He "swiped" the fan together, put his hands behind his back, and continued: "There are so many trivial matters in the world, it is reasonable to say that practitioners should not get involved too much for their own cultivation realm, but I have been pondering one thing— Those mortal dignitaries, who have been prosperous and rich all their lives, don't they want to live forever? Does the emperor not want to let himself live forever? I don't believe that all the adults in the court and middle-aged people are thinking about doing their best, and they have never thought of such a thing, otherwise they would be mediocre. A mortal prince rebelling, why does he involve so many spells and fairy weapons?"

The puddle asked curiously, "What does that have to do with us?"

"Stupid bird," Yan Zhengming stabbed her on the head with the tail of his folding fan, "For some reason we don't know, I'm afraid it's already in the record of Tianyan, and Zhou Hanzheng knew us a hundred years ago. , I never want to see the second Zhou Hanzheng again, so I have to do whatever it takes to be ready to strike first."

He didn't know when he was actually infected with a murderous aura, and sometimes the fate of the world is really incalculable.

Cheng Qian's chest suddenly felt sour. As the time he left the ice pool stretched, the joys, sorrows and sorrows that belonged to people in his heart were like the beginning of a glacier, slowly melting and recovering. At this time, he finally felt distressed after realizing it. .

He destroyed the ochre note and patted Yan Zhengming's back: "If I can kill the first Zhou Hanzheng, I will kill the second one, don't worry."

Yan Zhengming couldn't rest assured about him, he turned his head and said sharply: "You'd better give me some peace of mind - you clearly know what the big and small catastrophe is and you pretended to be confused, I haven't pursued you yet, don't I thought... ah! Cheng Qian! You little bastard, what did you touch just now!"

The senior brother in charge gave a very normal and serious lecture, and when he realized which hand Cheng Qian was using to wipe him, he suddenly turned into an extremely tragic scream.

With an innocent face like a gentleman, Cheng Qian raised a hand slightly, and said, "It's just a little saliva, it's already gone."

Yan Zhengming's face twisted.

Cheng Qian had to sigh and comforted: "Don't be like this, brother, you are still innocent."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

What is "it's better to raise a junior brother than a dog", he can really feel it now, it seems that the ancestors of the Fuyao sect declined because of the same sect.

Yan Zhengming didn't know for a while whether he should go back to peel and wash and change clothes, or clean up Cheng Qian first, when suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Several people were stunned at the same time, and the smile in Cheng Qian's eyes disappeared suddenly, and the whole person seemed to have just emerged from a handful of frost, and the puddle closed his mouth abruptly, and flew to the pen stand on the side, pretending that he was just a Ordinary bird.

After a while, I saw an unfamiliar servant run all the way to the door, and respectfully said, "Young Master Cheng, you have a letter."

Yan Zhengming asked coldly, "When did the inner courtyard let you come and go at will?"

On the one hand, there are rules in the villa, and on the other hand, there are spells at the entrance of the inner courtyard wall, and outsiders should not be able to enter at all.

Cheng Qian waved his hand, and the letter flew over. The moment the letter left the servant's hand, he seemed to be woken up by someone with a stick. He shivered suddenly and looked at the person in front of him in horror. The owner of the villa, met Yan Zhengming's piercing gaze, he knelt down with a "thump", and said tremblingly: "Zhuang, the villa owner, then there is a magic trick in that letter, the villain... the villain didn't mean it... "

Cheng Qian lowered his head and glanced at the envelope, only to see "Cheng Xiaoyou personally opened" on it, and the signature was "Tang Zhen".

The seal of the envelope was torn open, and a faint fragrance emanated, Cheng Qian knew as soon as he smelled it, it was the grass juice of Somnambula. Tang Zhen has traveled all over the world in these years, and there are many strange things around him, and even Cheng Qian has gained a lot of knowledge.

Mixing the grass juice of Somnambula into the ink, in addition to the real recipient, anyone who wants to open the letter with ulterior motives will be attacked by it - for example, if there is any gap, they have been wandering outside their villa, Thinking about how to infiltrate the inner courtyard, if he touches the sleepwalking grass, he will be directed to break in directly.

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and grabbed the man. He tried to be the master and didn't use any strength, but the suspicious little servant took it seriously, jumped up from the ground, swiftly dodged away, and ran out quickly. .

When he ran to the door, a figure suddenly landed in front of him, and the frost blade cold light swayed across the courtyard door, blocking his path in an instant.

"Let you go?" Cheng Qian said in a low voice, "Let's stay."

The little servant wanted to do it first, but he didn't know what to do, but he was already scared by the dignified pressure from Cheng Qian's body, and his feet were soft, and he was thrown to the ground. …”

Before the words of begging for mercy were finished, suddenly, the man's body froze suddenly, his mouth opened wide to the sky, his entire head fell back, and was split into two by the mouth, like a rotten watermelon that was split by a knife and then connected to each other. Then, a cloud of gray gas came out of his mouth and slammed towards Cheng Qian.

Li Yun exclaimed: "Be careful!"

Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed, the cloud of gray air was frozen before it approached him within three steps, it retreated back like a very human nature, and re-entered the little servant, covering his head, and instantly disappeared. This person's head was turned into a white bone supported on the head, and then he ran away.

Cheng Qian gently tapped the tip of his sword, the bones shattered into a pile of powder, and the young servant just now turned into a headless corpse, and fell silently to one side.

"The means of a magic cultivator." Cheng Qian said, "But it may not be done by a magic cultivator. Has this happened before?"

Yan Zhengming's expression was a little dignified: "That's not true. I haven't seen this person before. Logically, the people entering and leaving the villa are all familiar faces. We have settled here for nearly ten years, and we have never seen any monks."

Li Yun reacted quickly and said, "Could it be that someone was staring at Xiao Yuan and followed him to touch us?"

The introduction of Han Yuan's fall into the devil's way back then was Zhou Hanzheng's painting soul, as if it had something to do with Tian Yanchu.

The puddle didn't dare to say a word, and said in his heart that it was fortunate that Ochre didn't meet her.

Li Yun asked softly, "Eldest brother, then... do we need to change the place?"

When he said this, he felt a little panic in his heart. After being a bereaved dog for a hundred years, it was almost a habit.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, then said, "We're not going anywhere."

Li Yun: "But..."

Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows suddenly and interrupted him: "Can I hide for the rest of my life? I'd like to see what these veiled mice can do to me."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, only to hear a loud noise from the gate.

Cheng Qian's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and the Frostblade Sword immediately rose into the air. In mid-air, he saw a huge stone tablet rising from the gate without warning. Countless mortals heard the sound and were rushing to watch, pointing and pointing. , don't know who first looked up and saw Cheng Qian standing in mid-air with a sword in the air, and the mortals in the villa suddenly knelt in a crowd, begging the immortals to bless them one after another.

On the stele were written four big characters: Fuyao Villa.

Cheng Qian shook his head, not sure whether his senior brother was angry or had long wanted to do this. He silently picked up Tang Zhen's letter to him and returned to the bamboo forest.

There is nothing important in Tang Zhen's letter, only that Ming Gu sent Liu Lang to him. Liu Lang was possessed by the demon cultivator Jiang Peng and his soul was damaged. Fortunately, Cheng Qian pinned him with three ice picks, and he will follow this practice in the future. As long as the road is much more difficult than others, he will try his best to find a way.

At the end, there is a vague mention, telling them not to appear near Fuyao Mountain too often recently, and there are too many people staring there.

Cheng Qian felt a little hesitant for a while, and always felt that the road back to Fuyao Mountain was endlessly long.

A few days later, Yan Zhengming reinforced the magic spell around the villa, and the group set off for the southern border according to the original plan. There were still three people and one bird. The bird settled on Li Yun's head. , in order to urge him to practice less foreign craftsmanship and figure out a way to change her back as soon as possible.

A few people did not walk with the sword along the way.

For one thing, going to the southern border is not something that burns the eyebrows. Second, the monks have been in retreat for a long time, and they do have to join the WTO occasionally. To break through the bottleneck—everyone understands this principle, and most of the monks who are just beginning to practice do so, but the strange thing is that the more famous the masters are, the more reclusive they are.

When people go to high places, they are on a narrow road. One day, the ten thousand miles of Pengcheng Road will become a single-plank bridge that is as scary as spider silk.

It seems that the bigger the person is, the more timid they are, because they don't dare to take the risk of falling.

Fuyao Mountain Villa is located in the Central Plains, slightly to the north, which is quite different from the scenery in the south.

At this time, midsummer has passed, and the beginning of autumn is approaching, but the southern land is still moist and hot, and it is raining. Before reaching the southern border, Li Yun was already dazzled by the abundant spiritual grass here.

Every day, he puts a bird on his head, carries a bamboo basket on his back, and burrows into the deep mountains and old forests like a cat on his waist. Shamelessly pretending to be a junior sister.

Li Jun's beautiful name said that he wanted to refine "drug-avoiding pills" to prevent the miasma from the southern border.

But according to Cheng Qian's estimation, picking methods like his, let alone alchemy, is probably enough to cook three meals a day.

Yan Zhengming couldn't do anything about his second junior brother who didn't have a normal human form, so he had no choice but to know Quan Dang, pretending to be a mortal every day and taking Cheng Qian into the market. This fact is difficult for everyone. Cheng Qian has been happy since he was a child, not to mention trouble, not to mention that he has never been in contact with the crowd in the closed gate of the frozen land for so long. Word.

But Yan Zhengming doesn't know what's wrong, just like a cat who hasn't weaned looking for his mother from time to time, if he can't see him for a moment, he has to be a demon again in a different way, which is so troublesome.