Cheng Qian blurted out: "What you want to do becomes a stone?"

"After I entered the secret realm of Sansheng, I became obsessed with my obsession, and I went into the devil. Ignoring the advice of the Four Sages, I sacrificed millions of souls and made an irredeemable wish to it."

The last few words of his actually had a deep meaning, and Cheng Qian suddenly thought of the sentence "the person who died in vain in your hands" when the master first sealed the soul of Beiming, and he couldn't help but feel cold.

"The dead souls you met outside the valley were actually planted at that time," Tong Ru said with a wry smile. "My sin is unforgivable, but it can be regarded as... my wish came true."

Cheng Qian couldn't help but ask: "Who led you to the secret realm of Sansheng?"

There was no resentment on Tong Ru's face, but only said: "The person who was punished."

Cheng Qian wanted to ask further questions, but the real Mu Chun suddenly sighed and interrupted him: "Xiao Qian, it's almost dawn."

The east was already white, and Cheng Qian was startled.

Reality Mu Chun looked at him and said with a smile, "I was thinking that you could stay for a while longer, but it seems like it won't work."

It was fine before, for some unknown reason, when Cheng Qian heard this sentence, tears almost fell, and after holding back for a long time, he finally choked and said, "I want to stay here with Master for a long time, but I still have a hundred days with one person. Make an appointment, don’t dare to make an appointment.”

Not far away, Tong Ru showed a wry smile, as if gratified, but also as if he was thinking of something.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the chains all over his body made a "crashing" sound, and the aura of the swords that had been imposed on him rose, pushing Cheng Qian out.

The face of the real Mu Chun gradually blurred, and the soul of a thousand miles passed quickly from under his feet.

Cheng Qian didn't know anything for a while.

The author has something to say: Note 1 "Liangyu produces smoke...just before the eyelashes" - Sikong Tu's "Book of Yujipu"

Note 2: Some people who freeze to death will have the illusion that they are hot before dying

Chapter 76

When Cheng Qian returned to Fuyao Villa, he saw that the tenants in the villa were no longer alive, and looked around.

The gate of the villa was full of people, and there was a lot of traffic. Two rows of officers and soldiers came out side by side. Stone stakes stood silently at the gate. A car was parked there. , Cheng Qian saw at a glance that they were two Pegasus of good quality.

In front of the flying carriage, there were also two cultivators with good appearance, all of whom were above the primordial spirit, and one of them was even a young man with a unique coldness all over his body.

Even a swordsman.

There are countless people coming and going in the villa these days, all of them being handled by Li Yun. These people were not able to attract Cheng Qian to stop. He lifted the frost blade, and there was only one reason for the people to fall slowly - the carriage was followed by a black water. A masked man like a crow, with a flag of Tianyanchu hanging on the car.

An older cultivator was calling for the door, and he spoke very politely. After laying out the facts and reasoning, the world said the common people. The gate of the villa is probably a puddle, and the stone plaque at the door is flashing with Tonghe's unique Samadhi real fire. .

Shuideng is very good at responding to all changes without change. No matter what others say, she only has one sentence: "Please come back."

If Cheng Qian hadn't heard her voice, he might have thought it was a puppet who answered automatically.

The older cultivator looked a little helpless, the young sword cultivator next to him held the sword to his chest and said rudely: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking to them, these people hide their heads and show their tails in the mortal world, and what kind of sword cultivators are inside I don’t think the door is capable of coming, I think the people who set up the formation in this villa may not have the cultivation base of Yuanshen, and they are broken open, who can stop it?”

"Shut up." The older man frowned and stopped him. He just turned around and wanted to reprimand him. Suddenly, his eyes froze, and his hand involuntarily pressed on his long knife.

The young Jianxiu then turned his gaze and saw a person standing on the top of a big tree not far away.

The man's toes gently touched the treetops, the sleeves of his robe moved with the wind, and he fluttered up like a gray flag.

All of them did not know when he came.

This person is Cheng Qian.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his expression indifferent like a living person. Young Jianxiu's gaze fell on the sword in his hand that was almost covered by the fluttering sleeves, and his pupils contracted involuntarily: "Who are you?"

His voice fell, and Cheng Qian suddenly raised his eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian had already floated down from the top of the tree, and he was in front of the sword cultivator. Immediately, a chill of ice and snow spread all over the place. A big step.

Cheng Qian sneered without raising his eyelids: "You blocked my door and asked me who I am?"

Hearing the words, the older cultivator hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his head: "The next one is Wu Changtian, the secretary of the Tianyan Department, who came here to see the head of your sect. I don't know what this fellow Taoist is called?"

Cheng Qian was ready to sing a black face for ten thousand years, and immediately said: "What is in Tianyan? No!"

The words fell, and his sleeves were already thrown out. Rao was Wu Changtian who hid quickly, but his chest was still swept aside by a cold, solitary essence. He suddenly felt half of his body froze, and he stepped back several steps one after another. slammed into the carriage shaft.

Cheng Qian glanced at him coldly: "Who is your fellow Taoist?"

"You!" The young Jianxiu was bào angry, and immediately drew his sword and stepped forward.

The frost blade in Cheng Qian's hand turned over with a crisp sound: "Want to do it? Then someone, Cheng, is willing to accompany him."

The three words "Cheng someone" seemed to be said intentionally or unintentionally. Wu Changtian already knew who he was, and quickly stopped his companion: "Youliang, step back."

Cheng Qian's mocking eyes swept across the group of black crow-like people in front of him, and suddenly showed a mean smile and said, "You are here for the Demon Dragon Han Yuan?"

Wu Changtian pushed the reluctant You Liang behind him, and said with an apologetic smile, "Exactly, this person has the tendency to become a sect of ten thousand demons, and all the demons who hide their heads and show their tails are all for him to drive. One heart, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the world, then..."

Wu Changtian raised his eyes and saw Cheng Qian's sneering gaze, but he couldn't speak for a while.

"Magic Dragon Han Yuan." Cheng Qian repeated his words lowly and said with a smile, "Mr. Wu, do you know why this person is demonic?"

Wu Changtian was stunned.

"Because when he was in his teens, he fell in love with a painting by your senior Zhou Hanzheng from Tianyan Department. Do you know what karma is?" Cheng Qian's voice was very low, as if facing this group of people, he didn't even speak. Not willing to spend too much effort, "What did the lord just say? Are you a righteous person?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, and the frost blade came out of its sheath with a "chuck", and a sea-like sword energy slashed through the air, drawing an arc several meters long on the ground, and the few Tianyan cultivators who stood close were all full of I swept the sword out for him, and for a while, people turned their backs on their horses.

Cheng Qian's eyes were three points colder than Jianguang's: "Take your dog and dare to step into this line, just wait for a good baby in the next life."

At this moment, the door of the villa opened from the inside with a squeak, and came out of the puddle, pretending to be like a lady, and rushed to the crowd outside: "Senior brother, senior brother in charge, please don't make trouble, hurry up. Come in here—everyone, our sect head has been closed for a few days, and we won’t see outsiders, so please forgive me, all of you.”

I could hear that Shuideng was not used to talking like this. She was originally a wild girl with wings flying all over the mountains and fields. It was a little reluctant to ask her to learn from people's tricks. Cheng Qian changed his mind slightly and couldn't help but feel Sigh secretly.

The sect is withering, but it is always on the tip of the wind.

He winked at the puddle, leaving a proud back, raised his hand to seal the door of Fuyao Villa, and strode inside.

Shuideng hurriedly breathed a sigh of relief, trotted after him, and chattered: "Little Senior Brother, why did you come back so quickly? Did you find a way to wake Senior Senior Brother up? Let me tell you, the heart between his eyebrows. I don't know why the magic seal suddenly shortened a few days ago, do you think this is a good sign?"

Cheng Qian simply nodded and said, "Well, I'm going to retreat for about a hundred days. It's best not to let those people disturb me."

"Okay, I'm going to tell the second senior brother, anyway, he has a lot of ideas," Shuikeng nodded again and again, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he said, "That's right, little senior brother, you don't know, the senior brother seems to be able to hear We're talking to him!"

Cheng Qian's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Shuikeng happily continued: "You said that I would chat with him more... Hey, little brother, what's the matter with you?"

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think of the unscrupulous conversation between him and Tang Zhen in front of Yan Zhengming. He was inexplicably guilty. He avoided the eyes of the puddle, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and coughed, "It's nothing."

At the same time, Cheng Qian recalled silently for a moment in his heart. His senior brother had not learned anything since he was a child. He was said to be sleepy when he read the scriptures when he read the scriptures. Except for the scriptures and spiritual methods, he had never encountered other books. ...you shouldn't think too much about it, right?

Under Shuideng's astonished gaze, the man who had just killed the Quartet with the frost blade suddenly looked embarrassed, his feet were like oil, and he ran away in a hurry.

The next day, Fuyao Villa seemed to be irritated by the entangled Tian Yanchu the previous day. The entire villa changed its defensive formation. It was originally just a mild defensive formation. It seemed that some kind of murderous thing had joined the formation, and the formation was changed to another day. On a different day, the murderous aura of the bīs faintly surrounds him, and it spreads out unscrupulously, clearly to keep people from thousands of miles away.

In the villa, the servants in the outer courtyard have been cleaned out, and the frost blade hanging high in the courtyard is the eye of this formation.

Li Yun couldn't help wiping his sweat, then cupped his hands to Tang Zhen beside him and said, "It's all thanks to Brother Tang's guidance, thank you very much."

"Fellow Daoist Li, you don't need to be more polite, I'm just moving my lips," Tang Zhen said, his eyes passing over the sharp sword of Shuangren, and he said with emotion, "The sword of 'not good to die', probably also Only a person like Junior Brother Ling can send such an unparalleled weapon."