Yan Zhengming: "..."

After a while, the puddle turned into a big bird, carrying Cheng Qian out of the stone mustard seed, and landed under the big sycamore tree opposite the Shifang Terrace.

Tonghe's flaming red feathers hang down, which is very conspicuous. When Han Yuan, who had been talking nonsense on Shifang Stage, saw the two of them, he was instantly silenced, and he honestly didn't say a word.

Li Yun said triumphantly: "Little Junior Brother has a tragic life, it can be said to be full of blood and tears, but if you really count it, in fact, it was Xiao Qian's death that hit him the most. Did you find that every time his inner demon met Xiao Qian? Qiandu will be weaker... and the little junior sister, the junior sister was the best with him when she was a child, but he said that he was going to pump her demon bone that day, and felt a little guilty towards her, and when he saw her, he would naturally restrain his inner demons."

Li Yun shook his head for a while, feeling that he was really taking the right medicine.

Yan Zhengming smashed him with a fan bone in a bad mood, and squeezed a few words from his teeth: "I didn't find it, shut up."

Li Yun was silent, feeling as if he had accidentally overturned someone's vinegar jar.

After all, Bian Xu's status is in the same seniority, so it's not good to lose his demeanor. In terms of quarrels, as long as Han Yuan stops, he will be alone, and he will die after a while, only saying: "Forgive the old man who can't practice at home, he will kill his son. The hatred is hard to let go, my Xuanwutang and this person are not in the same sky, I have to kill him!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hatred for Han Yuan was aroused for a while, and there was a lot of talk in the field.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from a distance, saying: "The devil's guilt is very clear, and the whole world knows that, if we all have no grievances with him, we don't have to mobilize the crowd to gather here, and these grievances don't need to be I mentioned it, I think Tang Zhenren's words have some truth, what's the point of being dead, it's better to let him live to atone for his sins."

Everyone looked at them together, and saw a middle-aged man walking from a distance with a few disciples, as if his body flickered, and his fingers were already in front of him. The middle-aged man was graceful and elegant.

The elder of the White Tiger Villa who just spoke, immediately greeted him: "The villa master."

It was the owner of the White Tiger Villa.

The owner nodded, put his cuffs together, and bowed his hands to Bian Xu: "Brother Bian, long time no see."

Cheng Qian frowned and looked at the person on the top of the tree for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes - isn't this guy Ji Qianli, the old lunatic on the Lock Sendai?

Why did he suddenly look like a dog!

Chapter 96

When Bian Xu first saw his old friend, he was stunned for a moment, but then his mood became somewhat complicated.

His beard and hair are all white, but his old friend is still in his prime. Comparing the two, he decides between the two. A monk has several times the life of a mortal, and his youthful youth and beauty seem to be blessed by nature, but they also have a cruel side. , they can show their ugliness, their cowardice, and their poverty, but they can't just show their old age.

Because "oldness" is not a law of nature, but a sentence of "no connection to the Dao for life".

Bian Xu refused to admit that he was jealous, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He finally said nothing and nodded lightly to Ji Qianli.

Everyone was discussing a lot below. Rumors said that the owner of the White Tiger Villa was seriously injured in order to exorcise the demons. He has been retreating for so many years.

But now it seems that this person not only has no intention of running out of lights, but is very active.

Ji Qianli looked up at Cheng Qian on the top of the tree, smiled at him, and greeted Tang Zhen from a distance, and said, "I say everyone everyone who has hatred, think about it too, What good is it to kill his primordial spirit with a knife, his head fell off a bowl and a big scar, he died a hundred times without pain, are you willing? If I have a mortal enemy, I must wish him to suffer every day rǔ , and at the same time live a long and sturdy life."

As soon as the owner of the village opened his mouth, a fresh smell of shit-stirring rushed to his face. Han Yuan seemed to want to yell at this person, but he was so angry that he couldn't think of a good word for a while.

The owner of the White Tiger Villa suddenly appeared, which surprised everyone, and even Tang Zhen couldn't figure out his purpose for a while.

Tang Zhen said calmly: "The village owner's words are not unreasonable, but this real Han is too powerful. If you want to lock him up, you must have a suitable place."

Someone asked: "Tang Zhenren, what is the right place?"

Tang Zhen Yaoyao rushed to the person who asked the question and cupped his hands, saying: "The affairs of the major sects are so complicated that I'm afraid they can't take care of them. I'm afraid the other people are more than enough to do it. Well... I didn't know when I broke the bone formation last month. Do you still have any impression of Sect Master Yan's swordsmanship?"

Of course was impressed, was very impressed.

How many sword cultivators in the world can cultivate the primordial spirit? How many other sword cultivators can go to Sword Art Online?

Tang Zhen smiled and said, "In my humble opinion, Fuyao Mountain is a good place."

His voice fell, and Ji Qianli, whose position was unclear, suddenly interrupted him: "I don't see it right."

Tang Zhen's eyes twitched slightly.

Ji Qianli stepped forward with his hands behind his back, glanced at Cheng Qian on the tree, and said, "The Fuyao sect is a disciple of Han Yuan. Even if the head of the Yan family is high and righteous, he won't show favoritism, isn't it equivalent to trapping others in melon fields? No? That's right, it's very inappropriate—isn't it, little friend Cheng Qian?"

Cheng Qian could vaguely feel the turbulent darkness in the field, but he couldn't see the origin of the situation for a while, so he didn't say a word.

At this time, someone said in his ear: "How do you know him again? How do you know such a person who is not on the stage?"

Cheng Qian turned his head and saw that his senior brother had ignored the first seat that everyone had reserved for him, and went to build a stone mustard by himself. Now the stone mustard is no longer there. monkey.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Who is the one who cannot stand on the stage?

"I do have a proposal." Ji Qianli got serious, walked to Tang Zhen's side and looked at Han Yuan twice.

Han Yuan always felt that this person looked at him with some kind of strange regret, and he was vividly aware of his skin bumps.

"I was traveling with my disciples a while ago, and I saw that the generation in the middle of Shu has been plagued by demons, and the people are struggling. Most of those demons' cultivation bases are sparse. Presumably, it is not difficult for everyone here to cook, but there are a lot of people. It's a little troublesome. And... Ji Qianli waved his sleeves, and a gray shadow flew out from his sleeves. It was actually a little girl, her whole body was gray and black, and it was basically blurred from the waist down. In mid-air, with a sullen expression, indescribable resentment and ghostly anger floated around him.

Yan Zhengming whispered: "Ghost shadow?"

There was an exclamation in the ten square formation.

Tang Zhen's face seemed to have been slapped in the face. I wonder if he also recalled the days when he was a ghost, and he involuntarily took a step back.

"Not bad." Ji Qianli said, "I came here specially to tell you that the Soul Eater Lamp that disappeared for a hundred years has reappeared in the world."

This remark stirred up a thousand layers of làng, and everyone exploded on the spot.

More than a hundred years ago, Soul Eater appeared in the world, causing countless murders. The lamp holder, Jiang Peng, came from an ominous background, but his popularity in the magic cultivator was unparalleled for a while. There was once a rumor that he had the ability to reach Beiming—and If it is said that the dragon is in chaos, it is still considered something to do or not to do, and the means of ghost cultivators have no bottom line.

This wave has not been settled, and the big devils are like mosquitoes after the beginning of autumn.

Cheng Qian whispered: "I saw him outside Mingming Valley and accidentally let him run away... Could it be that he has really become a Soul Eater?"

Yan Zhengming clenched his hands around his waist: "Why didn't you say it at the time?"

Cheng Qian: "...I was fooled by you and forgot about it."

Yan Zhengming looked at him angrily, but unfortunately, Cheng Qian looked at him quietly, his big fire that day had vanished, and Sect Master Yan didn't hold back, his eyes softened involuntarily, and he had to take Cheng Qian's hands. Qian's face turned to the side: "Look over there, don't look at me."

The neglected puddle said stubbornly: "Two brothers, there is a living creature here."

Yan Zhengming glanced at her.

Puddle received the threat and turned her bird's head away sadly: "Oh, it's alright, this creature is blind."

Ji Qianli and the others whispered slowly, and then turned to Han Yuan and said, "After all, Han Yuan has been rampant among the nightmare pedestrians for several years, and he has a deep understanding of the magic way. I wonder if you are willing to help us this time?

Han Yuan looked at him with a sneer.

Tang Zhen suddenly said: "The Soul Eater Lamp hasn't been born for a hundred years, and only a ghost is not necessarily real-according to the meaning of the village owner, isn't it equivalent to returning the magic dragon to the southern border? In order to hunt down the dragon, the sect has involved a lot of troubles and lost a lot. If you want to let the tiger go back to the mountain now, others may not agree."

He misinterpreted Ji Qianli's words perfectly, and the misinterpretation seemed to make sense.

Shuideng said in a low voice: "Little Senior Brother, I didn't understand, why does Senior Tang seem to want to protect Fourth Senior Brother for a while, and then he doesn't want to?"

Cheng Qian touched her head and didn't say a word, but he and Yan Zhengming both heard it - Tang Zhen wanted to protect Han Yuan, but never agreed to put him back in the southern border... Why?

Ji Qianli said with a smile: "It's simple, why did Tang Zhenren forget it? Isn't your gossip plate with blood oath still there? Since we can set up one, we can also set up another one, not only can we make the dragon stand, You can also call us... Sect Master Yan and the others together, and let's discuss the terms carefully - Zhenren Tang made a fifteen-year pact here last month. Han Yuan could have left, but he sat here quietly for a while. Yue is waiting for you to come and go, can't you explain the role of the blood oath?"

Tang Zhen wiped away all the joy and anger on his face, tense like a wooden man.

Ji Qianli said again: "If not, do you want to go back to face the Soul Eater and thousands of ghosts by yourself? Do you want to clean up those demons who have little ability but a lot of means?"