This person looks lazy as if he has no bones, but who knows that he is hidden, at least to the point where his primordial spirit is a sword and can be freely stored.

The two Taoists who stopped the car were caught off guard, and hurriedly moved to the sides, not daring to meet their edge.

Although the two Taoists have practiced for hundreds of years, they did not dare to touch the bad head of this sword cultivator. The two looked at each other and backed away: "Offensive senior, please."

A sword cultivator can cultivate to this level, and a top-level master must also give him three points. He must be as determined as a rock, and he can be an elder worshipped by thousands of people in any sect. How can he sell this on the black market? A shameless thing?

Xian Chang sent a message, and the subordinates had to follow it no matter how unwilling it was, but after a while, the official here was gone, and he even neatly packed a leather garment for the caravan and sent them on. Row.

After walking out for a while, the manager heaved a sigh of relief, and cautiously approached the car window, nodding slightly flatteringly and saying, "Originally, there were few people checking this road, but I didn't expect bad luck... I'm thankful for today. The son will escort him personally."

A sentence floated out of the car: "Boss Li, you're welcome. I'm also on the way. I'm really grateful. Just take care of me a little more in the future."

Boss Li hurriedly said: "Don't dare, it's our honor to take care of you sir..."

At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the air, and I saw a stream of fire falling from the sky to the top of the carriage, with a "crash", a big girl was burned out.

I saw this girl with light brows, almond eyes and melon face, she was very handsome, only the dress was very different from ordinary people - she had a bunch of purple and red feathers in the back of her head, she looked beautiful from the front, and looked like a mountain with tails on the back. !

She swept the stunned mortals around, clapped her hands and rolled over from the roof of the car, got into the car without saying hello, and called out, "Elder Brother, I'm here!"

The sword cultivator in the car who pioneered the world and is unique in doing scalping with mortals is Yan Zhengming.

It has been a hundred years in the blink of an eye. At that time, Yan Zhengming took a junior brother, a junior sister and a Taoist boy across the East China Sea and traveled thousands of miles to Yan's house, only to see devastated-the Yan family was convicted and raided eight years ago. Party A, calling the wind and calling the rain, now can only discuss the short and long with the dead grass on the grave.

They had no choice but to start a long period of ascetic cultivation for their home, robbed the demon cultivator, entered the secret realm of no one, lingered in the black market of forbidden goods, and struggled in the cracks for a hundred years.

After all, there is a place for Sect Master Yan to regain the attention of his young master, but it is only the situation in the last two years.

The puddle had just flipped into the car and hadn't sat down yet, when Yan Zhengming raised his hand, scattered her hair in the air, and patted all the hair on her head, flying everywhere, and the puddle screamed: " Ah, my hair! I have no face!"

Yan Zhengming said, "I don't have the face to see people - why are you running here, you made a special trip to blind me?"

The grievance and grievance of the puddle retrieved her hair, fell to the ground, and took it back into her arms like a baby, and said, "There have been a lot of rumors recently in the middle of Shu. I heard that there is a ghost repair over there, and now the second senior brother can't sit still and go first, let me run errands to tell you."

Yan Zhengming frowned when he heard it. They had been looking for Han Yuan, who had no news of jumping into the sea back then, but there was no news. Every time they heard rumors about monsters, a few people would rush over to take a look... ...even though it feels very hopeless.

Yan Zhengming knew that this trip was futile, but he still had no choice. He sighed and drank the plum wine in the cup: "Let's go, and say goodbye to Boss Li."

In the middle of Shu, Mingming Valley.

As dawn was about to break, Cheng Qiancai excused Tang Zhen from being unwell, and sent Nian Mingming, who was enthusiastically discussing swordsmanship with him, away.

Nian Mingming doesn't use swords. Generally, people who look down and can't see their feet prefer shorter weapons because they are safer.

Cheng Qian felt that Niangu Lord might have a handsome young man in white clothes fluttering in his heart, so he was always fascinated by what he wanted.

Like swords... and waists.

He agreed to take a trip to the village where he was enshrined outside, Cheng Qian sent Nian Mingming and Tang Zhen away, and then returned to the extremely cold place where he had been in seclusion for 50 years, and took Tang Zhen out of his arms. Return the small group of past to him.

He knew that his body was dead, and he also knew that his soul had entered the Juling Jade by chance, and had been imprisoned in the Juling Jade for decades before being retrieved by Master Wenya.

Tang Zhen is a frank person. Back then, he entered the Juling Jade with his Yuanshen, and he took away his decades of life and death memories in front of Cheng Qian. Now he finally broke through the wall and couldn't wait to come back. With all the past in his hands, he felt a little timid about his nostalgia for a while.

Over the years, Cheng Qian's mind sometimes has some sporadic fragments, such as inexplicably feeling that he should have a handy sword, a bamboo forest where he lives, or an orchid-scented soothing incense in his bedding, etc. ...

The small group of memories that Tang Zhen returned to him was not strong, but it was not dim either. Cheng Qian grabbed it and played with it over and over again, but he didn't see a single crack.

The pale white light looks cold, but it makes people feel very warm when held in the hand, especially in this icy world.

Cheng Qian suddenly took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and blinked away the frost that had condensed on his eyelashes at the moment of distraction, and his fingers loosened a little. It sank into his eyebrows more urgently.

For a time, the young Guangyin finally came out after a hundred years of struggle to the death. It was as if he had just woken up from a big dream. .

Swinging on the top, Qinglong on the bottom, holding the frost blade, falling silver knife, epiphany on the desert island, orchid on the collar of the senior brother, suffering in the spirit-gathering jade...

Many kinds, not the past.

When Cheng Qian opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright. His eyes were sore, and Bingtan honed his heart as if it were still water, but he didn't stop the return of a hundred years of longing and nostalgia.

No wonder Tang Zhen and Nian Mingming decided that he would leave when he went out to retrieve his memory.

Cheng Qian stood up and walked to the edge of the ice pool. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The originally calm pool water suddenly swelled, forming an ice sword in the air and falling into his palm. The ground next to the ice pool is no less than a thousand-year-old ice, too hard, but it cannot resist the unparalleled sharpness of this ice sword.

Cheng Qian drew an extremely complicated spell beside the ice pool in one go. When the spell was completed, the ice sword was finally unbearable. He was stimulated by his true essence, and it broke into several sections, scattered to the side, and started slowly. Melted - the ice pool cold was sealed.

In order to prevent no one to guard the ice pool after he left, Cheng Qian's spell can seal the cold air for about ten or twenty years. If the old fat man can't draw the gourd like the same, he can come back in person to make up for it.

He has always been unwilling to neglect anyone who is kind to him.

When Cheng Qian left the Guzhu Pavilion, the grandparents who had come to ask for help the day before had already been sent back, only one Nian Mingming looked at him with complex eyes like marrying a daughter, and raised his sleeves. Touching the corner of his eyes, he hummed and said, "I'm gone, but I don't know when I'll see you again."

Strangely hurting his eyes, Cheng Qian felt that it would be better to never see him again in the future.

Nian Mingming said again: "If something goes wrong outside the valley in the future, even if you come back, you won't have to live in Bingtan at that time. I'll ask someone to clean up a mansion for you."

Cheng Qian's heart softened abruptly, but before he could soften to the end, he heard the old fat man say again: "I have already told the disciples in the valley that if they are bullied when they go out to travel in the future, even if they report your name, little friend, if you want Hold on!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He turned around and left, intending to distance himself from this place immediately. That year, Mingming hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait, little friend, I even prepared a sword for you!"

Cheng Qian looked back, and immediately felt a flower in front of his eyes, so that he was not blinded - saw that Nian Gu was holding a jeweled sword in his hand. Now, it is still inlaid with the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, and these four gentlemen are like the four wealthy masters who are richer than the other, simple and rough together, like Gongxi Fa Cai.

The corner of Cheng Qian's mouth twitched, and he said politely, "The owner of the valley should keep it for himself."

Nian Mingming sighed, shook his head and said, "Oh, that's right, the little friend has gone through seven heavenly tribulations and is bound to become a great master. We are a small family, and we really have nothing to do..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand was suddenly empty, and when he looked again, the rich master sword had been taken away by Cheng Qian, he said "thank you", and turned away with the sword, leaving a golden afterglow behind him. , shining in the sunny Mingming Valley.

Little Daotong stuck his head out from the door and said to Nian Mingming, who smiled brightly, "Master Gu, is Elder Youtan leaving?"

"Let's go," Nian Mingming said cheerfully, and suddenly sighed in his heart, "Alas, these capable people are just going to call the wind and call the storm outside and experience the wind and rain, and those of us who are lucky and incompetent have no choice but to stay behind. Enjoy the happiness - child, what's the matter?"

"Oh," said Daotong in a flat tone, "I just came to tell you that little uncle is running away again!"

Nian Mingming: "..."

Chapter 51

Cheng Qian just took two steps out of the valley, when suddenly he turned his head and stretched out his hand to grab it out of thin air, only to hear an "Ouch", a young man with a big head and a big head rolled down from a big tree at the exit of the valley.

The person landed first, but the luggage on the back was a step slower, and it just hit the person's head. don't know what heavy objects were in the luggage, and it hit the head and made a mighty muffled sound. The young man was smashed on the spot. Rolling his eyes, he fell backwards with his feet up and down, as if he had died before he left the apprenticeship.