Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Yan Zhengming felt that the bones around his body seemed to be broken. For a while, his five senses and six senses failed together, and he could only see Zhou Hanzheng's condescending gaze, as if in his eyes he was just a drop in the dust. Ants.

Several people ran over. They might be mentors, or their own street boys. They wanted to help him up in a mess, but Yan Zhengming didn't have any energy on his legs and didn't work hard.

Yan Zhengming did n’t know if he was fainted at that time. He felt a little embarrassed. He seemed to have heard Master ’s voice: “Contest, you are rich and rich, you do n’t know the suffering in the world, and you never know what adversity is. It ’s not a blessing, I ’ll send you the word “thinking” as a ring today. ”

It was eight years ... No, almost nine years ago, he had just worshiped under the Fuyao school, and for the first time had given up in Buzhitang.

Yan Zhengming was too lazy to read and practice martial arts at an early age. He didn't understand it at that time and asked, "What do you mean, Master, what do you think about?"

Mu Chun is humane: "Jade, stone also, at first there is no difference from the sandy stone on the road, it is condensed after years, or by fire, or by tempering, hidden in the mountains and no one Realize that you still need to grind off the stone skin, think about everything, and even add the sword and axe to make it into a device. Contest, you are a student of the Fushan School of Kaishan who will use calamity as a sword and body and soul as a jade in adversity in the future. "

Yes, he also asked at the time what he called a "big disciple."

The master's answer was: "Opening the mountain is the beginning of the bloodline inheritance. You are the first person in my Fuyao group to have no ancients or no later."

A bitter smell rushed into his eyebrows, Yan Zhengming shoved away without knowing who was holding his hand in front of him, and vomited a spit of blood. He didn't want to know what a bear-like look was under his head, and he felt a half-slap on his face. When he got a hot pain, he reached out his hand and touched the blood on the side of his face and forehead mixed with the blood stains of Sha Shuo dust. His white clothes had already been like a mud monkey, and the waistband on one side was loose and covered with mud. .

Yan Zhengming heard Zhou Hanzheng's voice not far and close: "The self-ranking Qinglong Island started, and in the future, it may become its own faction, preaching and apprenticeship, then I must advise you. When it is time for hard work, the martial arts are not With a good name, you can really go straight up. "

Yan Zhengming's arms were stunned, and his anger and shame slammed into each other squarely, such as mixing water and soil into a swamp, trapping him all in it, and spitting out a bit of hatred Deeper sorrow than self-blame.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Speak, master!" Li Yan shook his shoulder vigorously.

Yan Zhengming's gaze finally gradually gained focus. He had unknowingly looked at Li Yan, watched the process hidden, and watched Han Yuan, thinking in his heart: "Master is wrong, what kind of jade am I? I do n’t even count a stubborn stone, just A pool of mud can't help the wall. "

Master must be confused, otherwise how can he pass the seal of his head to him?

Yan Zhengming felt that the word "fuyao" was like two big mountains, each resting on his shoulders, and he was so tired that no one could support the backbone of the two mountains.

"I ..." He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth seemed to be blocked by bitter water, and a complete sentence failed to take shape.

Just then, Cheng Qian opened his mouth.

Cheng Qian asked: "When will we go back?"

As soon as this remark was made, several people held back.

Yan Zhengming may want to escape, Han Yuan and Li Yan may not have so much persistence, everyone may say this sentence, but it should not come out from the process.

Their three teachers and brothers have always been the strangers of Fuyao Mountain. The heart of their spiritual practice is obvious to all. Open a door for him to pass through the building, and he will be able to dispatch you. How could he personally propose to leave ...

Han Yuan whispered, "Brother, what are you talking about? Where are you going?"

"Back to Fuyao Mountain," Cheng Qian said calmly, "Brother Xianfu went back. I have nothing to bring except the book on the floor. I can run a leg to call a boat and give me money first."

Cheng Qian said, without any delay, he got up and turned to Yan Zhengming's other side, and he shoved him left and right, and took the lead to walk out of the crowd.

"Wait, Xiao Qian, listen to me!" Li Yan said in a low voice. "He is teaching the scriptures, and he will say a lot of cultivation tips. Don't you listen?"

"No, you listen first," Cheng Qian said blankly, "I'm gone, not rare."

Of course, Han Yuan and Li Yan could not stay on their own. At this time, the lecture hall did not begin to work for a long time. After all, the departure of their group was very noticeable. For a time, even Zhou Hanzheng's eyes bet on On them, Li Yan had no choice but to turn around quickly and rushed to the top of Zhou Han's right path: "Zuo Hufa forgive me, but our head brother is a little uncomfortable ..."

Zhou Han was shaking the fan lightly with a slight gesture, and smiled at Li Yan with a sarcastic smile: "Oh, let your master brother take more care."

After speaking, Zhou Han turned his eyes and fell on Cheng Qian with his back facing him. He dragged a long voice and said slowly: "That kid ... well, the kid who hits the face with a wooden sword, although you are also loose Normally, but swordplay is a bit interesting. If you want to take it a step further, you might as well try it under my door. After passing the exam, maybe you can find a place to learn sword seriously. "

Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear it, his steps were not chaotic, and Yan Zhengming walked out without looking back.

Han Yuan looked at Cheng Qian's ugly face at a loss, wondering if he didn't hear it or what, he whispered: "Little brother, that surname is Zhou ..."

Cheng Qian squeezed out his first rough sentence in his life: "Fuck his mother's fart."

Han Yuan had to shut up in silence and followed his three elder brothers tightly.

Half of the people on the hillside were watching them, and those eyes were stunned or mocked, as if looking at a group of dingy dogs.

Young people are not afraid of the world, the most feared is that others look down on. In this regard, not to mention Cheng Qian, that is, Yan Zhengming, Li Zheng and even Han Yuan are the same.

Li Yan tilted his head and rudely wiped away the tears in his eyes.

Just as their party was about to leave the hillside of the Lecture Hall, a burst of drink came from behind them: "Stop!"

Then a shadow fell together and stood in front of a few people in an unbiased manner. It was the poor and sour Taoist late autumn.

She and Cheng Peng benefited from the spawning battle with the great devil Jiang Peng on the East China Sea. Cheng Qian even thought about it. If they would live on Qinglong Island in the future, he must find an opportunity to visit this one. Tang Zhenren did not expect Qinglong Island to be so good.

At this moment, he was full of anger, and he didn't even feel good about Tang Wanqiu. When he saw her blocking the road, Cheng Qian returned his hand and unraveled Yan Zhengming's sabre in his waist. Said: "What does Tang Zhenren teach?"

Tang late autumn said stiffly: "Is the Lecture Hall a vegetable market? Come, talk, and walk?"

On the one hand, Li Min reluctantly pressed down his anger and clenched his fists, and the tip of his tongue arrived in Shangyatang fiercely for a while. Then he reluctantly said in a relatively calm tone: "We have already understood Zhou Zuohu Fa, Send Brother Master ... "

Tang Wanqiu interrupted him with a mouthful: "Is it possible that he could be stumped just now, and many of you need to carry him alone? Would you like me to call you an eight-lifted sedan?"

Li Yan: "We ..."

Cheng Qiandi took a step forward. He was so brazen at this time, and under the frightened eyes of Li Zhi, he politely said to Tang Wanqiu: "Let's go!"

Tang Wanqiu glanced over Yan Zhengming, fell on Cheng Qian, and sneered: "I am ashamed into anger ... Oh, I see. Are you planning to escape from the island? A bunch of waste."

Cheng Qian's fingers holding the sword slowly moved up a few inches.

Tang Wanqiu seemed to stop knowing what it meant to be proper, but still hesitated and said, "Why, isn't it true what I said? Is it possible that you also have shame and feel humiliated?"

Cheng Qian arrogantly pulled out Yan Zhengming's sword and threw the worthy scabbard of the elder brother to the ground without hesitation. Regardless of the exclamation of the elder brothers behind him, he slashed the sword regardless of the consequences.

Cheng Qian has practiced swords for five hours a day for six months, not to mention a thousand miles a day. At this time, at least he can incorporate the sense of qi into the sword strokes. However, he usually uses wooden swords. The power is always limited. For the first time, he touched a real sword, and he turned the "Youth Tour" in "Peng Cheng Wan Li" into a merciless killing.

Tang Wanqiu: "Good time!"

She didn't even pull out the sword, and greeted it directly with a scabbard. Before the sword edge arrived, the two swords with high judgments had already collided together. Cheng Qian's wrist suddenly became numb, and a small crack broke at the tiger's mouth. The wound, and instead of abandoning his sword, he simply changed to welcome him.

This is a change in ups and downs, "recurring."

The sound of the golden stone reappeared. Tang Wanqiu flipped his wrists, and the scabbard flipped in the air. He was suppressing Cheng Qian's sword move without knowing his advance. The power of the right guardian of the lecture hall directly suppressed Cheng Qian to one knee.

Li Yan: "Stop! Xiao Qian-Master, let Xiao Qian stop!"

There was no trace of blood on Yan Zhengming's lips. He thought as if he could travel thousands of miles, and a voice screamed frantically in his heart: "You let a child take the lead for you! What's the use of holding your palm print? What's the use of being alive? "

But his body seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move.

The wealth of the world is like a cloud, coming and going without trace, stripping away the surface of Jin Yu, Yan Zhengming feels that his chest and abdomen are cut open relentlessly, revealing his defeat in the air.

Tang Wanqiu did not anger and smile: "Why do you still want to play tricks with me, your adult has never taught you how to write the words" without your own will "?"

Cheng Qian's hair was soaked with cold sweat, and he suddenly roared depressively, turning the sabre in his hand at an angle, and the young bone of the boy "clicked", he didn't seem to know the pain. , The iron sword went up, pointing to Tang Wanqiu.

The third form of Fuyao Wooden Sword is contrary to what one wishes. This sword is called "desperate bet".

Tang Wanqiu wrinkled his broomsticks fiercely, the sharp sword screamed out of the sheath, Xueliang's sword light only flickered, the rabbit rose up and down, Cheng Qian had fallen out of two feet.

She snorted and returned her sword: "You just practice your sword without a heart. At least you have to train for 180 years before you deserve to be my opponent, but I do n’t see it that day, like you have n’t hit the road yet. I'm already scared ... "

"I'm not afraid of you, Tang Wanqiu." Cheng Qian supported the ground with his sword, desperately wanted to stand up again, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and mutely.

When he thinks he is alone, he feels heaven and earth, he can come and go.

Alone, it is a person to reach the top, and it is also a person to fall into the abyss. Even if the person's head is dropped, is it just a scar of a large bowl? What are you afraid of?

However, he had a lot of weaknesses unknowingly, and tapping on any one of them was enough to make him feel uncomfortable, making him have to give in unwillingly.

Cheng Qian stared fiercely at the person in front of him, gritting his teeth and whispering, "I'm not afraid of you ... I'm not afraid of anyone."

He tried to stand up several times, and fell back several times. When the boy was a little boy, his slightly slender body could not stop shaking under the wide robe, but he didn't mean anything.

The sight of trembling Yan Zhengming blurred.

He suddenly yelled, and quickly broke away from Li's hand, stepped forward and took up Cheng Qian.

"Are you muddy?" Yan Zhengming's chest seemed to have a knife, poking him fiercely, over and over again, asking himself, "Do you want the Fuyao faction to turn into a muddy faction in the mountains?" Are the ancestors and sects ashamed below Jiuquan and above nine days? Would you cut off the blood line that Master is struggling to survive in the beast's body?

What kind of man is he "the first person in Kaishan who has no ancients and no comers?"

Yan Zhengming breathed a few breaths in his chest, his eyes full of bloodshot, turned his head suddenly, and looked back at Tang Wanqiu without flinching, saying, "We didn't say we were going, even if we were going, it was not now."

Like Tang Shiqiu in the late Tang Dynasty, he was untouched.

Yan Zhengming helped Cheng Qian with some difficulty and went out since Tang Wanqiu.

Li Yuan and Han Yuan followed quickly. This time, Tang Wanqiu didn't stop. She stumps the same place for a while and waited for them to move away. Then she gathered up the messy long hair without expression. Li

The visiting Daotong in the Lecture Hall saw her from afar, and hurriedly came to see the ceremony: "I have seen Tang Zhenren. Why didn't Tang Zhenren come in? Zhou Zhenren is opening the lecture hall?"

Tang Wanqiu smeared his face without raising his head: "One of the shame in my life is to associate with this person, alas."

With that said, she turned around like a crab and arrogantly.

The road from the hillside of the Lecture Hall to the guest room seemed to never go long. After all, Tang Wanqiu still showed mercy to his subordinates. Cheng Qian was not injured except for his stubborn and broken hand, and it was all right to breathe slowly. It just went very silent.

Finally, when he was about to reach the gate of the courtyard, Li Min could not help but asked, "Brother, what shall we do in the future?"

Yan Zhengming had no clue in his heart and felt that the road ahead was endless, but he didn't want his teachers and brothers to see that he was at a loss, so he tried to squeeze out an expression that was the same as usual, seemingly casually: "Who knows , Take one step at a time. "

Han Yuan was even more subtle and straightforwardly said, "Brother, when can we not be bullied by anyone?"

Yan Zhengming couldn't answer this question. He had to slap on the back of Han Yuan silently, and went back to his heart.

Some people may be accustomed to being heavy-hearted by nature, and they will have to worry about a small matter for ten and a half months, but Yan Zhengming is unfortunately just a broad-minded person. He locked himself in the room and rejected it. All the boys and maids try to live in peace with his little messy mind.

However, he did not succeed. Until the sun was sinking, he still had a bad head.

He knew that he should immediately get up and practice swords in the backyard, or immediately pick up his carving knife, or he could not wait to meditate and work hard to accumulate true energy, but no matter what ... he couldn't calm down and do it.

Yan Zhengming had so many things in his chest that he didn't know what to think about. He finally sighed and fell down on the bed, staring blankly at his bed veil, digging thoughtfully for a way out for the martial artist, but unfortunately in his short life Just paying attention to the skin, even if the inside is hollowed out, there is really no real material.

He sighed, and the melancholy air broke out nowhere, and he couldn't help yelling.

Just then, the door suddenly squeaked open.

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath, and said impatiently, "Yu Shi, didn't you say I had fallen asleep?"

"it's me."

Yan Zhengming froze, holding half of his body from the bed, and glanced at the probe: "copper, why are you here?"

Cheng Qian held a small medicine bottle in his hand, which was used to treat injuries caused by bruises. Since he added himself an hour of sword training time every day, his body has often had this insignificant smell of medicine.

"Come and see your fall." Cheng Qian said simply.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and allowed him to bruise his bruises again.

When Cheng Qian packed his things and wiped his hands with a piece of parchment to leave, Yan Zhengming suddenly called to him: "Xiao Qian, do you have anything to ask me?"

Cheng Qian hesitated and said, "When you ... fell off the high platform today, you called" Master "..."

He said, as if he didn't know how to comfort him, he paused for a while, and finally patted him on the shoulder of Yan Zhengming.

He found that he was still speechless when he said good things, Cheng Qian was a little frustrated, and sighed lowly.

Yan Zhengming: "I'm not saying this."

Cheng Qian glanced at him doubtfully: "... otherwise?"

For example, where should the martial arts go in the future? For example, when can you be upset, Brother Master?

Yan Zhengming discovered the difference between Cheng Qian and others at this moment-he never cared about what decision he made, and never expected anyone to be more powerful, so that he did not have to suffer so much on Qinglong Island. When he was bullied, he increased his sword training time by himself. No matter the sky was falling or the ground was falling, his eyes only had a clear and clear path.

"Master showed you the whole set of Fuyao Wooden Sword?" Yan Zhengming said suddenly.

Cheng Qian nodded: "It's just that I haven't got the three styles behind."

"Just remember." Yan Zhengming put on his coat and picked up his sabre that brought him countless humiliations from the bedside. "Go, go to the backyard, help me to conceal the Fuyao sword into a sword. 2k ​​novel reading network