Cheng Qian's palm suddenly soaked in a layer of sweat, sticking to the hilt of the frost blade, and it froze into a layer of fine ice in an instant. I have no idea, so I have to ask Brother Tang for advice. If you can really… really…”

He almost couldn't continue, and after a long time, he said in a harsh voice: "Brother Tang please help me this time, Cheng Qian's life is yours."

"No, no," Tang Zhen quickly waved his hand and said, "but with some common sense, you can ask anyone who has lived long enough, and they can tell you, don't get excited - generally speaking, this matter is not entirely absent. The clues, otherwise the sword cultivators don’t need to gān anything else, just look for swords every day. Usually, sword cultivators do not enter the Dao for no reason. There must be some kind of sword spirit around when they enter the Dao. The sword is the one he held in his hand when he entered the Dao, of course there are exceptions..."

Cheng Qian's brows furrowed: "He is the exception. When I sent my disciples to learn swords, they used wood-shaved bladeless swords."

Tang Zhen asked, "Then where he entered the Dao..."

The corners of Cheng Qian's eyes jumped slightly and said, "Fuyao Mountain, I can't go back."

Tang Zhen: "Who led him into the Dao?"

Cheng Qian's expression became more solemn: "My master."

Tang Zhen also knew that the real person Mu Chun had already lost his mind.

Cheng Qian: "Brother Tang..."

"When Jian Xiu entered the Dao, there were no more than the above three kinds of people who led him - sharp weapons in his hands, spirits from heaven and earth, or the mighty sword energy," Tang Zhen shook his head and said, "Forgive me for my lack of knowledge, I've never heard of it. In the fourth case, he entered the Dao with a wooden sword, which is obviously not the first, so his sword should be based on some kind of spiritual thing on Fuyao Mountain...or the master himself."

Having said this, even Tang Zhen couldn't help but look disappointed. The chance and hope he just mentioned turned into an unattainable thing in an instant. It seemed that Yan Zhengming's life should be like this.

Tang Zhen paused, shook his head and said, "You... ah, you should still mourn."

Cheng Qian stood in place for a while, then lifted the frost blade, turned around and walked out, Tang Zhen quickly chased out and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Go to Wangyou Valley, that's the place where my master's soul flies away." Cheng Qian said without turning his head, "If it doesn't work, I'll go to Wenya, White Tiger Villa, the former site of Qinglong Island... Even the Xuanwu Hall, all possible I will search for the places where my master remains."

Tang Zhen said: "What's the difference between you and the headless flies, not to mention whether your master has anything left, even if there is, what if his sword has nothing to do with your master, and is only on Fuyao Mountain? Take ten thousand steps back. Say, even if you are lucky, you can really find him, with his current situation, I am afraid that his body will not last a hundred days, how can you have time?"

Cheng Qian turned around abruptly. For a moment, Tang Zhen's breath stagnated, and a vague fear arose in his heart. He even felt that Cheng Qian himself was a sword, exactly like the frost blade.

Cheng Qian turned his back to the light and said word by word, "I know, but... who told me not to cry without seeing the coffin?"

Cheng Qian said he would do what he said, so he went straight to see Li Yun from the guest room, and said, "Go out to do errands, and you will be back within 100 days."

Then, without waiting for Li Yun to react, the person disappeared in an instant.

Li Yun: "..."

It was only at this time that he realized for the first time the feeling that the senior brother was arguing on Qinglong Island to go home.

At this moment, the puddle ran in panting: "Second Senior Brother!"

Li Yun said angrily, "What happened to you?"

"Senior brother, he is here..." Shuikeng stretched out his hand and gestured between his eyebrows - Yan Zhengming's eyebrows had a long and narrow dark red mark, which was a sign that he was trapped by a demon in his heart, and Shuikeng stretched out incoherently. He pinched with two fingers, "Suddenly shortened!"

Short and short, beware the magic seal is an undercooked noodle?

This girl is simply amazing.

Li Yun rolled his eyes and was about to reprimand, but heard Shuikeng say: "I thought I was wrong at the time, so I said, 'Oh, senior brother, why does your inner magic seal seem to be shortened', and I just finished speaking, I watched helplessly as the mark got shorter again, as if he could hear me!"

Cheng Qian didn't know about the madness in the villa, and the next morning, he had already arrived at Wangyou Valley day and night. This great joy and sorrow, from the discovery of hope to the lack of hope, was really exhausting. When Yu Jian went down, Rao Shicheng Qianxiu was profound and determined, and his knees went weak for a while.

Revisiting the old place, he took a deep breath, suppressed the ups and downs, and strode into the valley - there seems to be some kind of restriction in this valley, and the frost blade began to make a humming scream as soon as it approached. , the body of the sword trembled so that he could hardly control it, and he refused to walk into the valley, as if he was extremely afraid of something, so Cheng Qian had to get down and walk by himself.

This reminded him of the situation when he came back. Island Lord Gu sent a group of monks to look for him, but those experts did not dare to enter the valley for some reason.

Cheng Qian raised his head and saw that the Wangyou Valley looked like a piece of natural jade. From a distance, there seemed to be a hazy and mysterious layer of smoke in the sunlight, unlike the human world.

I don't know if his original body, Ju Lingyu, was too sensitive at this time, but Cheng Qian always felt that there was an unusual aura in this valley.

Chapter 75

Good jade produces smoke, which can be expected but not placed before the eyelashes. 【Note 1】

This Wangyou Valley has an evil spirit throughout.

The last time Cheng Qian entered Wangyou Valley, he was still a child who didn't understand anything, and he didn't know what kind of oolong he had made to enter by mistake. , wandering around the periphery for a long time, always back to the original point.

Master's death hit him so hard back then that the road he took to escape from Wangyou Valley with a puddle was blurred. He only remembered that although he ran quite awkwardly, it seemed that there were many wild rides along the way. A bit, not particularly dangerous.

However, at this time, his fierce and unparalleled frost blade was crouching beside him like a sheep, and he was as frightened as anything.

Cheng Qian silently revolved the whole body's true essence, recited the Jingjing Sutra, pinched a hand formula, and wiped it lightly around his eyes. Frost flashed in his eyes, and ordinary ghost tricks are inevitable under the eyes of such a spirit. There was nothing to hide, but Cheng Qian looked around, and his brows slowly wrinkled.

This valley is so calm, so calm that it almost reveals a strangeness.

The mountains are like jade, and the jungle is beautiful—however, there is neither the spirit of demons nor the freshness of mountains and rivers in such a large valley.

Quietly, like a painting.

Cheng Qian didn't move, he sat down silently in the same place, hugged Yuan Yi, and tried his best to calm down the slightly impetuous mood. Then, a question surfaced - he remembered that the master said that the master and the others "all the way from Fuyao Mountain hit Wangyou Valley two hundred miles away."

Why Forget Worry Valley?

Could it be that Fuyao Mountain is not big enough for those great talents to exert themselves?

When Cheng Qian was young, he had no common sense, and he had a dark eye on everything in the cultivation world. He always felt that ghosts were walking on the road at night and bumped into each other. It was not until he cultivated his primordial spirit and touched the heavenly robbery that he vaguely felt it. Arrived at something ubiquitous - as if everything that happens in the world has a different metaphor, a mysterious fixed number.

What is the metaphor for "Forgotten Worry Valley"?

Was it really just a coincidence that he strayed into Wangyou Valley?

The sky gradually darkened, the smell of warm jade in the valley gradually dimmed, and the sound of "shasha" came from the wind, as if countless people walked past him indifferently and neatly.

When the last ray of sunlight fell down the mountain, his frost blade suddenly began to "buzz" without warning.

Cheng Qian opened his eyes abruptly, only to see a mortal child in ragged clothes standing in front of him at some point.

The child had thin arms and thin legs, and he didn't look like he had eaten enough food. Only his head appeared to be extra large, at most seven or eight years old. He grinned and could see the rǔ teeth leaking in his mouth.

He squatted quietly on the side, and when Cheng Qian opened his eyes to look at him, he dragged his chin and laughed.

Cheng Qianqian retreated in the ice pool in Mingming Valley for decades before breaking through the wall. Naturally, he has an air of ice that will not disperse and strangers should not enter. If he does not restrain his breath, let alone a mortal, he is an ordinary cultivator. It is also inevitable to be apprehensive.

But this mortal little brat in front of him showed no fear, and curiously stretched out his dirty fingers in front of him, and tapped the frosted blade covered with ice, maybe because of the ice, he bared his teeth. With a grin, he retracted his fingers and asked, "Xiusai, why are you sitting here alone to sleep?"

Cheng Qian paused and said, "I'm not a scholar."

"Oh, then are you the master of Juren?" The child's eyes widened, "My father said that only scholars wear robes like yours, and the countrymen have to live in the soil, so they can't afford it."

A wild boy in the country who didn't understand anything, couldn't explain it, Cheng Qian didn't say much, just smiled at him.

The child bared his teeth and said, "My name is Erlang, do you want to enter the valley? My family lives there."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Wangyougu. Cheng Qian moved slightly in his heart. When will there be someone in Wangyougu?

Looking at the child again, Cheng Qian always felt that something was wrong with him. He even stood up and thoughtfully followed the bouncing child into the valley.

Strange to say, the road that had been going around seemed to suddenly open, revealing a smooth road, and happily put the two of them in.

Erlang walks very honestly. Sometimes he wants to fight fireflies, sometimes crouches down to pick flowers, sometimes picks up pebbles and throws them into the ditch, sometimes grabs Cheng Qian's clothes with his muddy hands and chats endlessly.