MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 30

Cheng Qian was stunned by his throat. For a while, he didn't know if he should also say "Master" or something.

More than a year ago, when he set foot on Fuyao Mountain for the first time, he still knew that Taishan was a poultry sect with no father and no mother, but a little bit style.

But isn't it? There are so many folks in the folks who do n’t mention the ranger's casual repairs, but whoever can be called a “sect” must not have a group of three uncles and two uncles who fight for strength all day and fight each other?

An organization in charge of several young childish disciples, the young boys in the countryside, may be bigger than this.

But in these days, Cheng Qian found that not only did the sect have a master, but also a patriarch, which did not make him feel any glory.

The same is from the same door, comparing the uncle who is overwhelming with the river, and the ancestors of the eight devil * first devil, and then look at the bear-like "Master who lives to the race of immortals" by his master. Existence is explaining to the world what is "a foot high, a foot high"?

Furthermore, which of the two terms, "poultry sect" and "magic repair base", is better to say, Cheng Qian is a bit hesitant.

Bei Mingjun sighed slightly as his identity was broken, as the black mist of his body gradually dissipated, revealing the true features hidden for a long time.

He has no immortal bones, nor blue-faced fangs. Overall, he is personal.

The eye sockets on his face were slightly sunken, adding a little handsomeness, and besides that, the legendary Wanzong Zong was just a middle-aged man with little eyes, and his two hairs were slightly white. There was an unusually pale face in the middle-still a bit shy middle-aged man.

Bei Mingjun put his hands in his sleeves, stood near his lonely corpse, waved his hand, and said, "Come up, Xiaochun-I haven't seen you kneel before me when I was alive. What do you look like now?"

Mu Chun stood up from the ground like a good stream, lowered the puddle, and asked her to find Qian Qian. She opened her mouth quite casually and said, "Are you going to the grave?

Cheng Qian: "..."

He found that no big, no small and no respect for the teacher is the tradition of Fuyao.

"I always thought that your body was ruined and that Yuanshen was born. He once mistaken Xiao Qian as you. After all, his birthday and the eight characters are all right, and he has the legacy of your old days, but I didn't expect you to. … Actually, he did not die, but was attached to three copper coins. ”Mu Chun said here, paused, and then felt a little bit sad and said,“ Master, why do you have to be so attached? Poor acid? Even if you ca n’t find gold ingots, why not find a silver ingot? "

When Bei Mingjun covered his body with a black haze and half-faced his pipa, he played ten percent of the spirit of Wanzong Zong, which is worthy of the standard of worship and worship. People are not so full.

He looked at the real mankind, with the sad look that the real mankind had at the time of Yan Zhengming, and laughed: "If so, can I still see you as a teacher? It's been anxious for you to spend time out. "

Mu Chun truly said: "Master, my martial arts are now as they are now and they are not as poor as they used to be."

Bei Mingjun stubbornly said, "Know that you are getting better and better, and worship yourself as a **** of wealth apprentice."

These two yin and yang people who have been separated for many years, come to me for a few words, look at each other for a moment, and suddenly laughed at the same time in Cheng Qian's inexplicable.

Cheng Qian hugged the puddle and stared at the corpse with sunken eyes. He didn't understand the mystery of the elders at all.

After smiling, Mu Chunzhen asked: "You have one soul scattered in the Valley of the Demon Monsters, and one soul scattered in the soul-stealing lamp. Is this last soul left now? Yuanshen Kuren, without any support, even if it is North Hao Jun, you have to fall out of shape and spirit? "

Bei Mingjun laughed: "If you die, don't worry."

Mu Chun: "Brother, are you dead?"

When he was in front of dozens of large ships and countless eyes, he could only call "Peng Jiang" directly. At this time, he talked in private, but called back to his brother. He didn't need to hide anything in front of Bei Mingjun.

Bei Mingjun paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied, "I didn't die completely. I smashed the soul fire in the soul eater with the power of one soul. It was a serious blow to him. But your brother is feeding the tiger as a body. Integrate yourself with the Soul Eater, and the soul has become the essence of the ghost lamp. Since then, it is no longer in reincarnation, and it is not human, you can be dead. "

Mu Chun was silent for a while and asked, "Does he recognize you?"

This time, Bei Mingjun smiled and didn't answer. It seemed as if he could answer him silently: what can I recognize, what can't I recognize? Is there any difference until now?

Bei Mingjun turned to Cheng Qian and cried kindly: "Child, this is the third time I see you, come here."

Cheng Qian took a few steps forward, but didn't step forward. He just stopped silently at the real person of Mu Chun, and gave a junior ritual to Bei Mingjun coldly. I didn't know what to call, so I didn't rush to speak.

Although Master and Bei Mingjun seemed close to each other in a few words, Cheng Qian's instinct was not the same.

If the relationship between Master and Shizu was as harmonious as it seemed, Cheng Qian could not figure out why for so many years, Master never mentioned Shizu and did not come to collect his body.

Bei Mingjun bowed his head slightly, and asked patiently: "You dare to settle in the blood and rain, it is a brave little thing, but what did you realize then?"

Cheng Qian hesitated a moment, and politely replied: "Because the predecessors and Tang Zhenren point, the disciples learned the rank of the predecessors‘ no fear of heaven, no fear of ground, no fear of people ’.”

Bei Mingjun listened, staring at Cheng Qian with mixed feelings for a while, and whispered: "Good boy, I have broken off the blood of Fuyao School again."

Cheng Qian heard this sentence, and suddenly hesitated.

For a moment, he remembered the inconsistent look of Master, the weasel who seemed to be dead just now, and the "half-human and non-human" sentence of Jiang Peng, a ghost, all sorts of antecedents and consequences swiftly connected, Cheng Qian almost understood in an instant. This sentence is full of deep voices.

He turned his head violently, staring at the incredible master who suddenly became beautiful.

Mu Chun raised his hand on top of his head, and sighed, "If only your mind could even give you a little bit of the fourth master-yes, Xiao Qian, you guessed it right, my Fuyao bloodline, It was broken more than a decade ago, and I am a dead person. "

Cheng Qian's teeth bit too tightly, and for a while it was "giggle", speechless.

Mu Chun did not care, but still said bluntly: "At that time, my master was at a critical moment of retreat, and he had no time to take care of him. At this time, the great disciple Jiang Peng went into the devil and fell into the path of the ghost. Instead, he became the first resentment to die from the soul-stealing lamp, but only entrusted him with his unsuccessful magic, and was able to escape with a ray of the gods and fall into a little demon who was killed by thunder. It can also be said that the seal of my Fuyao leader has been passed down. "

Bei Mingjun's face seemed sad: "You ..."

Mu Chun laughed lively: "This little demon's body is nothing, it's just too shy."

Bei Mingjun whispered: "Attached to the dead, aren't you afraid of the exhaustion of the Yuan Shen, can the soul fly into the reincarnation?"

Mu Chun lived her sleeves slightly, glanced down at her toes, and indifferently learned Bei Mingjun's tone and laughed, "Don't worry."

Cheng Qian whispered, "Master, who tore the portrait in the Jinglou?"

Mu Chun heard the words stupefied: "Why, have you cleaned it up? Oh ... it may be my job, Yuan Shen was bitten by the ghosts in the soul-stealing lamp. After coming out, I can't help feeling resentment, plus That little demon is a dead thing, and I wasn't used to it at first, but for a while I was probably not very conscious. "

He said lightly, but Cheng Qian felt as if he was sighing in his chest. He hugged Muchun's real person's waist and buried his head in his arms.

So warm ... how could it be just a ray of primitive gods?

Mu Chun continued: "I just fell into the body of a weasel, and I still can't walk on four legs. I crawled and tried to find my head master, but ..."

Bei Mingjun stood still, standing in a solitary shadow.

"I saw the" Four Saints "besieging Fuyao Mountain," Mu Chun said to Cheng Qiandao. "I know that my master turned out to be a demon who was not born. The four saints are all powerful, all falling on Fuyao Mountain, all the way from Fuyao Mountain hit the Valley of Forgetfulness two hundred miles away, and the terrified Tianjie burned the valley into a sea of ​​fire. After that, it was dead for three years. The Four Holy Ones died and the three were seriously injured. I guess if they did n’t just pick him up At a critical juncture, the one who died under the ancient tree did not know who it was. But I did n’t know much about it. I do n’t know that your old man ’s home is already listed in the “Northern Underworld”.

Mu Chun's real words were deliberately chosen. For some reason, he did not mention the key points-for example, why did Jiang Peng go into trouble? Why did you kill Master? Why did Bei Mingjun embark on this path? Who is the Four Saints? Why attracted them to kill?

From beginning to end, he only said what happened, and these causes and consequences were silent.

If usual, Cheng Qian would follow up to the end, but at this time he could not take care of it at all. His chest seemed to be tightly blocked by a mass of cotton wool. A game.

Mu Chun, a real person, pushed him away gently but unquestionably. He bent down and picked up a branch from the ground. The branch gradually formed a wooden sword in his hands. He took a few steps to the side. , Came to an open space, said to Cheng Qian: "You have finished the second style, today I will show you the next three styles together for the teacher, you must look carefully."

Cheng Qian is always entangled with Mu Chun, who is actually learning to sword, and is often sent away by Master carrying a bag of candy. Now, Master finally wants to take the initiative to teach him, but he is not happy at all.

He understood that Master was about to leave them.

Cheng Qian stood still for a while, tears suddenly burst out like the flood that flooded the embankment, could not hold his breath, couldn't stop biting his lips. Cheng Qian never cried like this, even if his father and mother sold him for a few bucks, he never shed a tear.

For the first time in his life, he encountered such a deep and unsolved pain in the skin. He could not bear it for a while, and could not vent it, and he lost the face he always maintained.

The puddle carefully reached out and pulled his hem, and when Cheng Qian ignored him, he just burst into tears.

Bei Mingjun smiled bitterly: "Boy, weren't you afraid of heaven and earth just now, why would you start crying again?"

Cheng Qian desperately endured the sorrow, but he found that he couldn't hold back his tears, but his vision was still blurry and clear. He choked for a long time and said, "Master, I do n’t learn Don't you teach me, okay? You ... don't you want us anymore? "

Mu Chun dropped his wooden sword slightly, trying to coax him a bit, but remembered that Cheng Qian was not Han Yuan, easily confused, and for a while, he said, "Heaven, life, and small dive, even if there is no chance today , I have n’t had a few years, and I ca n’t follow you forever. ”

When Mu Chun lived here, he shut up. He knew that no matter what he said, the child would drill the tip of his horns, so he kept silent.

He put the wooden sword across his chest, and Lilisuo waved his hands. This time, he did not read the ridiculous formula, nor did he deliberately slow down.

The first type of Peng Cheng is thousands of miles away. The young man is full of ambitions and has ambitions to go to the sky and take over the moon.

The second type of searching up and down, long and painful, is contained in the rigid sword move without squinting.

The third type of action is contrary to the wishes, and the sky is clear, but it is not a flood of ants, but it is like a golden soup, but it is a sandy house.

The fourth style flourishes and declines, with three ups and downs, still cannot escape this long-established fate.

Fifth return to true ...

Cheng Qian involuntarily recalled a word Master said to him-"dead" and "flying up". Is there any difference?

Both of them are missing, never come, go everywhere.

For the first time, Cheng Qian saw the complete set of Fuyao wooden sword, and the tears on his face had not yet dried up.

Mu Chun asked warmly, "Do you understand?"

Cheng Qian pouted and stubbornly exclaimed: "No!"

"Waffle, I don't understand anymore." Mu Chun stretched out his hand and bounced on his forehead. Then, he smiled and looked at Cheng Qiandao. "Xiao Qian, do you still remember the door rules? Where is the place to clean the portal? Said? "

Cheng Qian's red eyes glanced at Bei Mingjun without answering.

Mu Chun said softly: "The guilty and unforgivable person needs to clean up the portal by the same door-this is why I have many traitors, but still have a place in the fairy house."

Cheng Qian wiped a tear hard.

Mu Chun said faintly: "Although Dao Zhaozhao should be quiet, but the practitioners should not violate their original intentions. Since it has caused a great disaster, Tianli Zhaozhao must have a disaster."

Suddenly there was no wind on his robe sleeve, his face turned pale, and there was a faint flash of fire across his eyebrows.

Bei Mingjun calmly said, "I have been in charge of the martial art for 80 years. I am indeed ashamed of the ancestors and ancestors, as well as your masters and brothers. Therefore, I took a vow of death with all my spirits, and blocked my martial arts with three souls Great disaster, Xiaochun, you don't need to do it yourself. "

When Mu Chun heard it, she didn't show gratitude and didn't have any emotions, but just calmly replied, "Master, if you let you end your life, what is the justice of the grieving souls who died under your hands?"

His voice was steady and he was always gentle and polite, but Cheng Qian felt that this was the coldest thing he had ever heard.

It is as if Mu Chun's real person immersed all his sorrow and joy in the cold water with his own strength, across the water, neither joy nor pain.

There is a row of extremely complicated charms flashing in the air, and then it emits golden light, suddenly it is the magical "dark charm" in Li Zhi's mouth.

Bei Mingjun did not hide, but stood still, squinting his eyes and looking at the fleeting spell that blended into the heavens and the earth, whispered: "Soul is sealed with soul."

Mu Chun laughed: "I can seal the soul of Bei Mingjun, and I'm worth it in my life."

Cheng Qian opened his eyes wide. At the next moment, he was pushed away by a force, and fell to the ground with a slump. His eyes were dark and almost comatose for a moment.

Opening his eyes again, Bei Mingjun was gone, Cheng Qian saw a thin ray of black mist entangled in golden light, and pressed it to the old copper coin in the hand of Mu Chun.

In addition to the hand holding the copper coin, Mu Chun's body is transparent. He knelt down, buried the copper coin next to the corpse under the ancient tree, and then beckoned with a stroke.

Mu Chun: "The weasel has a small seal on it. You take it off."

Cheng Qian seemed to be determined to work against him, motionless.

Mu Chun's real smile faded away, and he seemed to want to raise his hand to touch his head, but found that his hand passed through Cheng Qian's head.

Mu Chun truly said: "That is the seal of the Fuyao faction. Go back and give it to your master and let him take care of you later. As for swordsmanship ... Xiao Qian, you should practice the second style."

At the end, he took a deep look at Cheng Qian, his lips moved, and he could hardly hear the words: "Master is gone."

After speaking, he disappeared as a whole, like a broken light, smashed into the soil with one head, and disappeared.

It is rumored that "there is a big tree in the ancient times, with the spring of 8,000 years old and the autumn of 8000 years old". Because of "endless ages", I wish Gaotang's loving father a long life, but unfortunately people are not plants.

Mu Chun buried the copper coin in the soil, as if he had personally sent Cheng Qian to the beginning-each generation of up-and-down search started from the moment he buried his father in the soil.

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