"I did find a spell that can seal demon blood a few days ago," Cheng Qian said, "I just don't know how much I can make it."

Although Li Yun had just started to come into contact with spells, he had a deeper understanding of its vastness and profoundness, and hurriedly said, "Don't rashly use those spells that you haven't seen before."

Cheng Qian didn't answer directly, just smiled and changed the topic, turned to Han Yuan and said, "Where have you been today?"

"Inquiring about the news," Han Yuan said vaguely while chewing on the food, "I've checked it out these days. The black-faced face who troubled us is named Zhang Dasen, and now he's also in the lecture hall. The one who made the sword is called Zhang Erlin. He is his younger brother. He lost the election. As soon as the Fairy City ends tomorrow, he will have to leave Qinglong Island. I can understand that these loose cultivators have no family and no sect, and they like to form a group by themselves. Zhang Dasen They've got a group of people now, so beware of them in the future."

Han Yuan has a skill that can be called a stunt - on the streets, as long as someone else has a word or a word, he can inquire about it.

Li Yun asked, "Who was that person holding the fan that day?"

Han Yuan's face was slightly dark: "The one we can't afford to offend, he is from Qinglong Island, his name is Zhou Hanzheng, and he is the left guardian of the scripture hall. There are two guardians on the left and right of the scripture hall. The woman with a very square face, remember Is it? She is the right protector."

This is about Tang Wanqiu.

Li Yun frowned and said, "This Guardian Zuo doesn't know us at all, why is he so dissatisfied with us?"

"If you're dissatisfied, let's skip the meeting and go directly to the lecture hall," Han Yuan said, "I don't know, I heard that this person is very evil and a little moody, so try not to provoke it in the future - yes, I got it today. A little good stuff."

Having said that, Han Yuan patted the crumbs of the dim sum in his hand, took out a small oiled paper bag from his arms, and took it out mysteriously to his brothers.

Inside the paper bag were three odd-shaped needles, with indistinct spells engraved on their tails and blue tips.

"This is..." Li Yun's eyes straightened, "Xiao Qian, don't touch it! This is a soul-searching needle, it's poisonous... Where did you get it?"

Han Yuan said with a smile on his face, "Hey hey, he came from the Fairy Market."

"I know this thing, it's very powerful," Li Yun ignored the accusation of Han Yuan's behavior of stealing and touching dogs, and excitedly held the needle in his hand through the paper package, "It's not easy to come by. The reason why it is called the 'Soul Searching Needle' is that as long as you tell it who it is, it can go forward and kill the enemy on its own.

Cheng Qian has no interest in these sidelines. Even if he really wants to smash someone's bones to ashes, he will smash someone with his own sword. , carrying the strange big flower basket in his hand, and kicked open Yan Zhengming's door.

He slammed the flower basket on the table while the little maids snickered, and said angrily, "The broken flowers and willows you want."

At this time, the maids were surrounded by the door, and the scenery outside was just right, but their senior brother, who had been raised for three months with a small wound of an inch and a half long, was not playing. A long wooden stick, he was holding a carving knife in his right hand, concentrating on the spell under his palm.

Being kicked at the door by Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming's line suddenly broke a corner, and the carving knife poked a bead of blood on his finger.

Yan Zhengming frowned at first, found that the person who kicked the door was Cheng Qian, and laughed again—for the "serious injury" of this drop of blood, Cheng Qian was not only sent by him to be a flower thief during the day, but also endured the elder brother at night. Picking and choosing, I personally inserted those inexplicable flower branches into the vase.

The next day, the lecture hall opened.

The so-called "Lecture Hall" is actually a hillside, noisy and noisy. If you look around, there are people of all ages, men, women and children. Some are standing, some are sitting, some are clinging to the trees, and there is almost no place. foot.

Fortunately, Fuyao sent everyone to arrive ahead of schedule under Li Yun's command, found a small corner that was in the front and inconspicuous, and settled down beforehand.

There are noisy scattered cultivators everywhere, most of them are not high, far from the level of fasting and not touching the dust. There are some people who live outside all the year round, and their life is very careless. Not a problem. There are also people who carry bizarre spiritual pets with them, such as dogs, birds and foxes, and there is a fat big gray mouse rushing through the crowd, so disgusting.

Such a treasure of feng shui, even Cheng Qian couldn't help frowning, not to mention their clean-minded senior brother.

But Yan Zhengming didn't say a word - he didn't say anything, it was he who decided to stay, could he still slap his two big mouths in public?

Yan Zhengming waved his hand, rejected the cushion Daotong gave him, and stared into the distance with his eyes open, feeling an unspeakable loneliness in his heart.

He couldn't help but think of the mission hall in Fuyao Mountain, where there were pavilions and courtyards, cigarettes curled up, and a Taoist boy quietly handed pastries and hot and cold tea, but they didn't know how to cherish it. race field mess,

He himself often slept without knowing what to do, and when he opened his eyes, the sun was always rising, Li Yun would play with his pile of disgusting reptiles, Han Yuan was always stealing food, and only Cheng Qian stayed drowsy and listened to Master chanting sutras. ...

So far, it's all gone.

"Hey, little senior brother, what's the matter?" Han Yuan pulled back Yan Zhengming's thoughts as he fell into memory.

Yan Zhengming tilted his head and felt that Cheng Qian was about to lean on Li Yun. His face didn't look like he hadn't slept well.

Cheng Qian half-squinted and shook his head. He didn't know whether he had the energy or was unwilling to say more, so he didn't say a word.

Yan Zhengming was taken aback, the last time he saw Cheng Qian's face like this, was when the boy turned his head to touch the talisman and let himself loose.

"What did you go to last night?" Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand and tapped the dark spot under his eyes, "Are you a thief?"

Li Yun suddenly remembered the conversation between him and Cheng Qian the day before, turned his head and asked, "I went to see my little sister before I left this morning, and I saw her crying in the room, what's going on?"

When the puddle cried, the house was going to collapse, so after she understood a little bit, she usually didn't cry in the house. She cried occasionally, and when the house shook, she basically shut up.

The half-dead Cheng Qian finally gave him a little response: "Is the house okay?"

"You're doing something like this again," Li Yun said angrily, picking up Cheng Qian's collar, "You've carved a spell by yourself again, don't you want to die?"

"Shh" Han Yuan pulled Li Yun and saw that the noisy hillside suddenly became quiet. In the middle of the lecture hall, someone suddenly fell from the sky, and the wildflowers on the hillside seemed to have received the nectar from the sky collectively. bloomed.

And the man on the high platform was that Zhou Hanzheng.

Zhou Han was holding his Sansi Fan, and folded his sleeves and clasped his fist arrogantly in all directions: "Let you all wait for a long time."

Yan Zhengming first raised his hand to sneak over Cheng, and then helplessly whispered to Li Yun and Han Yuan: "It's actually him, I knew I wouldn't come today... Listen carefully, let's come and leave early today, don't Eye-catching, do you hear me?"

Li Yun didn't say anything, his white face became even paler, Han Yuan gritted his teeth, his face was full of anger.

Yan Zhengming pretended not to see the reactions of his juniors and brothers, feeling that Cheng Qian was leaning against him softly, his breath was so weak.

Although he didn't ask clearly, Li Yun's few words were enough to let him know that in order to cover up the demonic energy in the puddle, Cheng Qian must have done something else.

"Oh, I really don't worry about it." Yan Zhengming thought, squeezing Cheng Qian hard to vent his anger.

Zhou Hanzheng had already begun to talk freely, nothing more than that the lecture hall was opened once every ten days, and the rest of the time, the disciples went back and worked hard.

"We on Qinglong Island don't want our disciples to learn from each other. It's just that you have to be careful not to hurt your peace. If you really hurt someone, the rules will repair you." Zhou Hanzheng said, meaning something. He glanced down and didn't know how he did it. His fluttering eyes actually found the people of the Fuyao faction and stopped for a moment on Yan Zhengming. Then, Zhou Hanzheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give it to you today. Talk about introducing qi into the body and storing qi in the Dantian."

"Forget it," Yan Zhengming listened with one ear and thought absentmindedly, "Even if you don't go home, you have to go back to Fuyao Mountain. We have nine floors of the Jinglou, and even if you explore by yourself, it's better than hanging your tail here. Be a human being—the big deal is to retreat like the master and not see outsiders, so go back and pack your bags today!”

At this time, Zhou Hanzheng suddenly said: "I know that everyone's progress is different, so let's find a disciple to demonstrate with me."

He said, with a sinister look in his slender eyes once again rushing in the direction of the Fuyao faction, and meeting Yan Zhengming's eyes, Yan Zhengming almost had the illusion of being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"Ah, Sect Master Yan," Zhou Hanzheng said with a smile, "I heard from the island owner that your sect is quite old and has a very rich family knowledge. Sect Master Yan must have passed the stage of absorbing qi into the body long ago, it is better to come to power Come and open our eyes, shall we?"

Cheng Qian hadn't slept all night, and his true essence had been exhausted because of the spell. At this moment, his whole body was weak. There seemed to be a bunch of clips on the sun on both sides, and the clips were so tight that his ears were buzzing. ring. Walking all the way to the lecture hall has already done his best. If he is a little squeamish, he really can't get up in the morning, but when he hears this, his whole body immediately tense up instinctively, and he wants to stand up.

His slight struggles alarmed Yan Zhengming, Yan Zhengming was bored, he didn't need to look for trouble, but trouble always came to him.

Yan Zhengming pressed Cheng Qian casually, and said angrily, "Sit down, kid, don't make trouble, who wants you to come forward?"

After speaking, he took a deep breath and walked forward with his saber. Every step he took, his belief in leaving became firmer. When he was ten steps away from Zhou Hanzheng, Yan Zhengming stopped and put his sword upright. On the ground, he said to Zhou Han: "The real person advises."