The sky light gradually passed through the shadow of the clouds, and the smoke in the valley was gone.

Cheng Qian knelt on the spot for a long time, didn’t know how long he should get up, and where he should go to get up.

In his mind, the scene where the master shook his rain on a rainy night, the scene where the master shook his head and recited scriptures on Fuyao Mountain, and the scene where the Fuyao wooden sword was full of his mind, and whether he looked at it or not, he was demonstrating it back and forth in the middle.

In the end, they all fell into a vast world, caught off guard by being confused.

Cheng Qian was like a chick who had just raised his mind and tried to fly around. He was happy to come back to ask for praise, but found that his nest was gone. From now on, even if he could reach the sky and the earth and turn the world, he would not be able to get the comforting praise he wanted.

Cheng Qian did not admit that he was afraid, he thought he was just lonely.

At this time, Cheng Qian discovered that he needed an enemy too much. As long as he had an enemy, he could set a clear and powerful direction for himself in the next year, two years and even his life. He could draw boundless amounts from hatred and move on unswervingly with this amount.

But no.

The master seemed to have seen through him, and expected that he would instinctively choose what he would choose when he was most helpless, so he was prepared to avoid leaking water.

He did not reveal a single word about the grudge between Mu Chun and Jiang Peng, the unknown master of Beiming, and the four saints and five saints. All the stories were stuffed into a copper coin and buried in the soil. He did not even leave any scum for hatred for growth for Cheng Qian. He forced him to throw away all the crutches and cried and got up by himself.

At the same time, Mu Chun Zhenren also left him a small tail - a puddle that was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that it was so angry that

With the current wisdom of Shuikeng, she still doesn't understand what happened. She was so hungry that she posted it before and after. She first looked for her master, but she couldn't find her. She only had one senior brother, and the senior brother refused to pay attention to her.

Even though she was born with a strong and had no minor sex, she finally couldn't bear it at this moment. Shuikeng found that she was crying for a while and no one cared about it, so she had to regain her own life. She picked up the wooden sword that the master had turned into and chewed it with tears in her face.

When Cheng Qian came to her senses, she had already used her only five baby teeth to chew several pits on the side of the wooden sword.

The Heavenly Demon had such strong teeth, and it was indeed extraordinary.

Cheng Qian quickly supported his numb knees, staggered and got up, and opened the mouth of the puddle: "Spray it out!"

The water puddle spits two pieces of wood chips at him: "Ahhh!"

Then she was carried by a river by her senior brother, and pressed her head and forced her mouth to rinse. Shuikeng faced the third senior brother's "unreasonable" side for the first time in her life, and immediately refused to do it.

Cheng Qian glared at her: "Don't cry."

The puddle screamed and protested: "Ahhhh!"

Cheng Qian let her scream intestines, but his eyelids didn't lift them up.

Shuikeng silently wiped tears beside him for a while, and soon he found that crying was in vain. The master didn't know where to go, and there was only two of her and the third senior brother here, and there was no place to complain. So she was also very open and stopped sobbing, and came down quietly, looking forward to the senior brother discovering and finding some food for her.

Even if you catch a meat worm, it's OK.

Cheng Qian rescued the wooden sword that was gnawed off by the puddle and washed it clean in the water. He did not coax the child, put her by the river, and warned seriously: "Sit here, don't move."

After saying that, he rolled up his trousers and tried to catch fish clumsily.

There is no other advantage in water pits, but only knowing the current affairs is worthy of praise. He immediately judged from his actions that his meal had a solution, so he sat by the river without saying a word, like a well-trained puppy.

But fish are not easy to catch. Cheng Qian had never done anything to put up a house and tile when he was at home. It was even more impossible in the sect. He had nothing to do with these things. Some things full of scales slipped through his hands several times, and occasionally he deliberately waved his tail with his hard scales. The hard scales cut his hands several times.

It was getting darker and the water puddle could not wait. She finally curled up on the shore and slept with a finger involuntarily.

Cheng Qian waded barefoot in the cold river water, looked at her, straightened her sore waist with nothing to find, lowered her head and licked the wound on her hand.

The master said that he could one day rush into the sky and hide in the abyss, but he found that he could not even catch a fish.

He didn't know which plants in the Wangyou Valley were poisonous, so he didn't dare to pick some fruits and leaves rashly, nor did he dare to provoke birds and beasts rashly, because he was unarmed, and it was not certain who would have the extra meal.

He doesn't look down on anyone a day later, and always feels that he is the peerless power of the future, but he can't even get a little food.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and the surroundings were so quiet that it made people feel a little panicked. A wild beast roared from the mountains and forests in the distance. Cheng Qian listened for a moment, suddenly frowned, and took three steps and two steps on the ground to pick up the puddle that was sleeping in a daze. At the same time, he squeezed the wooden sword in his hand, thinking about where to find a safe place to spend the night.

In just a blink of an eye, the roaring sounds of wild beasts that seemed to be far away were approaching, rising and falling one after another, as if surrounded by enemies, making Cheng Qian's nerves tense.

Cheng Qian did not dare to hesitate anymore, and ran towards the upstream of the river with the puddle. Unfortunately, the weather did not meet his wish. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the dense forest, falling straight to block the way in front of him. The heavy breathing sound became clearer in the darkness, and his green eyes stared at the two tender and tender children with sinister eyes.

Cheng Qian suddenly stopped and took a step back and crossed his sword's chest.

Then there was a rustling sound. In the blink of an eye, several big wolves rushed out from all over the place, surrounding Cheng Qian and the puddles in the middle. Each of these wolves was as big as a foal. Their eyes were staring at him, and their fangs were all straight.

The water puddle curled up in Cheng Qian's arms without saying a word. At this time, she inherited half of her bloodline from the demon queen and did not intimidate the wolves at all. Even if she was an ancient beast, she was just an unweaned little cub at this moment. These big beasts with sharp teeth and sharp mouths were not afraid of her at all.

Cheng Qian was holding the wooden sword expressionlessly around the wolves. He knew that he could not show any timidity in front of these beasts. It was loose for a moment, and it was enough that the big wolf would tear him and his junior sister into rotten strips.

Cheng Qian shook his wrist slightly, and he posed as the starting pose of Fuyao Wood Sword. At the same time, he whispered to the water hole in his arms: "Where are your wings? I'll fly away."

When Shuipeng heard this, his little face turned red, but he didn't know if she was so hungry that she was not angry or because she was frightened by the big wolf, and with a "pop", she only grew a pair of thin wings as big as a palm, and when she flapped, she could probably be used as a bad fan.

Cheng Qian immediately said something bad. Sure enough, when the wolf saw the wings of the puddle, he immediately understood his unpretentious disguise and purpose. He suddenly bent down and roared lowly, as if he was ordered. The moment Cheng Qian leaned down, the muscles on his arm were tense, and then he heard a gust of storm squirting from him. Cheng Qian also spun without roaring, and handed out the third move of Peng Cheng Wanli vertically. The broken wooden sword suddenly drew a sharp arc, accurately avoiding the beast's minions, and stabbed the big wolf hard on the chin.

His swordsmanship has indeed been hard-working. At least in terms of the two moves he has practiced, he is much better than the senior brother who he does not want to understand.

A trace of cunning flashed in the wolf's eyes, and he gave another order. The two big wolves on both sides immediately emerged from both sides, blocking his retreat intentionally or unintentionally.

Cheng Qian was originally tortured by grievance, pain and self-destruction, and was half dead. At this time, he faced the greedy gaze of the wolf, and his anger was finally forced out.

Under impulse, Cheng Qian faced him head-on, but this impulse was just right for the other side's "no fear of everything".

The  technique and sword technique complemented the ragged wooden sword, and the ragged wooden sword made a spike of sharpness. Before he could move forward, his sword hilt suddenly left his hand and suddenly turned into the tide sword that he had been practicing, pressing his elbow against the sword's edge, and knocking into the mouth of a big wolf without flashing.

The unstoppable sword edge collided with the fangs, and Cheng Qian's sleeves were shattered into two pieces, scraping a half-inch-deep wound from his wrist and elbow.

The wolf screamed, and Cheng Qian's not very strong wooden sword broke.

The second big wolf had already arrived at this time and was grabbing the head and neck of the water pit. Cheng Qian quickly changed his hand holding the water pit without even enough. Despite the broken sword, the remaining half also swept across the tip of the big wolf's nose. The tip of the wolf's nose was severely injured and fell backwards, which also knocked Cheng Qian back three or four feet.

The blood in Cheng Qian injured his arm immediately blurred the puddle. The smell of blood stimulated the little girl's face pale. She trembled all over, as if she was afraid of the extreme. Before Cheng Qian could comfort her, he felt that the girl in his hand was heavy. The next moment, the other person had been lifted halfway—the puddle spread her big wings that were sometimes unrestrained at this critical moment.

The sky demon, raising his wings in the wind, did not even cushion, and rushed up and down into the sky. The bulging wind pushed the wolf away.

The head wolf obviously didn't expect that there would be another one. He immediately roared angrily, jumped up, and grabbed Cheng Qian's calves, but unfortunately he could no longer reach it. The head wolf fell to the ground dejectedly and turned around in anger for several rounds.

Cheng Qianju, who had not yet dissipated his murderous intention, came to the ground and faced the eyes of the wolf under the moonlight. The wolf was stunned and froze in place. After a moment, he slightly retracted his front legs, as if he was shivering, and he clamped his tail with a "whimper".

The water puddle took Cheng Qian and did not fly too far. After all, she was young and she had just passed the valley. The two of them fell on the hillside in a dusty manner.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and leaned on half of the wooden sword to get up, and then tore a piece of wooden strip from his clothes, blocking his bleeding arms in a hurry to avoid attracting more wild animals.

He wanted to make a fire, find food, choose a place to stay overnight, and keep the surrounding environment at all times. At this time, the wound on his hand was hurting sharply, and he was covered with a cold dew, and there was a young junior sister who couldn't take care of herself.

Walking in the valley of Forgetful Worship, Cheng Qian found that he had no time to think about the love, hate, and love between his master and some demon cultivators, and he had no time to be lonely and confused.

The most urgent task is that he must go out of this unknown valley and send the head Yin and the junior sister back to the sect together.

On the coast of the East China Sea, after a storm on the sea, the people from Qinglong Island finally arrived late.

Since the master never told his disciple what organization the people on Qinglong Island were, nor did he introduce to his brother who was a powerful person, Yan Zhengming had no way of treating or flattering him.

The storm had not subsided, and he had ordered the Taoist boy to release all the small boats carried by the big ship and go into the sea to catch people.

Li Yun and Han Yuan gathered in the cabin and worked together to flip out all the books that were inseparable from Cheng Qian's luggage. Yan Zhengming was circling in the spot as if he was pulling a donkey, and pointed at him: "Look for the talisman, Han Yuan, don't have to flip through a pile of books. He hasn't untied his bundle yet, so he may have read it, hurry up!"

"Don't urge, don't urge, I seem to see it..." Li Yun raised one hand, "Senior Brother, do you think this is it?"

Yan Zhengming immediately threw the book in his hand aside, put it up and snatched it over, and read it carefully according to the instructions on the tracking talisman in the book: "What a broken thing, is it this one?"

Han Yuan said anxiously: "What are you talking about above?"

"above……"

At this time, a Taoist boy suddenly broke in panting and interrupted him: "Young master, there is a real person looking for you."

"What's the matter of arguing, everyone is busy!" Yan Zhengming waved his hand without raising his head, and then read the notes in the book to Li Yun and Han Yuan. "There is a response between the person who engraved the talisman and the tracking talisman. I carved the things with my own hands. After engraving them, it was like a fart. What's the response?"

When Li Yun heard this, his face changed: "Senior Brother..."

Yan Zhengming: "Don't hesitate, what should I say?"

Li Yun: "Have you ever been there? My tracking talisman might not have been successful at that time."

Yan Zhengming was stunned and said sternly for a while: "But the little copper coins..."

He slapped his forehead in annoyance - it was all Cheng Qian, who held a stinking slap that "although it's not obvious, I'm very reliable" every day, which made him not even believe in a new cub at that time!

Cheng Qian, if the bastard is really reliable, can he disappear now?

At this time, another Taoist boy ran in, holding a tattered ribbon in his hand, and said in shock: "Young Master, he caught this..."

Li Yun's pupils shrank and he snatched them up: "This is what I tied to the waist of my junior sister, and the tracking talisman in the middle is gone!"

Several teenagers stared at each other in the cabin with a big eyes.

Suddenly, a woman interrupted in a rough voice, "Tracking Talisman? What Tracing Talisman?"

When Li Yun turned around, he saw Tang Wanqiu, who was like a chicken, was looking at a ribbon on the boat.

What did she do?

Li Yun was a little surprised and greeted the younger generation: "True Tang."

Yan Zhengming looked at the Taoist boy who was driven out after the first notice. He walked over Li Yun in two steps and conquered the black pot to his Taoist boy in his own way: "Senior, why don't you spread it? Why do you want to do it?"

Tang Wanqiu waved her hand, as if she didn't care much. She pulled out the silk cloth strip from Li Yun's hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "This is not Ling Shi's thing, right?"

At this critical moment, Yan Zhengming had no patience to chat with her? But Tang Wanqiu was a senior, so he had to deal with it. He had to suppress his anxiety between his eyebrows and said, "This is my junior sister. She is still young. I am afraid that she will get lost when I go out, so I hang it on her just in case--I am forgiven. My master doesn't know where to go now, or come in and have a cup of tea first?"

The next sentence he didn't control his mouth, and he felt that it was similar to the one who passed away.

Fortunately, Tang Wanqiu himself was not delicate, as if he was a straight female stick, and he didn't even hear his rudeness at all.

Tang Wanqiu said: "I think you should not look for it. Just because you have carved a few talismans, you have been blown to pieces by two big demons."
To be continued...