Cheng Qian didn't dare to look closely, and was about to close the book, when he remembered the handwriting on the cover of the fake Qing Jingjing, his face suddenly became strange.

Before he was finished, there was a sound of footsteps. Yan Zhengming went up the stairs in three and two steps and asked, "What did you find?"

Cheng Qian trembled with fright on the spot.

The fake Qing Jingjing slipped off his hands and fell to the ground, smashed in all directions, and the chūn light suddenly appeared.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

What is a thunderbolt?

At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly felt that the robbery was nothing.

He was stunned for a while, and made a decisive decision, pretending that nothing had happened, and with a flat face, he was about to pick up the evil thing mixed in the scriptures, but he was robbed by one hand.

Sect Master Yan was dealing with all kinds of problems, and he had long forgotten the unfortunate things he had done when he was a child. When he saw this, he didn't think of his guilty conscience, and he became furious at first, as if someone had stepped on a black footprint on the snow he had worked so hard to protect.

He slapped Cheng Qian's hand with a slap and said angrily, "Where did the demon come from? Didn't you say you came to look for Shimazhi, and you found this thing?"

Cheng Qian had no choice but to explain palely: "...it fell from the bookshelf."

Yan Zhengming held the booklet, only to feel that the pictures on it were extremely dazzling, and asked fiercely, "Have you read it?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Yan Zhengming was so angry that he reprimanded angrily: "I also told you that you have more peace of mind than those two things, but you can do it! What's so good about this, eh? You still have internal injuries on your body, don't you know? Breath adjustment, and look at these indecent things..."

The more he said, the bigger the fire, he took the booklet and patted Cheng Qian's chest heavily, almost shaking the page away: "Damn!"

Cheng Qian didn't dare to hide, and at the same time really didn't know what to say.

Yan Zhengming said angrily: "If you let me know which bastard put this thing in the Jinglou, I..."

Cheng Qian finally whispered: "Senior brother, it seems like you..."

Yan Zhengming: "...what?"

Cheng Qian stretched out two fingers, carefully turned over the book that was smashed by Yan Zhengming's slap, and pointed to the three words "Qing Jing Jing" that he wanted to cover.

Yan Zhengming stared at the three familiar words and was stunned.

Cheng Qian hurriedly said in a "compassionate" way: "It's okay, senior brother, I know, you were still young and ignorant at that time..."

Before he finished speaking, he himself felt that something was wrong. When he was "young", he secretly mixed this kind of thing in the scriptures, and even took him out of the house for thousands of miles. Doesn't it just show that he is a prodigal from the inside out?

Sure enough, Yan Zhengming's face turned greener, his ears were blushing, and he was in a lawsuit with a red and green forehead.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, and he was lying on the wooden railing on the second floor. The anti-chao anti-insect charm on the wood emitted a faint white light in his palm, which made the face, which always seemed a little cold, softened a lot.

"Elder Brother," Cheng Qian stopped him and asked boldly, "Zhuang Nanxi told me that there is a loose cultivator, and he likes her so much that even if she is a mortal, he will not change his infatuation, you have seen this when you were a child... Well, in the story, have there been people who 'even mortals who live and die will like it'?"

The light downstairs was slightly dim, and most of Yan Zhengming's face was buried in the shadow of the bookshelf, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

After a while, Yan Zhengming asked irrelevantly, "Who is Zhuang Nanxi?"

Cheng Qian: "The disciple who talks a lot in the White Tiger Villa."

Yan Zhengming's voice suddenly cooled down: "Stop interacting with these nonsense people in the future. Since you know how to get rid of the five flavors for the sake of the heavenly tribulation, don't you understand what is called 'the Tao's mind is pure and honest'? If you think about it, you can give it to me Go to Qing'an and think about it!"

Cheng Qian's eyes suddenly dimmed.

The footsteps downstairs gradually faded away, and the door of the building made a "squeak". After it was opened, it was automatically sealed by a spell, and there was a gust of cold wind floating in the building.

Cheng Qian bent down silently, picked up the books that had accidentally fallen to the ground, and put them back on the shelf one by one. Finally, he took out the Qinglong Island Chronicle and sat on the small stool by the window to open it. .

The small oil lamp on the wall turned on itself obediently, Cheng Qian turned two pages, and suddenly felt a little dull.

Over the years, he has fought with heaven and earth, with fellow practitioners, and with life and death. He has never walked back half a step, and has never believed that there is anything in the world that he cannot do.

Only at this time did he know that there are not many people in the world as one would like them to be.

I don't know if his damaged Primordial Spirit has not been conditioned, but Cheng Qian felt that his whole body was buried by a wave of burnout. What's the point? Isn't it envious of others and framed for nothing? What's the point of rising to immortality, leaving thousands of true feelings and falsehoods behind in the world, investing in the vast and incomprehensible avenues, and only by the side in the future Are you staring at the mountains and rivers withered?"

Not as good as a mortal who lives and dies.

Cheng Qian's heart froze for a moment, he came back to his senses, and really felt his mood change.

He may really need to retreat for a while, but right now it is at this juncture...

Cheng Qian swept across Qinglong Island Zhi at a glance while saying that it was boring to fly. He didn't pick anything related to the Fuyao faction. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he found something.

Although this Qinglong Island is overseas, it has always had a universal heart. In addition to the affairs of the island, Daozhi also imitated the history books of mortals to record the major events among the monks in the world.

Cheng Qian discovered a rule, as long as those who cultivated their primordial spirit after the age of 300, basically can only stop there, and if there are any adventures in the later period, they will die at the age of 1,800.

There is also a type of people, either determined or talented, who cultivated the primordial spirit early and were recorded in the Qinglong Island Chronicle. They must have been the famous figures of the year, but these people either disappeared later. , or go into trouble or encounter some calamity and die halfway.

In the entire Qinglong Island Chronicle, there is no record of soaring.

Cheng Qian pinched the center of his eyebrows and gathered his distracted mind back. He had a doubt in his heart - so...why are these people soaring and flying low-key, or the many years since the establishment of Qinglong Island and its destruction , no one has successfully soared?

Cheng Qian put the Daozhi away, quickly moved to the first floor, pinched a hand trick on the spell beside the bookshelf, slowly lost the real essence, and said in a low voice, "I want to see about 'Ascension'. record."

The wooden bookshelf shivered for a moment in his frosty real essence. There were several books on the shelf that glowed faintly. Cheng Qian picked them out one by one and brought them back to Xiaoqinganju.

After Yan Zhengming fired an evil fire on Cheng Qian in the Jinglou that day, he regretted it when he went out, but he had no choice. God knows, when Cheng Qian was lying on the stairs and asked him that sentence, he seemed to be hit on the chest by a heavy stone, all his internal organs were moved, and it was painful and vibrating, so he had to lose his temper and run away. He avoided Cheng Qian for several days.

However, he soon discovered that this was unnecessary, because Cheng Qian never left the door of Xiaoqing's An Residence after that day. The two lived next door, but they didn't see each other for more than ten days.

And it was at this moment that Ochre came.

The errand is still a puddle that can be turned into a bird at will. In order to hide her increasingly dazzling bird appearance, Li Yun saw her skillfully transformed into a sparrow.

The sparrow puddle flew away with its tiny wings, carrying the resentment that was inseparable from the second senior brother. However, she soon discovered that this body is too convenient, and the degree of pervasiveness is almost second only to flies, and you can get in with two or three little birds anywhere.

This time, she finally saw the ochre.

"Brother Zheshi said that Tianyan has a clear hierarchy. Anyone who is new to entry has to be a secret agent for dozens or even hundreds of years on the outside. After a review of skin and cramps, they can only enter the inner door after confirming their innocence. I don't know what happened for a while. The people in the inner door seem to be fighting on their own. They are so vicious that they can't see more than half of the familiar faces overnight, and they catch up with the fourth division... Well, the Demon Dragon Rebellion, Tian Yan There was an urgent shortage of manpower, so a backup inner door was set up outside the inner door. Brother Zheshi and the others who had good cultivation and had no flaws for the time being were gathered in. Recently, they have been ambushing in shifts near Taiyin Mountain. It looks like he is waiting for someone to throw himself into the net, although there is no word from above, but Brother Zheshi said that it should be the fourth senior brother who is waiting."

Taiyīn Mountain... is less than fifty miles away from the original site of Fuyao Mountain.

Yan Zhengming said nothing, and ordered: "Tomorrow, the villa will be blocked, and we will set off to Taiyin Mountain immediately."

Li Yun hurriedly chased after him and asked, "What happens after you reach Taiyin Mountain? What should you do? Are you going to help Tianyan to take Han Yuan, or are you going to break the oath openly, and help Han Yuan take revenge if you don't obey the magic seal? "

"Removing the magic seal must be followed." Yan Zhengming said decisively.

Several people listened, and their hearts sank.

The next moment, Yan Zhengming continued: "But we must never let Han Yuan fall into the hands of Tianyan, we must intercept him before the Taihang Conference and bring him back, my Fuyao faction, even if he willIf the sky creates a hole, whether it is to kill or cut, it is not up to outsiders to decide."

Chapter 81

After Yan Zhengming finished his words crisply and neatly, he got up to leave, and as soon as he opened the door, Li Yun called out to him behind him.

Li Yun hesitated for a moment, then looked away, and said, "Oh, by the way, there is actually one more thing..."

Yan Zhengming followed his gaze and said, "What's the matter?"

A voice in the air continued: "It's me... I am I... ouch!"