Yan Zhengming interrupted him and said, "No! Impossible! Stop dreaming! That evil book has been burned by me!"

Cheng Qian: "...I want to ask you what you mean by the phrase 'jianxiu one step, one heart demon', what do you think?"

Only then did Sect Master Yan, who saves others by himself, realize that not everyone is as keen as he is to not learn well, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to turn his head back. Sword cultivators are fierce and murderous. In the early stage, they focus on forging the body and ignoring the mind. It is not obvious at first, but later on, the more likely they are to suffer from inner demons. This is what my master told me when I was getting started. He said 'the same cultivation level' When it comes to the realm, sword cultivation is the top one, so this path is also very difficult to walk, cultivation is even more difficult, and there is more pain."

When he said this, the corners of his tense mouth finally showed a faint smile: "When I heard this, my first reaction was to beg Master to abolish my sense of anger, and I was determined not to be a sword cultivator, and I must change it. A separate way comes in."

He rarely brought up the past on his own initiative, Cheng Qian listened quietly, feeling like what a senior brother could say.

"Later, the master scared me and said that it's okay to get rid of the qi, but this process is no different from rolling nails and putting oil in a frying pan. A lot of gān that can't survive will kick their legs and die. After a hundred, you don't need to care where you enter the Tao." Yan Zhengming laughed at himself, "I actually believed his nonsense, and I weighed it myself. Although practicing swordsmanship is painful, it is better than death, so I had to compromise."

Cheng Qian stared at his back, and following his voice, he couldn't help thinking of the scene when he first saw Yan Zhengming.

Wenrou Township is more demonic than Qun Yaogu. He first saw Senior Brother with that demonic aura, and at that time he thought: "This person is really good-looking."

But the next moment, his thoughts became: "This person is really not a thing."

"Then you..." Cheng Qian raised his hand and lightly rubbed his eyebrows, "When did it start?"

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while: "I don't know."

Is it the Suzaku Tower? Or the former Fuyao Villa? Or a hundred years of separation... or even on Qinglong Island when you were young and frivolous?

Thinking about it like this, feel a lot of confusion, and can't figure it out.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Cheng Qian with all his feelings, stretched out his hand to smooth the messy hair on his forehead, and said softly, "I don't know, don't ask."

Cheng Qian turned the topic with kindness and said, "I don't know how long we have been trapped here, how is Taiyin Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming: "Tianyan is running out of ammunition and food. Han Yuan is estimated to be at the end of the game. No one can control who. I am afraid that after the demonic formation, Tianyan will have no follow-up."

Cheng Qian was silent, he didn't know it clearly, but after experiencing it with his own eyes, he realized that if there wasn't Tian Yanchu's rebellion and secretly changing the formation, if they didn't happen to be involved, if it wasn't for Li Yun who happened to have a real dragon in his hand. The flag, no one can break through the battle single-handedly.

Wu Changtian set traps outside Fuyao Mountain, not just to weaken Han Yuan's combat power, it was a killing game.

Now that the Demon Slaying Array is broken, I am afraid that there is nothing in Tianyan that can stop Han Yuan's footsteps. He will go straight into the Taihang Mountains and slaughter all the monks who are trying to block his path. Then he will go north to the capital to report him and The enmity between Tianyanchu and the mortal court——

"Tianyan's execution is more than innocent." Yan Zhengming said, "The one who sits on the dragon chair in the capital - I absolutely don't believe that he is a mortal. He calls himself "Long Live" every day, and he can tolerate his old age and glory with gray beard for decades. Do you have a long history in just one Tianyan place? Impossible."

Cheng Qian: "A monk doesn't ask about mundane matters. It's basically a convention. It's easy to get distracted by mundane trivial matters. If he's not top-notch, it will definitely hinder his cultivation. How can he be an emperor and want to live forever?"

"The royal family has money, and some channels, as much as you want for exercises and medicinal pills, but if you can't make it, you can take medicines," Yan Zhengming said, "Besides, didn't you hear what Wu Changtian meant? Tian Yan must be constrained by the imperial court. What kind of people, how can they be controlled by mortals who feel that they are extremely righteous and regard human life as a must? Anyway, these people love to die, and they have nothing to do with us, but Han Yuan led the group of demons to the north, killing evil. It must be serious, shall we kill him or not?"

At this moment, Yan Zhengming paused in his footsteps. He looked in one direction and saw a faint light coming from there.

The white feather that led the way entered directly following the light, and after walking in the direction of the light source for about a stick of incense, the sight suddenly became clear.

I saw a stone step jumping in front of my eyes.

The stone steps are either on the mountain or on the floor, layer by layer. But the stone steps here are nothing, the layers are drawn out of thin air, like the sky, and the end can't be seen at a glance.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that the real essence in his body seemed to be suppressed by some unknown force, and he truly became a mortal for a while, standing under the stone steps, like insects and ants.

Cheng Qian: "This is..."

Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "It seems that I don't regret it."

No regrets that the height of the platform is 180,000 steps. All the people here are like mortals, and they must go up step by step by themselves. For the first time, Cheng Qian knows what it means to break the neck. Ordinary people are already afraid just by looking up. Not to mention going up in person.

Yan Zhengming tentatively took a step up the steps, but before he could stand firm, a gust of wind blew over him. He realized that when his body-protecting essence was no longer there, the gust of wind was already in front of him, and Yan Zhengming hurriedly took a step back. Turning down from the stone steps, Rao was agile, but one of his sleeves was still scratched.

How did Tong Ru get up there!

Both of them were horrified, Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "I thought Shizu was generally insane, but I didn't expect him to be so inconceivable!"

However, Cheng Qian remembered his few contacts with Lord Beiming. At that time, he was still young and could not see how powerful Lord Beiming was. Only at this time did he realize the gap between himself and his ancestor. .

He was in a trance when Yan Zhengming suddenly tapped in his ear, and Cheng Qian woke up after a while.

"I know what you're thinking," Yan Zhengming said, "when he came out of the Sansheng Secret Realm, he was already insane. A lunatic is different from an ordinary person. You can't walk the way he walks, not necessarily because of how powerful he is. "

He lowered his head and glanced at his sleeves and said with a smile: "This is really a broken sleeve. I don't regret it very much, don't stay here anymore."

Cheng Qian put one hand down by his side, tapped the scabbard of the frost blade lightly, and said as he walked, "If it were you, would you ask the piece of your wish to come true at the stage without regret?"

Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "I really know how to ask."

If the obsession in his heart didn't coincide with Tong Ru, how could his consciousness be attached to Tong Ru in the head seal?

If he doesn't know what it's like to go crazy, why would he mention his cultivation base on Suo Xiantai, and break in without any care?

Of course, these words are inconvenient to mention to Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming, who said one thing and did another, said righteously: "Of course not, the joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows, the happiness and perfection, are the normal state of the world, since you have not yet ascended to immortality, you are still a mortal, if you know it yourself, you should Understand that since it is a mortal body, how can everything go according to one’s heart, and there are always times when the strength is not enough, and it is not necessarily a practice to seek and not get it, if everything is extreme and perfect, it will definitely not last long.”

How majestic...

Cheng Qian heard no answer, turned his head and smiled, but was still sharply caught by Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at what you say is better than singing." Cheng Qian revealed relentlessly, "I just didn't know who was trapped in the demon and couldn't get out."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

"You shut up now and I don't care about you." Yan Zhengming turned around, stood two steps away, and hung the second half of the unspoken sentence on the corner of his eyebrows - "Come over and apologize."

Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment, and said in his mind, "If this temper is fueled, what will happen in the future?"

Immediately, he secretly shook his head again: "Forget it, isn't it always this virtue?"

Cheng Qian cupped his hands in a perfunctory manner and said, "Yes, there are a lot of senior brothers, and you can say it as well as you sing - by the way, if this is the back mountain of Fuyao Mountain, can we go back from here?"

"I think too much," Sect Master Yan said with a big tail, "Fuyao Mountain is Fuyao Mountain, and Heart Demon Valley is Heart Demon Valley. Although the two live next to each other, they are not sealed together... Huh?"

As soon as he said this, he saw that there was actually a door behind the stage. Yan Zhengming's voice got stuck for a while, and he said to himself, "This crow's mouth slaps his face as soon as he says it, won't he really be able to pass?"

The feathers that led the way in the Sect Master Yin fluttered down to the door and disappeared. There was a small groove on the door, which was exactly the same as the Sect Master Seal.

Yan Zhengming tentatively untied the seal of the head, and carefully stuffed it into the groove, tightly fitting, as if they had grown together.

At this time, a deafening rumbling sounded, and a large stone gate with a height of ten feet showed its shape and slowly opened.

Three wooden plaques suddenly flew out of the door, engraved with the words "heaven", "earth" and "people". Yan Zhengming wanted to grab it, but he just stretched out his hand to the "heaven" plaque, and the other two There is a tendency to retreat, which means that only one of the three can be chosen.

"If you choose the 'Tian' card, will you be able to ascend to the sky immediately?" Yan Zhengming laughed, "Do you choose?"

Cheng Qian kept silent, looked at him with a little smile, and saw Yan Zhengming muttered uncomfortably, "Don't always seduce me."

After he finished speaking, he took off the "people" sign without thinking, and only heard the sound of "Kara", and the head seal automatically fell off the big stone door and went straight back to his neck. The next moment, the wooden signThere was a sudden blazing white light on the top, and the Buregaitai and the strange stone gates all went away. There were countless people and voices flashing in front of my eyes, noisily.