Her huge wings almost brought a whirlwind, which blew sand and rocks in the air, and all the delicate orchids in the courtyard were devastated. , it felt like the clothes were grabbed by both hands.

The chubby hands of the puddles with a row of small pits turned into a pair of claws, and those claws were firmly grasped on Cheng Qian, and Cheng Qian suddenly had some kind of ominous premonition...

The next moment, his hunch came true.

He was lifted into the air by the powerful puddle, and the heart in his chest sank directly into his lower abdomen. Cheng Qian instinctively wanted to struggle at first, but as she flew higher and higher, he didn't even struggle. Dare, I had to shout the name of the puddle in the hunting wind: "Han Tan! Get down!"

The puddle is deaf... Yes, she doesn't necessarily understand when she smells it.

Cheng Qian never thought that this was the first time in his life that he was flying through the clouds and driving the fog in such a situation.

Shuideng took him over the small courtyard gate of Qing'anju, and over the green jade-like bamboo forest behind, and gradually, the entire Fuyao Mountain was at their feet.

Looking down from a high place, the ridge is green like dye, stretching into the distance, on one side is the slope of the front mountain, which is more gentle under the sunset, and on the other side is the deep valley of the back mountain, which is more and more dark and deep.

There are countless shadowy mansions and vacant courtyards in the mountains, some with inscriptions on the entrances, some with stone statues, and some with no names. In the thousands of years, countless people have come and gone, connecting the past and the future, only the handwriting is different. Different exercises are transformed into the blood of the inheritance, buried deep under the nine-story building, among which, there may be great powers, great talents, great sages, or great jian...

Now, all traces are hard to find.

The Fuyao faction has only one huáng rat láng master left, with a few mischievous apprentices, hidden under the rolling red dust.

Only the unpredictable wind soared upward, soaring into the sky.

The wind from the high place made Cheng Qian's cheek hurt, and he gradually let go of his initial fear.

Cheng Qian let out a breath, as if he had let out a long-lasting depression.

Once again, he thought of the mighty Lord Beiming on the high platform of Linxian, and of his parents who were in the middle of nowhere with scattered silver. Under this cloud and mud, he could clearly see the secrets in his heart. wishes.

Why do you want to be someone like Bei Mingjun?

If one day he becomes a powerful man, the Three Realms can come and go everywhere, and when he sees him shivering and mortals all crawl on the ground... Could he go back to Cheng's house and see them regretting their hearts and minds. Woolen cloth?

But at this time, when Cheng Qian was hanging high in the sky, when the palace and courtyard on Fuyao Mountain were all far away from him, his heart that was always full was suddenly empty.

There are only thirty or fifty years left in the life of a mortal. He has been thinking about it, waiting to go back and slap them in the face day after night, and then what?

Perhaps by the time he completed his cultivation, they would have already passed away.

Maybe it's still there, but half a lifetime ago, a child who was sent out in the early years may have regrets in his heart when he thinks about it in his later years. After the regrets, how deep is the affection?

If he was really their darling, how could he be easily sent away?

And if there is no love, how can there be unforgettable guilt and remorse?

Cheng Qian suddenly relaxed his tense shoulders, letting the half-demon junior sister, who always understood his words in the opposite direction, take him to a higher place.

He found that the hatred he had always thought of as deep was actually just self-love.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly felt like a broken wall. In an instant, he heard the echoes of the whispers on Fuyao Mountain again, just as he felt when the senior brother entered the Ding, but this time, the winds of the thousands of valleys did not harmonize. He brushed past him, but pierced through his body like a sea.

There is no stop, no attachment, such as many joys, many annoyances, they come and go, again and again, as if he had become part of the world.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a crane chirping in the air, and a white crane on Fuyao Mountain flew into the sky and circled around them a few times. He flew down, was led by the white crane, and landed in front of Master Mu Chun's unknown hall.

Cheng Qian still didn't come back to his senses until his feet touched the ground.

The real person Mu Chun rescued the puddle that was blocked by the gate of the courtyard again, and brushed the huge wings behind her with both hands. The girl's uncoordinated wings were finally wrapped by an unknown force, slowly retracted, and finally disappeared. Only the red marks on the back that looked like birthmarks remained.

But the master didn't urge Cheng Qian. He held the puddle that was so tired that he fell asleep and waited quietly. It wasn't until the sun sank down the mountain that Cheng Qian came back to his senses and realized that his legs were numb.

Master Mu Chun took off a dim wind lantern at the door and let him go back to the road to light it, and said to Cheng Qian: "Today is too late, you go back by yourself, after you finish practicing sword tomorrow, you can stay and learn with your senior brother. spell."

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment before realizing what Master meant. He was taken aback and asked a little stupidly, "Master, just now... Is that just a sense of qi?"

Reverend Mu Chun nodded and said with a smile, "I'm not mistaken, as a teacher, you are indeed very talented."

Do you have to add a "in the same door"?

Cheng Qian didn't know how to react to this. Anyway, he wasn't very proud of it. If "good aptitude" is compared with Yan Zhengming and Han Yuan, Li Yun and his like, he doesn't think it's a good thing. chuī boo.

Reality Mu Chun looked at him walking steadily on the back of the mountain path, and his mood was a bit vicissitudes. After so many years, there was finally a disciple who was willing to move forward. He touched the beautiful neck of one side of the white crane and said to himself: " You said that when you met, can you feel a little stimulated in your heart?"

Bai He rubbed him a bit, got up and flew away, as if he was telling the real person in charge—what are you wishing for!

☆, Chapter 22

The next day, Cheng Qian left to learn spells with Yan Zhengming, which shocked the Fuyao faction.

A gān senior brother surrounded him, and they all asked the same question: "What? Have you been able to draw qi into your body?"

Cheng Qian rubbed his ears, and at first he couldn't help feeling a little complacent, but before Qiqing could show his face, he was already a step ahead, remembering the long and boundless cultivation path, and hurriedly poured a large basin of cold water on himself to calm his mind.

He was not intimidated, nodded humbly, and said lightly: "Well, it's a beginner."

The disciples had mixed reactions when they heard this.

Among them, the most normal is Li Yun.

Li Yun can't say he's not smart, and he has always been conceited and smart. Those who are indulged in other things and create their own gameplay are definitely not stupid, even if he doesn't care about business, he can learn swords with ease. Li Yun recently finally stopped playing with toads, and became addicted to playing with bugs.

However, he never imagined that a junior brother who started a year later than him would actually start one step ahead of himself, and his face and heart were not happy for a while. Li Yun silently put away his cricket cage, grasshopper cage... and a bottle of worm wine with unknown functions. After practicing swords that day, he went back to work hard, ignoring the fooling around with Han Yuan.

The real Mu Chun was very relieved to see it, knowing that Li Yun would be uncomfortable for a while, and everyone would be sad if he changed it, but the sadness was only temporary, and Cheng Qian's spurring effect on him was long-lasting.

It's a pity that before the master was satisfied, he found out that only Li Yun was the only one in the sect who had grown up.

For example, Han Yuan, who was being tortured to death by the meticulous sect rules, didn't feel anything.

Since Han Yuan heard Li Yun's nonsense and returned from a one-day trip to the Demon Valley, he has lost his desire to pursue a sense of qi, and only pursued eating, drinking, and having fun.

He thought, what's the hurry? Life is too short to play for a few years.

At this time, seeing that Cheng Qian, who had started with him, was able to inhale his qi into his body, Han Yuan was not envious, but rather gloated. Bad days are coming!"

So Han Yuan was picked up by the back of his neck with a wooden sword by the master and thrown out of the mission hall.

There is also his first disciple, the treasure of the town, Yan Zhengming saw that a table was added next to him, and an identical hourglass was placed next to him, and he said with some emotion: "I have been practicing swords for almost four years. The second time I feel a sense of anger, has it been a year since I got started with the small copper coins?"

Master Mu Chun thought that the young master was stimulated and was ready to work hard.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhengming just sighed casually, and immediately smiled wide-eyed and pretended to say: "Third Junior Brother, in the future, we can also 'seek each other's advice' like studying scriptures."

Cheng Qian replied without a smile: "Do you want me to do your spell practice together with two more milk cakes? Senior brother, stop dreaming."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

By the way, this little bastard has always regarded him as a humanoid key to the building! Now he can go on his own, and he doesn't even have the value of the key!

What is the dignity of the big brother?

In the first spell class, the master gave Cheng Qian a knife and a wooden sign. There were two lines on the top and bottom of the wooden sign, one inch apart in the middle. Carved a vertical mark one inch long.

"There will be a little resistance at first," the master said, "don't be afraid, take your time, your senior brother has carved an inch long mark, and it took a little half a year."

Yan Zhengming coughed awkwardly, feeling that he was not enough to be a role model.

It wasn't until he dropped the first knife that Cheng Qian realized that the spell was not so easy to engrave.

He noticed very early that the carving knife used by the brother to learn the spell is not an ordinary wood carving knife. The knife itself has a clear talisman, which is only for beginners.

Cheng Qianjian has read it in "Introduction to Spells" by the Jingle Building. People who are beginners in spells will not associate their power with spells, so they need such an auxiliary tool to bring them into the beginning.

And this introductory tool seems not to be easy to deal with. At the moment when the tip of the knife fell on the wood, Cheng Qian felt that the carving knife in his hand seemed to be a huge vortex, and it seemed that all the strength of the whole body was drawn out by it.