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They had the intention to investigate the Nightmare Pedestrians, so they settled in a border town on the outskirts of the Southern Border. However, for more than half a month, they did not find any traces of demonic cultivators here.
Could it be that this group of horrific pedestrians are always like everyone's ladies, "there is no way to go outside the door"?
Then this devil should be... but it looks like their senior brother.
Yan Zhengming is not afraid of robbery or exposure, so he carelessly asked for a few rooms in the only restaurant in the town. He never asks what he wants every day when ordering food, he only asks the shopkeeper to take the most expensive one. Toenails are everywhere.
It's hard to get such a big head, and the store owner almost regarded him as an ancestor. The people near the southern border are strong, and there is no defense between men and women.
No matter how complete the dishes are, Cheng Qian didn't move his chopsticks, he just kept silently waiting for a glass of cold water.
The little lady in the store carefully observed her words for a moment, and finally summoned up the courage to talk to him: "Is there something wrong with your son?"
Cheng Qian treats people clearly inside and out, and he has always been a bit polite and dull in front of outsiders. If he doesn't have to inquire about something, he seldom talks to others and looks cold.
With Yan Zhengming by his side at this time, he was even more lazy to deal with others, so he only said briefly, "No, thank you."
The little lady in the shop finally had the courage she mustered up, and she didn't dare to provoke him again, so she turned to Yan Zhengming, and said with a smile, "The two young masters came here by accident, if it's later, the sky will be cooler. , there are not so many people around."
Yan Zhengming asked, "Why, there are scenic spots nearby that you want to see this season?"
The little lady of the store said: "Isn't it true, not far in front is the old site of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and they all came for that."
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment: "Vermilion Bird Pagoda? You mean Xu Yingzhi, one of the Four Sages...cough, senior?"
He only knew that Xu Yingzhi was in the south, but he didn't know the exact location of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, so he didn't expect to bump into it like this.
The little lady of the shop nodded hurriedly and said: "Exactly, the owner of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda has been dead for more than a hundred years, leaving only a relic and a loyal old servant. In a land without owner, every August 15th, the door opens to welcome people who are destined. Every year there are people who want to try their luck, even if they are not 'descended people', they can't enter the Suzaku Tower, and if they meet the old servant, they may be able to get along with him. The old man’s eyesight gave some pointers—hehe, but the Suzaku Pagoda has lost its owner, but it’s not so easy to get in. The two young masters are rich and noble at first glance, so don’t mix with these wild monks. They fought over their heads, but if they want to see blood, the government can't control it."
Seeing that they stayed nearby for a few days, they found nothing about the Nightmare Pedestrians. They didn't want to delay any longer, but they didn't want to accidentally find the Vermilion Bird Pagoda of the Four Saints.
Could it be a blessing in disguise?
At the same time, Yan Zhengming had some doubts in his heart. Since he knew that the Earth Lock might be related to the Four Sages, he paid attention to the rumors related to the Four Sages, but the Vermillion Bird Pagoda was placed last by him.
For no other reason, Xu Yingzhi, the owner of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, died at the hands of Lord Beiming.
Chapter 59
Yan Zhengming was a little undecided for a while.
Although he didn't say it, Cheng Qian could already see the doubts in his heart. In fact, Cheng Qian was very observant most of the time, but he probably wouldn't say it out loud, and he basically didn't take it to heart.
Seeing that the senior brother hesitated, Cheng Qian answered, "If you want to go and see, we will go to the second senior brother now."
Yan Zhengming pondered and did not move the place, and after a while, he suddenly said indifferently: "The master was thinking about the sect until his death, he would rather die and disperse his soul, but also put the three souls in copper coins to stop the great sect for the sect. Jie - Destroying the Demon Valley, destroying the Soul Eater Lamp... Besides, although he has gone crazy, he doesn't seem to be a man full of evil. If you were a master, if you were chasing this kind of love, would you be cruel to bury him under a tree? "
Cheng Qian paused for a while, but instead of answering directly, he asked: "What about Xiao Yuan? If we really block him in the southern border, what are you going to do?"
Yan Zhengming's brows furrowed, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
No matter what path Han Yuan chose afterward, it was not his original intention when he killed Cheng Qian. Those who have been caught in the art of painting souls are ignorant and unaware that their corpses are broken into pieces. Han Yuan has no way to resist. Yan Zhengming knows all these things well - but knowing is knowing, he has always had a grudge in his heart.
At this time, another small voice in his heart asked: "What if it was the other way around? What if the person who fell in love with the painting soul was Xiao Qian?"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Yan Zhengming couldn't help thinking about it.
His eyes slowly moved to Cheng Qian - Cheng Qian's appearance was not much different from when he was a teenager, but he was a little taller, his eyebrows and bones were slightly longer, and his outline was vague. But every time Yan Zhengming looked at him carefully, he would have some kind of indistinct feeling.
At first he thought it was a strange feeling that he hadn't seen for many years, but later found out that it was wrong, because every time he closed his eyes, he wished he could even remember how many eyelashes Cheng Qian had.
It stands to reason that shouldn't you turn a blind eye to familiar people or things?
However, Yan Zhengming found that he was less and less afraid to stare at Cheng Qian. He always felt that if he watched too much, his eyes would burn.
"If it was Xiao Qian, then I probably wouldn't have watched him jump into the sea and leave." After a long time, Yan Zhengming reluctantly came to such a conclusion, he secretly sighed, feeling a little guilty, because he was too partial.
After Yan Zhengming thought about it like this, his eyes couldn't help but look a little crazy. Cheng Qian remembered the way his brows were raised in the bamboo forest that day, and he was suddenly a little annoyed.
"These troubles shouldn't be on his mind in the first place," Cheng Qian secretly said, "If you have any difficulties, you can let me handle them all. Why are you so embarrassed?"
It is enough for the elder brother to suffer for the past 100 years. Cheng Qian decided to let him only eat, drink and have fun in the future, and occasionally put on the sect master's spectrum, and pass the addiction of being a powerful man. The calamity has been carried down, is it possible that it can't carry the crumbling beam of the Fuyao faction?
"Let's go, since the lock is in the head seal, we have to go and see the Vermillion Bird Pagoda anyway." Cheng Qian stood up and stretched out his hand to pull Yan Zhengming.
For some unspeakable reasons, Yan Zhengming felt nervous every time Cheng Qian's hand shook in front of his eyes, so he subconsciously blocked and grabbed Cheng Qian's hand.
Cheng Qian's fingertips were cold, but there was only a little warmth in the palm of his hand, but it seemed to be scorching.
Yan Zhengming shivered quietly, not willing to let go.
Cheng Qian didn't care, and with a "tsk", he grabbed the paw of "Young Master Lao Qian" with the copper coin ring, and roughly pulled his unsightly ring down and put it into his sleeve, sighing. Said: "Okay, no one will slap you this time... With such an imitation spirit on your body, I think you are really fed up."
Yan Zhengming's hand was suddenly empty, and his heart felt lost for a moment, but Cheng Qian had already walked out of the restaurant ahead of him.
The cold touch just now seemed to be still on his fingertips, Yan Zhengming moved his fingers reluctantly behind him, feeling a little abnormal.
Is it because the weather is too hot and Cheng Qian's hands are cold, can he escape the summer heat?
Cheng Qian had already walked out of the door at this time. Seeing that he was still dawdling, he turned around and asked, "Senior brother, what are you talking about?"
Yan Zhengming murmured: "I... um, it's a little hot..."
He spit on himself while hesitating, and Xiao Qian was not an outsider. When he was a child, he rolled on his bed without taking a shower after practicing swordsmanship, and he said, "Come here and let me take a breath of air" How about it?
At most, it's just staring at each other!
However, Yan Zhengming couldn't say it, and it was nothing if he couldn't say it. His heart was like a wild horse, and his thoughts ran out of control in more and more strange directions. Cheng Qian hugged the scene one by one.
It's like the real thing!
Yan Zhengming couldn't help but shivered secretly, this is really weird, is it possible that after so many days, the inner demon of that practice has not disappeared?
But then, there was a secret yearning in his heart.
Really tossing and turning, scratching ears and cheeks.
"Why is this motherfucker so similar to the legendary girl Huai chūn?" Yan Zhengming stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning for a while, and for a long while, his fragile heart let out a breathless cry, "Oh my god. , I must have lost my mind when I practiced.”
The soulless head Yan and Cheng Qian left the town all the way, and went along the wild mountains to find the most abundant spiritual energy in the mountains, but before they could find Li Yun, they heard chaotic voices first.
In the distance, could see a flamboyant Pegasus carriage parked there, with jewels on its body and gauze drapery flying over, making the surroundings seem like a rain of petals.
Pegasus is not something that ordinary people can support, at least a sect of the size of Mingming Valley can afford it. Moreover, monks can control objects soon after concentrating, and it is common for powerful people to shrink thousands of miles, endure the cold wind in the sky, and go out in such a flamboyant flying carriage.
No matter what it is, the level of the people in the car must not be too advanced.
The canopy on the carriage was very light and thin, and the gauze covered with spells was put down, and a young man was sitting in the carriage. He leaned lazily there. It was too good to be right, and there was a red mole on his left eyebrow, which added a bit of indescribable hostility to him.
There were at least a dozen cultivators who followed the flying carriage in front of the saddle and behind the horse. They glanced over, and all of them were not weak. There were also two old men with white hair and beard who followed behind the carriage.With the air of the dust, I am afraid that he is still a master above the primordial spirit.