He waved his hand to turn on the light, paced back and forth in the room several times, and took out three copper coins from under the lampshade.

Yan Zhengming does not know the way of divination. He has seen the master do this before, but whenever he asks, the master refuses to teach him, and only says: "For those who know before, the glory of the Dao is the beginning of ignorance, this is the left way. Side door, no need to know in detail."

Is there something big going on on Qinglong Island?

The three copper coins flew up and down on his dexterous fingertips, Yan Zhengming played with it for a while, let his thoughts go, and then sat down and started to recite the Qing Jing Sutra silently.

Sure enough, Zhou Han is a mourning star, and there will be no good things when he comes back.

The news of Han Yuan could not stand the test. The next day, the news of the big competition was announced at the lecture hall. The guardian left of the sacred dragon in the lecture hall and the guardian right, who always had a debt-collecting face, were all together. All those who bring Qi into the body must participate. Those who do not want to fight with others can take the initiative to abstain and admit defeat; .

The rules were endlessly said above, and Cheng Qian was below, holding a carving knife and carving a wooden sign the size of a palm without raising his head.

Yan Zhengming glanced at it and explained to Han Yuan next to him: "It's called a 'puppet talisman', it can be worn on the body and can protect others from disasters. Eight knives, knives and knives are hooked together, one stroke can't be broken, one stroke can't be wrong... You see, if this is a little off, it's useless."

Cheng Qian's knife tip was pinned for some reason, and his spiritual energy suddenly leaked out. Han Yuan, who was sitting next to him, only felt a cold and moist breath coming towards his face, and then disappeared in the air. His eyes widened in amazement. .

Yan Zhengming leaned lazily to one side, patted Cheng Qian's shoulder, and said with emotion, "It's only six or seven years after absorbing qi into the body, so you dare to stick to the seven talismans—you are such a jerk, copper coins."

Cheng Qian put aside the discarded wooden sign and the carving knife, and sat upright to adjust his breath.

Yan Zhengming then said to Han Yuan: "The knife was wrong. Sometimes it's because you're not skilled, and sometimes it's because you have no strength... Your third senior brother is just out of strength, little copper coin, how do you remember to carve this?"

Cheng Qian said perfunctorily, "Just give it a try."

Soon, Yan Zhengming knew why he gave it a try.

When everyone was discussing the Qinglong Island Great Competition with great interest, Yan Zhengming sent Xueqing to the ferry of Qinglong Island.

"Go back as soon as possible," Yan Zhengming said, "Go back to Fuyao Mountain first, then go home to see if there is any short-term expenses on the mountain, just take it from my case."

Xueqing has grown into a young man now, and he has become more stable. He recorded them one by one and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, you go..."

"Brother Xue Qing, wait!"

While speaking, a flying horse came up to the ground, and before it could stop, Cheng Qian jumped down from the top. His description seemed a bit awkward. don't know if it was the sea breeze or what, but he still had some when he landed. panting.

Xueqing is usually warm and gentle and doesn't like words. When he was a child, he took care of Cheng Qian but was very attentive. Compared with Yan Zhengming, a real senior brother who is often not very talkative, Xueqing is more like a reliable eldest brother. The two have always had a good relationship.

Xue Qing looked at him and smiled and said, "I'll be back in a few days. Third Shishu should take care of himself."

"Well, I know," Cheng Qian nodded, took out a kit from his arms and handed it to him, "I thought I couldn't catch up, you take this with you, be careful on the road."

Yan Zhengming, who was tanned to one side, glanced sideways and asked, "What is coming all the way to deliver?"

Xue Qing opened the little bag according to her words, and saw a small wooden card inside. When she took it out, Yan Zhengming's eyes were straight - it was actually a formed puppet talisman.

Cheng Qian said a little ashamedly: "I'm not strong enough, I've been unsuccessful, and I've only managed to become such a person for many days. You can take it with you, but you still have to be more careful on the road. After all, this thing is in my hands. When I meet someone with a higher cultivation level than me, it's a useless piece of broken wood."

Xue Qing hurriedly said: "Yes, thank you third uncle."

Yan Zhengming's heart was unusually unpleasant, and he said to himself, "I don't have any I have worked so hard to raise this little white-eyed láng so big that I haven't even cut a whistle for me, so I made a puppet talisman with all my heart and blood, and I actually gave it to others first. , it really makes no sense!"

However, the dignified sect master is not good at making trouble with Daotong and junior brother like this in broad daylight. Yan Zhengming had no choice but to straighten his face, and only solemnly told Xueqing to go and return quickly. After sending him away, he did not even look at Cheng Qian. , turned angrily to leave.

But after taking two steps, he found that Cheng Qian was still looking at the direction of the boat, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't notice that he was angry, so Sect Master Yan came back on purpose, and waited for a while, waiting for Cheng to concentrate on his work. When he turned around, he seized the opportunity, snorted hard to listen to Cheng Qian, and then strode away under the inexplicable gaze of his junior brother.

Cheng Qian hurriedly looked around and found that there was no one else here, he was just humming himself.

He asked in confusion, "Eldest brother, what's the matter with you?"

Yan Zhengming ignored him and just kept burying his head and walking forward. Cheng Qian had no idea what illness he had, and wanted to let him stay where he could stay cool, but the senior brother in charge was very angry when he got angry. Being reduced to a Taoist boy combing the hair of the senior brother, Cheng Qian had no choice but to chase after him.

The two chased and walked away, and even the Pegasus was left behind, and it was awkward until the residence. In the end, Cheng Qian didn't care what the elder brother was doing wrong, and just followed helplessly.

Yan Zhengming slammed the door hard and locked him out.

It's not surprising to be in front of the quiet and boring puddle in the yard-usually, when the senior brother and the second senior brother are together, they have a good deal of business and are more like a normal adult, while the fourth senior brother is more difficult than her. Wherever I go, I rarely dare to disobey the senior brother, only the third senior brother, every time he looks like "I have nothing to do", and the senior brother is so angry that he has no demeanor.

Shuideng leisurely hummed a ditty and sang: "Yah, you said what the hell did that little friend do—"

Cheng Qian walked straight over, touched her head, leaned over and drew a circle of charms under her feet, and said softly: "After reading the sutra thirty times, it will disperse on its own, darling, don't look at it, 'little enemy' It can't save you either."

Puddle felt like he was on fire.

Cheng Qian walked back to his room, and as soon as he opened the door, the smile on his face froze. There is no second person outside the puddle of chanting.

Cheng Qian paused, put one hand on the wooden sword at his waist, walked in cautiously, and closed the door - someone in his room had come, and something was left behind.

It was a sword, not a wooden sword, but a genuine real sword.

The inner connotation of brilliance seems to have a spirit.

Chapter 39

Cheng Qian is not short of swords - there is a wealthy head of the Fuyao faction, and he has nothing left but money, and there is no problem with throwing a sword when he runs out. It's just that Cheng Qian has been on Qinglong Island, and his usual encounters are nothing but Zhang Dasen.

A sword is not new, but this one is different, Cheng Qian can see it at a glance.

He didn't have to think about it, he knew that this was definitely not given by Yan Zhengming. First, this ordinary, even a bit old scabbard didn't meet the taste of their sect master. Good things will never be so sneaky, but if Yan Zhengming has something good he wants to give away, he will definitely show it off to his brothers and sisters with great fanfare, and then hold a hair combing contest or something to make everyone go round and round, whoever serves the uncle is happy only to whom.

Looking closely, the hilt and body of this sword are engraved with intricate spells, which are surprisingly complex, one ring after another. some spell.

He raised his finger and tentatively wanted to touch the sword body, but stopped before he touched it—just when his finger was less than half an inch away from the sword body, Cheng Qian suddenly felt something indescribable in his heart. a feeling of.

It was a coldness with a smell of rust, looming around the sword body, as if the sword itself was alive.

Cheng Qian was puzzled at first, and then, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly opened his eyes, there was a dark talisman around this sword!

You must know that the dark talisman is the essence of the talisman, and it is impossible to achieve the power of the world. The only person Cheng Qian has ever seen who can engrave a secret talisman is his master, the master of the sect of all demons, Bei Ming.

And if you talk about it in detail, even Beimingjun's dark talisman is not pure, because the carrier is very special, it is his own soul, it is not so much that he is a high-level talisman technique, but it is more like a method of magic soul cultivation. , not much inflow.

There are many people in the world who understand spells, and there are many craftsmen, but how many people can add dark charms around the sword?

Cheng Qian could almost imagine that once this thing was born, it must be a famous sword that everyone could not ask for. But he carefully searched around the sword body, but did not find Jian Ming.

At this moment, Cheng Qian found a corner of the note protruding under the tea tray on the table. The side of the note was soaked by something. He dipped it a little, put it under his nose and smelled it. He couldn't help but be more confused—— It was a pool of blood.

The blood-stained note reads: "The 'Frost Blade' is returned to its original owner and must not be used without authorization, remember."

Whether it was "Frost Blade" or "Return to the Original Owner", Cheng Qian was puzzled. He carefully checked his room from the inside to the outside. Finally, he found another bloodstain in the corner by the window.

The person who left the sword must have left the back window, and the puddle has been playing in the front yard, and it was normal that he was not disturbed.

Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, considering whether he should tell Yan Zhengming about the matter, but hesitantly reached out to push the door a few times, and then all retreated - he felt that the person who left the sword might not have good intentions. Nothing like a good thing.

Cheng Qian has always been a temperament to report good news but not bad news. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to disturb the others. He pushed open the window, jumped out, and quietly chased the bloodstain by himself.