The puddle on the top of the wall screamed, and the sword qi rubbed the edge of her skirt, but did not hurt the soft satin skirt in the slightest. The sword qi fell on a half-dead weed on the top of the wall. In the eyes of everyone, the weeds turned green again on the edge of the leaf, and it stood up tremblingly, and a delicate little flower bloomed.

Han Yuan and Shuikeng looked at the little flower in shock together, Han Yuan asked, "Master, which move is this? It's the first time I've seen sword moves bloom!"

Although Yan Zhengming has become more stable, he still can't change the essence of showing off his love when he faces his family behind closed doors. When he asks, he turns his eyes and stretches out his hand like a madman. The speed visible to the naked eye gave birth to a cluster of briar roses, climbing into a frame, covered with large and small flowers, pink correspondingly, hanging from the wall, like a pair of red apricots that have not returned.

Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves contentedly and smiled inscrutably: "This is a move in the fifth style 'Returning to the Basics', which is called 'withered trees meet chūn'."

Seeing that he was about to turn on the screen again, Li Yun had no choice but to help his forehead, while Shuikeng and Han Yuan, the younger ones, were very aware of what he wanted, and they quickly held up their stinky feet together, applauding and amazed.

Cheng Qian was the only one who didn't give face to the sect master, and after a glance, he commented bluntly: "Oh, it turns out to be this trick, no wonder it keeps attacking, not attacking, not defending, I've always been puzzled by this ability. What's the use of gān, it's for the flowers after the fight for a long time!"

"There's so much nonsense," Yan Zhengming was still immersed in his understanding just now, his tone was much gentler than usual, he pointed at Cheng Qian and said, "Comb my hair."

Li Yun grabbed the vest of the puddle, took her down from the wall, and said to her, "If you can recite the Jingjing Sutra ten times before the sun sets today, I will show you the starting style of this swordsmanship. look."

When the puddle heard it, he couldn't be more excited, and the starting style was also swordsmanship! She hurriedly ran all the way to get her chanting booklet.

But her senior brothers all knew what the so-called "starting hands" was, and they couldn't bear to laugh. I wonder if the younger sister knew that the starting hands that she had been looking forward to for a long time was a period after "living to the race of the gods", Will you cry.

Han Yuan sat at the gate of the courtyard and began to do his daily homework of 30 sticks of wood. Li Yun picked up a scroll of writing, writing and drawing, Cheng Qian was pulling... No, he was brushing the hair of the senior senior brother, who himself was preparing for the His wrong decision paid the price - he felt that his scalp was numb from this shaggy boy.

The afterglow of the setting sun hangs in the mountains of Qinglong Island, Yan Zhengming half-squinted his eyes and thought in his heart: "If we can be so lively and lively every day on Fuyao Mountain in the future, the longevity day after day is indeed a match for the living gods. '."

Yan Zhengming suddenly couldn't help thinking about Fuyao Mountain. According to his thoughts, he didn't want the sect to be so prominent. There was no need for the daily traffic like Qinglong Island. It's all passed down, just go out and not be bullied by others.

When the time comes, the apprentices and apprentices will grow up, and they may also accept apprentices one after another. He can change the master’s unknown hall into an ancestral hall for apprentices to receive ordination and punishment. If any apprentice is naughty, he will send the most unreasonable copper coins to clean them up. .

Yan Zhengming thought about it, and said it out: "When we return to Fuyao Mountain, we will also accept apprentices, and we can also hold a sect competition every year. When the apprentice loses, whoever will take the apprentices to brush together. Bowl... sigh, copper coins! Are you trying to make me bald?"

Cheng Qianzheng was holding a wooden comb and said vaguely, "You should have been bald long ago."

Han Yuan used the carving knife to stab away the spell that was abolished by God, and asked briskly: "Little senior, you will be in the first game tomorrow, how do you feel, and how long will it take you to win?"

Before Cheng Qian could answer, Yan Zhengming said in amazement: "What, the first game tomorrow? Why didn't you tell me the copper coins earlier? Go to my hand to pick up a sword in a while, it's better than usual, and you can't hold it no matter what. A wooden sword goes straight up, do you hear me?"

Cheng Qian responded, holding a handful of hair in his hand, and asked casually, "What do you think, do you need me to win to the end?"

Yan Zhengming's long eyebrows were raised high, and he felt that his junior and junior brothers were getting more and more crazy. As soon as he said this, he was literally thousands of talented people in the world. He poked him with the words and said, "Do you mean that you will be able to sweep the lecture hall and step on Qinglong Mountain?"

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "It may not win, but if you feel the need, I will definitely do my best."

Cheng Qian seldom said something like "do your best", he said these four words more weight than others, because he would never perfunctory, say "do your best", he can really fight to the end in one breath.

Yan Zhengming couldn't describe the feeling in his heart for a while, and sighed secretly, feeling that no matter how much pain he felt, he even forgave Cheng Qian for breaking four or five of his hair.

Yan Zhengming said softly, "Xiao Qian..."

Cheng Qian: "Well, it's done."

Li Yun raised his head and glanced at it, and he was so breathless that he was choked on saliva and coughed to the death. Han Yuan had already covered his eyes and couldn't bear to see it.

The puddle, who had just returned the scriptures, ran over with a "da da da", and encountered the new image of the head senior brother in person. She opened her mouth in a daze and looked up at him with reverence - Cheng Qianda There is a flower on both sides of the brother's head, which is very symmetrical, as if a pair of purple and red ears have grown, and if he puts on a purple dress, the senior brother can go out and tell the matchmaker to pull fiber!

After a while, an angry shout erupted from the courtyard: "Cheng! Dive!"

What a pain in the ass like this! What's the use of raising him?

Cheng Qian passed through the yard and plunged into his own house, intending to close the door and pat the senior brother who came to collect debts outside the door, but just in time, there was a sudden sound of bells and drums in the twilight of Qinglong Island.

The big bell rang again and again, and the drum beat was so dense that it seemed to hit the heart directly.

The smile on Cheng Qian's face stopped, and the half-closed door was stuck in the middle: "What happened?"

Li Yun stood up, turned serious, and frowned: "If I remember correctly, the bell sounds like a warning, and the drum sound is to mobilize the inner disciples to defend against the enemy - why, is it someone who dares to invade Qinglong Island?"

"Puddle, come here and don't run around," Yan Zhengming shouted at the puddle, who ran to the door to look out, "I'll find someone to go out and ask—ocher..."

His voice fell, the courtyard door had been vigorously pushed open from the outside, and Ochre followed behind a person panting: "Wait! Real person you..."

Several people in the courtyard looked at the door together, and saw Tang Wanqiu standing there with an expressionless face.

Tang Wanqiu said without beginning, "Follow me."

Yan Zhengming stepped forward and asked, "Senior, what happened to the island? Where do you want us to go?"

Tang Wanqiu was never patient enough to explain. She turned her head and grabbed the vest of the puddle without saying a word. As the little girl screamed, as if she was carrying a small package, she carried her all the way. Go away, and only say one sentence: "Don't linger!"

As a result, everyone in the Fuyao faction had to chase after him. Cheng Qian raised his foot and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and waved his hand, and the lock on a box in the corner fell off. The frost-blade sword flew straight out and fell into his hands.

Chapter 41

The whole Qinglong Island was brightly lit. The night watchmen who were originally dispatched because of the big competition did not know where they died. The scattered practitioners became a group of headless flies. Xu, there are all kinds of shouting and so on - some people say that the magic cultivator has come to make trouble, some people say that the island owner has gone into the devil's practice... The most outrageous thing is that there is a real big blue dragon under the Qinglong Island. The Dragon King somehow broke free of the seal and went out to find food to eat. A monk on the island is probably enough for the old man to have a supper.

Tang Wanqiu always kept a distance of thirty feet away from Yan Zhengming and the others. It seemed that he was waiting for them on purpose. Yan Zhengming could see that he did not rashly attack her. It's just that the puddle caught in her hand as a package is pitiful, dizzy and frightened, and she couldn't help crying. Fortunately, Li Yun had already suppressed the demon blood in her body with medicinal herbs beforehand, otherwise she would let her cry all the way. Qinglong Island must be shaken, and it is not known what evil incident will be rumored.

Tang Wanqiu led them straight across the hillside of the lecture hall, disappeared into a forest in an instant, and stopped in front of a clump of stone tablets.

The place is called "Forest of Steles", and there are powerful stone steles that have risen or fallen from various places on Qinglong Island. They are similar to the ancestral halls dedicated to ancestors in the world. Cheng Qian and the others have heard of it, but they are not disciples of Qinglong Island. It's just a guest stay for further study, no one will come here if it's okay.

Tang Wanqiu let go of his hand and threw the puddle aside. The puddle cried all the way, crying out of all the fear in his heart, and all that was left was his shock and anger. As soon as he was free, he aimed at Tang Wanqiu's hand, sturdy. He opened his mouth to bite her.

But before the puddle's teeth fell, Tang Wanqiu suddenly lowered his head and glanced at her. The eyes of this real Tang, who has never been rude, turned out to be red. She seemed to not want to show anything in front of a child, so she gritted her teeth. , he just squeezed out a look of stern brows, not like qiáng enduring grief, but a bit like a vengeful king.

Shuideng looked at her for a moment, not only was not frightened, but felt something like a keen little shòu, silently withdrew his teeth, dragged two lines of snot, and was hugged back by the frightened senior brother.

Tang Wanqiu turned his back to them and said bluntly, "At the order of the island owner, I will send you out of this place tonight."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback: "Senior, what happened on the island? Although the juniors are not talented, they have been under the protection of the island owner for so many years. If there is anything they can contribute..."