For Cheng Qian, although he started with the swinging wooden sword, over the years he has been more inclined to the swordsmanship of the sea. Swinging has the flexibility of swinging, and the sea has the impermanence of the sea. The two are completely different. Feeling, Yan Zhengming caught a glimpse of the sword intent under the sea làngcháo at the moment when he returned the sword to the sheath. If it wasn't for this, he would not have gathered the sword energy so quickly.

as well as……

Yan Zhengming felt that this might be his self-indulgent delusion. He always felt that the wooden sword seemed to contain a part of Cheng Qian. Although it was an authentic swinging wooden sword, it was indescribable and tolerant. The lonely cold, neither integrated with the sword energy of the same origin around him, nor was it very out of tune. The wooden sword was erected in his inner palace, like a dedicated guard, never leaving, but also unwilling to enter. .

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath and found that there was a faint soothing aroma in the room, but the incense had already burned out, and the person who lighted the incense was careless and did not change it. Fragrance. He stretched his waist and stood up, intending to continue the fragrance. When he stood up, he saw Cheng Qian on the couch next to him.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He stepped out just now, and immediately retracted it, as if he had been frightened by something. After standing for a long time, he took a step cautiously. He leaned forward like a thief and found that Cheng Qian was asleep.

Presumably the swinging wooden sword is not easy to refine, otherwise Yan Zhengming doesn't know that with Cheng Qian's cultivation, what else can make him fall asleep.

Cheng Qian took the Ju Lingyu as his body. When he fell asleep, it was almost like a decoration in the room, and there was no sound at all. Yan Zhengming first walked over on tiptoe, took two steps and then straightened himself up, feeling that he was part of a group. Sect Leader, it's a bit wretched to act like a rat stealing oil.

Yan Zhengming deliberately made some small noises and walked in front of Cheng Qian, but the man was not disturbed at all.

He bent down and stared at Cheng Qian's sleeping face. The distance between the two was extremely close. For a while, he suddenly felt infinite in his heart, and he almost couldn't help but want to kiss Cheng Qian's eyebrows.

...but finally retreated with restraint.

Yan Zhengming felt that he couldn't do it. He always felt that there was an indescribable innocence on Cheng Qian's face when he was asleep.

Yan Zhengming smiled bitterly, and reached out his hand and tapped Cheng Qian's head lightly: "The words 'Bi Luo Huáng Spring' can be said nonsense. Do you know what it means? I don't have any clues."

...presumably in the upper and lower three realms, only the head of Yan is so blind that he can see "no evil" from Cheng Qian's face.

Chapter 78

Cheng Qian is the kind of person who does not dare to slack off for a minute and a second, day and night. He has not lied down and slept for many years, and has a long dream, dreaming that he is not a cloud or a thunderstorm. The cultivator was just a poor scholar from a poor background. He was reluctant to throw away the rice paper, so he unfolded it to hang out, and sucked off the dry nib.

Yes, he should also have a plain-clothed Jingchai wife. All day long, he is either talking about him littering his things, or disgusting him for not changing his clothes regularly. Said: "You poor and sour tea root."

Cheng Qian replied without raising his head: "Isn't it right for you, a shrew leaning on the door frame?"

"Shrew?" The man chuckled, "Why don't you see who I am?"

Cheng Qian raised his head in a trance, and the sassy white-clothed boy bumped into his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile, a pair of peach blossom eyes full of indescribable bewitchment.

Cheng Qian's heart jumped fiercely, and he woke up suddenly, and he couldn't find Bei.

He opened his eyes for a while, and saw the moonlight outside the window, the star river was far away, there was a chill of autumn frost in the room, and someone put a thin blanket on him at some point, and he felt like he was falling back into the mortal world for a while. illusion.

With his back to him, Yan Zhengming sat lazily at the door, holding a bamboo leaf in his hand, chanting an out-of-tune ditty, so as not to disturb the people.

Cheng Qianqian was confused and chaotic for a long time of silence. He was so fascinated by the master elder brother's unparalleled flute sound that he almost wanted to pick up the incense burner and smash it at the back of his head. Cun, he coughed unbearably and said, "Can you go back to your own place?"

Yan Zhengming's frantic Ye Flute sound stopped abruptly, he didn't turn around, he just said in a very calm tone: "I've been here for three days, the insects in the bamboo forest heard it, and they all ran away with their families and their mouths in fright. Now, only you are deaf..."

As he said that, he turned around, his face was sinking like water, his eyes were like deep wells covered in the night, and there was a fire in his voice: "Don't talk about Primordial Spirit cultivator, mortals can't sleep like this, that wooden sword What's so weird in it?"

Cheng Qian said without changing his face: "There is sword intent in it."

The corners of Yan Zhengming's eyes jumped: "Stop talking nonsense, do you think I can't detect it? There is clearly a sense of consciousness in that wooden sword!"

Cheng Qianren woke up, and God was still a little sleepy, but when he heard this, he was suddenly sober with fright.

What carries the sword intent in the wooden sword is a part of his primordial spirit, has it been discovered? But he has been in a coma for the past few days, and his consciousness should not move casually. Is the senior brother so keen?

He stared at Yan Zhengming for a moment without blinking. He didn't know if the other party was deceiving him, so he frowned calmly and said, "Of course the wooden sword has consciousness, and the sword intent of swinging the wooden sword is originally like living things."

This time Cheng Qianmeng was right, Yan Zhengming was indeed deceiving him.

Soon, Yan Zhengming realized that he couldn't figure out the truth from Cheng Qian's half sentence, so he turned around angrily and held Cheng Qian's shoulder, raised his hand and pinched his chin - Cheng Qian's lips turned white, After being lethargic for three days, his face still looks tired, which is clearly an internal injury.

Yan Zhengming sneered: "If you don't say it, can't I see it myself?"

When his words fell, Cheng Qian felt that a ray of real energy had entered the meridians of the whole body along his shoulder well, and his soul was damaged, and all the real energy automatically gathered in the inner palace to heal the wounds. He was caught off guard and was completely powerless to resist.

The first line of true essence drove straight in, and Cheng Qian suddenly had an idea, snorted softly, and then bent down pretending to be in pain... He had never been so clever in his life.

A person like Cheng Qian, even if the sky collapses, he doesn't necessarily blink. He has been a stubborn stubble since he was a child, so he occasionally shows a little bit of pain, which is particularly convincing. Li, although the performance is a little stiff, and many parts are not in place, but Yan Zhengming can't stand it and is good at scaring himself.

Sect Master Yan forgot on the spot that he was being tortured and confessed, and his face was so frightened that he immediately scattered his true essence, sat sideways on the couch and embraced Cheng Qian, and asked incoherently, "What? Is it? That...I..."

Cheng Qian inadvertently developed a new trick to deal with his senior brother, and he felt that the effect exceeded expectations. It seems that although the bitter meat plan is not suitable for frequent use, it is also useful to bluff people at critical moments, so he locked it tightly. He frowned, shaking his head silently.

Yan Zhengming stood up abruptly: "I'll pour you a glass of water."

Cheng Qian opened his eyes to a gap, seized the opportunity, pressed his voice into his throat, and said half-heartedly, "Actually, I went to Wangyou Valley and saw the first-line remnant of the master left there."

Yan Zhengming was startled.

"Master told me the method of using a wooden sword to carry sword intent." Cheng Qian casually pushed two, five or six irresponsibly. Anyway, there is no proof of Master's death. "It's not my own opinion."

Yan Zhengming was almost drowned by his own guilt, and he didn't dare to look at Cheng Qian's face. At this time, even if his younger brother said that the moon was square, he had to follow his heart and believe it.

The majesty of the headmaster quickly swept the courtyard of Xiaoqing's An Residence.

Cheng Qian saw that he had sent the senior brother away in a few words, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the opportunity that he had accumulated in his life was about to be used up.

Yan Zhengming wiped the tea cups on the table one by one with white silk before pouring water into them. Cheng Qian looked at his profile and suddenly felt a move in his heart.

Will there be any connection between the fragment of his primordial spirit and his own divine consciousness?

As soon as his mind moved, his consciousness was suddenly connected with a strange consciousness. Cheng Qian's eyes flashed, and the whole person seemed to be divided into two parts. Through the neutral and peaceful sword wind, you can clearly see a faint trace of black air lingering in the distance...

At this time, the cup in Yan Zhengming's hand slammed to the ground. The cultivator felt extremely sensitive. Others could feel it when they looked at him, not to mention that the inner palace was spied on by divine sense, but he didn't figure out the source for a while.

Cheng Qian immediately realized that he was getting carried away, and quickly cut off this strange connection, putting on a nonchalant expression.

Yan Zhengming frowned, waved his hands to clean up the debris on the ground, and looked around suspiciously. He didn't see anything suspicious, and he felt that his nerves were too tense and he had hallucinations.

He poured another glass of water for Cheng Qian and put it on the side of the couch. After thinking about it, he still said, "Don't worry about it."

Cheng Qian raised his head and looked at him, thinking about when to find out his unwillingness to talk about his inner demon. Yan Zhengming met his eyes, his throat tightened suddenly, and he felt an instant chaos.

He hurriedly coughed, and said in a condescending tone, "You alone are the least of my worries. If something happens to me... How can I be my master under Jiuquan?"

Cheng Qianxin said, "Do I need your substitute?"

He was inexplicably unhappy in his heart, but before the attack, he heard Yan Zhengming sigh softly, and Cheng Qian silently swallowed back the words that had been sent to his throat.

Yan Zhengming put one hand behind his back and tapped several fingers on his thumb in turn. The embarrassment still lingered. He felt that he and Cheng Qian should not be so estranged, but if he was asked to kiss him with a clear conscience. , After a touch, he really couldn't do it, so he coughed and said, "Take care of your breath, I'll protect you."