Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear him, his footsteps were not chaotic, and he walked out without looking back on Yan Zhengming.

Han Yuan looked at Cheng Qian's ugly face at a loss, wondering if he really didn't hear it or what, he said in a low voice, "Little Senior Brother, the one surnamed Zhou..."

Cheng Qian squeezed his first foul words out of his teeth: "Fuck your mother's fart."

Han Yuan had to silently shut up and follow his three senior brothers closely.

People on half the hill were looking at them, their eyes sneering or sneering, as if they were looking at a group of dingy bereaved dogs.

Young people are not afraid of the sky and the earth, and the most fearful thing is that others will look down on them. In this regard, not to mention Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming, Li Yun and even Han Yuan are all the same.

Li Yun turned his head abruptly, and rudely wiped away the tears that had swirled in his eyes.

Just as they were about to leave the hillside of the lecture hall, a loud shout came from behind: "Stop!"

Then a figure fell together, blocking in front of several people impartially, it was the poor Taoist aunt Tang Wanqiu like a mallet.

Cheng Qian benefited a lot from her battle with the big devil Jiang Peng in the East China Sea. Cheng Qian even thought about it, if they would live on Qinglong Island in the future, he must find a chance to visit this man of his own way. Tang Zhenren, but did not expect that Qinglong Island is not so good to live.

At this time, he was full of anger, and he didn't even like Tang Wanqiu. Seeing her blocking the road, Cheng Qian took off the sword from Yan Zhengming's waist and held it in his hand. Said: "What advice does Tang Zhenren have?"

Tang Wanqiu said sternly: "Is the lecture hall a vegetable market, come when you say it, and leave when you say it?"

Li Yun, who was on the side, suppressed the anger in his heart, clenched his fists, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the upper teeth hall for a while, and then said in a relatively calm tone, "We have already made it clear to Zhou Zuo. Protector, send the sect master to go..."

Tang Wanqiu cut him off and said, "Could it be that he could be crippled just now, and I need all of you to carry him alone? Do I need to call a big sedan for you?"

Li Yun: "We..."

Cheng Qian took a step forward abruptly. At this time, he was a coward. Under Li Yun's terrified eyes, he unceremoniously said to Tang Wanqiu, "Get out of the way!"

Tang Wanqiu's eyes swept across Yan Zhengming, landed on Cheng Qian, and sneered, "I got angry... Oh, I see, you are planning to escape from the island, right? A bunch of trash."

Cheng Qian's fingers holding the saber slowly moved up a few inches.

Tang Wanqiu didn't seem to know what it means to stop when it was enough, but he still insisted: "Why, isn't what I said true? Could it be that you are also ashamed and feel aggrieved?"

Cheng Qian brazenly took out Yan Zhengming's saber, and threw his senior brother's priceless scabbard on the ground without hesitation, ignoring the exclamations of the senior brothers behind him, and recklessly slashed it with one sword.

Cheng Qian has been practicing swords for five hours a day for half a year, not to mention a thousand miles a day. At this time, at least he can integrate his sense of qi into sword moves, but he usually uses wooden swords, and its power is always limited. For the first time he touched a real sword, he unleashed a merciless killing intent from "Youth Tour" in "Pengcheng Wanli".

Tang Wanqiu: "Good day!"

She didn't even draw out the sword, she directly greeted her with the scabbard. Before the sword's edge had reached, the two sword qi that were high and down had already collided. The wound, and he not only did not abandon the sword, but just directly changed his move to meet it.

This is a change in the search from top to bottom, "cycle and start".

The sound of the golden stone reappeared, Tang Wanqiu flipped his wrist, and the scabbard flipped in the air, suppressing Cheng Qian's sword moves that didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Li Yun: "Stop it! Xiao Qian—Senior Brother, let Xiao Qian stop quickly!"

There was not a trace of blood on Yan Zhengming's lips, his mind seemed to be able to travel thousands of miles, and a voice frantically shouted in his heart: "You let a child stand up for you! What's the use of holding the head seal? What's the use of living? "

But his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.

The wealth and honor in the world are like floating clouds that come and go without a trace. Stripped of the gold and jade, Yan Zhengming felt that his chest and abdomen were cut open mercilessly, exposing him to the bright world.

Tang Wanqiu didn't get angry but smiled instead: "Why, you still want to fight with me, haven't your adults taught you how to write the words 'beyond one's own strength'?"

Cheng Qian's hair on both temples was soaked with cold sweat, he suddenly let out a snarling roar, and turned the sword in his hand to an angle with difficulty, the boy's still thin bones made a "quack", and he didn't seem to know the pain. , Tiejian went backwards, pointing at Tang Wanqiu.

The third style of the Fuyao wooden sword backfired. This sword is called "desperate."

Tang Wanqiu's broom wrinkled fiercely, the sharp sword squeaked out of its scabbard, the sharp sword light flashed, and Cheng Qian had already fallen two feet away.

She snorted coldly and returned the sword to the sheath: "If you practice the sword without distractions, you will have to practice for at least 180 years before you are worthy of being my opponent, but I don't think that day will come, and you haven't hit the road yet. I was already scared..."

"I'm not afraid of you, Tang Wanqiu." Cheng Qian supported the ground with the tip of his sword, desperately trying to stand up again, tilted his head to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hoarsely.

When he thinks he is alone, he feels like heaven and earth, and he can come and go.

A person is also a person when he reaches the top, and he is also a person when he falls into the abyss. Even if he loses his head, is it just a scar the size of a bowl? What's there to be afraid of?

However, before he knew it, he had a lot of weaknesses, and knocking on any one of them was enough to make him suffer and make him have to give in against his will.

Cheng Qian stared fiercely at the person standing in front of him, gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm not afraid of you... I'm not afraid of anyone."

He wanted to stand up several times, and fell back several times. The boy's slightly slender body trembled under the wide robe, but he didn't mean to shiver.

The trembling Yan Zhengming's vision suddenly blurred.

He suddenly let out a loud roar, yanked away Li Yun's hand, and took a step forward to pick up Cheng Qian.

"Are you a muddy?" Yan Zhengming seemed to have a knife in his chest, stabbed him fiercely again and again, and asked himself, "Do you want the Fuyao faction to become a muddy mud school in the mountains? Are the ancestors and sects shamed under the nine springs and above the nine heavens? Do you want to cut off the bloodline that the master is desperately passing on in the animal body?"

What kind of "first person in the mountain" is he?

Yan Zhengming took a few breaths in his chest, bloodshot eyes, turned his head suddenly, looked back at Tang Wanqiu without flinching, and said word by word, "We didn't say we were going, and even if we were going, it wasn't now."

Tang Wanqiu was like a stubborn stone, untouched.

Yan Zhengming helped Cheng Qian with some difficulty and walked out from Tang Wanqiu's side.

Li Yun and Han Yuan hurriedly followed. This time, Tang Wanqiu did not stop her. She poked on the spot for a while like a tree stump. When they were far away, she expressionlessly gathered her long messy hair, leaving her alone and sloppy. Sloppy.

The Taoist boy who was patrolling in the lecture hall saw her from a distance, and hurriedly ran to pay tribute: "I have seen Tang Zhenren, why didn't Tang Zhen come in? Is Zhou Zhenren in the lecture hall?"

Tang Wanqiu smothered his face with words without raising his head: "One of the greatest shames in my life is to be in the company of this person, bah."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked away like a crab.

The road from the hillside of the lecture hall to the guest room seemed to never be long. After all, Tang Wanqiu was merciful. Cheng Qian was not injured except for his hand that was cracked by himself. It's alright, but still walking very silently.

Finally, when he was about to arrive at the gate of the courtyard, Li Yun couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, what should we do in the future?"

Yan Zhengming had no clue in his heart and felt that the road ahead was endless and endless, but he didn't want his juniors and brothers to see that he was at a loss, so he tried his best to squeeze out an expression that was the same as usual, and seemed to say casually: "Then who knows. , take one step at a time."

Han Yuan was even more subtle, and said bluntly: "Elder Brother, when will we not be bullied by anyone?"

Yan Zhengming really couldn't answer this question, so he had to silently slap Han Yuan on the back of the head and go back with a heavy heart.

Some people may be accustomed to being overwhelmed by nature, and even the smallest things should be on their minds for ten days and a half, but Yan Zhengming unfortunately happens to be a kind hearted person, so he locked himself in the room and rejected him. A Taoist boy and maid, trying to live peacefully with his rarely chaotic mood.

However, it didn't work, and until the sun went down, he was still devastated.

He clearly knew that he should get up and go to the backyard to practice swordsmanship immediately, or immediately pick up his carving knife, or he should be impatient to meditate and work hard to accumulate true essence, but no matter which...he couldn't stop and do it.

Yan Zhengming had a thousand thoughts in his chest, and he didn't know where to start. He finally sighed and fell on his back, staring blankly at his curtain, trying to think of a way out for the sect, but unfortunately his short life Zhongguang pays attention to the appearance of the skin, even if the inside is hollowed out, there is really no real material.

He sighed, his stagnation had nowhere to go, and he wished he could make a big noise.

At this moment, the door of the house was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak".

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath and said impatiently, "Ochre, didn't you say I've fallen asleep?"

"it's me."

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, propped up half of his body from the chair, and glanced at it: "Bronze Coin, why are you here?"

Cheng Qian was carrying a small medicine bottle in his hand, which was probably used to treat bruises and injuries. Since he added an hour to himself every day to practice swordsmanship, he often had this kind of insignificant medicine smell floating on his body.