Cheng Qian finally couldn't bear it any longer, he put down his chopsticks with a slap, stood up and left.

Yan Zhengming said inexplicably: "Why are you going?"

"I can't think about it, I can't eat," Cheng Qian said, "Go to the backyard to practice swordsmanship."

Cheng Qian practiced swordsmanship for two hours in the morning and in the evening, rain or shine, and never cut corners.

But this day he suddenly felt that two hours was not enough, and wanted to practice outside for a night.

When he was exhausted and had no choice but to go back, he found that his room had been ruined by the eldest brother and turned into a pansi dòng.

And the big evil spirit sitting in the pan silk dòng didn't let him enter the door: "Wash away, are you going to lie down and sleep directly after sweating?"

Cheng Qian's expression told Yan Zhengming that he seemed to think that way, and he often did so, so Master Yan turned around and called Xueqing in without saying a word: "Change the order for me!"

As soon as Xueqing left, Cheng Qian shouted at him, "Can't you go back to your own place?"

Yan Zhengming said: "No, look at what the hell you look like now, I have to watch you these few days - do you practice swordsmanship so late every day?"

A blue vein jumped on Cheng Qian's forehead, ignoring his question: "I won't sleep with you!"

"Do you think I'd like to sleep with you?" Yan Zhengming said angrily, "The cutting board is softer than yours!"

Cheng Qian turned around and left: "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen to sleep on the cutting board, and the senior brother in charge will do it himself."

Yan Zhengming roared at the bewildered Taoists outside the door: "Take him down for me!"

Cheng Qian treats others, even the Daotong brought from Fuyao Mountain, with a somewhat distant and polite attitude. Of course, it is impossible to make a big deal with a Daotong who was inexplicably injured Chiyu, so he has no choice but to let Yan Zhengming succeed.

The brocade brought from Wenrou Township made Cheng Qian sneezed four times and tears came down. Yan Zhengming threw him a handkerchief in disgust and frowned, "Is there something wrong with your nose?"

Cheng Qian squeezed his handkerchief with two fingers, stretched out his arm and threw it away, and took out a book about spells and taboos: "I think there is something wrong with your brain."

Yan Zhengming pressed him face down into the quilt and snatched the spell book: "Sleep."

Cheng Qian: "Give it to me!"

The two of them made a fuss, and they didn't even feel sleepy at all.

A good book of "Spellings and Taboos" was almost torn in half. Finally, Cheng Qian let go of his love for this sect's classics. Yan Zhengming took the opportunity to throw the book aside and waved off the lights.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth in the dark, got into the quilt and covered his head, out of sight and out of mind.

Yan Zhengming, who had won the victory, put his hands behind his head, but his pride came too quickly, and Cheng Qian ignored him, so he lay flat on the bed and stared at the bed for a while.

After a long time, he suddenly said in silence: "I now know what it means to be 'walking on thin ice, like facing the abyss'."

Cheng Qian shrunk under the quilt and said nothing. Probably at this time, Yan Zhengming was the annoying "abyss" for him.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and continued to take care of himself: "There is a scripture hall after Xianshi, and many loose cultivators will take this opportunity to come to study. The second and fourth junior brothers have not even entered the door to introduce qi into the body, so I just want to stay, at least lay a foundation... We can't just go back to Fuyao Mountain with no roots and no base."

It is clearly a sect with a name, a surname and a history, but like a rootless cultivator, he needs to learn some tricks in the lecture hall of others.

"I have promised the island owner, but I don't want to be attached to Qinglong Island." Yan Zhengming paused, then added as if he was trying to convince someone, "Really not."

Cheng Qian had emerged from the quilt at some point, and looked at him quietly with his face turned sideways.

Cheng Qian's face hadn't opened yet, but it had already lost weight first, and only a pair of eyes remained. The inner gaze was firm and rock-solid, but the outer shape was still childlike clear and immature.

"When I was as old as him, what was going on?"

Yan Zhengming thought about it, he looked at Cheng Qian, his heart was soft and unpleasant, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Ten years, at most ten years, we will go back."

But after saying this, he regretted it, Yan Zhengming turned his head in pain, stopped looking at Cheng Qian, and quickly backtracked: "I'll just say it casually, it's best if you can go back, if you can't go back and pull it down, don't be too much. letter."

...Well, if he can be trusted, the sows can climb trees.

Sometimes, a person or a small group of people may experience the collapse of the sky and the earth, but the light will not stop because of anyone, and everything in the world is still in a hurry.

While the youths of the Fuyao faction were anxiously looking for a way out, the immortal city of Qinglong Island started as scheduled.

The so-called "Immortal Market" on Qinglong Island is a once-in-a-ten-year gathering. A long street of more than ten miles has been opened on the island. Medicines, spells, magic weapons, secret books, etc. can be easily traded here. The major sects will bring a new generation of disciples, and some disciples will be able to travel alone, or even go together after the end of the fairy market.

In addition to this, the most eye-catching is the "Qinglong Meeting", which is eagerly awaited by the scattered cultivators all over the world.

The Lecture Hall on Qinglong Island is the most desirable place for all sectarian cultivators. There are countless unnamed cultivators who have entered, and those who want to try their luck or mortals will come here, hoping to get the guidance of famous teachers. Orthodox practice.

The outstanding ones will also be accepted by Qinglong Island. Even if they can't officially worship Qinglong Island, they will be able to get started after practicing for a few years in the lecture hall. With a skill, they will be able to travel the world on their own to find opportunities.

Of course, the Lecture Hall cannot accommodate so many people. After layers of screening, only one or two of a hundred people can finally enter the Lecture Hall.

Like the Fuyao faction, it seems that the island owner personally opened the back door, otherwise they may not be able to pass the Qinglong exam.

When Xianshi first opened, under the instigation of Han Yuan, a few people went to see the excitement.

Xianshi Street is very interesting. There are many mortals in it. At first glance, it is almost impossible to tell which is a monk and which is a mortal. However, Jiāo Liu or Jiāo are easy to change, and the two are clearly distinguished - Yan Zhengming soon discovered that only ordinary people Talents use gold and silver, and monks usually require barter.

Even if Yan Zhengming and the others carry thousands of taels of silver, they can only buy mortal things on the streets of Xianshi, and the cultivator's magic weapon is not to be thought of.

The Qinglong Test was held on the Qinglong Platform at the end of the Fairy City.

"Qinglongtai" covers an area of ​​only three or four feet square, but I don't know what secret method is used. When I walk up to it, I can see that it is too big. It can even pretend to go down mountains, rivers and seas, etc., which can be faked. Tang Wanqiu and other cultivators stood around the Qinglong Terrace, presumably to maintain the order of the test.

Loose cultivators who are conceited about their cultivation can go up to the arena to compete with others, while those who are completely uninitiated can choose an illusion to enter the trial to examine their character, will, aptitude, and so on.

In order to be fair, everyone can stand on the sidelines again.

When Yan Zhengming and the others finally found a place in the teahouse around Qinglongtai, they caught up with two cultivators, one with a knife and the other with a sword. Different from the battle of the great demons they encountered at sea, in this level of competition, you can see clearly every move you come and go.

The sword-wielding man's sword moves are very fancy and agile, and he must have some kung fu. The swordsman, who had been invisible for a long time, suddenly seized a flaw in the opponent, stabbed his arm with all his might, and stabbed his thick-backed sword straight into the swordsman's sword move. Picked up the swordsman's sword.

The crowd cheered loudly.

Han Yuan said to Yan Zhengming enviously: "Elder brother, when can we change to the real sword?"

Yan Zhengming stared at the stage intently, and said casually, "Wait until you don't smash your feet with the wooden sword."

Cheng Qian Qian smiled and said to Han Yuan: "Master said that the sword I sent is different from other swords, and it will take a few years."

After he finished speaking, he remembered the wooden sword in Master's hand that was shaking like a needle in the sea, and couldn't help but add: "Besides, as long as the sword has the meaning, the wooden sword is not necessarily inferior to the iron sword..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yun suddenly pulled him and warned in a low voice, "Xiao Qian, don't talk nonsense!"

Cheng Qian was stunned, raised his head, and saw a dark-faced man next to him looking at him coldly.

Cheng Qian was very inexplicable, and with his eyes met, the man stood up, looked down at Cheng Qian condescendingly, and said, "The wooden sword is not as good as the iron sword - I heard what this little brother meant, it must be Do you have a deep understanding of kendo?"

At this time, the loose cultivator swordsman who had just been defeated came down from the Qinglong Terrace, walked directly to the black-faced man, and called out, "Brother."

Cheng Qian immediately understood what was going on. He thought to himself, this is really new, can't he blame the pit for shit?

Obviously, at this point, Han Yuan and him are very close to each other, and the little beggar can't see others bullying his little brother, so he immediately stepped forward, and the dirty words of the street urchin have already reached his mouth.

It's just that before he had time to spray, Li Yun quickly grabbed him: "Don't cause trouble!"

Yan Zhengming reached out and stopped the reluctant Cheng Qian behind him, lazily cupped his hands at the other party, and said, "The child is open to saying that the briquettes are white, and Xiongtai smiled and said, please. ."

Talking about briquettes in front of the black charcoal... Li Yun was exhausted for a while after hearing this. He knew that the big brother's original intention was to calm things down, but once he said this, he didn't know what to do, just like that. Like a provocation.

Born to be slapped in the face - what kind of special talent is this?

The black-faced man's face turned even darker. His eliminated brother whispered in his ear for a moment, and the black-faced man's eyes fell on the wooden sword in Cheng Qian's hand.