and saw that this powerful but not compelling consciousness had fallen into a ghost, which was the legendary 10,000 years that had died.

Shang Wannian looked at Cheng Qian's Yuanshen frowning and asked, "What's going on with you? Why did Yuanshen suffer?"

Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment.

Shang Wannian looked at him with a sigh, and his sense of mind spread out. His entire portrait turned into a star-studded place, helping Cheng Qian to sort out the messy real elements little by little.

Cheng Qian only listened to him saying, "Your Yuan Shen is damaged, and you ca n’t stand the inheritance of Qiankun ... Well, I can only block it in your house first, and wait for later."

What was this forced to buy?

Shang Wannian said again: "I have listened to Qiankun's loss for a long time. After I accepted the inheritance, I found it for a lifetime, and I was bumped into it when I was dead. Since I have a fate, I wanted to pass it on to you. Who knows that the timing is not right? ... God, I must be bad. "

As soon as the ill-fated Shang Wannian's voice fell, Cheng Qian felt that something was flowing from his arm all the way through his body meridians, and eventually fell into his inner eyebrow. I saw the representative who heard Qian Kun's ear imprint and wondered when it was burned. In the middle of his house, he glowed for a while, then faded again.

Shang Wannian's consciousness reappeared in front of Cheng Qian. He stared at Qian Kun with a complex look for a moment. He shook his head and sighed, "But although I can't see the inheritance, I can see it, and I'm staring dead."

Cheng Qian: "In the end ..."

Shang Wannian said, "Well, my body is dead. I expected my life to run out. I didn't expect to do it so fast. Alas, I ’m bothering you."

Cheng Qian: "What the **** is going on?"

Shang Wannian turned around, looked at him quietly for a moment, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

He laughed at himself and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, my little friend, when your Yuanshen has repaired it by yourself, you will understand that there is a restriction in the inheritance, and no one can say it. Listen to Qiankun's secret. "

He paused and smiled bitterly: "Including the dead."

Cheng Qian didn't see resentment and unwillingness on his face. It seemed to be just calm, so he couldn't help but raise a question. Everyone was pursuing the ascendancy. Why didn't this person seem to care?

Shang Wannian stood in front of him with a sense of separation between yin and yang, and said, "I know you all hate Tian Yan. They are despicable and self-righteous, killing a lot of people, and they are still dead today. But for so many years In the future, monks and mortals can always be at peace with each other. It is indeed indispensable for them. These days, Tianyan and Pedestrians have both lost and wounded. The Central Plains Demon Road and the Right Road will have no heads. I have to save Han Yuan's life. "

He took a look at Cheng Qian and added: "It's not to sell the favor of your Fuyao."

The innocent soul was born from troubled times, and Jiusheng was dead. Only Han Yuan was alive, and the southern Xinjiang demons were not all a piece of sand ... but he may never really return to Fuyao Mountain.

"But the timing of the Soul Eater is too coincident," Shang Wannian said. "I didn't expect the limit to come. I haven't come to find out, I will give you a feeling, not necessarily right-someone knows Tong Ru's wish for that ghost stone has been contributing to it secretly. In addition to the Tian Yan Department of the creator, only four of us should know ... "

Cheng Qian blinked.

Shang Wannian said: "No, it's not Xu Xu, if he really has such a deliberate mind, he certainly won't be confused by this ghost."

Cheng Qian nodded—an organization as large as Tian Yan's Office, who might have accidentally leaked it.

"This is the first," Shang Wannian stretched out his hand to take back his wandering consciousness in Cheng Qian's inner court, Zhengzheng said, "One more thing I want to tell you, you have been manipulated by your body, do you know? "

Cheng Qian's pupil narrowed slightly: "What?"

"It's not your spirit and jade body. In the soul, forgive me for not knowing what it means," Shang Wannian said, "hasn't it happened yet? Your cultivation is too dare to say that the world is invincible, It's enough to be among the top now. I can't figure out who has such a great magical power and can cast a spell on you without any trace. "

Cheng Qian shook his fingertips, and his chest seemed to be stuffed with ice.

Who has mastered this for so many years? Who has the opportunity to tamper with his soul?

Shang Wannian looked at his look, and said, "It seems you already have something in your heart."

Cheng Qian nodded hard and asked calmly, "Zhuang owner, what can I do to resolve it?"

Shang Wannian sighed: "I don't see any curse, I'm afraid I can't help ... but you don't have to worry too much. If it does happen one day, listening to Qiankun in your house can resist some for you."

Cheng Qian: "Thank you."

Shang Wannian waved his hand: "There is a fixed number in the meditation, and you should listen to Qian Kunkun in your hands, don't thank me-I'm gone, I'm born."

Having said that, he passed away the last ray of consciousness in the world, as if he had unloaded any burden, and disappeared without concern.

When Cheng Qian woke up, he was in his Qing'an residence, and he heard an unfamiliar voice saying, "... this senior is the back bite of Yuan Shen's damage. I think it may be because of the frequent use of true Yuan recently."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He was already dignified. Where did this come from?

Cheng Qian opened his eyes, and saw a monk wearing the costume of a disciple of Baihu Shanzhuang, pressing his veins in a godlike manner, looking up at his pair of cold eyes, immediately frightened: "Front, Senior is awake? "

Cheng Qian abused his eyes with blank expression.

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and put the little monk up aside, blocking him from the sight of Cheng Qiansha's murder. From the back, we can see that the elder brother was mad.

"Don't worry about him," Yan Zhengming bit his back, and said, "You tell me, Yuan Shen is damaged and back bite, what will happen next?"

The white monk stuttered, "No, no, no, no matter what, senior Cheng Zhen, Zhen Yuan is pure and deep, as long as he rests quietly, he can repair it by himself or herself within a short period of time. He doesn't have to worry about it."

Yan Zhengming's face was a little slower-although he didn't see where he went, then he ordered a passenger: "Okay, thank you so much, don't walk away."

Li Yan, who was standing at the door, immediately smiled and said: "Please, come with me here ... It's okay, don't be afraid, our head doesn't bite."

The head of Yan, who did not bite, watched the two of them go away with a look of rain and rain, and then slowly turned his head, preparing to settle accounts with Cheng Qianqiu.

Cheng Qian was not in the mood to give him a hair, he suddenly leaned back, his eyes staring at the top of the bed.

This reaction was inconsistent with Yan Zhengming's expectation of "guestlessness and shortness of breath". He hesitated, put the prepared Xing teacher aside for a while, and walked to the bed with a little help: "What else is wrong?"

Cheng Qian didn't say anything, reached out and patted himself on the side, motioned him to sit down, then closed his eyes, grabbed Yan Zhengming's hand and put it on his chest.

Cheng Qian is indifferent and rarely mingles with anyone. Tang Yan is an outsider who has walked closest. Because there are few people in his heart, the feelings evenly spread to everyone's head are even more pure. He still tasted betrayed for the first time.

Yan Zhengming's hands were much warmer, more alive, and more like living people.

Cheng Qian took a deep breath and whispered: "Shang Wannian is at the end of his life, Yuan Shen was reborn, and I think he went very happy, no one harmed him."

Someone has reported this, Yan Zhengming already knows, he wondered: "How do you know?"

"I saw him." Cheng Qian said briefly, "He wanted to give me a legacy, just because my Yuanshen was damaged, and I couldn't bear it for a while ... it wasn't what the man said just now, except for using forbidden surgery Qiang Xiu's idiot, who will be bitten by his own god? "

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He yanked his hand out: "Do you want to rebel?"

"Don't make trouble," Cheng Qian whispered. "Brother, I feel bad."

Yan Zhengming listened to this for a while. He had seen Cheng Qian who was struggling with injuries. He had seen Cheng Qian who was a follower. He had seen Cheng Qian who barely endured his temper. After frowning like this, Cheng Qian whispering "uncomfortable in my heart".

In his impression, Cheng Qian seemed to have a heart of iron and stone. Nothing in the world could shake him, and nothing could make him bow his head.

This accidentally leaked fragility caused Yan Zhengming to feel a strange excitement suddenly. He bent down and dialed a few strands of hair on the side of Cheng Qian's face. A raised eyebrow kissed: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, looking at his face close by, thinking exhaustedly, "Will he betray me one day?"

Yan Zhengming was tickled by his heart, and worried about his body, so he didn't dare to touch it. He had to calmly calm down: "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Qian looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "What is he thinking wildly? What he wants, I will give him whatever he wants, and I will give him his life ... What is not betraying? Betrayed. "

Yan Zhengming didn't have a long-sighted eye. He didn't see the unspoken mountain pledge in his heart. He moisturized his lips, his face was courageous, and his mouth was still stinking. It ’s uncomfortable, it ’s also uncomfortable for me. Let ’s have a good sleep today, I ... well, I can push other things first, just stay with you. ”

Cheng Qian: "..."

Brother Brother is sometimes a rare species.

Cheng Qian swept away his tenderness and said, "Hey, it's too annoying."

As soon as he raised his hand, Yan Yanming's face was opened, and he said indifferently, "It's not working for you anymore. I have something to go out, and you can sleep slowly."

Yan Zhengming: "Wait, you just woke up ..."

Cheng Qian blinked and was no longer in the room.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He could not clean up the owner of Qing'anju and decided to clean up the bamboo forest of Qing'anju.

Cheng Qianjing came to Tang Ye's guest room, but found that Tang Ye had left somehow, leaving only a small box with a note next to it: "It's no use staying, leave for the time being, the contents of the box are I have n’t had a chance for you, but I ’m afraid I wo n’t need it right now. ”

Pulling the soul can pull Han Yuan's soul briefly, so that they can take the opportunity to kill the evil demon, without having to cast a rat.

The blood oath said "devil dragon". If they really kill the demon, can Han Yuan be able to push the blame on the demon without having to travel to southern Xinjiang and not have to be whipped for 500 years? ?

Cheng Qian squeezed the finger of the note tightly and then sighed. If he had no doubt in his heart, he might have ecstatically passed this thing to Yan Zhengming.

But now he is doubting that Tang Yan didn't take it early, but he didn't take it late.

He did n’t want Han Yuan to go to southern Xinjiang. Was it out of good intentions, or did he just want the water to be more muddy?

And ... why did Tang Yan go in such a hurry?

Cheng Qian suddenly raised his head with some feeling, and saw Han Yuan's conspicuous dragon robe tumbling down the low wall outside the house.

Han Yuan explained lightly: "The nosy old man who still lives for ten thousand years is dead. They don't have time to deal with me for a while. I come out and turn around-what's in your hand?"

Cheng Qian paused, and truthfully said.

After listening, Han Yuan sat down on the wall without much attention, and laughed rather self-deprecatingly: "Throw it, it's no use. Why does the master's gossip come out? He doesn't know what a demon is ... How can there be two souls, and it is not a looting. "

Cheng Qian: "Oh, it's become a" brother "? Isn't it a" head of your school "?"

Han Yuan was blocked by him.

Cheng Qian said: "He just wanted to find a way out for you. In case they really want to kill you, anyway, there is a" two souls "that can be used as an excuse."

Han Yuan supported his arms on the short wall behind him and looked up at the vast night sky on Fuyao Mountain. After a moment, he said, "No need, little brother, I find that people can't make excuses for themselves."

Cheng Qian leaned on the courtyard wall of the guest room, and also learned his movements to raise his head. Both of them sat and stood on the same side, with the same night sky above their heads, as if it had not been so close for a long time.

"The three of you went to the group demon valley to save me. The second elder brother admitted in person that he had messed up with me. I felt that the second elder brother looked like a little white face, but he did not expect to be a man." Han Yuan stretched his legs, sitting still. If it were not for the majestic and heavy dragon robe on his body, he would seem to be a rogue little bark.

"Later, I found out that he was just really smart." Han Yuan said, and then his voice turned around and asked, "I was hit by a painting soul at that time, and I killed you by mistake, my little brother, if we both move easily ,What would you do?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, without being immersed, everyone was standing and speaking without back pain.

Han Yuan said to himself: "You certainly won't jump away by drawing the soul of painting souls. Once you break free of painting souls, you will definitely return to the division to plead guilt. Brothers blame you or not blame you, they said Well, you won't hide. "

Cheng Qian smiled bitterly: "A pack of pine nuts, has you bought me so high for so many years?"

Han Yuan laughed lowly, smiling, and the smiley lines in his eyes disappeared quietly. His face was clearly young, but his eyes suddenly vicissitudes.

Han Yuan: "In fact, I'm not afraid that my brothers will treat me, I know they won't treat me. But I can't bear my guilt, little brother, day and night, it's too torture, I can only treat It turns into radon and hatred. "

Cheng Qian: "You know we won't blame you."

Han Yuan: "Pretend not to know, but to know."

The more you know, the deeper your guilt becomes.

No one blame him, he will blame himself more and more.

Han Yuan: "Escaped for a while, I ca n’t escape for a lifetime. I understand this now ... but it's not too late, but also allows me to see Fuyao Mountain."

They were speechless and silent for a long time.

Cheng Qian suddenly raised one hand. When Han Yuan sat on the low wall saw him, he bent down slightly and patted him in the palm of his hand.

With a crisp sound, all the betrayal and entanglement, several soldiers met, all of them disappeared for a while.

Cheng Qian: "Okay, you are scaring people as a brother, don't you apologize to the little sister?"

"Tomorrow," Han Yuan said with a little cramp. "It's too late today, so big a girl, it's late at midnight, it's not easy to find her ... Well, it's not like watching her grow up, I can't get used to it."

Cheng Qian was deeply touched in this respect. What he was about to say suddenly, suddenly, a fire in the yard in the distance burst like a firework. The figure of Tong He flickered and fell on a big tree. The puddles seemed a bit dark at night. A sharp voice yelled, "Who are you!"

Cheng Qian's face changed, and Frost Blade touched it slightly on the low wall. The next moment, the person was no longer there, and Han Yuan followed Feisheng to catch up.

I saw a pale-faced man in the courtyard of the puddle who could not see men and women. He was all green and had a stranger outfit than the puddle.

Han Yuan stepped out of a cloud of black fog, clasped his hands on his chest, and watched the man frown: "Demon repair?"

The man saw Han Yuan, and Se stepped back a few steps, and the retreat was blocked again.

Cheng Qiandao said: "Today is neither the first day nor the fifteenth day. You are not staying in the Hidden Valley of the Hidden Mountains and running to Fuyao Mountain, are you impatient?"

The two cascaded one after the other, blocking the demon Xiu nowhere to hide. Suddenly there was a sharp spike of fear in his mouth, and he suddenly turned into a big bird, going straight up and down to catch the sky.

Han Yuan stood in the air, with a shadow of a dragon passing by behind him, and the enchanting magic fell down in the air, squeezing the big bird alive. Han Yuan shook his sleeve and flashed the gossip of blood oath on the back of his hand. "Beep", dissatisfied: "Do not let me kill."

The big demon fell to the ground, and before he could escape, a sword had been pressed against his neck.

The frost on the sword made the demon Xiu's neck pale.

Cheng Qian held the sword in one hand and pressed him to the ground indifferently: "If I were you, I wouldn't want to run."

Yao Xiu's face showed a painful look. He didn't seem to speak well, kneeling on his knees, looked up in pain at the puddle, and said in a weird tone: "You are the queen ..."