Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming once again tried to escape punishment by using shameless methods such as bribery and cheating, and then ran away first.

Back at Qing'anju, he meticulously finished the scriptures that his master punished him and wrote them until midnight. Except for Xueqing who came to ask him to have dinner, Cheng Qian was in the study room. At this time, only Xueqing invited him, because once Xueqing asked him to have dinner, Cheng Qian ignored it, and Xueqing stayed with him until the second half of the night. Since then, no matter how unwilling to be disturbed, Cheng Qian never ignored him again.

After finishing writing in one go, Cheng Qian ran to the Jinglou every moment.

This was the first time he used his hand to push open the door of the sutra building and walked in straightforwardly. However, Cheng Qian wandered around the sword score and martial arts talismans he often visited for a while, and followed the master's instructions and stepped onto the second underground floor.

He is actually very good at lip service, but he doesn't like to deal with his master like this.

The penultimate layer is a little stronger than the bottom layer, and it is also a place where personal journeys are rare. The books here are very nice, and it can be seen that no one can turn them around. Cheng Qian picked out a few volumes at will, but he saw that the front was full of portraits, and the back included the life of this disciple - whose surname is who, how to get started, how to be a human being, because of what he entered the Tao, what he entered, how many years he had risen and fallen. "Go back" in a certain year and month, and finally, after the dust settled, the judgment made by later generations.

There are also some who disappeared halfway and were expelled from the sect. These are from the same side as Tian, ​​and the subsequent follow-up is unknown.

Cheng Qian first started to look at it as a pastime for a while, but in the end he was so sleepy that he fell asleep unknowingly on a corner of the bookshelf. It was not until the book roll in his hand fell to the ground that he suddenly woke up. He leaned back, slid down from the bookshelf, and lay on the ground in a daze.

Although there were moth-proof and moisture-proof talismans in the building, it was still cold after a long time of no sight. Cheng Qian was shocked by the ice on the ground. At this time, he saw something under the bookshelf.

It was a small gap between the bottom of the bookshelf and the ground. It was a very thin child who could put his arms in. Cheng Qiang rolled up his sleeves in a deceased manner, fumbled under the bookcase for a few times, and dragged the thing out.

It was actually a portrait, and the strange thing was that it was only half a piece, and it seemed to be cut open by a sharp weapon in the middle of the painting. The man on the portrait was only left with his upper body. He was wearing a half-new robe, but he never looked shabby. I don’t know who the painter was. With just a few strokes, the unparalleled beauty seemed to have penetrated the back of the paper.

But...who is this person?

Cheng Qian turned to the back of the portrait, but there was not a single word on the back.

Cheng Qian didn't know much about painting, but from the perspective of an outsider, he felt that the painting was very good, not like a waste of painting... but how could there be no word?

He was puzzled, but fortunately, Cheng Qian was always interested in the things of people he didn't know, so he soon stopped tangling. He packed up the half scroll and picked up a few books and took them back to read.

Life passed quickly. On the sixth day of June, Fuyao sent his masters and apprentices to finish their constant teaching every day and set off to the bottom of the mountain in a mighty way.

Of course, the "magnificent" scene was brewed by senior brother Yan Zhengming.

This man prepared several big carts, one of which pulled him and the other several pulled his luggage - that was a must for survival in his own eyes, but in the eyes of others, it was a bunch of dispensable pieces.

Except for him, everyone else—including the only girl, Shuipu, just carried a wooden sword and a small bag that could be carried on his back—Cheng Qian also brought two more bundles of books and hung them on the horse’s back.

Despite this, Young Master Yan still complained. He had not been down to Fuyao Mountain for seven years, and sleeping in the open all the way almost cost him his lazy life.

Young Master Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with a man riding alone in broad daylight. He just couldn't bear to see his master and his junior brothers outside in the wind and sun, so he leaned over to the thin master who was riding on the thin horse and said, "Master, take your junior brothers into the car, it's too hot outside."

True Man Mu Chun sighed: "Disciple, you are so filial."

It was one year since a young man was older. Although Yan Zhengming became more and more sarcastic, he really understood something more than before. For example, Young Master Yan, who never looked at people's faces, keenly heard the sarcasm in his master's words.

Finally, the master rejected his proposal and threw the puddle in his back into Yan Zhengming's car, asking her to teach Young Master Yan a lesson with her dripping saliva. When she turned her head, Mu Chun saw Cheng Qian again. Cheng Qian was affected by the backlash of the talisman that day, but he never recovered, and his little face was still blue and white.

Mu Chun said to him: "You can go to your senior brother's car to rest for a while, don't be arrogant, you can read books in the car."

Yan Zhengming said: "Yes, Xiao Tongqian, come and play with the junior sister. I have enough for you two to roll in this car."

Cheng Qian refused him without hesitation, and at the same time, he didn't say a good thing: "Senior Brother is too humble. Just your team, it's enough to marry into the palace to be the queen."

Yan Zhengming had a rare kindness, and he always acted as a donkey. He immediately put down the curtains in anger, not wanting to see the little bastard again.

Cheng Qian remembered that the master said that the elder brother entered the Tao with swords. Most of the people who entered the Tao with swords were firm in their minds - except for some strange people like Yan Zhengming.

But he himself is different. The master said that he entered the Tao because of his heart.

What is "entering into the Tao by the mind"?

Cheng Qian spent a long time in the scripture building for the first few days, but he couldn't figure out what this "heart" refers to. There are many different opinions and many schools. He was confused and had no idea. However, among the various statements, he mentioned one thing in one's order, "Those who enter the Tao with swords to train their bodies, and those who enter the Tao with heart refine their spirits."

"Refining the Spirit" means tempering the mind, concentration, patience, pain, perseverance, etc., and when you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can do whatever you want without breaking the rules. However, for Cheng Qian, who is just starting out, the most basic way to refine the Spirit is to practice hard.

At this time, he seemed to have regarded this hot summer journey as one of the methods of hard practice.

After walking for three days, the master and his disciple arrived at the shore of the East China Sea.

There is a small town on the coast of the East China Sea called Fulong Town. When the weather is good, people stand on the harbor and can see shadows of overseas fairy mountains. There are various shops selling fairy weapons in the town, which are mixed with fish and dragons, and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are always traffic, and there are countless tourists from far and near every year.

But it was not as lively as ever in this year.

When Mu Chun and the others arrived, the inns in the town were almost crowded. Yan Zhengming suggested sending a Taoist boy to find out which one was the most expensive one. He was going to use gold to smash a few rooms to go to the room.

The master pretended to be deaf and dumb and ignored his bad idea.

The old weasel was familiar with the road and led them to the southernmost suburbs of Fulong Town without stopping, and headed straight for a row of thatched huts.

It was a row of real thatched houses. From the outside, its architectural style was similar to that of the stable. Several chickens who had been fed all day at the door were strolling, and there was a stone pigpen next to it. A stupid guy covered in fat was curiously opening his eyes and looking at the ten-mile red carriage convoy of Master Yan.

Yan Zhengming pushed open the car door, frowned and looked at the scene around him, stretched out his arms and poked Cheng Qian: "What the hell is this? The toilet?"

At this time, he had forgotten what he had just been angry with Cheng Qian. It can be seen that Yan Zhengming is not very persistent and does not hold a grudge. Perhaps his main business is to change his methods every day.

Cheng Qian glanced at him with some sympathy and said, "I just saw my master go in and call the door--I'm afraid this is where we rest at night."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He would rather sleep in a carriage.

There is nothing more anger than going out. After a long time, Yan Zhengming remembered his responsibilities as a senior brother. He swept around and looked up fiercely and asked Li Yun, "Where is the earth in the sky?"

Since Li Yun was stimulated by Cheng Qian, he refused to be distracted from playing with things. He rode on the horse all the way, and imitated Cheng Qian's helplessness. He didn't raise his head and pointed his finger up. Everyone looked up with his eyes and saw a big wolfberry tree at the door of the hut. A head that seemed to be hit by someone with a punch appeared between the branches and branches.

Han Yuan said to his fellow disciples with different expressions, "Call me? I'll pick red fruits for you to eat. There are so many growing on it, it's sweet!"

The treasure of the world.

Yan Zhengming angrily threw the car door and decided to die than get out of the car.

However, he finally got off - because the journey was long, the youngest sister who still had difficulty communicating with others could not hold it in, so she peed in his car.

For this reason, Yan Zhengming's face was blue and black until the second half of the night.

This large group of huts has a very self-aware name, which is called "Born Inn".

Two lines of words were posted at the door of the broken inn. The left door frame read "Three-in-one one-stop", the right door frame read "I can't live in love", and there was a monster with green face and fangs on the door. There was no one who welcomed and sent him to him, and he was like 20,000 to 50,000 or 80,000.

The master knocked on the door for half a stick of incense before the owner showed up. He saw that he was a man over eight feet tall, with an image like a small hill that was almost as wide as the horizontal and vertical!

His beard was angry and upright, his face was like a copper basin, his lips were thick, and his mouth was upside down, making him look like a debt collection.

As soon as this gentleman left the door, Li Yun's horse was shocked. He stepped backwards one foot away with a small step back, and almost hit Yan Zhengming's car, and the horse's face was filled with horror.

The master clasped his fists in a familiar way and smiled, "Brother Wen Ya, long time no see."

All the disciples and Taoist children felt that it would be difficult to look at the words "wen" and "elegant" in the future.

The "iron tower" looked impatient when it opened the door. When he saw Mu Chun's real person clearly, his expression calmed down a little, and he muttered: "Xiaochun, why are you here?"

Cheng Qian was caught off guard and heard the scary name. He shook his whole body and almost fell from the horse's back. Goosebumps quickly rose on his body.

"Come in," Wen Ya glanced at Young Master Yan's majestic convoy and frowned, "You are here as soon as you come. Why are you dragging your family with your family? Are you going to see the bride?"

Li Yun, Cheng Qian and Han Yuan and the other two looked at Yan Zhengming with a snickering. Yan Zhengming took out his new sword and slapped Li Yun's timid horse with a grin and slapped it hard on the butt of Li Yun's timid horse. Li Yun's horse suddenly turned into a pegasus, raised its front legs high, and jumped forward hysterically for a few times, stirring the chickens in front of the broken inn door so that they rose up towards the sun, and even the fat pigs hummed and roared.

Yan Zhengming walked into the most broken thatched house he had lived in in his life, and felt a tragic and tragic future with a bright future.
Chapter completed!