From the completion of the word "Fuyao", the ancient stone tablet has established thousands of years of inheritance, and the nine-story building was born. , or go deep into the stone body, and then they all disappear, only the grass and trees on the side of the secluded pool, year after year, gradually become a green sea.

The sea and the mulberry fields fall under the drizzle and breeze that has not changed through the ages.

This is the way of humanity in the middle of the three poles.

The author has something to say: life has no roots, and it floats like dust on the street.

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

Chapter 86

At the feet of the two, a huge magic circle spread out like a slowly lit beacon fire, and a sigh came from nowhere.

Cheng Qian was stunned: "This seems to be the one that Han Yuan painted outside Fuyao Mountain that day."

Yan Zhengming: "Shh—"

He raised his hand to cover Cheng Qian's eyes: "Listen carefully."

The magic cultivator who set up the formation said that this formation is called "Listening to the Mountain Formation", what can you hear?

In the depths of the darkness, there were first small insect sounds, followed by the indistinct sound of water, the wind swept across the grass, and a person seemed to have turned over beside him...

Yan Zhengming whispered: "It seems to be the back mountain."

On the grass beside the secluded pond in Houshan Mountain, a few teenagers brought a little thing that didn't know whether it was a human or a monster. They waited for the master with hunger and cold, and fell asleep unconsciously, half asleep and half awake in the confusion. opened eyes once, and that was the sound that poured into ears.

Then there is the wind and bamboo forest. A scent of bamboo leaves seems to be coming out. There is a thin bamboo pen banging on the stone table, making a crisp and slightly whirling sound. It wasn't far away, it seemed like something was pressing down on a corner, and it just kept ringing.

This is Qing Anju.

Neither of the two said a word, and listened silently for a long time, as if they were walking around Fuyao Mountain until the magic circle under their feet dimmed, and the last trace of light disappeared in the darkness.

It turned out that Han Yuan secretly ran to the foot of Fuyao Mountain alone that day, and aggressively set up a seemingly dangerous formation, just to hear the sound of Fuyao Mountain?

Cheng Qian didn't know what it was like for a while.

At this moment, the hand that was in front of him was suddenly released, Yan Zhengming held the luminous seal stone into his palm, and the surroundings immediately darkened. In the darkness, a white shadow came out abruptly, Holding a wooden sword in his hand, he arrogantly gave an ancient salute not far away, raised his hand and pulled a swinging wooden sword.

What does it mean?

The man demonstrated the swinging wooden sword on the spot as if there was no one else around.

At the beginning, he was a young man dressed in plain white cloth. As the swinging wooden sword advanced step by step, his appearance gradually changed into that of an adult. The wooden sword in his hand turned into a long rainbow sword overflowing with cold light. A graceful robe.

Every sword move he performed was the same as that taught by his master, but he couldn't tell where there were any subtle differences.

After a long set of wooden swordsmanship, the person who danced the sword had turned into an old man, the brocade robe had turned into a plain white cloth, and the sword had turned into a wooden sword without a sharp edge. He lowered his sword and closed his eyes, and his whole body had a serenity that could see through the red dust.

This set of swordsmanship is as smooth as running clouds and flowing water. Both of them are swordsmen. Especially Yan Zhengming is a sword cultivator. Naturally, he can see the depth.

The next moment, the old man in white suddenly raised his head and stabbed with a sword.

Cheng Qian pushed Yan Zhengming away, the two were three feet apart, the wooden sword passed through the middle, and the cold sword wind cut off a strand of Cheng Qian's messy hair hanging on his shoulders.

Then it disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, two old men in white appeared in the field, floating in from both sides as if their feet were not touching the ground, and immediately separated the two.

When Yan Zhengming took a wrong step to dodge, he disappeared into the shadows and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Qian was taken aback: "Senior brother!"

His true essence was firmly suppressed in the inner palace, and he was no different from ordinary people for a while. The sword seemed to have the force of Taishan pressing the top, his wrist was numb, and the situation was too weird, Cheng Qian instinctively stepped back.

It didn't matter if he retreated, the frost blade in his hand immediately showed signs of backlash. This unfamiliar fierce sword had not been noisy for many years, and Cheng Qian almost forgot what kind of urine it was.

The old man's second sword had already been delivered, and Cheng Qian had no choice but to grit his teeth and take the move again without giving in half a step.

The pressure on his hands was increasing, it was as if the sky had fallen on his shoulders.

The manpower was finally at risk, but the death sword did not allow him to take a half step back. Cheng Qian's arms finally trembled, and the wrist that was stuck there made a light "crack", as if his tendons were twisted. Xing attacked the true essence that was sealed in the sea of ​​​​qi, and the true essence continued to impact the inner palace. Frost flashed in Cheng Qian's eyes again and again, and he was suppressed again and again by the dead.

Cheng Qian was in a hurry to find Yan Zhengming, and he didn't want to fight with the old man in a mortal way.

Who would have guessed that this kick was actually kicked in the air, that the old man himself was just a phantom, only the sword in his hand was real.

Cheng Qian stepped on the air with one foot, and his hand was suddenly relieved. The old man's wooden sword smashed hard on his chest, this time it was real. If his body hadn't been made from Ju Lingyu, this sword would have broken a row of his ribs.

He coughed a few times, and felt that half of his body was numb from the beating, and the wounds on his back that had stopped bleeding all burst open.

The old man looked at him blankly, with lifeless indifference in his turbid eyes, he leveled the wooden sword and pointed at his chest. For a while, there was only Cheng Qian's heavy breathing.

Suddenly, the old man said: "Just because of your impetuous mood, do you want to follow the 'human way'?"

Cheng Qian had the intention to make him into a white pocket, but after hearing this sentence, he suddenly paused: "Senior, you are..."

"Take the move, stop talking nonsense!" The old man stepped up with his sword, and he took a sword at the waist, "extremely prosperous" in "prosperity and decline", and the wooden sword drew a long arc like a full moon.

This one hit, I am afraid that the real jade is also broken.

Cheng Qian neither dared to neglect nor fight him recklessly. He took a step forward to avoid his edge. He recalled with difficulty the dismantling tricks he had studied for a while when his cultivation was low, and hurriedly returned to the one in the same formula. A "weiwei" move.

The trick of "youwei" pays attention to "the wind rises at the end of Qingping", which means that at the peak of the prosperous time, in fact, the root of the subtle bane has already been buried. opportunity for decline. This move is varied and extremely subtle, and it is incompatible with the bàonüè sea cháo swordsmanship that Cheng Qian is used to.

This slowness can be said to be missed by an inch, and a thousand miles away. His mouth was numb, and the frost blade made a "嘡" sound, and was picked up by a wooden sword!

Cheng Qian: "..."

He learned swordsmanship at the age of ten, and he has never had such a humiliating moment, not to mention a frost blade that swept the world.

The old man in white looked at him blankly, stretched out his hand, and the frost blade flew close to Cheng Qian: "Come again."

Cheng Qian clenched his fingers.

Then I heard the old man say again: "Stupid."

Cheng Qian's fingers were about to be crushed by himself. He grabbed the frost blade, and the old man suddenly jumped. In an instant, thousands of sword shadows flashed in front of him, as fine as the first rain, and there was no way to avoid it. There is no defense.

This is the real "darkness"!

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank, and he suddenly realized that the old man seemed to be teaching him. He was stunned for a while, until the wooden sword tore through the infinite phantom and came straight to the tip of his nose.

"Have you never learned the sword seriously?" the old man asked. "Who is your master?"

Cheng Qian got stuck involuntarily.

Indeed, Master Mu Chun had only taught him for more than a year. He hurriedly passed on the whole set of Fuyao wooden swords to him in Wangyou Valley. Later, the swordsmanship of the sect was basically silently created by Cheng Qian from memory, and the senior master corrected it when there were discrepancies.

Now that think about it, what he hastily remembered when he knew only a little, must be right?

The sparse two-five-eyed sword that Senior Brother learned when he was a child can really fix anything?

Cheng Qian defended in a low voice: "The tutor left when we first started."

The old man frowned.

Cheng Qian suppressed his temper and asked respectfully, "Master showed me the Fuyao wooden sword with Yuanshen before he died. Maybe I didn't remember clearly in a hurry..."

His words were interrupted by a cold hum, and the old man didn't know why when he heard this. He seemed even more angry. He waved his wooden sword and patted Cheng Qian on the shoulder, scolding repeatedly: " Stupid! Stupid!"

Cheng Qian has never been labeled so many fools in his life, but he can't refute - who makes people more qiáng than him?

In the face of such a senior from the same sect, even if the other party said that he was wearing a chamber pot with seven orifices on his neck, he had no choice but to listen.

The old man jumped for a while, his figure suddenly changed, he turned and turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, and he waved out with another move "Extremely Prosperous".

Cheng Qian's scalp exploded. When this senior appeared in the image of an old man, he used the sword move of "prosperity and decline", although it was old and hot, but it was more inclined to "decay", which was not powerful enough. But he appeared in the image of a middle-aged man, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into an unknown sword, but it happened to fit the sword meaning of "Sheng", and the power was simply incomparable.

Cheng Qian had countless thoughts in his mind in an instant, pondered over the "weiwei" that the old man had just concealed from beginning to end, and once again bit the bullet and used the sword.

Got it!

But before he had time to rejoice, the middle-aged man had already raised his sword involuntarily and went up again.