Cheng Qian was stunned by his scream. For a moment, he didn't know if he should call out "Master".

For more than a year, when he first stepped into Fuyao Mountain, he still thought that this was a poultry sect without parents but a little bit of style.

Not, the people are so many stories, let’s not mention the sects of the gossip, and any sect that can be called a "sect", which sect is not a group of third aunts and second uncles who are competitive all day long and intrigue with each other?

A sect leader brought a few furious disciples, a village boy who had been fucked by bird eggs, was probably bigger than this one.

Just in these few days, Cheng Qian discovered that the sect was not only a master, but also a master, and this did not make him feel any glory at all.

They are both from the same sect, compared with the master who is like a storm, and the master who is the first devil in the Eight Desolations, and then look at the bear of his master who "lived to be like a god". Could it be that the existence of the Fuyao Sect is explaining to the world what is "the Tao is one foot tall, and the demon is one foot tall"?

Furthermore, which one of the two names "poultry sect" and "demonic cultivation base camp" sounds better, Cheng Qian is really undecided.

After being revealed by a word, Bei Mingjun sighed slightly, and as the black mist in his body gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance hidden below for a long time.

He has neither the fairy spirit nor the green face and fangs. In general, he is a personal person.

The eye sockets on his face slightly sunken, adding a little bit of handsomeness to him. In addition, the legendary Ten Thousand Demons Sect was just a not-so-conspicuous middle-aged man with a slightly white hair on his temples and an unusually pale face in his middle - he was still a haggard middle-aged man.

Bei Mingjun put his hands on his sleeves, stood close to his lonely corpse, waved his hand, and said, "Get up, Xiaochun--I didn't see you kneeling when I was alive, what are you pretending now?"

True Man Mu Chun stood up as if he were good, put down the puddle, and asked her to find Cheng Qian. He spoke casually and said, "It is not better than usual to go to the grave. It is also appropriate to kneel down and kneel down to his ancestors."

Cheng Qian: "…"

He found that being neither big nor small and disrespectful to teachers is a tradition of the Fuyao faction.

"I always thought that your body was destroyed and your soul was reincarnated. I once mistakenly recognized Xiao Qian as you. After all, his birth date and horoscope were right, and your bastard temper was your legacy back then. I didn't expect you to... not die, but attached to three copper coins." When Mu Chun said this, he paused, and then sighed with sadness, "Master, since you possessed yourself, why should you be so poor? Even if you can't find gold ingots, you will still find a silver ingot?"

When Beiming was covering his body with a pipa and half-covered his face, he showed the demeanor of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect a total of ten, which was enough to be worshipped. Unexpectedly, when he met honestly at this moment, this person was not that.

He looked at Mu Chun, with the sad expression that Mu Chun was usually seen when he saw Yan Zhengming, and smiled and said, "If that were the case, could the teacher still see you? You have been spending it to solve your urgent needs."

True Man Mu Chun said: "Master, the sect is no longer the same as before, and it is no longer as poor as it used to be."

Bei Mingjun said sarcastically, "I know, your future is getting bigger and bigger, I have given myself a disciple of the God of Wealth."

These two people who have been separated by yin and yang for many years, come and say a few words, look at each other for a moment, and suddenly laugh at Cheng Qian's inexplicable situation.

Cheng Qian hugged the puddle and stared at the corpse with sunken eyes, not listening to the mystery of the elders Bai.

After laughing, Mu Chun asked, "Your soul is scattered in the Demon Valley, and one soul is scattered in the Soul-Devouring Lamp. Now the last soul is left? The soul has been left for a long time, and the things are supported. Even Beiming Lord will be destroyed in both form and spirit, right?"

Bei Mingjun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you are dead."

True Man Mu Chun: "Where are senior brothers? Are you dead?"

When he was in front of dozens of big ships and a pair of eyes, he could only call him "Jiang Peng". At this time, he spoke privately, but called his senior brother. I think there was no need to cover up in front of Beiming Jun.

Bei Mingjun paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied, "It was not completely destroyed. The soul fire in the soul-devouring lamp was smashed with the power of a soul, which was considered a heavy blow to him. However, your senior brother was feeding the tiger with his body, refining himself and the soul-devouring lamp into one, and his soul-devouring lamp also became the essence of the ghost lamp. From then on, he would not be considered a human being. You think he was dead."

True Man Mu Chun was silent for a while, and asked again: "His he recognized you?"

This time, Beiming Jun smiled and said nothing, and did not answer. He seemed to be successful and answered: So what if I recognize it, so what if I can’t recognize it? So what if I can’t recognize it? Now, what are the differences?

Beiming Jun turned to Cheng Qian and shouted kindly: "Child, this is the third time I have seen you, come here."

Cheng Qian took a few steps, but did not follow the words. He just stopped silently at the hands of Mu Chun, and gave a junior gift to Bei Mingjun lukewarmly. Because he didn't know what to call him, he didn't speak rashly.

Although the master and Bei Mingjun seemed very close, Cheng Qian's intuition was not that.

For example, the relationship between Master and Master is as harmonious as it seems, Cheng Qian can't figure out why? In the past few years, Master never mentioned Master, and he didn't come to collect his body.

Bei Mingjun lowered his head slightly and asked patiently: "You dare to enter into meditation even in bloody storms. You are a brave little thing. Did you realize something at that time?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment and replied politely: "After enlightened by the generations and Zhenren Tang, the disciples learned the demeanor of the people who are 'feared by , fearing the earth, and fearing others'."

After hearing this, Bei Mingjun stared at Cheng Qian with mixed feelings for a while, and said softly: "Good boy, the blood of the Fuyao Sect has been cut off again."

Cheng Qian was stunned when he heard this sentence.

In an instant, he remembered the different faces of his master, the weasel that seemed to have died just now, and the ghost Jiang Peng's sentence "half-human is not human"... All kinds of reasons are connected quickly, and Cheng Qian almost turned the strings of this deep-speaking sentence in the blink of an eye.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at his master who suddenly became beautiful.

True Man Mu Chun raised his hand and put it on his head, sighing: "It would be great if your mind could give your fourth junior brother a little evenly - right, Xiao Qian, you guessed that the bloodline of the Fuyao Sect was broken in more than ten years, and he was also a dead person."

Cheng Qian's teeth were too tight, and he suddenly felt a "clog" and couldn't speak.

But Mu Chun Zhenren didn't care and still said jokingly: "The leader of the sect at that time, Master was in a critical moment of retreat. At this time, his eldest disciple Jiang Peng went into a demon and fell into the ghost realm. He followed him overestimated his ability and became the first resentful soul to die in the Soul-Devouring Lamp. He only entrusted his unsuccessful magical skills to escape with the remaining wisp of soul spirit and fell into a little demon who was about to die due to the thunder tribulation. It can be regarded as the inheritance of the head seal of the Fuyao Sect."

Bei Mingjun's face seemed sad: "You..."

True Man Mu Chun smiled and said, "This little demon body is nothing, it's just a little greedy."

Beiming Jun said with a low voice: "If you attach yourself to the dead body, you are not afraid of your soul being exhausted, your soul being scattered, and you will not be able to enter the wheel again?"

True Man Mu Chun slightly closed her sleeves, lowered her head and glanced at her toes, and smiled indifferently in Bei Mingjun's tone, "It's not tight."

Cheng Qian asked, "Master, who tear the portrait of Jinglou?"

True Man Mu Chun was stunned when he heard this: "Why didn't you clean it up? Oh... That's what I did. The soul was bitten by hundreds of ghosts in the soul-devouring lamp. After coming out, he couldn't help but feel resentful. In addition, the little demon was a dead creature. I was not used to it at first, so I was probably not very clear about it for a while."

He said lightly, but Cheng Qian felt that he was even more breathing in his chest. He hugged Mu Chun's waist and buried his head in his arms with force.

So warm...how is it just a wisp of soul?

Mu Chun continued: "As soon as he fell into the body of a weasel, he didn't know how to walk with four legs. He rolled and crawled and wanted to find the head master of the sect, and get married..."

Bei Mingjun stood still, forming a lonely shadow.

"I saw the 'Four Saints' besieged Fuyao Mountain," Mu Chun said to Cheng Qian: "I realized that the master turned out to be a great demon who was born in the world. The Four Saints are powerful people in the world. They all fell on Fuyao Mountain. They fought from Fuyao Mountain to the 200-open Forgetful Valley. The alarming disaster burned the valley into a sea of ​​fire. After three years, there was no grass growing. The Four Saints died and were seriously injured. It is estimated that if they were not the critical moment when they were in seclusion, they didn't know who died under the ancient tree. But they didn't know that Master, you, are already in the 'Bei Ming', and you are in a position with respect."

True Man Mu Chun deliberately said that he was picky and picky. For some reason, he didn't mention any key points - for example, why did Jiang Peng go astray? Why did he kill his master? Why did Beiming Jun embark on this path? Who are the Four Saints? Why did they attract fight?

He only said the story from beginning to end, and these reasons did not say a word.

If it were normal, Cheng Qian would have asked the questions to the end, but at this time he had no choice but to worry about it. His chest seemed to be tightly stuffed with a ball of cotton, which was blocked. He couldn't get up and down in one breath, and he wanted to cry.

But Mu Chun Zhenren pushed him away gently but unquestionably, bent down and picked up a tree branch from the ground. The branch gradually turned into a wooden sword in his hand. He walked a few steps to the side and came to a clearing ground. He said to Cheng Qian: "You have finished learning the second style. Now I will demonstrate the next three styles to you together. You have to see them carefully."

Cheng Qian always pestered Mu Chun to learn swordsman for no reason, and he would always be sent away by his master with a bag of candy. Now, the master finally had to take the initiative to teach him, but he was not happy at all.

He was white, Master is leaving them.

Cheng Qian stood in a daze for a while, tears suddenly rushed out like a flood on the embankment. He couldn't help but bit his lip. Cheng Qian had never cried like this before, even if his parents sold him for a few dollars, he never shed a single tear.

For the first time in his life, he had encountered such a deep and eased pain in his skin. He vented it for a while, and cleaned up the face he had maintained at all times.

Shuikeng carefully reached out and pulled the hem of his clothes. Seeing that Cheng Qian ignored him, he simply started crying.

Beiming Jun smiled bitterly and said, "Boy, you were still afraid of the people in the land just now, why did you start crying again?"

Cheng Qian tried his best to endure the sorrow. He found that he could hold back his joys and anger, but he couldn't help but cry, and his vision was still blurred and clear. He swallowed for a long time and said, "Master, don't learn anymore, don't teach me, okay? You... don't want them anymore?"

True Man Mu Chun lowered Mu Jian slightly and wanted to coax him a few words. Then, he remembered that Cheng Qian was not Han Yuan, and he could not fool him easily. After a while, he said, "It's true, Xiao Qian, even if there is no chance today, it's not a few years since then, and I can't keep you for the rest of my life."

When Mu Chun said this, he shut up. He knew that the child would get stuck in his own way, so he simply kept silent.

He put the wooden sword across his chest and made a starter move. At this time, he did not read the sarcastic formula, nor did he deliberately slow down.

The first style is full of vigor and ambition for young people to take on the blue sky.

The second move is to search up and down, and the long and painful are all contained in the hard sword move that is not squinting.

The third thing is contrary to your wishes. If you can penetrate the land, you will be just an ants in the vast world. You will be as solid as a soup, but you will be just a wave of sand house.

The fourth style is prosperous and declined, with three ups and three downs, and still cannot escape this long-standing fate.

The fifth style returns to nature...

Cheng Qian couldn't help but remember what his master said to him - is there any difference between "dead" and "ascending"?

They are all in the vastness of the two places, just from where they come and go.

Cheng Qian saw the complete set of Fuyao Mu Jian for the first time, and the tears on his face had not yet come and dried up.

Mu Chun asked quietly: "Look at it white?"

Cheng Qian pursed his lips and said stubbornly: "No!"

"Nonsense, no matter how vain, it's gone." Mu Chun reached out and bounced on his forehead. Then, he curled his smile and looked at Cheng Qian, "Xiao Qian, do you still remember the rules? What did you say about cleaning the portal?"

Cheng Qian glanced at Bei Mingjun with red eyes, but he didn't answer.

True Man Mu Chun said lightly: "Those who forgive sins need to be forgiven by their fellow disciples to clean up the door themselves - this is the reason why many sects of rebellious disciples still occupy a place in the immortals."

Cheng Qian wiped his tears hard.

True Man Mu Chun said lightly: "Although the great way is clear, it should be quiet. It is a person who is a cultivator and should not go against his original intention. Since it causes a great disaster, it will definitely cause a disaster."

Suddenly the wind came from the sleeves on his body, his face turned pale and blue, and it seemed like a light of fire flashed through his eyebrows.

Bei Mingjun said calmly, "I have been in charge of the sect for eighty years. I am indeed ashamed of my ancestors and my brothers. Therefore, I have made a poisonous oath with both body and spirit, and used the three souls to prevent three major disasters for the sect. Xiaochun, you are so great that you don't have to do it yourself."

After hearing this, Mu Chun, neither showed gratitude nor felt any emotion. He just replied quietly: "Master, if you are allowed to die, what should be the justice of the resentful souls who died under your hands?"

His voice was steady and gentle, but Cheng Qian felt that this was the most chilling thing he had ever heard.

True Man Mu Chun seemed to have soaked all his own joys and sorrows under the cold water with his own efforts. Through the water, he was neither happy nor painful.

A row of extremely complex talismans flashed through the sky, and then emitted golden light, and suddenly it was the "dark talisman" that was so magical about Li Yun's mouth.

Beiming Jun stood still, squinted his eyes and looked at the talisman that was fleeting and integrated into the land, and said lowly: "Seal the soul with soul."
To be continued...