There is a saying that slaps people without slaps in the face, this slap in the face is shocking, and everyone is almost in an uproar.

Even the scholar with the folding fan in his hand was stunned: "What a mean brat."

Cheng Qian succeeded with one blow, and he already regretted it a little, feeling that he had the suspicion of making things worse.

Therefore, he didn't dare to do anything, he just took back the wooden sword expressionlessly, the tip of the sword hangs down vertically to show respect, folded his hands, bowed his head and said in apology, "I've offended you, thank you brother for your advice."

The loose swordsman covered his face and was speechless. The scholar with the folding fan in his hand raised his eyebrows, took his Sansi folding fan back into his palm, and commented thoughtfully, "It's so venomous, it's quite restrained, and it's interesting."

When Cheng Qian lowered his eyes, he glanced at Qinglongtai from the corner of his eye, and saw several guardians were listening to each other, Tang Wanqiu even showed a little smile, and then he wiped the cold sweat from his palm onto the hilt of the sword, I feel that I can reluctantly be regarded as a successful retirement.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's make less troubles and offend people in the future."

But this was obviously not over yet. Although Cheng Qian apologized earnestly, when he turned around with the wooden sword in hand, there was still a roar that did not sound like a human voice behind him.

"Stop little bastard!"

Then, behind him, there was a screeching "woo", and Cheng Qian instinctively ducked to the other side, but someone in front of him blocked his way impartially. wooden sword.

At this moment, a hand grabbed his elbow violently, Cheng Qian's center of gravity was tilted, and he slammed into the man's chest, only to hear two clear metal collisions in his ears, a sound of cracking silk, and Cheng Qian's pupils shrank suddenly. ——The loose cultivator swordsman who was slapped in the face in public, in his righteous indignation, drew his sword behind him and slashed, Cheng Qian was pulled away by the senior brother who suddenly rushed out.

Yan Zhengming's sword, which Yan Zhengming didn't have time to unsheath, knocked the loose swordsman's sword sideways. But the black charcoal brother of the loose cultivator took advantage of this time and threw a piece of silver with strength. It hit the tail of Yan Zhengming's sword. Yan Zhengming's sword slipped in his hand. He turned a corner and slashed Yan Zhengming's shoulder.

Cheng Qian's eyes instantly turned red.

Yan Zhengming was bào angry at first, but before he had time to get angry, he had already been defeated by the sharp pain of "serious injury" - his next move was originally to draw a sword and slash, but it failed to take shape, because he felt that half of his body was injured There is no strength left.

Of course, outsiders don't know the reason for this, but in the eyes of others, this overly young Sect Master Yan is just holding his saber motionless, showing the sophistication that is rare among young people.

Yan Zhengming calmly took a long breath, and then slowly said, "I've learned a lot today."

When things got to this point, Tang Wanqiu, who was beside Qinglong Terrace, finally spoke up.

It was inconvenient for her to leave the Qinglong Terrace, and she stood far away, but her voice came word by word, as if it exploded in the ears of everyone: "The eliminated people in the Qinglong meeting leave the arena as soon as possible, and they are not allowed to stay in the arena to make trouble. Where!"

Seeing that the people from Qinglong Island had come out to speak, the two scattered brothers looked at each other, but did not dare to continue to challenge, stared at Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming viciously, and disappeared into the crowd and left.

Yan Zhengming let out a soft hiss, put down Cheng Qian, and said in a low voice, "Go."

Cheng Qian clenched the corner of his sleeve tightly, the brocade clothes almost made holes in his fingers, and he said in Yan Zhengming's ear, "I want their lives."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback, reluctantly restrained his grinning expression, and asked with a paralyzed face, "What did you say?"

Cheng Qian glanced at his bleeding shoulders with red eyes: "One day I will burn them all to ashes."

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and slapped him behind his back: "Nonsense...hs, ouch...slap your mouth again!"

Cheng Qian took a deep look at him, put one arm around his neck, and supported him to walk back. Sure enough, he didn't speak, but the corners of his eyes and brows were covered with tender hatred - it meant that he didn't say anything. Yes, but this account has been engraved in my heart.

Some people with very big hearts seem to have some kind of special ability. No matter how happy or angry he is, as long as someone next to him is more emotional than him, he can immediately calm down like a god. For example, Yan Zhengming, he seemed to be angry just now, but after hearing Cheng Qian's words, he actually felt that his anger had subsided a lot.

Li Yun hurriedly came over to support Yan Zhengming, freeing Cheng Qian's hand, Cheng Qian followed silently, never raising his eyes, staring down at the ground in front of him.

The four silently returned to their temporary residence on Qinglong Island.

"Forget it, copper coins," Yan Zhengming saw that Cheng Qian's face was always wrong, and was a little afraid that he would really kill people and steal money, so he persuaded a little clumsily, "It was you who slapped others in the face first, and no one else can stand it, and now he will Don't be rude."

Li Yun didn't expect to hear such a holy light from his senior brother's mouth in his lifetime, so he glanced at him in horror, raised his hand tremblingly, and reached out to probe his senior brother's forehead.

Cheng Qian remained silent.

Yan Zhengming seemed to have discovered something suddenly. He turned half of his body like a zombie, stretched out his hand to slightly lift Cheng Qian's chin, and said with a bit of surprise, "Ouch, copper coins, are you crying?"

For some reason, this discovery made Yan Zhengming a little elated, and even the injury didn't hurt so much, he happily raised his half tail, tremblingly and smugly: "Is it because I feel sorry for your brother and me? Alas, thank you Your filial piety, or I will give you a special gift to bring tea and water to the head today."

Cheng Qian slapped his hand away: "Get out!"

Then he rushed into his yard without looking back.

Yan Zhengming looked around and saw a black stone pillar on a porch. He instructed Li Yun to say, "Help me there."

Li Yun thought he had something important, and quickly carried him to the stone pillar. Seeing Yan Zhengming staring at the stone pillar, he asked worriedly, "Why... Senior Brother, is there anything wrong with this pillar?"

"There's nothing wrong," Yan Zhengming replied happily, "It's quite clear."

It took a long while for Li Yun to realize what he meant, and a sentence suddenly popped out in his heart: "It's really a dog that can't change from eating shit."

Yan Zhengming took a look at his image in front of the reflective stone, and thought that this little injury on his shoulders would be harmless, and the sick plum had a different charm, and he was still charming.

Cheng Qian's red eyes gave Yan Zhengming a peculiar feeling, as if a little láng cub who ignored him all day and returned a bite to himself suddenly secretly licked his wounds in the dead of night, in his heart. Not to mention ironing.

In such an ironing post, Sect Master Yan took a small wound the size of his ass, leaned delicately against the wall and entered the room, and in the midst of the jingling of the Taoist boys, he went into the house beautifully. As a vase that shatters when touched.

Chapter 35

After causing trouble in front of the Qinglong stage, without Yan Zhengming's instructions, the Fuyao faction, including the Daotong, all reduced the number of going out.

Cheng Qian extended the time of practicing swordsmanship every day by another hour. He fixed and fed his brothers and sisters. In the blink of an eye, the 100-day fairy market came to an end.

Even Han Yuan, who was originally inexperienced and incompetent, knew that he had worked hard. Li Yun first developed a sense of anger when he got up from a nap one day and played with Jiu Lianhuan, and no one could tell what he was doing. For those who entered the Dao, the master was gone, and Li Yun had to be taught by the elder brother for the first time he touched the talisman and carving knife.

On the last day of Xianshi, Han Yuan changed into an inconspicuous sackcloth and sackcloth, went out for a trip, and came back in the evening. When he came back, he carried a packet of snacks in his arms and ate while walking, which attracted the puddles who were playing in the courtyard. If he couldn't, he followed him step by step, and eagerly followed Liu Lazi.

"No, little junior sister," Han Yuan said irresponsibly, "People say that children can't eat adults' food, they will choke to death."

Shuideng has half teeth capable of sawing wood, and he doesn't believe his alarmist words at all. Seeing that the bag of dim sum has reached its end, Shuideng spit out her first words in her life: "Ss...hs...sss coax!"

Han Yuan paused and said in surprise, "Yeah, can you speak?"

As soon as the puddle saw the door, he immediately clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed and his neck thick, and he screamed again as if he was desperate for his life: "Hey!"

"It's good." Han Yuan finished his praise without any sincerity, and didn't say anything at all. He walked forward while eating. He had a problem when he was a beggar in his early years. No food in his mouth.

The puddle was in a hurry, and he forgot the words of the brothers who were not allowed to fly around. He suddenly stretched out his wings that were more and more controlled, and fluttered and chased after Han Yuan.

Coincidentally, Cheng Qian and Li Yun walked in from outside.

Cheng Qian's face sank as soon as he saw the familiar big wings, and he whispered, "Come down!"

Shuikeng is afraid of Cheng Qian, because the trick of acting like a spoiled brat works for other senior brothers, but not for the third senior brother, who is strict with others, and even more harsh on himself. A somersault fell down, and a fart was sitting on the ground, his mouth pouted, but he didn't dare to cry in front of Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian was carrying a basket of flowers and branches in one hand and a few books in the other.

What would happen if a little celestial demon with no self-protection ability was coveted by other monks with ulterior motives?

And there is a real emergency, no one can seek justice for her. After all, she is not a person. In the eyes of many monks, she is not a person, but an object. Small pets are probably no different.

Seeing that Cheng Qian was about to have a puddle again, Li Jun waved his hand and said: "Forget about Xiao Qian, she doesn't understand anything, I hope she remembers it herself, why don't we think of a way to prevent her from flying again."