"What do you mean?" After waiting for a long time, Han Yuan asked inexplicably, "Xiao Qian, what did he mean?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, and as soon as his eyes darkened, he fell softly to the ground.

Han Yuan was startled, and hurriedly caught him: "Xiao Qian, what's the matter with you?"

There was a buzzing sound in Cheng Qian's ears, his hands and feet were limp and he couldn't raise any strength, so he could only let Han Yuan, who had developed limbs and a simple mind, clumsily carry him on his back.

And the culprit was running behind his back and said long-windedly: "Tell me a word, Xiao Qian? Little Senior Brother?"

Cheng Qian was so dizzy that he almost vomited, his fingers grabbed Han Yuan's clothes like a spasm, and then he tried his best to spit out a sentence: "I must tell Master when I go back, Han Yuan, you are doomed."

Chapter 27

When he woke up the next day, Cheng Qian almost felt that he was about to die. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Han Yuan lying nervously on his head, his eyes as if he was dying soon.

Cheng Qian ignored him, got up on his own, changed his clothes, and staggered to get up to wash.

Han Yuan, like a big pug in trouble, followed behind Cheng Qian step by step, and finally waited for Cheng Qian to say coldly, "Go away."

Han Yuan lowered his face and said flatteringly, "Little Senior Brother..."

Cheng Qian's face was frosty: "Don't complain, okay? Get out! Otherwise, I'll go to the master now!"

Han Yuan had no choice but to run away against the wall.

Cheng Qian wiped the water droplets off his face, and he also had his own considerations in his heart - listening to the master, the master already knew from Boss Wen that Jiang Peng was also here, so he didn't have to do it, otherwise it would cause the master The vigilance of the few of them may not be so easy to keep an eye on the master.

As soon as Cheng Qian walked out of the small thatched hut where he lived, he saw the senior brother pointing Jiang Shanshan to express his contempt for the food at the broken inn. He openly asked Daotong to open a small stove for him under the eyes of the real Wen Ya.

Han Yuan's little beggar didn't have a long memory for a whole night of fright, and chatted endlessly around the senior brother to express his desire to go out for a walk.

The big brother said in a twisted manner that because the pillow was too hard, the young master had a stiff neck and was not suitable to move around.

And his refusal to step on his own carriage - because of the little junior sister's urination.

Cheng Qian was very uncomfortable, and his righteousness was not smooth. When he woke up early in the morning and saw these noisy senior brothers, he immediately found a place to defeat the fire, and said with a sneer: "You can let the puddle wash your cushions for you."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed, and saw that little junior sister Shuideng climbed into the car of senior brother at some point, and coldly shoved the corner of the cushion she had urinated yesterday into her mouth, a pair of ignorant big boys. Blinking his eyes, he raised his head to reveal a sunny smile.

At the same time, since her teeth were not yet aligned, a row of slapsticks could not be restrained from the corners of her mouth.

Cheng Qian, as if he was afraid that the senior brother would feel better, made up the knife slowly: "Look, the junior sister has already washed you with saliva."

Yan Zhengming looks like he really wants to die with the unknown breed of little junior sister.

The thatched hut is absolutely impossible to stay, and the carriage is absolutely impossible to sit on. It is about 108,000 kilometers away from Fuyao Mountain. Yan Zhengming looks up at the sky, feeling that the world is so big that there is no place for him. land.

And soon, the master rescued him with one sentence.

The master said: "Let's go out and play. There is no morning class today. We will stay for another half day and board the boat to Qinglong Island in the afternoon."

Han Yuan cheered and looked at the master eagerly: "Master, I heard that there is another market today."

"Didn't I just give you a bag of change yesterday?" Mu Chun was very angry for a while, and finally lost under Han Yuan's stern expression, so he had to pull out a purse from his sleeve again, like a miser. He instructed earnestly, "Save it, don't spend it blindly."

Han Yuan is like a bird man who flew out of the cage. He took the money and happily went to call his friends and companions. The senior brother ignored him first and instructed a Taoist boy to find a place for him and spread several layers of blankets for him. After making up the sleep, Li Yun originally wanted to go, but looked back at Cheng Qian, then changed his mind painfully, and said, "I'm going to practice swordsmanship."

Han Yuan cautiously turned to Cheng Qian, nodded and said, "Little brother, can I take you to buy some fruit to eat?"

"Take Junior Sister," Cheng Qian said indifferently, "The two of you are better able to play together."

Han Yuan: "..."

In the end, Han Yuan picked up Junior Sister Shuikeng with one hand and scratched his ears and cheeks on the spot for a moment, feeling as if he was being ridiculed, but he soon let go. Han Yuan was used to it for a long time, and he didn't care at all, and ran away with the puddle.

Wen Ya put on a debt-collecting face, watched several apprentices of Zhenren Mu Chun simply pass by and then dispersed, and made comments on them one by one behind the back, he looked at Yan Zhengming and said: "If you lack training, you will not be successful. ."

Looking at Li Yun again, he said, "If you don't have a strong mind, you won't be able to make a weapon."

Facing Cheng Qian, he was succinct and concise, without even saying the reason, he only asserted: "It's not a weapon."

In the end, it was Han Yuan. Han Yuan was the only one who didn't get the three words "impossible" as an evaluation, because the real person Wenya asked the real person Mu Chun in surprise: "Where did you pick this thing up to make up the number?"

As for the puddle, she was ignored, and given that she was still a "toothless", half a person at best.

After commenting, she snorted gracefully and dignifiedly, and walked away without looking at Master Mu Chun's cloud-covered face.

In the evening of the same day, the Fuyao faction boarded the ship to Qinglong Island.

Most of the people who seek immortality and ask are all mortal bodies, and they are also divided into three, six, and nine classes, and they also have a heart for comparison.

In the East China Sea port, dozens of large and small boats line up, among them, there are big boats covered with carvings and gauze tents, and there are also small boats that are so shabby that they are about to enter the water.

A person who is not on the table like Master wants to take advantage of it as soon as he arrives, and he quickly sets his sights on a few boats. One person only charges five cents, so there is nothing more cost-effective.

There were also some tattered bowls on the boat, which were said to be used to scoop out water in case of water leakage at the bottom of the boat.

This time, Yan Zhengming finally failed to let Master succeed. Just as Master walked to the pier with small steps to set the boat, he had already sent Daotong to fly around to set the largest, most expensive and most luxurious ship. , and took the lead, with his head held high and his chest up.

When it comes to hitting the road, Cheng Qian usually does not worry about it at the end and walks with the master, because he really doesn't want to be in the company of any senior or senior.

And this time, Cheng Qian, who was following the master, saw the master frown at the senior brother for the first time.

Cheng Qian obediently let his master lead him, and when he saw his frown, he asked, "What's wrong with the master? Is the senior brother too prodigal?"

"It's really hard to walk without a penny," Mu Chunzhen said, "but it's always something outside the body, don't worry too much, but he shouldn't be so ostentatious."

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and then reacted sensitively immediately, his eyes swept around - they were all going to Qinglong Island, and there were many other sects besides boatmen and fishermen.

Among these people, there are young people who can't hide their worries, and they are already looking at their ostentatious behavior.

Yan Zhengming struttingly instructed Daotong to move his pile of extravagant and enjoyable things. He didn't look like a cultivator, but like a rich scoundrel.

In this regard, some people showed contempt on their faces, some were quite disliked, and there were a few people wandering near the cheap boat, dressed in tattered clothes, staring at Yan Zhengming from a distance, don't know what their expressions were.

Cheng Qian's hand holding the wooden sword involuntarily clenched tightly, suddenly raised his head and asked, "Master, when will I be able to hold a real sword? It's like that of the big brother - I think his sword breaking skills are not as good as mine. Woolen cloth."

Master Mu Chun looked down at him with great affection: "What do you want a sword for?"

Cheng Qian glanced at the unkind eyes around him again, thinking about how to say this. He is extremely sensitive to hostility, and in the face of hostility, he can only feel at ease when he has a sharp weapon.

Although Cheng Qian also felt that the big brother had a hole in his head, the master said that he shouldn't be too ostentatious to make Cheng Qian feel harsh. Alone... Do you have to live in the eyes of others and follow others' will?

Is it because of the envy and jealousy of those stupid people, that they must go against their heart and restrain their temperament?

Why!

But it is inconvenient to tell these thoughts to Master. Cheng Qian intuited that Master would not like to hear them. He just avoided the important points and said lightly: "I think others have them."

Real Man Mu Chun smiled and said, "The sword you practice is different from other people's. A real sword can easily injure you by mistake, so you have to wait a few years for you to grow up."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He always felt that there was something in the teacher's words.

The boat was also set, and the swagger was over, so Mu Chun had to lead Cheng Qian up.

The weather was good that day, the boat traveled for thousands of miles, the wind was calm, and even the Qinglong Island, which was usually shadowy and hidden, became clear. The puddle was a little excited, probably because the fishy smell in the sea had irritated her. She didn't stop for a moment. She climbed up and down on Master's shriveled shoulders, and grabbed Master's hair into a bird's nest.

There were a lot of comrades. Looking from the deck, there was a boat of sword cultivators sitting on a boat next to them, and they were gesturing with real swords and guns.

On the other side of the boat, there were several old men walking with swords. They were probably escorting the juniors of this sect. On the way, they might think that the boat was going too slowly. And up, the two sleeves of the sea breeze rose, and the sea breeze suddenly picked up. There seemed to be an invisible hand behind their boat, and it rushed away like a gust of wind, and several boats next to it were almost overturned by it.

The boat of the group of swordsmen also almost overturned. A middle-aged man who looked like an elder came out more and more. He stood at the bow of the boat with an epee, and stood the sword to his side. don’t know what kind of exercise , turned his face red, at least he didn't let the half-sized boat overturn on the spot.