Although Yan Zhengming is usually too lazy to lose his mind, but at this time, life is at stake, and he can also distinguish the importance of it. He knows that Master has no one else to send. Hearing this, he rarely said anything, neither looking for trouble, nor glancing at him on weekdays. The two who were walking in the mountains carried rattan chairs, just took the spell, turned around and picked up their swords, and hurriedly walked outside the mission hall.

Cheng Qian immediately couldn't care about thinking about what was wrong with his master. In his mind, the senior brother was an unreliable person. The master sent him to save people. Cheng Qian suspected that Han Yuan was going to end his life.

At the moment, Cheng Qian picked up a wooden sword without thinking: "Master, I'm going too!"

Mu Chun was stunned for a while, then nodded under Yan Zhengming's white eyes: "Well, let's go."

Li Yun, who was beside him, was stunned, and quickly chased after him, begging in a rare soft voice, "Master—Senior brother, take me with you too."

Yan Zhengming glanced at him with a stern face. He didn't say yes or no, he quickened his pace, but let him follow.

Young Master Yan pulled out a piece of white silk from his arms as he walked, and threw it into Cheng Qian's hand together with the old sandalwood plaque, and instructed: "You are a burden, I don't think it's anything, just stick it for me first. Clean the wood shavings."

The eldest brother is swift and swift, which is rare in a hundred years, and Cheng Qian is also rare in a hundred years without being careful.

He felt guilty about Han Yuan trespassing in the mountains, and he seemed to have taken saving Han Yuan as his own responsibility. At this time, what Yan Zhengming said, he had no time to take it to heart, and even abandoned his previous hatred, walked a few steps, and wiped the spell. Bian asked in a good voice: "Senior brother, who is the real Zipeng?"

Yan Zhengming didn't get any scolding, so he had to calm down. This time he came to his senses, only to realize that he was actually arguing with a little brat who was not as high as his chest. After thinking about it, Yan Zhengming felt a little shameless.

So he was silent for a while, and answered Cheng Qian's question in a flat tone: "Zipeng Zhenren is the old demon of Zhenshan xué, so he can talk well. I used to give her New Year's greetings."

"What kind of monster is it?" Cheng Qian asked again, "Isn't it good for Master to visit by himself?"

"Of course it's not good," Yan Zhengming looked impatient, and walked very fast under his feet, Cheng Qian had his short legs upside down, and he had to trot all the way to keep up. The answer from his senior brother came in the wind, "Master is inconvenient to see Zizi. Peng Zhenren, because she is only an old mother—I said if you want to follow, just follow along, why are there so many problems, be careful to enter the demon valley and be a taboo, and let people keep you as company with that kid."

It took a while for Cheng Qian to realize that the master didn't see the real person Zi Peng, so maybe he wanted to avoid suspicion - after all, "Huáng rat láng greets Ji for the New Year" doesn't sound like a good word.

He thought of this, and the corners of his eyes jumped, which means that Master and his old man are really a huáng rat láng living in seclusion in the mountains!

At this time, the huáng rat láng, who lived in seclusion in the mountains, was not in a good condition. As soon as the three of them left, Cheng Qian immediately retreated a gān daoist, and then collapsed on the table like mud, and then a black smoke came from his heart When it came out, the thing that had just attached to his body fell to one side, becoming a shadowy human figure.

The hand that had been engraved with the talisman trembled violently, and after a long time, he said hoarsely, "Are you crazy?"

The shadow stood silently for a long time, and said softly: "My imprint is too much, and the demon emperor does not dare to make trouble. As long as those children take my spell, they will be fine. This trip is also a journey. You can be assured."

Real Man Mu Chun had a sullen face, but his figure seemed to be restrained by something, and he couldn't stand up, he said solemnly: "Although this old man is ignorant and has dim eyes, he hasn't reached the point where he can't see the 'bright and dark symbols', just go A trip to the Demon Valley, ordinary lightning charms can protect the body, not to mention Zi Peng as a person, it will not embarrass a few children... What do you want to gān? What is the carrier of the dark charm embedded in it?"

This time, Sombra didn't answer.

Master Mu Chun shouted, "Speak!"

But the shadow had already dissipated like a cloud of smoke, leaving no trace, leaving only a faint sigh.

As if it never existed.

☆, Chapter 12

It has not been a month since he joined the Fuyao Sect, and Cheng Qian encountered the biggest crisis in his life - he wanted to follow his sissy senior brother who would only be smug, and the second senior brother who had a bad mind, as a huáng The disciple of the mouse, went to the den to rescue his fourth junior brother, who might have been eaten to the extent of half his body.

What if the real person refuses to let go?

What if when they go, the fourth junior brother has become someone's plate of Chinese food?

Cheng Qian looked down at the spell in his hand. After the master carved the wooden plaque, he threw it to them. He didn't say what it was used for or how to use it. But at that time, the elder brother took it and left without asking. Doesn't he have a clue?

Cheng Qian hesitated again and again, and still couldn't believe that the big brother's broad mind actually had "numbers" in addition to incense, so he bit the bullet again, facing Yan Zhengming's ridicule, and asked humbly: "Senior brother, you know Master What is the purpose of the spell given?"

Yan Zhengming replied without thinking, "Thunder."

Seeing that he answered so happily, Cheng Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Sure enough, after all, the eldest brother has a sense of breath and has learned spells, otherwise it would be impossible to be so confident.

It's a pity that if Cheng Qianli knew more about the level of "one bottle is not half the bottle shaking" of their senior brother, he shouldn't let it go so early - Yan Zhengming actually glanced at them all. Li sloppily thought that this thing looked similar to the lightning charm, so he firmly gave Cheng Qian such an identification.

Yan Zhengming is impatient to sit there every day and learn what kind of spells and spells. In order to cope with the master's inspection, he perfunctoryly memorizes the general shapes of common spells. .

The three of them soon reached the back mountain together. Except for Cheng Qian, the other two were all familiar with each other.

There is a cliff in the back mountain that goes straight up and down. From the crevices in the mountains and rocks, you can see the abyss below, and the wind is rolling up from those crevices.

Cheng Qian couldn't help but glanced down, and then felt that his heart jumped into the air, and the bottom was too high and too deep. He had never climbed to such a dangerous place before, his face turned pale at first, he subconsciously turned his head back, and leaned in. But after a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the deep cliff seemed to have some indescribable attraction to him. Cheng Qian took a deep breath, restrained his nausea, and cautiously looked down again.

Perhaps it was because he was used to following the rules, and for the first time, Cheng Qian found that he liked this kind of dangerous land facing the abyss.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to fall into an unbearable meat pie?" Seeing Cheng Qian leaning out half of his body, Yan Zhengming couldn't bear it any longer, he raised his hand and squeezed his shoulders, pulling him back.

Yan Zhengming was very puzzled in his heart, why do these little cubs love courting death so much? He couldn't help recalling that when he was so old, he seemed to be a very well-behaved age, and he had never been mischievous. Could it be that what Master picked up this time were all freaks?

Of course, the "delicate" Young Master Yan really had never made trouble. He didn't even bother to walk around in the morning class, so he had to find someone to carry it. The big egg was not enough for him to make a slap in the face.

At this time, they had already heard the sound of water, Yan Zhengming fiercely stuck the mud under his feet on a big rock, his expression was inexplicable, as if the shoes on his feet dared to get on the mud, it was an underworld The biggest rebellion.

After getting stuck in the mud, Yan Zhengming turned his head and glanced at Li Yun: "It's almost here, this way."

This young man was so used to being lawless. His emotions, anger, sadness, and joy can all be presented in detail by his facial features. He didn't know how to cover it up. Wait, it's like saying, "Didn't you always want to see what Shan xué looks like? This time, you got your wish, just look at it, it's blind."

Li Yun's face was so white that it was almost transparent. Cheng Qian couldn't help but start to think about it. If the two senior brothers bit each other, how could he be so small that he could quell the war?

But unexpectedly, Li Yun didn't say a word, and took the anger willingly, as if Yan Zhengming stabbed him a few more words, and he felt better in his heart.

Yan Zhengming took a look at him and led the two to the edge of the big pond on the top of the mountain to stand still.

"Does it all have water?" Yan Zhengming asked, and then, without waiting for an answer, he said to himself, "No, it's okay, hold your breath, follow me closely, and don't rush down."

After he finished speaking, Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's wrist in disgust with a look of disgust and helplessness, as if being touched by dog ​​shit.

Cheng Qian has grown up to this age and has never touched such a pair of hands. This is more careful than the hands of all the people he has ever seen—even the little girl who combed the hair of the big brother. Only those who hold swords and pen There are some inconspicuous small cocoons in the place, which are not thick. It can be seen that this product is not very willing to work hard.

Besides, he didn't even have half a small barb in his hand.

But then, Cheng Qian was dragged into the water by this fair and beautiful hand.

The water was so cold that Cheng Qian could hardly hold his breath. Surrounded by the splashes of foam that the three of them jumped down, people couldn't find Bei for a while. Cheng Qian hugged the wooden sign tightly in his arms. Yan Zhengming pulled him forward without distinguishing between north, south, east and west.

Soon, a boulder blocked the way for the three of them.

Yan Zhengming tugged Cheng Qian's sleeve and used his sleeve as a rag to wipe off the moss and water plants on the stone. Only then did he find a small Big Dipper on the stone surface. He gestured a few times at the mouth of the spoon, and then Aim somewhere and press down with your thumb.

If anyone is familiar with the astrology, they will know that the position Yan Zhengming pressed is exactly where Beichen is in the night sky, and then only hear a loud "bang", the stone gate opened wide, and Cheng Qian was almost swept away by the huge current, his hands and feet were swept away. He hugged Shimen on the ground and rushed forward with all his might.

Immediately, Cheng Qian was surprised to find that his feet were on the ground.

There is a slender passage behind the Dashimen, running through the water, as if there is something invisible and intangible, isolating the water, like a transparent pipe, straight into the bottom of the water, and the water droplets on Cheng Qian's body fell. It silently re-merged into the water, and the splash was blocked from splashing.