Sect Master Yan was deliberately ignored several times by him, and finally got angry: "Didn't you say that you will never lose your mind? It only took a few days to get tired of it! As expected, he has been an unfamiliar white-eyed láng since he was a child!"

Cheng Qian felt a pain in his head: "Eldest brother, just let me live a few more years."

Sect Master Yan was so angry that he ran into the small bamboo forest to practice swordsmanship, and turned the bamboo sea of ​​Qinganju into a bald scoop. He wanted to leave, but he was stunned. He ran back angrily, waiting for Cheng Qian, who had come down the mountain to see Han Yuan, to come back and reflect on himself.

The days flickered, and in the blink of an eye, the rainy season in the Fuyao Mountains area was coming, and it was non-stop all day long.

This schedule dive was about to go down the mountain, but was stopped by Yan Zhengming.

"Bring this to him." Yan Zhengming mentioned Han Yuan for the first time and threw a small bead the size of a broad bean.

Cheng Qian stretched out his hand to catch it, feeling that the tentacles of this object were cold, and the cháo qi that the pattering rain had wrapped around him suddenly dissipated.

"I got a few water droplets that flowed out of the West Palace in the early years." Yan Zhengming said, "The fifteen appointments made by Tang Zhen are coming soon, don't let him be ashamed."

It is obvious that he is worried about it, but he always wears a disgusting image of love and death, and it is absolutely impossible.

Cheng Qian went down the mountain and hadn't seen Han Yuan, so he first met Tang Zhen near the foot of Taiyin Mountain.

Tang Zhen was a very worry-free guest. Except for the first day when he first arrived at Fuyao Mountain, he was personally led by Li Yun to travel in the mountains.

Tang Zhen held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He didn't block Fei Zhenyuan from the rain, and the sleeves of his robe were wet, so he didn't care, and walked unhurriedly in the rain.

Cheng Qian let the frost blade fall to the ground and greeted, "Brother Tang."

Tang Zhen said, "Are you going to the Ten Square Array? Let's go together."

Neither of the two talked much, and without the sword, they walked slowly on the clean path in the mountains. The sound of wind and rain in my ears was so fine that everything seemed to have slowed down.

Cheng Qian said: "With Brother Tang, I feel that everything is not in a hurry."

Tang Zhen said: "Mortal people are mediocre in their lives, and they are chased by fame, fortune, and wealth. Although cultivators have hundreds of thousands of times of time, they are still chasing their cultivation and realm behind them. They are all walking against the water between heaven and earth. One step away from the main road, so I dare not be in a hurry - I am a walking corpse, I have nothing to ask for, and of course I am more leisurely than others."

These words made Cheng Qian feel a little doubtful in his heart, and he said, "You don't ask for anything, why are you running around here?"

However, this doubt passed in a flash, Cheng Qian didn't have many friends, one counted as one, he didn't want to be suspicious of his friends, so he didn't care much and said: "I think that taking a few steps slowly is an adjustment. If you live so leisurely every day, wouldn't you be living like an old guī? That doesn't mean anything."

Tang Zhen smiled and changed the subject: "Seeing that the fifteenth appointment is coming soon, I wonder what your senior brother thinks? In this battle, the dragon bowed his head, Tian Yan fell, the Four Sages declined, and Mu Lanshan was jīng. Ying has been destroyed by more than half, and other small sects are not worth mentioning, Fuyao Mountain may be a new force, and the reshuffle between the major sects, you have to make plans early."

Cheng Qian smiled and said: "Our senior brother in charge has no ambition to order the world and let the four sides congratulate him. He just wants to let others bother him less, and he is too lazy to go out. After so many years of wandering, I am afraid that he will get worse when he comes back. ."

Tang Zhen said: "Brother Yan is quite unique whether he is the headmaster or the sword cultivator. His willingness to go with the flow is quite in line with the true meaning of the Dao, and coupled with his outstanding qualifications, he may be able to achieve longevity in the future."

From the very beginning, the Fuyao Independent School did not demand longevity, and always regarded itself as "humanity". It was like Tong Ru, who put the sect inheritance before personal practice, but Tang Zhen was an outsider after all, and Cheng Qian didn't say much. He only said, "Let's borrow Brother Tang's auspicious words."

Tang Zhen said: "But if you talk about longevity, you are really blessed."

Cheng Qian: "How do you say?"

Tang Zhen said: "Cultivation and weapon refining are sometimes the same thing, and the three princes actually have their reasons for refining themselves into a bone formation. The monks are fighting for their lives with the sky, and their cultivation is stagnant. When the turnover enters the real yuan, the number of lifespans will come, but you are different, the Ju Lingyu can absorb the essence of heaven and earth by nature."

Cheng Qian said indifferently: "Jade, like human beings, cannot decay with the heavens and the earth. When it comes to the primordial spirit, it has the same goal. I don't feel any difference."

"There are still some," Tang Zhen said indifferently, "you forged the Juling Jade into a body, and after the calamity, you are considered a semi-immortal body. If you are willing to clean up in the ice pool of Mingming Valley, there will be ice pools constantly. Provide you with the same source of real energy as your physical body, and your cultivation will never stagnate, you may not necessarily ascend, but you can also live forever - oh, don't misunderstand what I'm persuading you, it's just a fact."

Tang Zhen's speaker didn't know whether he was intentional or not. Anyway, Cheng Qian, the listener, took these words as a deaf ear, and just smiled: "I just borrowed Ju Lingyu to cover myself, and I did a good job, but I didn't really plan to become a piece. Jade."

Tang Zhen took a deep look at him, didn't say anything, just echoed: "Exactly."

Cheng Qian said: "Speaking of spiritual things, Brother Tang has a lot of knowledge. I wonder if you have heard of 'Listen to the Universe'?"

Tang Zhen's expression changed, and he asked back, "How do you know that 'Listen to Qiankun' is a spiritual thing? It's not a person or a practice method?"

Cheng Qian smiled calmly and said, "It feels like, why?"

Tang Zhen said: "Oh, that is an ancient legend. Some people say that you can hear the voice of the upper realm by listening to Qiankun. No one knows whether it is true or not."

Immediately, he changed his voice, exposed the topic, and said, "Zhenzhen Han has gone too far, I am afraid that the death penalty will be spared, and the living crime will not escape. On the fifteenth day, I will try my best to deal with it, even if it is imprisoned and suppressed, I will try to put him in custody. On Fuyao Mountain."

Cheng Qian could only sigh: "Thank you very much then."

Unfortunately, the idea is good, but it may not be realized.

On the fifteenth day, when the Fuyao faction arrived at Taiyin Mountain, there were already many people from the sect.

This time, the people who came here are not too expensive. All the sects went back to recuperate. Only one or two representatives were sent to express their positions. .

Cheng Qian glanced at Tang Zhen, Tang Zhen nodded and said, "Yes, that's for your faction."

Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "If they stay, should I drive the ducks to sit on the shelves?"

Without saying a word, he walked around the crowd without any hesitation. He didn't care about other people's face at all. He found a corner where he didn't join the crowd. Ling Nian Da threw Shijiazi and walked in from a small world.

Tang Zhen shook his head and asked Shang Liulang to walk to the ten-square stage. After all, he convened this meeting, and he couldn't sit on the sidelines like the Fuyao faction.

Shijiazi showed a little bit of independence from the crowd, and Rokuro couldn't help but feel a little envious, and said to Tang Zhen, "I hope I can become a person like Sect Master Yan one day."

Tang Zhen tilted his head patiently, listening to him as he walked.

Liu Lang continued: "I heard from the Taoist boy on Fuyao Mountain that the head of Yan was like this when he was young. He just wanted to plant flowers and make birds on Fuyao Mountain. Later, by chance, he went down the mountain for a hundred years. Yes, but going back to the beginning, he still does not change his original intention, and he is not moved by the world at all... Regardless of whether his original intention seems very hopeless, I admire it very much."

Tang Zhen listened and nodded expressionlessly: "It's really rare."

Immediately, however, he raised his head again and glanced at the cultivator indifferently, Tang Zhen's words contained a bit of sternness, and said, "It's a pity that he is not moved by the world, and the world may not tolerate him. Nothing will end well."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Rokuro to respond, he flicked his robe sleeves and walked to the ruins of the Ten Square Array.

Tang Zhen briefly said a few words from the scene, then went straight to the topic and said: "Tang does not dare to take the initiative without authorization, I would like to trouble you to discuss a charter today. I personally think that retribution for injustice may not be good, and death may not necessarily be able to atone for sin, what do you think? ?"

Before he finished speaking, an elder of White Tiger Villa took the lead and said: "Nine Saints of Nightmare Pedestrians died in the Ten Square Formation, and the Demon Dragon was detained here again. Saints and Demon Dragons can't bind those lawless demons, they are unconstrained, and they are in chaos, but they are more smoky, I think it's better..."

Han Yuan didn't cooperate at all, and interrupted him mercilessly: "The Nightmare Pingers themselves do not restrain their subordinates. If you want to blame yourself for your incompetence, you can't manage your own territory. Don't expect me to help you."

This elder didn't know Han Yuan either, but he was asked to say a few good words. It was the first time he saw such a person who didn't know what to do, and he choked for a while.

A person next to him said coldly, "Since this devil said so himself, what else do you expect? It's better to kill him."

It was Bian Xu, the head of the Xuanwu Hall, who spoke up. He should not have come to join in with Bian Xu in person, but the revenge of killing his son was never shared—Bian Xiaohui had only been dead for a year, and Bian Xu’s hair and beard had turned white. There is a looming depression that is about to end his lifespan.

This is also a generation of saints, and it is really embarrassing to fall to this point.

Han Yuan said tit-for-tat: "Isn't it true, let the waste and the devil die, and it is better to leave these people who are full of knowledge and single-mindedness in the world."

Among the stone mustard seeds, Yan Zhengming said to Li Yun, "Can you make the bastard shut up?"

Li Yun frowned: "Bian Xu? It's a bit more difficult."

Yan Zhengming: "...I mean Han Yuan."

"Yes." Li Yun turned to Cheng Qian and said, "There is a big plane tree across from Han Yuan, have you seen it? Xiao Qian, you go with the little junior sister, he must shut up."