Cheng Qian didn't expect that his senior brother would be so angry with his words, and he was at a loss when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the inner magic mark between his eyebrows, and saw that the thin gap was so red that blood was about to drip.

Cheng Qian frowned slightly, and then, he brazenly borrowed the Yuanshen fragment on the wooden sword, pulled out his consciousness, and broke into Yan Zhengming's inner palace again.

When entered, was first taken aback by the heart demon that was all over the sky. All the heart demons looked like him, but their expressions and expressions were different. The increasingly thick black qi rose and fell in Jian Xiu's inner palace, greedy and greedy. The ground absorbs the true essence here, and turns into more phantoms.

Cheng Qian only felt his scalp numb at first, and anyone who saw hundreds or thousands of them gathered together would feel shudder, but the next moment, he heard the words of those demons.

Cheng Qian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was unreasonable anger in his chest.

With a wave of his hand, Yan Zhengming's wooden sword in the inner palace was motivated by the primordial spirit in the wooden sword. The wooden sword rose in response, a layer of hoarfrost covered the body of the sword, and it rushed into the inner demon like a wind and a cloud. The dancing demons smashed into pieces.

The inner demon fled in a hurry, and then reassembled into a mass of thick black gas, entrenched on top of Yan Zhengming's inner palace.

Yan Zhengming's anger was surging, his throat was fishy, ​​and a rush of blood almost rushed to his mouthpiece, but he was able to hold it back.

He woke up briefly, and waved his hand in a self-abandoned stroke, and said weakly, "Don't be ridiculous."

"I never make a fool of yourself." Cheng Qian stared at him with a burning gaze, "Eldest brother, if I don't die, I won't give up one day."

Yan Zhengming frowned and was about to say something.

Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed, and suddenly a little smile appeared: "If you are willing to expel me from the division, it will be more convenient."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He himself once thought that if he was not the head of the division, and his identity could be relocated with Cheng Qian, he would be able to face his transgressive feelings without any burden. There are no taboos, and who would have thought that the exact same words were directly said by Cheng Qian.

This weird "heart-to-heart" made him wonder whether to laugh or cry for a while.

But after the initial shock, Yan Zhengming still sensed something was wrong - Cheng Qian was only the most straightforward when he hurt people, he was actually very restrained, he didn't reveal his emotions, and most of his exposures were just pretending... even if he was sincere The real meaning is also true in my heart, and I will never talk about it again and again like this.

What's more, when the two of them inexplicably fell into the inner demon valley and didn't know how to get out.

As soon as Yan Zhengming was awake, his mind suddenly became lively. He suddenly remembered the strange frost hanging from the wooden sword in the Demon Slaying Array, and immediately put everything aside, and asked, "What do you know? Cheng Qian , I'll ask you again, what's in that wooden sword?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

If it hadn't been for him to see the incarnation of thousands of demons in Yan Zhengming's inner palace, he would still be able to think that it was all his own passion.

Yan Zhengming: "How on earth did you put the Fuyao Sword Intent into the wooden sword?"

Cheng Qian, who was still plausible just now, became hoarse.

The two were deadlocked for a moment, Yan Zhengming felt a little exhausted for a while, pushed Cheng Qian away, and stood up staggeringly.

Yan Zhengming said: "If you don't talk about it, I don't care why you know it... but it's just a mere demon, and when Jian Xiu enters Sword Art Online, he has always been a demon one step at a time, so what? Since I've come this far , you won't be able to suppress it, you... you don't have to pity me."

Cheng Qian was speechless, he suddenly wanted to knock open the embroidered pillow-like head of the senior brother to see if there was only a lump of paste left in it by the inner demon?

Yan Zhengming glanced at him, took out a thumb-sized seal from his arms, put his palms on it gently, and a faint layer of white light rose on the seal, illuminating the dark bottom of the inner demon valley. Turning his back to Cheng Qian, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "I don't care about you today, let's go, let's find a way out..."

Cheng Qian suddenly hugged him from behind, and Yan Zhengming's back stiffened before he was about to scold him.

Then I heard Cheng Qian grit his teeth and say: "You eat and drink all day long. Except for the prodigal, you are stinky, and the ghosts will pity you! I just like you and want you! What else can I say!"

Chapter 85

Life has no roots, and it floats like dust on the street.

Scattered and turned by the wind, this is already very physical.

Can you transcend the world by entering Xianmen?

Can you do everything you want with your supernatural powers?

The mighty man who turned the clouds and turned the rain is like a child, where is his soul now?

What's more, they are the so-called juniors who are at a loss.

Yan Zhengming didn't say a few words to Tong Ru, but he always had a little bit of a grudge against his master in his heart, and sometimes he couldn't help but think: if Tong Ru didn't meddle in his own business and do what he did, he wouldn't. It will attract suspicion from others and will not be involved in the secret realm of Sansheng.

Even if he enters the secret realm of Sansheng, if he is not so extreme, not so superstitious about prophets, calm down, don't be so insistent, listen to his friends' advice, or don't have so many unreasonable thoughts in his heart...

Maybe the master will not die, let alone fall into the wreckage of a huáng rat.

The Fuyao faction will not fail.

A few of them would be like the stupid disciples of the White Tiger Villa, with only a little cultivation and only a little mind. They haven't seen much of the world at first glance. They will definitely mess up when they go out to do things, and a few demon cultivators can play around.

No one calls him Sect Master, and no one calls him senior, he is just a big brother who is not very good at it.

However, Yan Zhengming knows Tong Ru best. He revisited the road that Tong Ru traveled many times in the head seal. Every time he reviewed it, he would tremble for a long time, holding this head seal in his hand. He was walking on the abyss, like the thin ice, he did not dare to relax for a moment, always reminding himself to learn from others and never follow in the footsteps of the master.

He wants to be quiet, to be at ease, to have few desires, to be open-hearted...

But at this time, Yan Zhengming heard Cheng Qian's heartbeat from behind, and all his grudges against Tong Ru suddenly disappeared.

If "non-discriminatory thoughts" can be suppressed, how can they arise?

The dam he had cast in his heart for so long was like a mound of sand, precariously pretending to be so majestic that a single finger could make it fall apart. In one's life, if there is not such a moment when the world is turned upside down, and the body is shattered and bones are smashed into pieces, what interest is there in the future?

"What are you waiting for?" Yan Zhengming asked a voice in his heart, "Like that idiot Tong Ru, do you wait until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and Yin and Yang are separated?"

Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's hand folded in front of him, and gently pulled his arms away, in the darkness, he turned around and stared at Cheng Qian's face, restrained and asked in a low voice: "Do you know How absurd is this? Do you know that this is against the law and ethics of heaven?"

Cheng Qian did not change his expression: "Master made me feel at ease."

Yan Zhengming: "But Master didn't tell you to indulge! Indulge your emotions and desires, aren't you afraid that you will be smashed by the robbery when you ascend?"

Cheng Qian: "Then you are trapped in a demon, what kind of way do you get along?"

Yan Zhengming was speechless.

Cheng Qian looked at him and said word by word, "Senior brother, I'm not afraid of the calamity, I'm only afraid of you."

Yan Zhengming heard this, and his heart rumbling, he thought: "It's over, it's doomed."

He stood there for a long time, his feet seemed to take root, his heart was not in full bloom, but he added a sadness that could not be explained out of thin air.

"Xiao Qian," he struggled at last, "don't regret it in the future."

Cheng Qian sighed softly and looked at him helplessly: "Senior brother, wipe away your tears first."

"Come here." Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand and dragged Cheng Qian over, his expression was too tight, and he looked a bit strangely indifferent.

He thought with such indifference: "I'm sorry Xiao Qian."

Then, he clasped the back of Cheng Qian's head, leaned over and kissed it. He wanted to try it out, but he couldn't hold back.

Cheng Qian made a "uh" and instinctively tilted his head back, but was firmly locked by a pair of arms. He only felt that the whole person was enveloped by the familiar fragrance of orchids. He was a little shocked at first, passive. It was the first time he knew that he could still be like this. It was a little weird and uncomfortable, but when he realized who the person in front of him was, the strange feeling suddenly changed.

This sudden and strange intimacy made Cheng Qian's scalp and waist go numb, and his spine stiffened into a mallet. Unfamiliar agitation grew, throat gān, swallowed involuntarily, feeling as if it was time to recite the Jingjing Sutra.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian forgetfully, and said to himself, "I'm also... I'm sorry, Master."

The inner demon seal between his brows turned into pure cinnabar color unknowingly, and then a drop of blood fell into his forehead and disappeared. The head seal on his chest suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

Yan Zhengming suddenly came back to his senses, not knowing what medicine the Sect Master Yin took wrong again, he put his forehead on Cheng Qian's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "Let's go first, this is not a good place to stay."

Cheng Qian looked up and down at Yan Zhengming with a strange expression, still not in the state: "Is this all you learned from the fake Qing Jing Jing?"

For the first time, he really felt that this virtuous senior brother seemed to know too much.

Yan Zhengming almost lost his temper and wiped the smudges and blood on Cheng Qian's sleeve: "Shut up."

I saw that the white light from the head seal hit the ground and fell into the shape of a feather. As the white light inside flickered, the feather trembled gently, as if guiding the direction ahead.

Yan Zhengming slightly raised the glowing small seal in his hand, followed the feathers leading the way and chased after him, and said to Cheng Qian, "Follow up."

Cheng Qian used the white light to glance at his face, which had recovered some blood, and calmed down a little, and said, "By the way, you..."