After rubbing against the puddle, it stretched its neck and looked down the mountain, as if it thought who would come back.

Shuikeng had the shallowest impression of Fuyao Mountain, and silently fell to the end, staring at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in the mountain, looking at it, she remembered something again, and lowered her head a little lonely.

Someone next to her asked, "What's the matter, little girl?"

Shuideng looked up and saw that it was Tang Zhen who was a guest. She was not familiar with Tang Zhen, but in the Bone Transformation Formation, Tang Zhen saved her life from Xuan Huáng, so it was considered kind.

She paused slightly, then smiled reluctantly: "Senior, I am over a hundred years old, not a little girl anymore."

Tang Zhen said, "In your Tonghe clan, if you are a hundred years old and haven't even grown your bones, how can you not be a little girl?"

When Shuideng heard the word "Tonghe", the reluctant smile on her face gradually dimmed. She sighed and whispered, "I'm not the real Tonghe."

Tang Zhen: "How do you say it?"

Although he opened his mouth to ask questions, Tang Zhen's expression was not surprised - this person didn't seem to be surprised by anything.

Shuikeng is not her second senior brother who has a lot of hearts and thieves, and she is not too wary of others, not to mention that Tang Zhen has a lot of connections with the Fuyao faction, so he said without any scruples: "My mother is the demon queen of the Houshan group of demon valleys, but my father is not. I'm not the Demon King, I'm the Demon Empress with a life."

Tang Zhen didn't seem to have expected her to be so straightforward, and was slightly startled.

Shuideng said again: "I heard that after I was born, I stayed in an egg for more than a hundred years, and others thought I was a dead egg. My mother put me on Linxiantai, and she died because of trespassing in Linxiantai. Now, who has never seen my father's surname, and I don't know if he is still alive. My surname is Master's, and my first name is a random name of my senior... It's such a big name that doesn't come out well, and it's always the same throughout the year. I can't hear you a few times, the seniors are 'puddles' and 'puddles' all day long, as long as they don't scold me, they can't remember my name at all."

Although she was complaining, her words brought out a sense of indifference. Tang Zhen was amused by her, and the sickness on her face seemed to fade away.

Shuideng wiped his nose and said in a self-abandoned manner: "Anyway, the second senior brother said, I'm just a scumbag who doesn't want my mother to be hurt. Now that I'm back in Fuyao Mountain, I might meet someone from the Demon Valley of the Houshan Mountain during the festivals. The demon king doesn't know how he feels when he sees my living green hat."

Tang Zhen paused for a while, opened his mouth to comfort her, but before he could say anything, the puddle blinked and mocked himself: "Oh, but it's nothing, I heard that the demon king's heart is only as big as the tip of a needle, I'm still a I always wanted to kill me when I was an egg. Anyway, there is now a senior brother in charge, and he doesn't dare to do anything to me. If he sees me and can block it, then I will avenge myself, haha, just in case. He's so pissed off, maybe I'll be the next demon king!"

This little girl who doesn't want her mother to be hurt is quite ambitious, Tang Zhen silently swallowed the words he was about to say, and said with a smile, "That's right."

Shuideng took a few steps to the front, patted Nian Da, who had a gloomy look behind him, and said, "Nephew, a person can't be resurrected from death, anyway, your father is still a Primordial Spirit cultivator, as long as his Primordial Spirit is not dead, he can Reincarnation, look back and wait for your official entry, I will take you to the ninth floor, there must be a way to find reincarnation!"

Nian Da looked at her with bloodshot eyes, and whispered, "Thank you little uncle."

He used to be noisy and could play two roles, but now he seems to have settled down after a great tragedy.

Nian Da raised his head to look at Fuyao Mountain, and the spectacle of the world flashed through his eyes like a flash of light.

Cheng Qian inadvertently turned his head and saw the eyes of his cheap apprentice, and suddenly something moved in his heart.

Every young man's hard work seems to start under the eyes of "I'm too useless", and the world turns around, as if a complete circle has been achieved in generation after generation, and it starts again and again.

Yan Zhengming suddenly grabbed him from the side and whispered dissatisfiedly, "Hey, you always see what he does, why don't you look at me twice."

Cheng Qian: "..."

He is now starting to regret what he said in Shijingzi, because he feels that his big brother, who is very good at getting off the donkey, is a little bit on the nose.

After all, Fuyao Mountain is a place of purification, and it is inconvenient to sing and dance.

In the evening, Yan Zhengming just called everyone over and set up a simple banquet in the open space in front of the mission hall.

The chef was specially brought by the Yan family back then. When the food was served, the chef was still in a trance. Aren't the young master and his junior brothers still growing up on Fuyao Mountain the other day?

In a blink of an eye, the bigu of the bigu, the prohibition of alcohol, the prohibition of alcohol!

During the banquet, Cheng Qian packed something and left the banquet alone.

From Fuyao Mountain to Taiyin Mountain for more than fifty miles, Yujian only took a moment.

The bloody aura that remained around the Ten Square Formation lingered, and the people had already disappeared. Some of them died and no one was buried. The corpses were lying on the ground alone, waiting to become one with the heaven and the earth.

Han Yuan's entire portrait has turned into darkness.

Hearing the deliberately heavy footsteps, Han Yuan turned his head slightly, his expression gloomy, and he couldn't tell whether it was him or his inner demon who didn't know how to speak.

Cheng Qian took the frost blade in his hand, walked over silently, sat down beside him, and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms.

There was a little oil stain on the edge of the oiled paper, but it was still warm. Cheng Qian threw the paper package into Han Yuan's arms, brushed off the dust on the ruins of the Ten Square Array, and sat down beside him.

Han Yuan opened it and saw that there was a packet of crystal clear pine nut candies mixed with a subtle fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The big devil was stunned for a while. He didn't say anything rude, and he didn't express gratitude. He just picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

Han Yuan's cheeks were so thin that he looked like a mean look of poor life and good fortune. When a piece of sugar was put in, his cheeks bulged. His face was still stained with blood. He tasted too seriously and frowned. , with a face of bitterness and hatred, as if swallowing medicine.

He didn't stop talking, and for a moment or three, even the scum was gathered together, and he proudly raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Cheng Qian had a toothache next to him, so he asked, "Do you want to drink water?"

"Drink," Han Yuan said, "It killed me."

Cheng Qian squeezed a hand, and a handful of cold air condensed in the air, condensing into a pitted cup, and attracted some water and handed it to him.

Han Yuan gasped, sighed, and said, "The first sweet bite I've ever eaten in my life is pine nut candy."

Cheng Qian: "It was given by the senior brother."

Han Yuan glanced at him and said: "You gave it, I thought it was incredible at the time, I thought that if there was such a delicious food, the little beggars would break their heads and fight for their lives to grab it, but you gave it casually. If you don't care about me, you're too kind to me."

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "No, it's just that the senior brother was not pleasing to the eye at that time, and I was too lazy to eat his food."

Han Yuan was silent for a while, then smiled: "I think so too."

Immediately, he asked again, "Are you okay?"

Needless to say, Cheng Qian knew that he was talking about Fuyao Mountain, so he nodded lightly, and said, "It's the same as before - wait for you to come back and see for yourself in the future."

Han Yuan paused, smiled strangely, and said, "Don't make fun of me, little brother, what did the master say to you before he died? 'Those who are guilty of unforgivable sins must be cleaned up by the same sect', you are all done. Have you eaten candy?"

Cheng Qian turned his head and looked at him fixedly: "Are you unforgivable?"

Han Yuan's expression changed slightly, and in just a split second, Cheng Qian could see that the coward of Han Yuan ran away again, and the person who was talking to him became a demon.

The inner demon Han Yuan glanced at him lazily: "Tianyan has become a rat crossing the street, I think that the emperor's house is almost bad, and the anger is exhausted, naturally some people rebel, my anger is also out, and I feel It’s also fast, whether it’s guilty or not, you have the final say.”

Cheng Qian shook his head and avoided answering. He glanced at the frosty moonlight: "I'm leaving, come back tomorrow."

"I want that milk cake tomorrow," Han Yuan touched his stomach and added, "It's too sweet, it's uncomfortable after eating, bring me another half of the jī."

Cheng Qian waved his hand, and the frost blade flashed like a meteor and disappeared.

By the time he returned to Fuyao Mountain, the banquet had already dispersed, and Cheng Qian walked straight back to his Qing'an residence, where Teng Huáng was waiting for him.

Seeing that he seemed a little nervous, Teng Huáng took two steps forward to take the sword in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Young... The head is here."

"Oh, I'm here to study the thoughts left by the ancestors." Sect Master Yan said clearly.

Cheng Qian glanced at the legendary offering on the stage of no regrets. He saw a jug placed on it, but he didn't dismantle him, and said casually, "What did you research?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at Teng Huáng who had just been transferred to Qing'an Curie.

Teng huáng was young, but he was quite clever, and immediately knew that he was in the way, so he hurriedly made an excuse to run away.

Yan Zhengming: "gān what happened?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, just smiled.

Yan Zhengming suddenly comprehended, understood, and didn't ask any further, just slapped away his hand that reached out to the jug: "Don't move, the wine has nothing to do with you, pour it in a glass."

Cheng Qian's eyes fell on the stone that made his wish come true. He had copied the scriptures on this stone since he was a child. He closed his eyes and could even count the pits on it silently. He put his hand on it. The light of the orchid was reflected on the stone, and the hand appeared as white as jade.

Yan Zhengming said that looking at the stone was just an excuse. At this time, he stared at Cheng Qian's hand intently, took a drink after a sip, and took his junior brother to drink.

Cheng Qian suddenly frowned: "Huh?"

Yan Zhengming absentmindedly said, "What?"

Cheng Qian: "I always feel that there is something flowing in this stone."