Hearing him say the word "blessing", Tang Wanqiu's brows finally loosened slightly, he looked back at him, and said lightly, "Sect Master Yan, remember the kindness in your heart, take care of your own life first! "

After speaking, I saw her and pointed to the ground, shouting: "Open!"

There was a "rumbling" sound on the ground of the Forest of Steles, and there was a gap two feet square on the ground. Below it was a dark, vague stone step, which turned out to be a secret road.

Tang Wanqiu squeezed a hand gesture, and the power of thunder and fire gathered at her fingertips. With a flick of her finger, she lit the wall lamps of the entire secret passage one after another. The secret passage immediately became brightly lit, and Tang Wanqiu walked down first, urging. : "Don't linger!"

Yan Zhengming quickly exchanged glances with Li Yun, Li Yun frowned and whispered, "Senior brother, follow first."

Since the island owner appeared in Dabi, Yan Zhengming began to vaguely feel that something was wrong, but after all, he didn't know anything about the inside story. There is no more.

Yan Zhengming handed the puddle to the few Taoists who followed, and couldn't help but look back. Cheng Qian was firmly on the back of the break. He was looking in the direction of the lecture hall, but now he seemed to feel his gaze. In the same way, Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head and nodded at him, as if the sky was shattering, and he had a bottom line in his heart.

But Yan Zhengming knew that he didn't have the bottom line, he just didn't care, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, but after the bitter smile, his heart suddenly calmed down inexplicably, Yan Zhengming took a good sword and followed Tang Late Qiu descended a secret passage behind him.

The secret passage is really not spacious. Tang Wanqiu, who led the way, was fine, but Yan Zhengming could only keep his head down all the way. The lights on the two side walls were blessed by a spell, and people were not surprised. No one spoke on the way, inexplicably. Appears very depressed. It is very easy for people to lose their way in the underground and go around endlessly. Cheng Qian secretly calculated the distance. Just when he felt that he was about to walk out of Qinglong Island, another line of stone steps appeared in front of him.

The stone steps went straight up and down, and the gap was extremely narrow. Even the puddle had to be slightly lowered. Others almost climbed out.

Li Yun finally couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "I don't know where this is going to take us..."

Yan Zhengming shook his head, turned back and said with a little difficulty, "Ochre, take good care of your little sister."

His reminder reminded Han Yuan, who was behind him, of something.

Han Yuan hurriedly touched in his arms and found a string of "pendants", which were the soul-searching needles that he had stolen from a dog in the fairy market a few years ago. The needles were poisonous and were stuffed inside. Inside the small wooden shell, the nose of the needle is threaded with a straw rope. At first glance, it does not have a peculiar style of begging along the street.

Thinking that when Han Yuan first got the soul-searching needle, he still thought that there were so many people bullying them on the island, maybe they would be used up soon. Who knows that he has the protection of his senior brothers in everything, and these three needles have been kept until now. .

Han Yuan hung three soul-searching needles on the neck of the puddle, and instructed: "If someone wants to bully you, pull out the cork and use this to pierce him."

While speaking, the stone steps had reached the end. Tang Wanqiu slapped a slate with one palm, and the two-foot-thick slate was blown to pieces. This senior was simply a rampant pào battle. Yan Zhengming was about to lose his temper, so he had to be silent. follow out.

As soon as he appeared, Yan Zhengming felt a gust of sea breeze blowing towards his face. He took a closer look and saw that this place was actually a secret pier with only one boat parked in the middle. Just like blending into the night, if it wasn't close at hand, it would be almost impossible to notice that there was a behemoth here.

"Come up," Tang Wanqiu said, "There is no boatman, but you have a strong foundation in the art of spells, and the boat can be controlled by spells. See and fiddle with it yourself. If you can both control your swords, you don't need to be so troublesome."

Tang Wanqiu used to look like "Heaven is the eldest, and I am the second". The words that came out of her mouth should have been mocking and ridiculing their low cultivation level, but strangely, this time, she didn't seem to have any. that means.

She turned her head and glanced at the dark sky and the sea, which was darker than the sky, and whispered in a barely audible voice: "It's too fast, it's too late..."

For a moment, her whole body seemed to be buried in the thick night, and the skirt and hair swayed by the sea breeze almost gave people the illusion that she was a little fragile.

After a long time, Tang Wanqiu said, "I actually saw Han Muchun that day, but I didn't dare to recognize it—I may be...a bit reckless, and I wasn't sure if he wanted to be recognized."

It's a pity that she is so clumsy in dealing with people and things, and before she can weigh it, that person will never be seen again.

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and then she realized that she was talking about the battle she encountered on the East China Sea Road five years ago.

Tang Wanqiu: "You... um, it's a bit like your master when you were young."

As she said that, she lowered her head slightly and tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear. This is an unconscious little gesture that many girls have, asking her to do it, but it seems to contain a shocking past.

After Tang Wanqiu finished speaking the most gentle words in her life, her tone became hard again and she said to Yan Zhengming: "After leaving here, don't go back to Fuyao Mountain, go to the world to experience, find a spiritual mountain and beautiful water. It’s better to continue cultivating, don’t let others know that you are from the Fuyao faction.”

Yan Zhengming tentatively said: "Senior, isn't our Fuyao faction a small sect that is not in the mainstream? Can someone know about it?"

"A cat and a dog have never heard of it, but I know what I should know and what I shouldn't know," Tang Wanqiu said, "Don't linger, get on the boat and leave..."

Her voice fell, and suddenly there was an extremely bright beam of light on Qinglong Island that shot straight into the sky. For a time, the entire island was as bright as day, and it was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

Tang Wanqiu's pupils shrank, with an anxious look on his face.

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had been following the last one, suddenly stood up straight, and slowly raised the Frost Blade: "Who?"

Just listening to the sound of "咻" and "咻" in the air, a group of masked people fell down like black crows, and they surrounded them in an instant.

The first one came out more and more, and said behind the black cloth: "Qinglong Island is under martial law, from now on, ships are prohibited from going out!"

Tang Wanqiu raised his hand and pinched Cheng Qian's shoulder, tugging him to the side with force, and he stepped forward and said, "I never heard the island owner say martial law, what are you?"

The masked man gave a low sneer, and cupped his hands at Tang Wanqiu, "You don't need to get angry, even if you get on the boat, you won't be able to get out."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head as if to signal something, and saw countless stars lit up in the night sky. From a distance, they looked like a group of scattered fireflies.

Just when the puddle opened her mouth to cry, the ochre covered her mouth, and Li Yun asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what is that..."

Yan Zhengming turned his eyes around and retracted it, and replied, "When the sword was used, the sword body was excited by the fresh air and showed fluorescence."

Li Yun couldn't help but panic: "What? So many? Who is this for? It can't be for us, right?"

Li Yun is always the one who is usually smart and extremely smart, and falls off the chain at a critical moment.

As soon as he said these words, Yan Zhengming knew what he was thinking - indeed, they were just uneducated disciples from a small sect who had never left the mountain, and once they left Fuyao Mountain they lived in After arriving on Qinglong Island, the most flamboyant thing I ever did was to fight with a few loose cultivators who formed gangs. The other party was recruiting teachers like this, and 80% of them came to Tang Wanqiu. She has the ability to conquer the world. Everyone has been offended over and over again, and where did the mishaps come from?

Li Yun whispered: "Senior brother, if you didn't come to trouble us, then..."

Yan Zhengming squeezed his elbow with one hand and shook his head, feeling that it was not that simple, why was there chaos on the island, Tang Wanqiu didn't go to help, but sent them away in secret?

He keenly sensed something from Tang Wanqiu's warnings, "Don't mention that you are a Fuyao faction".

Suddenly, Cheng Qian, who had been silent all the time, opened his mouth, and Cheng Qian said with great certainty, "That person is Zhou Hanzheng."

Yan Zhengming was taken aback: "What? How do you know?"

Cheng Qian stared at the exposed eyes of the masked man in the lead without changing his expression, and said softly, "I know him?

Yan Zhengming, the authentic bitter master, may have forgotten - he has been like this since he was a child, quarrels are quarrels, anger is anger, but he doesn't hold grudges. Although the incident of falling off a high platform and being rǔ is still vivid in his mind, he did not leave him behind. What kind of unforgettable hatred, anyway, now Zhou Han is about to throw him off the high platform again, I am afraid it will not be so easy, with that spirit, he is more willing to recall the beautiful and happy days on Fuyao Mountain when he was young.

Cheng Qian was different. Whenever he couldn't keep practicing swordsmanship, or encountered a bottleneck and felt that he couldn't pass that hurdle no matter what, he would recall the brothers Zhang Dasen and Zhou Hanzheng, and follow his cultivation. A thousand miles a day, Zhang Dasen and others have gradually been ignored by him, and it is he who is dedicated to targeting Zhou Hanzheng alone.

Cheng Qian glanced around, took a step forward, raised his voice slightly and said to Tang Wanqiu: "Tang Zhenren, this junior is very grateful to the island owner for taking care of him for so many years, but there is one thing I don't knowwhy would he let someone of unknown origin go to him? Mixed into the lecture hall?"

Tang Wanqiu was stunned by what he said, and then turned around abruptly: "What did you say?"

The masked man at the head heard the words, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian... and the frost-blade sword in his hand, and said with a low smile: "The person that the living bird felt that day was really you, but you are a little bit of a kid. The doorway, actually hides it for you."