When the moon was on the willow shoot, Yan Zhengming, who got the news, came over.

He came alone, without Li Yun and Han Yuan, not even Daotong, the car pulled by Shendiao had not stopped before landing, Yan Zhengming had already lifted the curtain and jumped off.

Frightened for the past few days, Yan Zhengming had brewed a belly of evil fire, but when he saw Cheng Qian's blood-stained appearance, half of the prepared fire flew away, and then he didn't see Master, and immediately the other half was gone. The smoke disappeared.

Yan Zhengming ran over in three steps and two steps, first hurriedly caught the puddle that fell into his arms, then pulled Cheng Qian up, and asked repeatedly, "What's going on? How did you do this? These days, you guys Where did you go? Where is the master? Why did he leave the two of you here alone?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, just stared at him blankly.

Yan Zhengming's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Xiao Qian, what's going on?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, his eyes slid across Yan Zhengming's face, and swept around the unfamiliar monks around him.

After all, the monks on Qinglong Island were from all backgrounds, so they consciously backed away when they knew that there was something to be said between their apprentices and brothers.

Only then did Cheng Qian let out a sigh of relief, and with his uninjured hand, he took out a small seal from his arms, handed it to Yan Zhengming, and said inaudibly, "This is the seal of the head, Senior Brother, Master let me bring it to you."

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and then he reacted. He took a step back suddenly, and the blood on his face suddenly faded.

He looked at the seal held on Cheng Qian's palm covered with blood and dust, as if he had seen a flood, and his eyes were almost terrified for a while.

The words behind Cheng Qian blocked his last retreat.

"Master is dead," Cheng Qian said. "He said that you will be the head of the Fuyao faction in the future."

"No..." Yan Zhengming shook his head instinctively, pushed Cheng Qian away in a panic, and said incoherently, "I don't...you, you, take this away, don't give it to me! What nonsense, how could Master die?"

Cheng Qian: "I was the one who watched him lose his mind."

"Impossible!" Yan Zhengming's eyes widened, he couldn't say anything, he just blindly denied, "Impossible!"

This time, Cheng Qian didn't answer, he kept handing out the head seal, looking at Yan Zhengming deeply, the sadness on his face was so heavy that it seemed that it should never appear on a young man.

"It's true," he murmured, "Senior brother, it's true..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Qian's head suddenly slumped to the side weakly, and the whole person fell down without warning.

Yan Zhengming subconsciously stretched out his hand to support him, but he didn't know where he touched, and immediately a shocking bloodstain was rubbed on his snow-white sleeve.

Cheng Qian's body was cold, and Yan Zhengming almost felt that he was out of breath. He hurriedly turned Cheng Qian over and stretched out two fingers to probe Cheng Qian's breath, but his hands were shaking too much, and he felt For a long time, was stunned that there was no reason to come out.

Shuideng usually doesn't make much noise, but after all, she can't speak, so she can't express herself at this time, she can only cry - in the past few days, she has almost finished crying all the tears she has saved in her life.

Yan Zhengming's ears were buzzing, and his mind was even more blank. He held Cheng Qian's hand tightly, and the seal on the palm of his hand was as cold as ice. The mouth will only repeat mechanically: "Don't cry, puddle, don't cry."

He didn't know how long he knelt on the ground stiffly, maybe a long time, maybe just in the blink of an eye, someone grabbed his shoulder and shook it a few times, Yan Zhengming raised his head blankly and saw an unknown Qinglong The island cultivator was looking at him worriedly.

Yan Zhengming felt that his face must be uglier than a ghost, because he found that the cultivator seemed to have misunderstood something, and subconsciously did the same thing as him - reached out to probe Cheng Qian's breath, and for a moment, the cultivator was relieved and raised his head. He started and said: "There is still anger. I have medicinal pills and wound medicines there. Don't worry, it may not be that serious."

Yan Zhengming nodded, then bit his tongue ruthlessly, the sharp stinging pain and the bloody aura rushed towards his brows, he finally came back from the chaos and tried his best to calm down. He quietly took the head seal from Cheng Qian's hand, held it in his hand, leaned over to pick up Cheng Qian, and said to Shuikang, "Can you go by yourself?"

Puddle cautiously stood on tiptoe and stretched out his arm, grabbing a corner of his clothes.

Yan Zhengming sat on the carriage pulled by Shendiao and returned to Qinglong Island all day and overnight. He was completely helpless and could hardly breathe. Intellectually, he knew that most of what Cheng Qian said was true. The master had always been more than coddled to them, but not strict enough. As long as he had a breath, he would never have left Cheng Qian and the puddle in such a dangerous place.

Li Yun and Han Yuan waited eagerly on Qinglong Island, and when they saw him coming back, they immediately swarmed up.

"What happened to Xiao Qian?"

"What about Master?"

"Yes, why didn't Master come back together?"

"Where did you find them?"

"I don't know!" Yan Zhengming strode over to the two junior brothers, and was so annoyed that he almost wanted to shout, "Don't ask me, don't make a noise! ​​Wait until he wakes up!"

But Cheng Qian was in a coma all the time, and the injury was one aspect. For three or four days in Wangyou Valley, he was carrying a puddle, and he must have never dared to close his eyes.

Yan Zhengming guarded him every step of the way. At the beginning, he waited eagerly for Cheng Qian to wake up, and couldn't wait to know what happened in Wangyou Valley, but the more he went on, the more scared he became.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered that Cheng Qian was covered in blood, looked at him deeply, and told him that his master was dead, which kept him up at night.

In the extreme anxiety, Yan Zhengming naturally had an idea in his heart, he thought: "I will pick my son to go home, and forget it as a young master."

As soon as the thought appeared, it took over all his thoughts.

Yes, anyway, what he has in his family is money, and it is enough to live a mortal life for several decades.

As for the apprentices and brothers, he can take them home together. Those who are willing to continue to practice martial arts should practice martial arts, and those who are willing to study will be sent to take the exam. Isn't it just a matter of how many pairs of chopsticks there are at home?

Be the head-don't be kidding, the only thing he can do in his life is to be a young master!

Yan Zhengming thought to himself that he couldn't even engrave a basic spell well, and he was able to practice the basic swordsmanship with two or five eyes. Not to mention those great powers, any Taoist boy on Qinglong Island who served tea and water was better than him. Wei Gao, let him be the head, what can he do?

Yan Zhengming thought so, he stood up immediately and called in a Taoist boy who was serving him: "ocher, ocher!"

Daotong Ochre trotted all the way to him: "Master."

"Bring a pen and paper, I'm going to send a letter to my family." Yan Zhengming quickly instructed, "Pack up our luggage and get the boat ready. When Xiao Qian wakes up, I will go to the island owner to bid farewell."

Ochre was stunned: "Master, are we going back to Fuyao Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming: "What are you going back to Fuyao Mountain? Go home!"

Ochre was taken aback: "Master, that sect..."

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "There is no Fuyao sect anymore, the sect is scattered, understand? Hurry up, it's just a few days."

The ochre ran away in a dreadful dismay.

Cheng Qian woke up, two days later, as soon as he moved, a hand was placed on his forehead, and a familiar scent of orchid came up, and the smell was a lot dim for some reason, Cheng Qian gently opened He opened his mouth and called silently, "Senior brother."

His voice was so hoarse, he didn't say anything.

Yan Zhengming helped him up and brought him a bowl of water without saying a word.

Cheng Qian finished drinking in one breath, and then asked in a trance, "Where is the little junior sister?"

Yan Zhengming said: "At Xiaoyue'er, there are girls watching."

Cheng Qian dazedly pinched his eyebrows, and asked again, "The seal of the head... Yes, there is also the seal of the head, did I give it to you?"

Yan Zhengming took out a rope from his neck, with the small head print attached to it.

Cheng Qian's confused and tense expression finally loosened a little, and his face showed a bit of fatigue.

The Fuyao faction is juggling every day. The older ones don't know how to let the younger ones, and the younger ones don't know how to respect their elder brothers. It seems that the two of them quarreled and quarreled just yesterday, but now facing each other, it seems like a lifetime.

Yan Zhengming sighed and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Qian shook his head. He leaned against Chuáng's hair for a while, and then he said in the silence of the room, "Me, Junior Sister and Master, the reason why we got there was because we drew the wrong talisman that day."

Yan Zhengming didn't interrupt him, and sat quietly on the side, listening to him talk about the ins and outs from beginning to end.

Cheng Qian didn't have much energy, and he spoke intermittently. It took a stick of incense to make it clear. After Yan Zhengming heard it, he didn't speak for a long time.

The candle flower jumped, and the flames were a little scorching. Yan Zhengming came back to his senses and tried his best to straighten up. For a while, he only felt that the head print on his neck weighed more than 1,000 kilograms and was about to bend his neck.

He stood up, put a hand on Cheng Qian's head gently, and said in the gentlest tone of his life, "I'll have someone bring you a bowl of porridge, eat a little, and then take medicine."

Cheng Qian nodded obediently.

Yan Zhengming turned around and walked out, thinking to himself, "Okay, I know what's going on, he's also awake, and he can go home tomorrow morning."

It's great to go home, clothes come to open your hands, meals come to open your mouth, you don't have to get up early to practice swords, and you don't have to practice at night...

Just when Yan Zhengming walked to the door with a lot of thought, Cheng Qian suddenly said, "Wait, Senior Brother, I haven't lost my book, have you? Can you let someone bring me those swordsmen?"

Yan Zhengming's hand that had touched the door suddenly stopped, he stood there with his back to Cheng Qian, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.