MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 38
Cheng Qian heard nothing, he always had no interest in trying to compare such boring things with others, because it was not necessary.
As he grows older, his solitary self-confidence is sharpened by his self-doubts. Now, in the eyes of Cheng Qian, there are only two peers in this world. One is now inferior to him. Yes, one is inferior to him in the future.
Cheng Qian began to have severe pain in his back, so he no longer wanted to stay, but simply explained, "I'll go first if it's okay."
"Slow down, your business is not over yet, stand for me," Yan Zhengming said, and then he turned to Han Yuan. "Are you done with the spelling of thirty wooden sticks a day?"
Han Yuan: "..."
Yan Zhengming saw this, and raised an eyebrow on one side: "What is the relationship between that big and small than you? Not yet!"
Han Yuan spat out his tongue, and he did not dare to squeak immediately.
Their head is no longer the same as before-he has grown from a kid to a rotten big pepper, and has turned into a potent rotten big pepper.
Five years ago, the humiliated Yan head on the platform of the Lecture Hall was almost exhaustive, and he made a decision that was difficult for everyone to understand. The tradition of qi is retained, and even if they have to start practicing the true element with everyone, they will spend extra time completing these two tasks.
In this regard, Yan Zhengming said with a mockery of his reasons: "I have grown so big, except for the face given by my father and mother, there is nothing in the whole body that can hold hands for praise, what qualifications To rush to change my school's millennial heritage? Furthermore, even if the martial tradition is not justified, that is what Master left. "
The last sentence impressed Cheng Qian, leading to the only one who would go against the leader.
Li Ye always had opinions and no stand. As soon as he was convinced, as for Han Yuan, he didn't even have an opinion, so this matter was decided.
The five-year period proved that Yan Zhengming was right at first glance at this seemingly absurd decision.
After breathing air into the body, Zhenyuan's condensing is not smooth sailing. One stepped into Xianmen and bottlenecked every three years. It was like a small calamity every time. It was a little careless, but it was repaired in a few years. Without entering the country, in the worst case, he will go into trouble.
The mortal people who set foot on the long road to true cultivation have to go through the waves and sands over and over again.
At that time, the real person of Mu Chun never urged his disciples to condense the true element. If it were not for him to fall accidentally, I am afraid that Fuyaoshan uploaded the Daotang. The boring spells and scriptures of the disciples will continue for many years day by day. I ca n’t see any results, but day after day, the meridians will significantly widen and strengthen in repeated scouring.
The so-called "knife does not cut woodworkers by mistake".
In this way, when you really begin to condense the true Yuan in the same way as others, let alone a thousand miles a day, at least you will enter the realm much faster than others, and even the bottlenecks will come relatively smoothly.
It's a pity that dry wood is in front of us. Will anyone in the world be willing to sharpen this knife for years?
After training Han Yuan, Yan Zhengming stroked and beckoned, motioned him to follow, and took the lead to go out.
As soon as he saw him coming out of the puddle in the middle of the courtyard, he immediately looked as if he was looking for a savior. He stared at Yan Zhengming, like a bird long in the cage.
Every time Yan Zhengming saw her, she felt that she had seen her many years ago, and she was born out of nowhere. He swung a force with his fingers, hit the spell at the foot of the puddle impartially, and tore a seamless circle of that day's spell, tearing a hole in it, and it burst into a whirlwind.
The puddle was liberated, sitting on the ground with one buttock, and he didn't know where to learn the wild tone. He shook his head in place and yelled, "My mother, hey, hey, he can be exhausted."
Yan Zhengming listened to the footsteps, and the puddle saw a bad situation. He jumped up from the ground, rubbed his face with the little dirty hands that had just patted his buttocks, and said well without shame: "Hey, thank you, Brother."
What she did saw Yan Zhengming's eyes twitched in the end, and finally he could not bear tossing his sleeves away and walking towards Cheng Qian: "If she dares to follow Tang Wanqiu's long look in the future, I will take her for everything I say. Expelled. "
"No," Cheng Qian comforted. "After all, it is the daughter of the queen. I heard that the products of green hats are not too ugly."
Head Yan: "..."
He didn't feel better.
Yan Zhengming walked to open the door of his house, lifted his chin to Cheng Qian with a cold face, and signaled him to enter the house. Cheng Qianyuan froze for a while—although Xiao Yueer left, Yan Zhengming's scent in the room Dao has faded a lot, but as soon as he pushed the door, Cheng Qian sneezed as usual.
He rubbed his nose at the unsuccessful flower branch that was fixed with a spell between the desk cases and rubbed his nose. He admired the gentleman who was deeply rooted in his bones for a while, and sighed secretly, feeling that he might not get through. .
Flint stood up and said, "Head."
"It's not your business, go." Yan Zhengming said, "After the lecture is over tomorrow, I'll call Xue Qing to come here, and let him do something for him."
Ying Shi went out, Yan Zhengming returned to his hand and brought him to the door, arms around his chest, leaned on the back of the door, leaned towards Cheng, and said, "Undress."
Cheng Qian: "..."
"Hurry up," Yan Zhengming said blankly, "Wait for me to chop?"
Cheng Qian: "I didn't ..."
Yan Zhengming saw that he toasted instead of eating and drinking, and immediately kept his promise to take a step forward, intending to "form him right on the spot."
Cheng Qian saw that he was determined to hold him accountable, so he had to undress reluctantly and unwillingly, while deliberately disgustingly shouting, "Master, I haven't bathed in three days, so I'm not afraid to stain your eyes?"
Yan Zhengming made a rare silent noise, he reached out and pulled Cheng Qian's robe tugging on his body, and dragged it down. He saw Cheng Qian's back, which was almost blue from the left shoulder to the right waist, Zide had turned black, and the blood vessels around it had spread like spider webs, and looked very shocking on the young boy's pale back.
In addition, Cheng Qian has many deep and shallow scars on her body, some of which are darker in color, and some of which are almost faded. Although the introduction of air into the body does not mean that it can break away, but after entering the valve, the bone is cut. Washing the pulp, the body is not as easy to get dirt as the mortal, and scars will scarcely remain, unless it is not good enough.
Yan Zhengming only glanced at him, and immediately couldn't bear to look away. His chest seemed to be severely weighted, and his heart was almost distressed, and even his own back was faintly aching.
He burst into irritation at Cheng Qian for a while, his chest violently fluctuated several times before he could barely suppress it.
"Go to bed and lie on my back," Yan Zhengming said, holding back for a long while, but still couldn't hold back, adding with resentment, "If you were two years younger, I would have won't recognize your Master when he came, and confuse things."
Cheng Qian himself tried to turn his neck a few times, but he couldn't turn it around. He had to lie down and let the elder brother give him medicine. At the same time, he found a reason for himself: "Is it bruise? Yes, it's nothing ... Ah! "
"Nothing?" Yan Zhengming's voice chilled.
Cheng Qian didn't dare to provoke him again, buried his face in the quilt, and concentrated on pain.
The magic drop of the magic weapon comes naturally. If it weren't for the person who dropped the magic weapon is a two-knife, it would not be able to exert one-tenth the power, and that thing could knock Cheng Qian's internal organs through the back.
The words of Yan Zheng's scolding had been pouring into his mouth, but when he came to the exit, he still couldn't say anything. After so much, Yan Zhengming's heart and lungs, missing in the first ten years, finally grew back.
How all the large and small wounds on Cheng Qian's body came from, and now Yan Zhengming, who is surrounded by all internal organs, knows well.
In retrospect, the temporary hatred and anger were not enough to support him through so many years, Yan Zhengming could not help but admit that it was his youngest brother and sister who pushed him to this point.
Cheng Qian never criticized his brother-in-law for anything, and his attitude was from the beginning to the end-if you can do it, you can go, if you can't do it, I can do it for you.
Every wound on Cheng Qian's body was a slap in the face for Yan Zhengming, and he dared not stop for a moment.
In the most difficult time, Yan Zhengming once couldn't close his eyes all night, all his nightmares were his classmates.
Yan Zhengming's quilt was smelt with a sense of soothing fragrance, warm and dry, and could penetrate the limbs and bones. Cheng Qian has been waiting beside the awning for the opportunity these days. I don't want to move for a long time.
Yan Zhengming finished the medicine, watching the teenager's thinner waistline, and couldn't help thinking: "The head seal is hanging on my neck, even without me, and Li Ye-even Han Yuan is older than you Big, you are just like a puddle, do n’t want to know anything every day, do n’t you understand anything? Why is everything so stubborn? Where do you place your brothers? ”
But these words, he could speak to anyone, but could not speak to Cheng Qian's face that seemed a little tired due to relaxation.
Because of the interdependence over the years, Yan Zhengming seemed very unkind to even say "thank you" to him, let alone such a long story.
My mind went up and down several times. In the end, Yan Zhengming only insisted: "Zhou Han is coming back, but he won't stay long. No matter what, you can bear it out, and you don't want to hear anything?"
Cheng Qian made a drowsy response, apparently acting as a wind behind his ears.
Yan Zhengming looked down, and found that the little bastard's eyes were closed, Cheng Qian was slightly sideways, his eyelashes sometimes trembled, and there was a faint bluish blackness under his eyes. That exhaustion covered up.
Yan Zheng sighed, closed his wounds, stopped speaking, gently spread Cheng Qian's hair bun, pulled on his clothes, and dragged a thin bed over him, covering himself. Keep aside and meditate.
However, after sitting for a while, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help but felt that he couldn't rest assured that he didn't understand this key question, so he decisively pushed Cheng Qian: "Hey, have you really not taken a bath for three days?"
Cheng Qian gave him a murderous back of his head.
Today, Yan Zhengming has long lost his impetuous mentality, and it is commonplace to meditate instead of sleep. But before dawn broke, he was suddenly upset and opened his eyes halfway.
At night, Cheng Qian had no idea when he left—Since Yan Zhengming knew Cheng Qian, he hadn't slept until dawn, and there was still temperature in the quilt.
Yan Zhengming sat quietly for a while, pondering carefully, and found no bottlenecks, but couldn't calm down ... it was like something was going to happen.
He waved his hand to light up, paced back and forth in the room several times, and took out three copper coins from under the lampshade.
Yan Zhengming did not understand the way of calculation. He had seen this before, but whenever he asked, the master refused to teach, and only said: "The former, the beginning of the truth and the ignorance of the Tao, this is the left. Side door, no need to know. "
Is there anything important on Qinglong Island?
Three coins were flying up and down at his dexterous fingertips, Yan Zhengming played for a moment, let his thoughts go, and then sat down and began to recite the Jingjing Sutra.
Sure enough, Zhou Han was just a funeral star.
The news of Han Yuan was very difficult to withstand the test. The next day, the lecture was announced in the Lecture Hall. The Lecture of the left of the Lecture Hall was completely rare. Those who bleed into the body must participate. Those who do n’t want to do anything with others can voluntarily abstain and confess. Otherwise, they have to play. The winner can enter the inner hall to read the classics without worshiping under the main gate of Qinglong Island. .
The rule was said endlessly, while Cheng Qian carved a large wooden sign with a carving knife without raising his head.
Yan Zhengming glanced at it and explained to Han Yuan next to him: "That's called the" 傀儡 ", which can be used to block a disaster for others. It is one of the seven famous runes in Ming Run, a total of 100 Eight knives, knives and knives, can't be broken in one stroke, and one knife can't be wrong ... You see, this is a little bit wasteful. "
Cheng Qian's knife tip wasn't known for a moment, and the aura suddenly burst out. Han Yuan sitting next to him felt only a cold, moist breath coming out of him. He disappeared into the air and widened his eyes in astonishment.
Yan Zhengming leaned back to the side lazily, patted Cheng Qian's shoulder, and said with emotion: "It's only six or seven years since you bleed into the body, and you dare to touch the seven charms-you are really aggressive. Copper coins."
Cheng Qian set aside the discarded wooden sign and carving knife, and sat upright to adjust his breath.
Yan Zhengming then said to Han Yuan: "The knife was wrong, sometimes because of unskilledness, sometimes because of lack of energy ... Your three brothers have no energy, small copper coins, why do you remember engraving this?"
Cheng Qian perfunctoryly said, "Try it."
Soon, Yan Zhengming knew why he tried it.
When everyone was talking about the Qinglong Island Taiby with enthusiasm, Yan Zhengming sent Xueqing to the crossing of Qinglong Island.
"Go as fast as you can," Yan Zhengming said. "Go back to Fuyao Mountain first, then go home to see if there is any shortness in the mountain, just take it from me."
Xue Qing has now grown into a youthful appearance, becoming more and more stable, taking notes one by one and nodding.
"Okay, you go ..."
"Brother Xueqing, wait!"
During the conversation, a Pegasus came up to the ground, and before stopping, Cheng Qian jumped down from the top. His description seemed a little dazed, I do n’t know if it was blowing by the sea breeze or not. blow.
Xue Qing is usually gentle and gentle, and does not love words. When she was a child, she took care of Cheng Qian but was very attentive. Compared with Yan Zhengming, who is not often a true master, Xue Qing is more like a reliable brother.
Xue Qing looked at him with a smile and said, "I'll be back in a few days. The three uncles should take more care of themselves."
"Well, I know," Cheng Qian nodded, and handed him a bag from his arms. "I thought you couldn't keep up, take this with you, be careful on the road."
Yan Zhengming, who was on the side, glanced sideways and asked, "What's coming all the way?"
Xue Qing opened the little bag according to the words, and saw that there was a small wooden sign inside. Take it out for a look, Yan Zhengming's eyes were straight-it was actually a shaped charm.
Cheng Qian said with shame: "I have insufficient energy and have been unsuccessful. For a few days, I just barely became this one. You make up, but you have to be careful on the road. After all, this thing is out of my hands. It ’s higher than me, and it ’s a piece of broken wood. ”
Xueqing said busyly: "Yes, thank you three uncles."
Yan Zhengming's abnormality was not a taste, and he said, "I don't have any-I have worked hard to raise this little white-eyed wolf so big, I haven't even cut a whistle, and made a charm with a lot of pain. I gave it to others What a reason! "
However, it is not easy to make trouble with Dao Tong and his brother in such a broad daylight. Yan Zhengming had to look up, and only seriously asked Xue Qing to go back quickly. After sending him away, he did not look at Cheng Qian. Angrily turned to leave.
But after taking two steps, he found that Cheng Qian was still looking at the direction of the ship, and did not know what he was thinking. He didn't notice that he was angry. Yan Zhanmen then returned back, waiting for a while, waiting for Cheng Qian to be serious. Turning around, he seized the opportunity, snorted Cheng Qianting hard, and then strode away with the inexplicable gaze of his brother.
Cheng Qian busy looked around and found that there was no one here, he was humming himself.
He asked in confusion: "Brother, what happened to you?"
Yan Zhengming ignored him and just walked forward blindly. Cheng Qian didn't know what disease he had committed. He wanted to keep him cool and where to stay, but the head brother was very irritable when he got angry. Degraded into a Taoist boy combing his hair, Cheng Qian had to catch up.
The two chased after each other, even Pegasus was left behind, and they didn't twist to their residence. At the end, Cheng Qian didn't care which brother was wrong, but just followed helplessly.
Yan Zhengming slammed the door and shut him out.
It ’s no wonder in the yard facing the quiet and boring puddles-Usually, when the big brother and the second brother are together, they have a good deal, more like a normal adult, and the fourth brother is better than her. Wherever I go, I rarely dare to disobey Master. Only three brothers, each time with a look of "I haven't done anything", made the Master dejected.
The puddle hummed leisurely and sang, "Oh, what a wrongdoing do you do to that little enemy--"
Cheng Qian went straight forward, touched her head, leaned down and drew a circle of spells at her feet, and said softly: "After 30 times of reading, it will disperse on its own, obediently, don't look at it, 'little enemies' Can't save you. "
The puddle felt as if it were on fire.
Cheng Qian walked back into his room, and as soon as he opened the door, the smile on his face suddenly solidified. Cheng Qian turned back, scratching his eyes in the courtyard, but there was only a mutter in the courtyard. There is no second person outside the puddle of chanting.
Cheng Qian paused, put a hand on the wooden sword around his waist, walked in cautiously, and closed the door—someone had come in his room and left something behind.
It was a sword, not a wooden sword, but a genuine sword.
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