Han Yuan stuck out his tongue sullenly, and didn't dare to make a sound immediately.

Their leader is not what it used to be - he has changed from a smug chili like a little playful to a smug chili with a lot of power.

Five years ago, Sect Master Yan, who was rǔ on the high platform of the Lecture Hall, almost defied all opinions and made a decision that was incomprehensible to everyone. The tradition of practicing Qi has been preserved, and even if they have to start cultivating True Qi with the crowd, they still have to spend extra time to complete these two tasks.

In this regard, Yan Zhengming said his reason half-heartedly: "I have grown so big, except for a face given by my father and mother, I have nothing in my body that I can take to praise, what qualifications do I have? Rushing to change the thousand-year-old inheritance of my sect? Besides, even if the tradition of the sect is unreasonable, it is still left by the master."

The last sentence moved Cheng Qian, causing the only person who would challenge the leader to defect.

Li Yun has always had an opinion but no position, and was convinced as soon as he persuaded him. As for Han Yuan, he didn't even have an opinion, so this matter was decided as such.

In five years, Yan Zhengming's decision that seemed absurd at first glance proved to be correct.

After the qi is introduced into the body, the condensing of the true essence is not smooth sailing. One foot enters the fairy gate, and every three years becomes a bottleneck. Every time it is like a small catastrophe. If there is no entry, it will go crazy.

The mortals who set foot on the long road of self-cultivation are going to experience this great làng cleaning over and over again.

In those days, Master Mu Chun never urged his disciples to condense their true essence. If it wasn't for his accidental fall, I'm afraid that in the Fuyao Mountain Missionary Hall, the boring spells and scriptures of the disciples would continue day after day for many years. This process is long and tedious. , I can't see any results, but day after day, the meridians will remarkably widen the qiáng tenacity in the repeated scouring.

As the saying goes, "Sharpen a knife without making a mistake in chopping wood".

In this way, when you really start to condense the true essence according to the ancient method like others, not to mention a thousand miles, at least the entry is much faster than others, and even the bottleneck will come relatively much more gently.

It's a pity that Gān Chai is ahead, and there are people in the world who are willing to sharpen this knife for several years?

After training Han Yuan, Yan Zhengming stroked Qian Qian and waved, motioning him to follow, and then walked out first.

When the puddle, which was originally squatting in the middle of the yard, saw him come out, he immediately seemed to be looking forward to a savior, and looked at Yan Zhengming eagerly, like a bird in a cage for a long time.

Every time Yan Zhengming sees her, he feels that he sees himself many years ago, and out of thin air gives birth to an internal injury of "don't raise children, don't know the kindness of parents". He flexed his fingers with a force, and hit the spell at the foot of the puddle impartially, tearing a hole in the seamless circle of the spell that day, and the infuriating energy inside immediately vented, and a small whirlwind blew in place.

The puddle was freed, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, playing a wild tone that he didn't know where he learned it, shaking his head and howling in place, "My mother, hey, hey-you're exhausted."

Yan Zhengming paused after listening to his footsteps. Seeing that the puddle was in bad shape, he jumped up from the ground and rubbed his face with the little dirty hands he had just finished slapping his butt.

Yan Zhengming's eyes twitched when she did what she did, and finally he couldn't bear to throw his sleeves away, and said to Cheng Qian as he walked, "If she dares to look like Tang Wanqiu in the future, I will treat her with everything I say. Expelled from the teacher's door."

"No," Cheng Qian comforted. "After all, she is the daughter of the Demon Empress. I heard that the products of ordinary green hats are not too ugly."

Sect Master Yan: "..."

He didn't feel any better.

Yan Zhengming walked over and pushed open the door of his house, raised his chin at Cheng Qian with a cold face, motioned him to enter the house, Cheng Qian lingered at the door for a while - although after Xiaoyue'er left, the incense smell in Yan Zhengming's house The road has faded a lot, but as soon as he pushed the door, Cheng Qian sneezed as usual.

He rubbed his nose at the undefeated flower branch that was fixed with a spell between the desk and desk. He admired for a while the deep-rooted elegance of his senior brother, and sighed to himself, feeling that he might not be able to get along. .

Ochre stood up and said, "Master."

"It's none of your business, let's go." Yan Zhengming said, "After the lecture hall ends tomorrow, ask Xueqing to come to me and ask him to do something."

Ochre went out in response, Yan Zhengming took the door back with his hands, folded his arms in front of his chest, leaned his back against the door, and said to Cheng Qian, "Take off your clothes."

Cheng Qian: "..."

"Come on," Yan Zhengming said blankly, "Wait for me to pick it up?"

Cheng Qian: "I didn't..."

When Yan Zhengming saw that he did not eat or punish him for toasting, he immediately kept his promise and took a step forward, intending to "rectify the law on the spot".

Seeing that he was determined to investigate, Cheng Qian had no choice but to undress reluctantly, while deliberately disgusting Yan Zhengming said: "Senior brother, I haven't showered for three days, so I'm not afraid of polluting your eyes?"

Yan Zhengming rarely said a word. He reached out and grabbed Cheng Qian's robe, which was twisting and hanging on his body. At a glance, he saw the bruise on Cheng Qian's back that almost stretched from the left shoulder to the right waist. Zi De had already turned black, and the traces of ruptured blood vessels around him spread like cobwebs, which looked very shocking on the pale back of the young man.

In addition, Cheng Qian still has many deep and shallow scars, some of which are darker in color, and some are so shallow that they are about to fade. After washing the marrow, the body is not as easy to get dirty as mortals, and the wounds will hardly leave scars, unless there is no time to make a profit.

Yan Zhengming only glanced at it, and immediately looked away unbearably, his chest seemed to have been severely slapped, and he was so distressed that he was almost pulled, and even his back was aching.

He felt a burst of unreasonable anger towards Cheng Qian, and his chest heaved violently several times before he managed to suppress it.

"Go and lie down on the bed," Yan Zhengming said, holding back for a long time, but he couldn't hold back, and added with hatred, "If you were two years younger, I would beat your master so much that you wouldn't even recognize him, you bastard."

Cheng Qian tried to turn his neck a few times, but he couldn't turn it, so he had to lie down and asked the senior brother to give him medicine, and at the same time found a reason for himself: "Are the bruises, they are all large and large. Yes, it's nothing... ah!"

"Nothing?" Yan Zhengming's voice cooled down.

Cheng Qian didn't dare to provoke him again, buried his face in the quilt, and concentrated on enduring the pain.

The demon-subduing pestle naturally carries the suffocating aura of heaven. If the person who made the demon-subduing pestle was a two-knife and couldn't exert one-tenth of its power, that thing could knock Cheng Qian's internal organs to pieces through his back.

Yan Zhengming's cursing words have poured into his mouth, but when it comes to the exit, he still can't say anything. After so much, Yan Zhengming's heart and lungs, which he had been missing for the first ten years, finally grew back with a little awareness.

How the big and small wounds on Cheng Qian's body came from, and now Yan Zhengming, who has gathered his internal organs, knows all too well.

In retrospect, the momentary hatred and anger were actually not enough to support him through so many years. Yan Zhengming couldn't help but admit that it was his youngest junior brother who led him to this point.

Cheng Qian never scolded his senior brother for anything, his attitude was from the beginning to the end - if you do, you will go up, if you can't, I will smash your bones and take it for you.

Every wound on Cheng Qian's body was a slap in the face to Yan Zhengming, slapping him for a moment and didn't dare to stop.

At the most difficult time, Yan Zhengming used to be unable to close his eyes all night long, and he was his junior brother in his nightmares.

Yan Zhengming's quilt smelled of soothing incense. It was warm and could penetrate into all limbs. Cheng Qian had been standing beside the awn grass for the past few days, waiting for the opportunity. He was really tired. didn't want to move for a long time.

After Yan Zhengming took the medicine, looking at the young man's thinner waistline, he couldn't help thinking in his heart: "The seal of the head is hanging on my neck, even without me, there is still Li Yun - even Han Yuan is older than you. Da, you are like a puddle, you don’t think about anything every day, don’t you understand anything? Why is everything like this? Where do you put your brothers?”

But he could say these words to anyone, but he couldn't say it to Cheng Qian's relaxed face.

Because of these years of mutual dependence, Yan Zhengming even said "thank you" to him is very nauseous, not to mention such a long speech.

His mood went up and down several times. In the end, Yan Zhengming just insisted firmly: "Zhou Hanzheng is back, but he won't stay for long. No matter what, you can bear it and stay out of the way, do you hear?"

Cheng Qian responded drowsily, obviously falling behind.

Yan Zhengming looked down and found that the little bastard's eyes were closed, Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, there was a light circle of blue and black under his eyes, and even a little bit of childishness that he didn't have time to fade was all blown away. The exhaustion was over.

Yan Zhengming sighed, put away the wound medicine, and stopped making a sound. He gently loosened Cheng Qian's bun, pulled his clothes on, and pulled a thin blanket over him. Sitting aside.

But after sitting for a while, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that he couldn't calm down without asking and understanding this key question, so he decisively pushed Cheng Qian: "Hey, you really haven't showered for three days?"

Cheng Qian gave him a murderous back of the head.

Today, Yan Zhengming has long since lost his impetuous mood, and it has become commonplace to use meditation instead of sleep. But before dawn broke, he was suddenly upset and opened his eyes halfway.

It was still dark, and Cheng Qian had already left at an unknown time—from the day Yan Zhengming met Cheng Qian, he hadn't slept until dawn, and there was still warmth in the quilt.

Yan Zhengming sat quietly for a moment, thinking carefully, he didn't find any bottleneck, but he couldn't calm down... It was as if something was going to happen.