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A sword was suppressed!
As soon as Cheng Qian noticed something was wrong, he flew out from behind the screen and put a sword on You Liang's neck. At the same time, Frost Blade's scabbard stubbornly held back Empress Wu Changtian's heart. This person was firmly locked, and he quickly broke the resonance between the scroll and the head seal.
You Liang's hand trembled under the frost blade, Cheng Qian's eyes were as cold as Mingminggu Bingtan: "You dare to bring anything to Fuyao Villa, courting death?"
Yan Zhengming closed the scroll with a "snap", his face was uncertain, and he stopped him in a low voice: "Xiao Qian."
Cheng Qian's killing intent subsided slightly and glanced at him.
Yan Zhengming: "Let go of him first."
Cheng Qian snorted reluctantly, and took back the fierce sword according to his words.
Wu Changtian took a deep breath and calmly turned the real energy in his body. Two weeks ago, the chill in his back was cleared away. He turned around and bowed his hands without being humble or arrogant: "Cheng Zhenren has only practiced for a hundred years. The cultivation base is really admirable.”
Cheng Qian played a black face from the very beginning, and immediately said: "I don't dare to be amazed, it's enough to kill you anyway."
Wu Changtian: "Cheng Zhenren misunderstood, Wu is just returning the thing to the original owner. This thing is called the 'Exorcism Scroll'. It is an old thing with thirty-three oaths. Whether it's true or not, Sect Master Yan must have figured it out by now."
Cheng Qian frowned.
Wu Changtian continued: "Of course, Fuyao Mountain is locked up by the mountain closure order, and the head of the Fuyao Mountain Villa is now set up. Strictly speaking... it is not necessarily not bound by the old Fuyao's oath, of course, you can stay out of it, but pity this one. How many innocent lives have to be filled in the battle of the fairy and the devil?"
Cheng Qian's expression turned cold, and just as he was about to say something, Yan Zhengming interrupted him: "There is only one magic seal in the oath, but it doesn't say that we have to obey you, nor does it say that we can't deal with Tianyan. The lackeys of the place start."
Wu Changtian said: "Don't dare, it is, if Wu has offended, it will be handled by Sect Master Yan."
Yan Zhengming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master Wu is really selfless, how many people have you signed such a scroll of vows with?"
Wu Changtian smiled without saying a word, it seemed that he did not intend to say anything.
Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "Han Tan, see off the guest."
Wu Changtian took out an invitation from his bosom and put it on the table next to it. When he prayed again, he lowered his eyebrows and said to Shuikeng, "You don't dare to work girl, just stay."
After the two were gone, Li Yun walked in from behind the screen and asked, "What's going on?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shook off the scroll on the table, his nose was about to poke on the paper, staring at the last weird-looking Demon Elimination Seal, and asked, "This is really..."
Cheng Qian: "Which generation of unremarkable leaders made this Lao Shizi oath, and what does it have to do with us? Let it burn."
"It can't be burned, the oath is attached to the seal of the head." Yan Zhengming's face was slightly solemn, "If I don't recognize it, I don't recognize the seal of the head, and from now on, the consciousness will be erased from the seal of the head..."
Yan Zhengming's finger tapped lightly at the end of the scroll. As the last generation leader, his name was suddenly listed on it: "It's equivalent to betraying the sect on your own."
Li Yun's mind turned wickedly wicked, and when he heard the words, he immediately said: "What's the matter, 'putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground', there is no oath that stipulates that monks cannot leave the sect and come back, if you first remove the sect master , set the oath on fire, and what will happen if you recognize it again?"
Yan Zhengming glared at him angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, your little eyes never go to the right place!"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the huge sky lock in the head seal was thrown into the hall like a star hourglass, and the tail of the hourglass was pointing at the scroll.
"If we all betray Fuyao, the inheritance of the Fuyao sect will be cut off from now on, and the head seal will definitely self-destruct. When Fuyao Mountain will not be reborn again, are you going to hang on the tomb of Master?"
Chapter 80
Everyone didn't say a word for a while, Shuikeng picked up the invitation card that Wu Changtian left, and said: "On the fifteenth day of the first month, Taihang will be for a while... Senior Brother, what are you trying to do, shall we go too?"
Yan Zhengming pondered silently.
Li Jun said: "Tianyan Department has been sending invitations around non-stop, and they have to make this matter known to the world. If I were Han Yuan, why would I have to bring people to show up, I think this is an offer battle? "
The Southern Border Demon Cultivators do not form a system, and they are plagued everywhere, making the people's life difficult, and they are unable to give orders to the world. Both sides are fighting back and forth on their own. The Taihang will be lifted, and everyone will have a good time.
"If I were Han Yuan, I wouldn't join in the fun," Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, "Wouldn't it be inconvenient to take advantage of their gathering in Taihang to go directly to Beijing to kill the emperor and destroy the nest in Tianyan?"
Li Yun said: "That Wu surnamed a long talk, whether it is true or not, I have heard some other information - there must be civil strife in Tianyan now, and the original Tianyan faction may be thinking about leaving the imperial court, then They don't necessarily care about the emperor's life or death."
As he said that, Li Yun's brows became worried and he sighed: "Han Yuan... sigh, he made such a big battle, he just wanted to seek revenge with Tian Yan, but the demons in the southern border... ... Isn't this account going to be charged to him in the future?"
Yan Zhengming's face was a little dignified, he turned around and said, "Send a letter to Ochre, I want to find Han Yuan before Tianyan."
At this moment, Cheng Qian, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said, "I always feel that something is wrong."
Li Yun: "What?"
"There is a way of saying 'the Dao is abolished, there is benevolence and righteousness, there is wisdom, there is a great falsehood, the six relatives are discordant, there is filial piety, the country is confused, and there are loyal ministers'. Does it go against the 'Great Dao'?" Cheng Qian frowned and said, "This is inconsistent with what Master taught back then, I really don't understand why the ancestors of Fuyao signed this kind of oath with the Tianyan faction? Other things—by the way, Second Senior Brother, I remember that we found an island chronicle on Qinglong Island, and it listed a lot of memorabilia, is that book still there?"
"It should still be there," Li Yun said. "We took away from Fuyao Mountain back then, as well as the classics that were later copied and collected on Qinglong Island. The ochre was afraid of losing it, so it was carried in a storage bag with him, so he fled from Qinglong Island in a hurry. It was only preserved when you went to find it, it should be in the small scripture building behind the bamboo forest."
Cheng Qian immediately stood up and walked over. At the same time, he repeatedly recalled what Ji Qianli had said in his mind, and he always felt that there were a lot of clues in the words of the old lunatic.
Following Li Yun's words, he turned behind the bamboo forest and found the legendary Xiaojing Building.
This place is also called the Jinglou, but it is a pity that the nine-story Jinglou that collects the ancient books from all over the world cannot be assembled anymore. It is just a wooden two-story building, slender and crumbling.
On the first floor, there are some exercises that Yan Zhengming and the others have collected over the past 100 years, ranging from orthodox Taoism to side-doors, and some of them are only fragments when they are received. The collision became a new set of exercises.
On the second floor are their own things of the Fuyao School. There are scriptures written silently by Yan Zhengming, the Fuyao wooden swordsmanship edited by Cheng Qian himself, and the miscellaneous books they brought out when they left Fuyao Mountain. These books have gone through many twists and turns. To this day, although the anti-moth and anti-cháo charms are attached to each of them, the pages are inevitably contaminated with the vicissitudes of time.
Cheng Qian's fingers reluctantly ran across the spine of a row of books. At this moment, he suddenly missed Fuyao Mountain like never before. It was like a hometown that he couldn't go back to. Dangerous and inexplicable chaotic world situation and the demon seal.
Qinglong Island’s classics have special symbols, and Cheng Qian quickly picked them out from a pile of messy classics. The Fuyao faction confiscated its disciples. There are all these people, and all the classics can be recited, so there is nothing wrong with it. Someone would come to turn them over, and they would be piled up casually. Cheng Qian picked up the island records, and suddenly seven or eight scriptures collapsed along with them, and a pile of dust fell.
Cheng Qian let out a "tsk" and bent down to pick them up, when he suddenly found that there were actually two copies of the "Qing Jing Jing" inside.
Who silenced a superfluous one?
Cheng Qian picked it up and cleaned the dust on the writing. He saw that one of the books had a handsome and thin handwriting, which should have been written by Li Yun, but the words on the cover of the other book seemed a little clumsy. They are unwilling to stay in the right place, it is exactly the handwriting of his senior brother when he was young.
When he was a child, Cheng Qian wrote countless volumes of punishment scriptures for him, and the handwriting was imitated so vividly that he recognized it at a glance.
Cheng Qian was a little puzzled, so he opened the book of Qingjing Jing at the back, and was shocked to find that there was another cover under the cover of the book. Holding a jade flute, he was smiling at people in a disheveled manner, and there was a line of small characters next to it - "Merry Music".
Cheng Qian: "..."
No... what is this!
He stood there for a while, and opened it to look at it. The booklet pretending to be the "Qing Jing Jing" was very lively, with pictures and poems, and it was about an incident that happened in a courtyard in the mortal world. Gān romantic affair, handsome scholar and infatuation jìzi spend the first month, and finally labor and Yan fly, interspersed with a few tunes and words that are both elegant and popular. The story is told completely, with sincerity and sincerity, and it is quite romantic.
It's just that the accompanying pictures are very outrageous, it's really nothing to be straightforward, not only did the protagonists draw such and such things without any cover, but even the men and women in the back room next door were completely depicted, which can be said to be " How to Have Fun" Advanced Guide.
Can't be seen.
Cheng Qian flipped through it, but he didn't see a single painting that was identical, and he didn't know who invented all these different expressions. The noisy demon cultivator in Zhaoyang City's Devil's Cave was a savage group compared to the world in this painting. The bumpkin!