Yan Zhengming asked: "A piece of jade, even if it is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, can it be made by soaking it in an ice pool? Impossible, to be honest."

Cheng Qian almost looked at him with admiration. Back then, he pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey. After scolding the bald donkey, the eldest young master, who didn't know why he was angry, even had a day of carefulness. And, of course, there is a catastrophe."

The sword under Yan Zhengming's feet suddenly stopped in the air: "What?"

His voice was a bit gān for a while: "Is it... a big catastrophe or a small catastrophe?"

Some monks jump too fast, and they will suffer from heavenly tribulations. Generally, there are only three or five ways. The nine gods and thunder are the heaviest. It's called "Small Tribulation".

Only when the great power ascends, will the great catastrophe come down. Even if the people who have experienced catastrophe have the ability to overturn mountains and turn clouds and rains in the mortal world, they can only survive the ninth death on this hurdle-the ants and the gods earn their lives, this is disrespectful, let alone Delusions live the same life as heaven and earth.

Legend has it that during the great catastrophe, the thunder was like a pouring thunder, and it was impossible to resist, and there was absolutely no magic weapon to protect it in the mortal world.

Cheng Qian paused: "Uh..."

Yan Zhengming immediately affirmed: "It's a big catastrophe."

Cheng Qian said nonchalantly: "Oh, that's not true. I have been in seclusion all the time, and my knowledge is limited. I have never heard of a catastrophe."

In this regard, Cheng Qian, who has been very pretentious since he was a child, is much better than the puddle. After speaking, he also appropriately brought a little more curiosity and asked: "What is a big catastrophe?"

Yan Zhengming looked at him without saying a word.

Cheng Qian added in an understatement: "Anyway, I have been through it, but I don't feel anything powerful, maybe it's relatively small, right?"

Yan Zhengming's eyes began to get a little dark, just like when someone knocked over his incense burner when he was a child, he didn't say a word, he just kept staring at others, every eyelash stood clearly like "I'm very unhappy, you hurry up. Apologize to me" shape.

Cheng Qian used to think impatiently, "I'm used to your problems", and then decide whether to perfunctory comfort or not depending on the priority of the matter. However, after many years, he suddenly felt very soft-hearted - trapped in the Ju Lingyu At that time, he was about to die, the stinky temper of the senior brother, the toad of the second senior brother, the misfortune caused by the fourth junior brother, and even the endless diapers of the younger junior sister, all of which he missed.

Cheng Qian suddenly smiled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly bent into a clever hook. He avoided answering the question of the calamity, and just coaxed: "Senior brother, I miss you very much."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

His heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he hurriedly said "coming soon", then dropped Cheng Qian, swooped down to the cloud with Yu Jian, and fled.

At the same time, Sect Master Yan thought very heroically: "Don't expect me not to pursue it. When I go back, I will send a letter to the old fat man in Mingming Valley to ask what happened."

Cheng Qian originally thought that the so-called "Village" was in some deep mountain and old forest, but he didn't expect that it was actually a mountain village.

The two of them landed on the top of the mountain and walked down. From a high place, they could see the crowded human market not far away.

Anyone who sees it will only say that this is the residence of a mortal landlord.

However, when he entered the villa, Cheng Qian understood why Yan Zhengming wanted to buy the house.

I don't know who the previous owner of this villa was, but here it is backed by mountains and waters, and the terrain is very clever. The aura of the green hills on three sides is all gathered in it, and walking down in a circle is not much better than Qinglong Island in Xianshan Mountain in the East China Sea.

"I strengthened the courtyard wall," Yan Zhengming said. "There are spells under the bricks, so that the spiritual energy of the house does not leak out-even if it is not as deep as Fuyao Mountain, it is definitely better than Mingming Valley."

Still pissed... Cheng Qian was speechless and had no choice but to nod his head.

After walking around the outer courtyard, the pavilions and pavilions are complete. Occasionally, the servants who cleaned the courtyard passed by quietly. They passed through a garden and came to the inner house. saw the trees here were thick and shaded, and the bamboos formed a sea. As soon as you step in, you will feel that the summer heat has been swept away, and people walking in it will involuntarily lighten their steps to prevent disturbing the quiet here.

"They are not allowed to enter here, even if they retreat, no one will disturb them," Yan Zhengming said, "Come with me."

He took Cheng Qian straight to the middle of the bamboo forest, and saw that there was a small courtyard here. There was a wooden sign hanging at the door with the word "Qing An" written on it. The breeze was blowing, the bamboo leaves were rustling, and Cheng Qian stood there. In front of the courtyard gate, he was stunned for a while, as if he had returned to Fuyao Mountain after a long absence.

In the courtyard, the door of the study was half-closed, and the four treasures of the study were all spread out on the table, and a copy of the Qing Jing Sutra was lying on the table, as if the master had never left.

While Cheng Qian was looking around, Yan Zhengming hurriedly rolled up the half of the Qingjing Sutra and put it in his sleeve and hid it, and said to Cheng Qian as if nothing had happened: "I... um, I remember that your Qing'an residence was like this, look. See any difference?"

Cheng Qian looked at the lifelike carved windows, the tea-preserving spell tray, which could sink people into the soft chairs and the scent of seals on the side, and at a glance, he knew whose territory this place used to be, and said to himself, "It's really a little side. Not at all."

But seeing Yan Zhengming's pretentiously calm gaze, he opened his eyes and shook his head and said nonsense: "No, it's almost possible to mix the fake with the real."

Yan Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief at first, then tensed his expression with difficulty, and said very "master": "That's good, it's just for you, come back and live."

After he finished speaking, he looked solemn and stared at Cheng Qian threateningly: "Have you remembered what I said? If you dare to leave without saying a word, I will clear the door."

Cheng Qian was amused and helpless, and couldn't help but choked, "Are you finished yet?"

He didn't fight back and scolded him along the way, and Yan Zhengming was so obedient that he always felt uneasy, and when he finally heard the familiar tone, his heart was like a boulder falling to the ground, and he felt at ease.

Sect Master Yan asked himself bitterly: "Is it because you can't see others giving you a good face, bitch?"

Then the slut took a step forward and hugged Cheng Qian from behind. The moment his arms tightened, Yan Zhengming closed his eyes and held his breath, as if he was holding a strange feeling. He reached his hand, patted Cheng Qian's shoulder affectionately, and said, "Okay, you can rest well."

Then he turned around and left with half of the Jingjing Sutra in his hand, and when he walked out of the bamboo forest, he exhaled the breath that he was holding. He was so contented and slightly melancholy, slipped to the next door, and concentrated on putting the primordial spirit into the head seal, carefully Look up the mountain closure order left by the master.

Although Cheng Qian asked a question and said a sentence, the language was very vague, but Yan Zhengming keenly felt that the process of his death and rebirth seemed to be just in response to the three tribulations of "heaven, earth and man", and it was in the triple lock in the mountain closure order. One correspondence...could it be a coincidence?

He tentatively used the primordial spirit and the spiritual sense in the head seal to slightly confront him. The head seal treated him very leniently and would not hurt him. He seemed to tolerate a junior who was not very sensible. It's still far from being an oyster and a mayfly shaking a tree, so don't play tricks.

Yan Zhengming bypassed the "human lock" that he already knew in his heart, and turned to the "ground lock" at the back. He probed into his divine sense and saw that there were four grids of green, white, and Zhuxuan, which were divided into four squares. There is a keyhole in it, three of which are locked tightly, but the one belonging to Qinglong has been opened.

How is this going?

Chapter 56

Although it hangs around his neck from time to time, after all, this is actually the second time that Yan Zhengming has not entered the primordial spirit into the head seal - the first time he entered it by mistake, and he had no idea what was going on at that time.

However, the mood here is very different.

Yan Zhengming still remembers that the first time he saw these three mountain closure orders, he almost didn't want to live.

He felt that he had always been in a state of confusion in his life, and the only solemn promise he had ever given was that one day he would return to Fuyao Mountain and pick up the aggrieved little diver on the deserted island in the East China Sea. I don't know what it means to be alive.

Fortunately, at that time, it was catching up with the long demon bone in the water hole. The demon bone in the water hole grew half an inch in ten years. As a half demon, the human half helped her and harmed her. On the one hand, human beings are the spirit of all things. , the innate understanding of cultivation is much more than that of the shòu class. On the other hand, as she grows older, her fragile mixed-race body begins to be unable to withstand the expanding demonic energy of the heavenly demon. Before her own cultivation level has reached a certain level, Every time the demon bone grows, someone needs to be there to suppress her demonic aura.

Li Yun, who couldn't support the wall, obviously couldn't do it. Although Yan Zhengming was born with a loveless heart from time to time, he never dared to really leave the two of them behind. He really didn't even have the freedom to seek short-sightedness.

But fortunately there are those two burdens.

He turned around the ground lock a few times in situ, but without any clue, he turned to the sky lock without any haste.

Tiansuo looks a little weirder. The outer shell is transparent, and the inside is a starry sky. Hundreds of millions of stars are like countless dust. There was a small hole the size of a pinhead in the corner. Yan Zhengming studied it for a long time, only to see occasionally one or two stars colliding near the small hole, but maybe it was the wrong shape, maybe the wrong size, or maybe it hit the wrong way. Not a single one fell out anyway.

Yan Zhengming probed around this "only one line" of Tiansuo for a while, and found that there was no other gap except for the small hole, and even a trace of divine consciousness could not penetrate it.

He suddenly had a strange guess in his heart—could it be... There is only one of these countless stardusts, and it can just come out of this small hole, and its size and shape must fit exactly with the small hole, and it must be just right Can it come from a certain predetermined direction in order to break out of the lock?