Fuyao Mountain is hidden in a secret realm, and the disciples who are close at hand are either shocked, confused, struggling, or crying.

The same family reunited for a hundred years, but unexpectedly this is the situation.

Yan Zhengming was in a gap between madness and calmness. He quickly sealed his chaotic thoughts. He didn't look back at Cheng Qian, but said to Han Yuan, who was right in front of him: "Since you're here, just stay."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at the gaping sword on the ground. True Yuan rushed straight towards Han Yuan like a sharp edge, condensing into countless sharp swords in the air, white and overwhelming.

The demon cultivator seemed to have completely controlled Han Yuan's body. He opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of black mist. The black mist turned into a huge ghost-faced sculpture. The ghost-faced sculpture squeaked and spread its wings. wrapped in it.

When the sword was sharp, the one person and one carving probably saw that he couldn't get a good deal today, and he didn't know what kind of evil and heretical exercises he used.

Looking at it again, there was only a white paper figure left on the ground, and an arrow pierced the heart and landed there.

Han Yuan... The demon cultivator saw that the situation was wrong and ran away.

Yan Zhengming stood there in a daze for a while, as if he couldn't gather the courage to look back. After a long while, he took a few deep breaths, and turned his head back as if rusted, his eyes didn't blink. Looking at Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian's life, whether dead or alive, has never flinched, but at this time of reunion after a long absence, the senior brother's eyes suddenly made him have the urge to flee.

Li Yun looked at this and the other as if he was sleepwalking. After a while, he let out a babble: "Xiao...Xiao Qian? This, what's going on?"

Shuideng held back his tears and said incoherently: "Third Senior Brother, I saw your sword in the middle of Shu, but when I chased after you, you had already left, I... I thought that if it was you, you would definitely come back. ...but I don't know if I saw it wrong, and I don't dare to tell my senior brothers..."

She lowered her head quickly, her arms were still wrapped in chains that hadn't broken free, she wiped away a tear, choked for a long time, and then she asked with grievances like a little girl: "You... wait for me..."

Cheng Qian's heart that had been in the ice pool for decades was gripped fiercely, and he was almost speechless for a while.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised a hand slowly and held Cheng Qian's face, his tentacles were cold, as if his body temperature was lower than ordinary people's body temperature. The Frost Blade Sword, which he had been carrying all the year round, also seemed to be aware of it, sending out a restless tingle. A beep sounded, trembling softly. Yan Zhengming's heart ups and downs like the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking. He wants to ask where Cheng Qian has been over the years, whether the wound on his chest is still there, how he got here, and whether he has endured hardships...A thousand words, blocked Got a blank mind.

However, it is impossible to talk about, because compared with the mood, it seems that no matter which sentence falls, it feels scribbled.

In the end, they twisted together and turned into a desperate plea in his heart, Yan Zhengming thought, "Is this true?"

Cheng Qian lowered his eyes slightly, avoided his gaze, and called out in a low voice, "Senior brother."

"Well," Yan Zhengming replied vaguely, "you still..."

The words he spit out were like a gossamer, and it was already unsustainable to say two words. The second half of the sentence was almost pressed into his throat, and he could only see his lips twitching: "...You still remember me."

Cheng Qian pressed his hand gently, and suddenly it was a little difficult to breathe.

Yan Zhengming's eyes were dyed red little by little: "Why haven't you come to see us for so many years?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word.

Yan Zhengming suddenly pulled his hand out of Cheng Qian's, and punched him in the abdomen without leaving his hand. Cheng Qian didn't hide. A fishy smell came up from his mouth, and before he had time to swallow it back, his second punch came again, and the blood stuck in his throat. Cheng Qian suddenly knelt on the ground and coughed to death.

The stunned Li Yun finally woke up from his sleepwalking, hurriedly jumped up, hugged Yan Zhengming's waist, and dragged him back desperately: "What are you talking about?"

Yan Zhengming basically attacked indiscriminately, but Li Yun also got an elbow when he returned his hand: "Let go!"

Li Yun yelled into his ear, "Are you crazy!"

Yan Zhengming's voice was hoarse like rusty swords colliding, and hissed, "I've been crazy for almost a hundred years!"

There was a buzzing sound in Cheng Qian's ear, but he couldn't attack.

He retreated in the ice pool for more than 50 years, and was taken away by Tang Zhen. When the brothers and sisters were drifting away, he seemed to be ignorant and lazy, and his heart was calm and peaceful. Everything cooled down and sank into his stomach, turning into ashes full of guilt.

He felt guilty and aggrieved at the same time, and both sides had nowhere to focus, as if they were about to come out along with the bloodstains between his fingers.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that he might never have such a deep concern for anyone in his life.

The puddle said loudly, "Have you had enough!"

She spread her wings suddenly, threw the chains off her body, ran to Cheng Qian's side, and carefully supported him: "Third Senior Brother..."

Even the little devil who was raised as a mascot by them all over the world has grown so big in a blink of an eye. Except for the wings, she is familiar, and she has been reborn into a big girl, which is a bit unfamiliar.

As soon as she approached, Cheng Qian couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, so he hurriedly ducked slightly, waved his hand, and was speechless for a while, only a smile with a little embarrassment and nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Yan Zhengming and Li Yun were exhausted after arguing, and finally calmed down for a while. He stared at Cheng Qian for a while, closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and walked towards Cheng Qian. In just these two or three steps, the resentment and unwillingness that he had experienced in the years he had suffered and had no one to complain about suddenly vanished.

It was like a nightmare that had been going on for years and finally woke up.

Yan Zhengming took off Cheng Qian's hand covering his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth little by little, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"It hurts," Yan Zhengming leaned over and hugged him, put his chin on Cheng Qian's shoulder, and murmured, "Next time you dare to leave home for so long, I will definitely kill you... One hundred years, Cheng Qian, a mortal's life has been wasted..."

At this point, his composure was broken, Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian and burst into tears and laughs. Farewell, they all followed him with trepidation, lest the Fuyao faction have another crazy leader after Beimingjun and Huángshu láng.

...that's really too long.

The commotion was in the middle of the night, Yan Zhengming finally calmed down, the puddle was lit as usual, the weather was sultry, and several brothers avoided her.

Cheng Qian put the frost blade across his knee, and took advantage of the coolness of the sword to adjust his breath, and Yan Zhengming silently sat on the side and guarded him.

Li Yun angrily stabbed Yan Zhengming from behind and asked, "Master, are you cured of your madness?"

Yan Zhengming gave him a glance, and smiled bitterly with a little self-deprecation: "It seems to be more serious."

Li Yun gave a "tsk" and asked, "Why does Xiao Qian seem to be a little bit afraid of heat, has he never been like this before?"

"Huh?" Yan Zhengming looked a little dazed and asked, "Really?"

Li Yun added: "I remember that we buried him on a desert island with our own hands. His breathing and pulse stopped, and you dawdled. In the end, the whole person was cold, and there was absolutely no life. You said this what is the problem?"

Yan Zhengming replied absently, "I don't know."

Li Yun frowned and followed his own train of thought: "In retrospect, it was a bit strange at the time, that Zhou Hanzheng was very imposing at first, but when Xiao Qian appeared, his cultivation seemed to be suppressed by most of them suddenly. Do you think it has something to do with this matter? Hey, eldest brother, I have an idea. Do you think it is possible... When Xiao Qiang was separated from us, who met someone or got something important? Did you save his life?"

Li Yun's ignorance of the horse and the rein, but he was mistaken for the most part like a blind cat encountering a dead mouse. Unfortunately, no one appreciates this kind of wit, because Yan Zhengming didn't seem to hear a word, and he didn't even respond at all.

Li Yun couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Senior Brother!"

"Can't you wait for him to wake up and ask yourself these things?" Yan Zhengming raised his hand impatiently to drive Li Yun away, "How could I know?

Li Yun: "..."

He could see that the head of the senior brother had already been smothered by a third junior brother, and he couldn't hold other things at all, and he didn't even care about the cause and effect of the matter.

Yan Zhengming no longer paid attention to Li Yun, and took out a snow-white hairband from his arms - it is said that it is made of silk from Saibei snow silkworms. Snow silkworms are not easy to survive. It is possible to weave an inch and a half of material, and the tentacles are cold, and it is worth a fortune on the black market.

I saw him put the real essence to the fingertips into a thin thread, and engraved a puppet symbol on this hard-to-buy hairband like threading a needle and thread. He was extremely focused, as if there was only one thing in his eyes , with a flick of the finger, the headband went towards Cheng Qian's hair.

Li Yun took a deep breath: "Eldest brother, can you calm down?"

Cheng Qian was so frightened that Jin Sichan didn't dare to open his eyes at a glance. The cultivation base must have been above the primordial spirit. For a master at this level, his consciousness will naturally be released when he meditates. Even if he is unconscious, everything can beIt is impossible to approach him casually.