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"What?" Cheng Qian was stunned, "Did you lose it?"
Yan Zhengming turned his back to him and asked in a hoarse voice, "I can't even get up, what swordsman are you looking at?"
"Master said that we have continued the bloodline of the Fuyao School," Cheng Qian said. "Even if we can't get up, our bloodline will not be brokenand Master also said, let me practice swords well in the future."
Yan Zhengming stood there for a long time, suddenly turned around, walked back in two steps, and took Cheng Qian, who was leaning on his head, into his arms.
The head Yin was stuck on his collarbone, and it was painful for his life. He thought: "Fuck his mother's school is scattered, I am the head of the Fuyao school, I'm not dead yet!"
He hugged so tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving straw, his whole body was trembling with tension. For a while, Cheng Qian thought he was crying.
However, he waited for a long time, and he did not wait for the expected tears, but only for a word from the senior brother in his ear.
"It's okay," Yan Zhengming said, "It's okay, Xiao Qian, there is a senior brother here."
Chapter 33
Holding a pile of tattered books in Li Yun's arms, he stumbled firmly on the threshold of Cheng Qian's door, and almost flew out with the tatters in his arms, but before he could make a sound, someone had already taken care of him. He let out a terrifying ghost cry—in the room, Cheng Qian was holding a needle, picking the blood blisters on Yan Zhengming's hand one by one.
Cheng Qian's methods of dealing with blood blisters are very neat, one needle in, one pick and one pinch, three strokes and five divisions, never dragging his feet, ravaged his delicate senior senior brother to the point of pain: "Take it easy! Cheng Qian Are you born with a big bag! Ah—"
Cheng Qian said indifferently: "No, I may be a pig butcher."
"You unfilial thing... ouch!" Yan Zhengming almost jumped up from his chair, "What kind of bird sword, I will never practice again!"
Li Yun hurriedly closed the door that was knocked open by himself, to prevent the last bit of face of the Fuyao faction from sweeping the street.
Young Master Yan... No, Sect Master Yan, this is the first time in his life that he was bruised by a wooden sword. Lose face in front of the younger brother.
Han Yuan looked at him terrifiedly against the corner, his expression seemed to have a shadow on his swordsmanship.
"I got this from Qinglong Island," Li Yun put the pile of rubbish he turned over on the table, trying to ignore the tragic snort of the head, and explained, "This is the island chronicle on Qinglong Island, which records Some of the major events that have occurred in the major immortals over the years, some of which mentioned us."
Han Yuan stretched his neck and asked, "And us? How do you say it?"
"The earliest record is that when Qinglong Island was built, it was said that an elder from Fuyao brought two disciples to congratulate him on his behalf." Li Yun said, "The first one mentioned in the list seems to be very honorable... "
Yan Zhengming "hiss" for a breath of cold air, and half-deadly waved his hand to interrupt him: "Not to mention the scenery of the ancestors, let's talk about the lost family."
Li Yun buried his head and writhed for a while: "I remember... oh, the sixth-generation head of the Fuyao sect, I don't know why, after a certain fairy market ended, he suddenly announced that the sect wanted to be jīngjian, and each person could only accept two A disciple. Later, his successor personally overthrew this rule, took in eighteen disciples in one breath, and became a group in order to become the head of the family.
"Is there anything else?" Yan Zhengming took out the head print from his neck and asked, "Who do you want to fight? Hurry up and take it, I won't suffer here anymore, I'm going to pack up and go home."
No one pays attention to him.
Li Yun lay on the pile of old papers, and then rummaged: "I guess it was from that time that the sect rules began to stipulate that there should be no infighting among the disciples, and later... Later, it seemed that there were many demon cultivators in the sect, and Guang ranked in the north. There are only two of them..."
Cheng Qian: "Three."
Li Yun sighed: "Well, forget it - it's easy to say if you take a fork in the road, it is recorded that there is a senior in this sect who believes in the technique of astrology, and believes that kung fu and swordsmanship are all small skills, and he will not teach his disciples anything else in his life. In his generation, the Swinging Wooden Sword was almost lost, and there was a senior who loved to travel. It is said that when he was in charge of the sect, his closed disciples only saw him once in their entire lives... But the one who really made the Swinging Sect hidden from the eyes of the world was the master. , I didn't write about the master here, only said that he was in seclusion all the year round, and he didn't communicate with anyone, and every time the fairy city sent disciples, that is, the master and... who came over."
When Li Yun said this, he raised his head and said, "Oh, I really don't talk about it. In fact, the Fuyao faction was still the first of the ten famous schools."
Yan Zhengming obeyed: "I can hear it. Our faction has a long history. Over the years, it has been rich in demons and all kinds of freaks, and it is also famous. I think it can survive until now, and it is not sure which dead ancestor will bless it."
Han Yuan asked frowning: "What should I do? Pack up your luggage and go home?"
Cheng Qian and Li Yun looked up at him together,
Han Yuan exclaimed aggrievedly: "I didn't mention it, it was the senior brother who said it!"
"Just now, the Lord of Qinglong Island called me to see him and invited us to stay on the island for a while," Yan Zhengming announced slowly, leaning on a table, "He said that after the Fairy City, the great master on the island will give a lecture. Don, he has reserved a place for us."
Li Yun asked anxiously, "How long is a period of time? Aren't we going back to Fuyao Mountain?"
"I'm not sure," Yan Zhengming said sharply, "Then Zhenren Tang seemed to be asking for food for twenty or thirty years, and they also said that she was just traveling for a while."
Li Yun involuntarily bit his nails and said, "But I heard people say that the island owner has not asked about the world for many years, why did he suddenly come forward and leave us?"
Yan Zhengming said: "I don't know, it is said that he used to have a relationship with Master."
For so many years, Yan Zhengming has been raised in the deep mountains and has not been known to the people in the mountains. Before he set off, the master said to him, and all of them were ignored by him. When he rushed to Qinglong Island at this time, he basically knew nothing, and he didn't know anything. Dare to talk a lot and ask more questions, and often think about things, and after a period of time, it is simply exhausting.
"Bronze coin," Yan Zhengming kicked Cheng Qian, "put down your broken carving knife, look up, and say something."
Cheng Qian was interrupted by him, his hands were full of anger, and the talisman was useless.
He very frugally changed to an ordinary knife, scraped off the notch on it, and said flatly, "What did you say?"
Ever since he escaped from the Wangyou Valley with a puddle, Cheng Qian seemed to have nothing else to do. All day long, besides practicing swordsmanship, he was practicing martial arts. Whenever he came to him, he would definitely hold a wooden sword in his hand. and one of the carving knives.
Because of this, Yan Zhengming tried to stop him several times without success, and almost quarreled with him, but unfortunately he didn't take it seriously.
Only then did Yan Zhengming feel how helpless the master was to them.
Cheng Qian cleaned up the sawdust and said calmly, "What do we have to be remembered about? The beauty of the head senior brother? You should be less affectionate."
These hard and cold words made his brothers and sisters feel ashamed, and ended the short meeting with great success. Li Yun and Yan Zhengming looked at each other helplessly, not knowing what to do with these three junior brothers. .
After all, none of them saw Master's soul fly away with their own eyes.
Yan Zhengming winked at Li Yun, Li Yun understood and led Han Yuan away.
Yan Zhengming stayed in Cheng Qian's house alone, took out a recent record about the Fuyao faction, and watched it silently. The two didn't pay attention to anyone until it was dark, and Xueqing came in with a food box. He glanced at Yan Zhengming who was still unwilling to leave in surprise: "Young... Sect Master."
"Let them bring my things over here," Yan Zhengming commanded calmly, ignoring Cheng Qian's "why haven't you got out yet" expression, "I will live here for a few days."
Cheng Qianman's casual expression began to crack.
Yan Zhengming didn't even look at him, and said to Xue Qing, "I'm afraid he can't think of anything, so I'll watch him here for a few days."
Cheng Qian seemed to be full before he had eaten, and after a long while, he said, "Senior brother is thinking too much, I think quite a bit."
"I have the final say on this." Yan Zhengming briefly dismissed his words, and at the same time stood up and moved around. Under the eyes of Cheng Qian's impending disaster, he was ready to toss him.
He seems to already have the secret recipe for being the head of the sect - when he is practicing swordsmanship, he has to pack up his luggage, and he only remembers the seal of the sect master when he is making a fortune.
"By the way, call a few people here," Yan Zhengming said, "sweep the floor, can't you see the hair on the floor - and my incense burner moved in, and asked Xiaoyue'er to make incense."
Before Cheng Qian could make a sound, Yan Zhengming had already completed the whole process of occupying the magpie's nest, and then picked Cheng Qian up by the back of his head and threw him beside the dining table, saying, "Ready to eat."
Cheng Qian silently reached out to touch the chopsticks, but before he touched it, he was slapped by Yan Zhengming.
"Clean hands." Yan Zhengming frowned.
The Daotong didn't go out, so Cheng Qian couldn't directly attack the senior brother who had just become the head of the sect in front of them. He had to stare at the other party for a moment, dipped his hand in the water basin viciously, and touched the tea bowl on the side.
...and was slapped off by Yan Zhengming.
Yan Zhengming: "Drinking tea before eating a bite of rice, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Qian: "..."
He had a hunch that the day would not be good.
"Cool first and then heat, how can there be hot and cold dishes to eat instead?"
"If you haven't run out of rice, who asked you to serve cakes?"
"What? You eat and drink soup in a bowl?"
"What the hell, this eggplant isn't peeled! Are the unpeeled eggplants for people to eat?"