One leg of the puddle was stuck on the threshold, neither entering nor retreating, holding the black dragon scale in a swearing posture, froze.

She thought to herself, "I'm going to have a needle eye... No, I'm going to be silenced!"

Yan Zhengming seemed to have gained the greatest support in the world. He looked up at the puddle almost calmly, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

The puddle met his gaze, shuddered fiercely, and blurted out, "I... I won't let Li Yun go even if I'm a ghost!"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Shuikeng came back to his senses, and quickly put down the black dragon scales: "Oh, no, the fourth senior asked me to bring it to you."

Yan Zhengming nodded: "Have you said what I asked you to tell him?"

"...Say," Shuikeng said, "Fourth Senior Brother asked me to tell you and let you take care of your own affairs."

Yan Zhengming snorted, about what he was scolding, looked up and saw that the puddle was still staring at them both, he coughed and asked, "What are you looking at, what else do you have to do?"

This voice seemed to frighten the fragile heart of the puddle, and she jolted, without saying a word, and ran off and on... Before leaving, she stumbled on the threshold.

Han Yuan sat on the ruins of the Ten Square Array for three days, and everyone still hadn't negotiated a charter. The magic dragon was like a hot potato. When he arrived, no one knew what to do with him.

Han Yuan went all the way from the southern border to the north, and the blood flowed into rivers along the way, causing a dàng catastrophe.

If he can die in the ten square formation, it will be the best ending, but he not only refuses to die, but also survives without any damage.

This is troublesome.

Right now, the Fuyao faction avoids suspicion and refuses to speak out. Tianyan Office has made the matter so far, and has no face to make a sound. The remaining two great masters of the Four Sages have always refused to show their faces, and only sent their disciples. It was a little lighter, not to mention that he was severely injured by the inner jian of Tianyan, and he couldn't take care of himself for a while.

Tang Zhen has been healing his wounds, and other sects either don't have enough weight, or they refuse to offend the Fuyao faction, and no one dares to stand up and say "this person should be killed".

The situation is deadlocked.

When Fuyao sent a few people out of the stone mustard seeds, they saw that Han Yuan, who was supposed to be a prisoner, was sitting on the ten-square platform with a look of contempt for the world.

Yan Zhengming waved and put away Shijiazi, and the major sects immediately turned their attention to each other. In the end, Liu Lang came over and asked respectfully, "Senior Tang sent me to ask, where is the head of Yan?"

Yan Zhengming said: "After traveling abroad for many years, it's time to return to the sect. I plan to go back and open Fuyao Mountain. If Brother Tang doesn't dislike it, you might as well come and stay for a while."

The people who were eavesdropping with their ears pricked up immediately joined the people next to them. A few years ago, the word "Fuyao" was still unknown. After passing through Suoxiantai and Taiyin Mountain, I am afraid that no one knows about it now. People don't know.

Even the devils in the southern border are rumored that there is a treasure in Fuyao Mountain, so of course everyone is very curious.

Unfortunately, no one dared to peep.

At this time, Rokuro asked the second question that everyone was concerned about.

Liu Lang said: "Then congratulations to Sect Master Yan. Senior Tang asked me to ask, what is Fuyao's position on the matter of the magic dragon?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at Tang Zhen who was not far away, and refused to open his mouth first, and said, "This matter should have been decided by Tianyan, but since they are all gone, I think it is better to let the notary, Brother Tang, talk about it. ?"

Tang Zhen clasped his fists from a distance, and said, "Don't dare—you have suffered many injuries in the Bone Transformation Formation. I think it's better to suppress this matter, and allow you to make repairs and report to the major sects. On the fifteenth of next month, we will arrange a meeting here. , can we discuss this matter again?"

After he finished speaking, he turned to Han Yuan again and said indifferently: "I believe that as a person of Han Zhenren, he must be disdainful of running away with a blood oath."

Han Yuan snorted coldly without raising his eyelids.

There was a strange comparison of the three princes who claimed to be the righteous path in the world. If Han Yuan really kept his promise and locked himself in the ten-square formation for a month, it would be quite stylish.

Furthermore, Tai Yinshan is at Fuyao's feet again, and looking at Fuyao's face, the major sects may really give him an open side. Yan Zhengming is like a mirror in his heart, knowing that Tang Zhen seems to be fair, but he is actually willing to let Han Yuan go. , was relieved.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Han Yuan and said to himself, "I can't die, it's just right for this bastard to be exposed to the wind, frost and rain for a month."

So he said decisively: "Let's go."

At the foot of Taiyīn Mountain, the monks gradually dispersed, and Tang Zhen was invited to go to the former site of Fuyao Mountain with everyone in Fuyao Mountain.

The three people in the world opened the locks, Yan Zhengming stood at the foot of the mountain and took a deep breath calmly, Cheng Qian gently supported his waist where no one saw him.

The star dust in the head seal changed, and the consciousness of the past dynasties overlapped, echoing the mountain from afar.

In the early years, was living in the rivers and lakes, and dared not mention the hometown for fear of being coveted by others. Now it has finally reappeared in the world in a fair and bright manner. No one dares to come uninvited, and no one dares to insult rǔ contempt.

Over the past hundred years, Yan Zhengming has been helpless in front of the three seals that seem to never be able to open, he has been desperate many times, and he has complained about the master countless times. Until this time, he didn't understand the deep meaning of it.

If he hadn't thought about it, how could he have received such a heavy ancestral inheritance?

With a loud bang, Fuyao Mountain opened.

For a hundred years in the world, the mountains remain the same, standing tall and jumping up and down in the mountains.

Halfway up the mountainside, the Fuyao Mountains with flying dragons and phoenixes dance in shadows, and at the foot of the mountain, you can still vaguely see Master's unknowing thatched hut that is out of tune with the surroundings.

For hundreds of years, time seemed to stand still. Nothing seems to have changed at all. The Daotong they didn't take away originally stood on both sides of the mountain gate, stretched, and seemed to wake up from a short nap. , almost unrecognizable.

The seal of the mountain dissipated with the wind, and the frozen light finally flowed again like thawed water.

In the distance, Han Yuan sat alone in the ten-square formation, raised his head quietly, and actually burst into tears.

Chapter 94

When Yan Zhengming left Fuyao Mountain, he was less than seventeen years old, and in his early twenties, he was concentrating on Yujian.

Now, his Primordial Spirit has stepped into Sword Art Online, his eyebrows have not been stained with the slightest trace of the years, but his temperament and demeanor are completely different.

The two boys who guarded the gate looked at each other, and they were a little murmured in their hearts. Fuyao Mountain is a paradise where few outsiders come. The boys have never seen such a powerful person, and the master is not at home.

The two teenagers were a little trembling and hesitated for a while, but the older one took courage, stopped his companions behind him, and stepped forward.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes, bowed respectfully to the ground, and said politely, "My family's sect head just went out for a wander yesterday, and I don't know when to return. The immortals are here today by accident. If you dare to ask the immortals' names, you will report them in the future."

The younger children were only twelve or thirteen years old, and Xiao Yuan's face was still childish, and he stared blankly at their group from a few steps away.

Yan Zhengming's throat choked, he wanted to say "don't you even recognize me?", but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly found that he couldn't remember the names of these two children.

He seemed to have returned to his previous life. Looking at the Forgotten River for a hundred years, everything had an impression, but the shadows were not so real.

The folks say "the young and the old go back to the home", probably that's what it feels like, isn't it?

Suddenly, the young Daotong blinked and said in shock, "Ah, Big Brother Teng Huáng, this person looks like our young master!"

Oh, yes, this child is called Teng Huáng - Yan Zhengming suddenly remembered that these Daotong boys were originally the slaves of the Yan family. When he left home, the family carefully selected a batch to send, and he also saved trouble. , The palette is like giving everyone a color name. At that time, he was pampered and lawless. The people around him came and went, and he didn't take any of them to his heart.

I haven't heard the word "young master" for some time, and a group of people all laughed when they heard it.

Li Yun said with a smile: "Fuyao Mountain has been sealed for more than 100 years, and it's only a day and a night for you. It seems that you don't know what to do now - now he is not the young master, but the head, I am Li Yun, do you remember?"

Teng Huáng's eyes widened, and he stood for a while in disbelief: "A hundred years?"

His eyes swept out aimlessly, and he saw a large locust tree under Fuyao Mountain, hugging thickly and luxuriantly.

Teng huáng stared at the big locust tree for a while, then suddenly murmured: "That was planted by the head before he left. He said that when the little tree grows a few times, you will be able to come back..."

Now it's like a pavilion.

Teng Huáng stretched out his hand for a moment in vain, and didn't know what he had come up with. Then he raised his head and tried hard to identify a familiar appearance from everyone's face: "You are the second, second uncle... and third division. Uncle! Didn't the third uncle go up the mountain with the head the year before last? It's only so big and tall... God..."

His eyes fell on the puddle, hesitating and not daring to cry.

Shuikeng said: "I am Han Tan."

Although Teng Huáng had some guesses, he still had some indigestion after seeing the people who grew up this night.

The younger Daotong said bluntly: "Young master is the head? What about the head of Han? And the fourth uncle, didn't you come back together?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions darkened, Teng Huáng was smart, and was the best at observing words and expressions. When he saw this situation, he immediately gave his companions a slap: "As long as you talk too much, go to the mountain to report and let them all Don't be lazy, young master...Bah, they are back in charge!"

The Fuyao Mountain was completely lively, and all the living creatures left their posts without permission. They came to take a look. Who would have thought that just after a nap, the sun and the moon would be replaced by a new one after waking up?

Even the cranes in front of the hall were circling and flying down, and the cranes had spirits. Even though the appearance of the puddle was quite different, it still remembered her taste.