"Let's take a look at your fall injury." Cheng Qian said simply.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and let him torture his bruises again with rough hands and feet.

When Cheng Qian packed up his things and took a handkerchief to wipe his hands and was about to leave, Yan Zhengming suddenly stopped him: "Xiao Qian, do you have anything to ask me?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "Today... when you fell off the high platform, you called out 'Master'..."

He said, as if he didn't know how to comfort him, he hesitated for a while, and finally patted Yan Zhengming on the shoulder tentatively.

He found that he was still speechless when he said good things, Cheng Qian was a little frustrated and sighed lowly.

Yan Zhengming: "I didn't say that."

Cheng Qian glanced at him suspiciously: "...otherwise?"

For example, where should the sect go in the future? For example, when will you be able to live up to your spirits, Sect Master?

At this moment, Yan Zhengming discovered the difference between Cheng Qian and others - he never cared about what decision he made as the head, and never expected anyone to be better, so that he wouldn't have to suffer so much on Qinglong Island. Being bullied, he increased his sword practice time by himself. No matter whether the sky fell or the ground collapsed, there was only one clear and clear path in his eyes.

"Master showed you the whole set of swing wooden swords?" Yan Zhengming suddenly changed the topic.

Cheng Qian nodded: "It's just that I haven't mastered the last three styles."

"Just remember." Yan Zhengming put on his coat, and picked up his sword from the head that brought him countless condescension, "Go, go to the backyard, and help me mute the swing wooden sword into a sword score.

Chapter 37

Qinglong Island has two mountains at the front and back. At the top of the back mountain, Haitao and the dense forest are far away from each other. A figure traverses quickly, almost turning into a gust of wind, heading straight for the edge of the cliff.

I saw his toes tap a few times on the edge of the cliff that was almost straight up and down, and then climbed up like a cloud and mist. He spotted a "withered grass" with no flowers and no leaves on the edge of the cliff, and pulled it down by the roots. Immediately after a flip, he inserted his five fingers into the rock, and around his arm, he threw himself up the hillside.

This person was so elegant that he was almost casual, and he only showed his true face when he landed. It was actually a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He glanced back at the sunset cliff, and turned around and walked up the stairs with a half-smile.

It was only then that the giant eagle, who was standing beside the "withered grass" early in the morning, realized that he had been cut off by someone. , as if he knew that it couldn't be provoked by the person coming, he hesitated for a while, but did not dare to chase after him. After a while, the figure of the young man was hidden in the jungle and disappeared again.

Suddenly, a loud whistle came from the jungle, and the giant eagle was frightened. It flew up and left the cliff. Several other whistles responded one after another, forming an encirclement in the jungle, obviously coming prepared.

The birds in the forest rushed straight to Xiao Han, whistled and circled, and then scattered and fled.

When the young man heard it, his expression did not change. He carefully patted the soil under the roots of the "withered grass", put it in his arms, and turned the ordinary wooden sword in his hand twice, and said "tsk": "Yīn's soul is not scattered."

It turned out that this young man was Cheng Qian.

Five years have passed like a flick of a finger, and the former child has grown into a handsome young man, and fortunately answered the message given by the senior brother in the "Gentle Township" when he first met, and he did not grow crippled.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian was surrounded by four or five people in the dense forest.

Before Zhang Dasen went to Qinglong Island, Zhenyuan had already made some achievements, so he has always been quite famous among the loose cultivators. He held up his stinky feet, and raised his tail even more violently.

"It's you kid again." In the past five years, Zhang Dasen and Cheng Qian's grievances have not only not resolved, but have become more and more serious. As soon as they see Cheng Qian, they can't help gnashing their teeth.

Cheng Qian put his hands behind his back, the wooden sword hung down by his side, and tapped lightly on his legs, with a little confusion on his face, "I can't understand what the dog is barking."

Zhang Dasen, as a person, has always been good at showing his teeth and claws. If others scolded him, he would feel better, but every time he was indifferent to Shang Cheng Qian's indifferent face, he felt that he could liven up his beard.

The person who came with Zhang Dasen sneered at Cheng Qian: "Little Daoist friend, if you are smart, hurry up and get the 'Wupeng Grass' out. If you don't bow your head, we have to be polite."

Hearing this, Cheng Qian turned to him immediately, and saw the young man holding the wooden sword, bowing his head respectfully and politely to the speaker, clasping his fists and saying, "Don't take it, give me advice."

This attitude of toasting, not eating and drinking, made several people around Cheng Qian look at each other, and immediately swarmed up in tacit understanding.

As soon as these people made their move, they clearly distinguished the roles of the main attacker, the auxiliary, the sneak attack, and the outflanker, etc. Cheng Qian did not panic, and he handled it with ease.

Obviously, both sides are already familiar with this kind of siege.

The Zhang Dasen double-headed halberd swept out a mass of wind, trapping Cheng Qian firmly in it, and the three behind him followed closely. The spine is straight up and down.

Cheng Qian didn't turn his head back, only to see that the wooden sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, pinching the attacker's wrist exactly one by one. The sawdust on the sword that was cut off by the opponent's big knife was agitated by his strength, and it broke apart like broken nails.

Zhang Dasen and the other group hurriedly dodged, and the cooperation was a little messy. Cheng Qian took the opportunity to catch a gap in the blockade of the three popularity, and saw that he raised his hand to cling to the branch, jumped, and the clothes flew like a Bird, straight up from the gap.

Zhang Dasen and others instinctively chased up, but they were not as dexterous as Cheng Qian. After reacting, several people found that they had separated from others.

It was only this moment that Cheng Qian was caught.

I saw his move "cháo rolls the wind of love", and immediately caused a commotion on the treetops, the branches and leaves were in an uproar, Zhang Dasen's double-headed halberd had nowhere to display, and he was the first to be slapped with a sword qi.

Then, Cheng Qian ignored the pursuit with the human magic weapon of the subduing pestle in one hand, jumped down from the sky, landed and went straight at high speed, and at the same time slapped the root of the big tree with a palm.

There is a saying that "the tree falls and the hozen is scattered". The few people who lived above Cheng Qianda didn't have time to retreat, and found that the building was about to collapse under their feet. At that time, Cheng Qian was already several dozen meters away and could not catch up.

In the distance, Cheng Qian brushed over the cloth-stained leaves, and bowed his hands to Zhang Dasen politely, as if it meant "nuisance, thank you for your advice", and then his figure quickly disappeared into the sunset.

Over the years, the Fuyao faction has taken root on Qinglong Island like this. Fortunately, Zhou Hanzheng, who was tirelessly trying to trouble them, was the Dharma protector. Extraordinary.

The two guardians of the lecture hall, one Tang Wanqiu came from Mulan Mountain, and the other Zhou Hanzheng was not from Qinglong Island, but this person's ins and outs were more secretive than Tang Wanqiu, so Han Yuan and the like could not find out. Tang Wanqiu arrived at Qinglong Island in the same group as Yan Zhengming when Xianshi was about to open, but Zhou Hanzheng arrived later than her, and left in a hurry the next day after the first lecture hall.

After that, most of the great masters who went to the high platform to preach the scriptures were very self-sufficient. They just said their own when they went up.

Yan Zhengming has thoroughly learned the lessons of the way he came from. After that, when the lecture hall opened, they basically went there together before dawn, found an inconspicuous place, and did not fight with each other. Spelling spells or reading sword manuals, waiting for others to come, and when this class is over, they will quietly leave together.

Over time, the Fuyao sect was gradually forgotten by people who didn't know each other, and a few teenagers almost became transparent people... Oh, of course, except for Cheng Qian, Cheng Qian gradually seldom communicated with the disciples and brothers of the sect in public. When they appeared together, he was almost alone.

He couldn't be full of wings and couldn't protect the entire sect, so he had to calmly pull the hostility of others towards the sect to himself, and take it all.

Years ago, Yan Zhengming also hired a big boat to send most of the Daotong and Xiaoyueer and other grown-up girls back to Yan's house. After all, they are all mortals, and their life is only ten years old, so they can't afford to waste them.

Only a few, such as Xueqing Ochre and others, are willing to stay and accompany them on this long journey of life.

In this way, Fuyao sent almost everyone to the empty building, which was like dragging a family with a family, but a few people moved to a yard and really began to clean up.

There are no four seasons on Qinglong Island, and the light is like swept away, and the people who are in it will often be in a trance.

In the past five years, Yan Zhengming and Cheng Qian discussed and discussed several times, and finally finally completely restored and transcribed the Fuyao Wooden Sword, and passed it to Li Yun, and Li Yun passed it to Han Yuan.

I don't know if it was "learning is worse than teaching", or Yan Zhengming's mood changed a few times, but it finally settled down. He spent eight years on Fuyao Mountain before he learned less than three styles of swordsmanship, and finally mastered it on Qinglong Island.

Shuideng has also grown from a babbling toddler to a little girl, probably because she suffered a great disaster before she broke her shell. I don't know who this girl has a temperament like, and she is very unhurried. Ever since she was able to speak, the puddle has never cried again. When she encounters anything, she will stick her tongue out and talk to the senior brothers in a hurry, and out of nowhere she came up with a trick of "chattering endlessly". No matter how hard she tried, as long as she could tire of a certain senior brother, she could always achieve her wish in the end.