Yan Zhengming felt that the bones around him seemed to have been broken. For a moment, his five senses and six senses failed. He could only see Zhou Han's condescending gaze, as if in his eyes he was just an ant that was not worth mentioning in the dust.

Several people ran away, maybe they were junior brothers or their own Taoist children. They tried to help him up, but Yan Zhengming had no strength on his legs and was not at all tired.

Yan Zhengming didn't know if he was dizzy at that time. He felt a little dazed. In the trance, he seemed to hear the voice of his master: "Zhengming, you are from wealth and wealth, you don't know the suffering of others, and you don't know what adversity is. People in practice say that it is not a blessing. Today, Master will give you the word "thinking" as a precept."

It was eight years... No, almost nine years ago, he had just joined the Fuyao Sect and received the precepts for the first time in Buzhitang.

Yan Zhengming was lazy to study and practice martial arts a little while, so he didn't understand it at that time, and said, "What does it mean, Master, what did I think about?"

True Man Mu Chun said: "Jade is a stone. At first, there is no difference between the stubborn stones on the road. Over time, it may be condensed by fire or tempered. It is hidden under the mountain and no one can recognize it. It also needs to grind the stone skin, ponder it all, and even a knife and axe to become a weapon. Contest, you are the great disciple of my Fuyao Sect. When you encounter adversity in the future, you should use a knife and a jade with your body and mind."

Yes, he was still at that time, what was the "master disciple"?

The master’s answer was: “The beginning of the bloodline inheritance is the beginning. You are the first person to be an unprecedented person in Fuyao Sect and no one to come.”

A smell of fishy smell hit his eyebrows. Yan Zhengming pushed away the hand that was blocking his face in front of him and vomited a mouthful of blood. He didn't want to know what kind of bear he was now. He felt the scorching pain on his head and face half a beat. He reached out and touched him and touched the blood stains mixed with sand and dust on his face and forehead. His white clothes had already rubbed like a mud monkey, and the belt on one side was scattered, and the tail was covered with mud.

Yan Zhengming heard Zhou Hanzheng's voice coming from a distance: "You have started from Qinglong Island and may be able to form your own sect in the future. I have to advise you. Just when you are in the process of rituals, you can really make a name for yourself."

Yan Zhengming's arms, which were holding the ground, kept trembling. His anger and shame collided with each other, like water and soil mixed into a swamp, trapping him in it, spitting out a deeper sorrow than hatred and self-blame.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you? Say something about it, Senior Brother!" Li Yun shook his shoulders vigorously.

Yan Zhengming's eyes finally gradually became focal. He looked at Li Yun, Cheng Qian, Han Yuan in a silence, and thought to himself: "Master is wrong, what kind of jade am I? I don't even count as a stubborn stone, just a pool of mud that can't be supported on the wall."

The master must be confused, otherwise how could he pass the seal of the leader to him?

Yan Zhengming felt that the word "Fuyao" was like two mountains, pressing on his shoulders, and his body was exhausted, and there was no one that could hold the backbone of these two mountains.

"I..." He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his mouth seemed to be blocked by the bitterness, and a complete sentence failed to form.

And at this moment, Cheng Qian opened his mouth.

Cheng Qian said: "When will we go back?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several people were stunned.

Yan Zhengming might want to escape at the last minute, but Han Yuan and Li Yun might not have insisted on it. Everyone could say this, but it shouldn't come out of Cheng Qian's mouth.

These three junior brothers are all aliens from Fuyao Mountain. Their concentration in cultivation is obvious to all. If you open a door to a sutra building for him, he can be sent by you. How could you personally ask to leave?

Han Yuan whispered: "Senior Brother, what did you say? Where did you go?"

"Go back to Fuyao Mountain," Cheng Qian said calmly, "Help the elder brother go back first. Apart from the books in the Jinglou, I don't have the Easter I want to take. I can run errands to call the boat later, and give me the money first."

Cheng Qian said, without any hesitation, got up and turned to Yan Zhengming's other side, and helped him up left and right with Li Yun, and walked out of the crowd first.

"Wait, Xiao Qian, listen to me!" Li Yun lowered his voice, "He is preaching and he can say that he is very good at practicing skills. Do you not listen to it?"

"No, you guys listen first," Cheng Qian said with no expression on his face, "I'm leaving, it's not rare."

Of course, Han Yuan and Li Yun could not stay by themselves. At this time, the lecture hall had only started to take less than a stick of incense. After all, their departure was very eye-catching. For a moment, even Zhou Hanzheng's eyes were betting on them. Li Yun had no choice but to turn around quickly and rush to Zhou Hanzheng on the high platform and said: "The left guardian is forgiving, our senior brother in charge is a little uncomfortable..."

Zhou Han swayed the fan frivolously, and smiled at Li Yun with a sarcastic look on his face and said, "Oh, let your senior brother, take care of him."

After saying that, Zhou Hanzheng's eyes turned and fell on Cheng Qian who was on his back. He dragged the long voice and said gently: "I'm a kid... Well, I'm a kid who hits a wooden sword in the face. Although you are ordinary, your swordsmanship is a little interesting. If you want to go further, you might as well try it under my school entrance exam. Maybe you can find a place to learn swords seriously."

Cheng Qian seemed to have not heard it, his steps were not chaotic, and he walked out without looking back.

Han Yuan looked at Cheng Qian's ugly face at a loss. I wonder if he really didn't hear it or what happened. He whispered: "Senior Brother, I'm the surname Zhou..."

Cheng Qian(R) squeezed out the first swear words in his life: "Don't let it go."

Han Yuan had no choice but to shut up silently and follow his three senior brothers tightly.

People on half of the hillside were looking at them, with their eyes sarcastic or mocking, as if they were looking at a group of shameless stray dogs.

The young man is not afraid of heaven or earth. The most feared thing is that others look down upon. On this point, not to mention Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming, Li Yun and even Han Yuan are the same.

Li Yun suddenly turned his head and rudely wiped away most of the tears that had turned from his eyes.

Just as they were about to leave the hillside of the lecture hall, a loud shout suddenly came from behind: "Stop!"

Then a figure fell down together, blocking in front of several people impartially. It was the poor Taoist nun Tang Wanqiu who was like a hammer.

Her battle with the big devil Jiang Peng in the East China Sea benefited Cheng Qian a lot. Cheng Qian even thought that if they live on Qinglong Island in the future, he would definitely find a chance to visit this Tang Zhenren who is self-righteous, but he didn't expect that Qinglong Island was not easy to live in.

At this time, he was full of anger, and Tang Wanqiu had no good feelings. Seeing her blocking the way, Cheng Qian turned around and untied Yan Zhengming's sword with his waist and held it in his hand, and stretched his chest and abdomen. He said bluntly: "What advice does Tang Zhenren have?"

Tang Wanqiu said firmly: "Is the lecture hall a vegetable market? Come on and leave whenever you say it?"

Li Yun, who was on the other side, barely suppressed his anger, clenched his fist on his side, and hugged his tongue hard for a while, then he said in a calmer tone: "We have reported to the guardian Zhou Zuo and send the senior brother to the sect..."

Tang Wanqiu interrupted him and said, "Can you just throw him into pieces just now? You guys need to carry him alone? I won't I call you an eight-carrying sedan for you?"

Li Yun: "We..."

Cheng Qian suddenly took a step forward. He was so brave at this time. Under Li Yun's frightened gaze, Tang Wanqiu said without hesitation: "Get out of here!"

Tang Wanqiu's eyes swept away Yan Zhengming, fell on Cheng Qian, and sneered: "I'm so angry... Oh, I understand, are you planning to escape from the island? A bunch of waste."

Cheng Qian's fingers holding the sword slowly moved up a few inches.

Tang Wanqiu seemed to have no idea what it means to stop at the right time, but he still said unyieldingly: "What, isn't what I said true? Could it be that you also have shame and feel humiliated?"

Cheng Qian bluntly drew Yan Zhengming's sword and threw the priceless sword sheath on the ground without hesitation. He ignored the exclamations of the brothers behind him and cut them with one sword regardless of the consequences.

Cheng Qian has been practicing sword for five hours a day for five hours a day, not to mention a thousand miles a day, at least he can integrate his sense of energy into his sword moves. However, usually he is a wooden sword, and his power is always limited. This day, he touched the real sword for the first time, and even used the "Young You" in "The Pangcheng Wanli" to exude a murderous intent without leaving any trace.

Tang Wanqiu: "Good come!"

She didn't even pull out the sword, and sheathed directly. Before the sword edge arrived, two sword energy that was immediately judged had already collided with each other. Cheng Qian's wrist suddenly became numb, and a small wound was cracked at the tiger's mouth. Not only did he not abandon the sword, he turned to meet him directly.

This is a change in the search for the upper and lower levels, "repeatedly".

The sound of gold and stone rose again. Tang Wanqiu flipped his wrist and the scabbard flipped in the air, suppressing Cheng Qian's sword move that he didn't know how to advance and retreat. The power of the right guardian of the scripture hall directly suppressed Cheng Qian and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Li Yun: "Stop! Xiao Qian - Senior Brother, let Xiao Qian stop!"

There was no trace of blood on Yan Zhengming's lips. His thoughts seemed to be able to travel thousands of miles. A voice shouted in his heart wildly: "You let a child stand up for you! What do you have with the head seal? What do you have to live?"

But his body seemed to be frozen and could not move at all.

All wealth and honor are like clouds, without a trace, and the appearance of gold and jade is stripped off. Yan Zhengming felt that his vital points of his chest and abdomen were cut open without any hesitation, revealing his shady under the bright world.

Tang Wanqiu smiled instead of anger: "What, you still want to ask me, your adults didn't teach you how to write the four words "overestimate yourself"?"

Cheng Qian's hair was soaked with cold sweat. He suddenly roared in depression and turned the sword in his hand to an angle with difficulty. The young man's still fine bone "rat", and he didn't seem to know the pain. The iron sword went against the road and pointed at Tang Wanqiu.

The third form of Fuyao Wood Sword, which is contrary to your wishes, is called "All-to-all-bet".

Tang Wanqiu frowned fiercely, and the sharp sword tip was blown out of the sheath. The sharp sword light flashed, and the rabbit rose and falcon fell, and Cheng Qian had already fallen two feet away.

She snorted coldly and returned the sword to the sheath: "You just practice swords without distractions. At least you have to practice for a hundred or eight years before you can be my hand, but I don't think it's been a day. You are afraid of it before you even get on the road..."

"I'm not afraid of you, Tang Wanqiu." Cheng Qian supported the ground with the tip of his sword, desperately trying to stand up again, tilted his head and wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice.

When he recognized himself alone, he felt that he could come and go from heaven to earth.

A person who reaches the top is also a person, and a person who falls into the abyss is also a person. Even if the head on his neck is lost, isn’t it just a scar the size of a bowl? What’s there to be afraid of?

However, he had a lot of weaknesses without realizing it. Any knocking on him would make him feel in pain, forcing him to give in against his will.

Cheng Qian stared at the person blocking him fiercely, gritted his teeth and whispered: "I'm not afraid of you...I'm not afraid of anyone."

He tried to stand up several times, but then fell back several times. The young man's slightly slender body, when he grew up, kept trembling under his wide robe, but without a trace of rustle.

Yan Zhengming's gaze was shaking so hard that Yan Zhengming's eyes blurred.

He suddenly roared, broke away from Li Yun's hand, stepped forward and picked up Cheng Qian.

"Are you a mud?" Yan Zhengming seemed to have a knife in his chest, poking him hard over and over again, and said, "Do you want Fuyao Sect to become a mud sect that shrinks his head in the deep mountains? Do you want your ancestors to be ashamed in the nine springs and above the nine heavens? Do you want your master to survive in the body and pass on his bloodline? "

Who is he the "first person who has never been to come before"?

Yan Zhengming took a few breaths in his chest, his eyes were covered in blood. He suddenly turned his head and looked back at Tang Wanqiu without any retreat, and said word by word: "We didn't say we were leaving, even if we were leaving, it was not the present."

Tang Wanqiu was like a stubborn stone, without any touch.

Yan Zhengming helped Cheng Qian up with some difficulty and walked out from Tang Wanqiu.

Li Yun and Han Yuan hurriedly followed. This time, Tang Wanqiu did not stop her. She poked her place like a tree stump for a while. After they walked away, they closed their messy long hair without showing any expression, and had to be sloppy.

A Taoist boy who was inspecting the lecture hall saw her from afar and hurriedly came to greet him and said, "When Tang Zhenren comes, why didn't Tang Zhenren come in? Is Zhou Zhenren opening the lecture hall?"

Tang Wanqiu didn't raise his head and mumbled him with words: "One of my great shame is to be with this person, oh."

After saying that, she turned around and left like a crab.

The road from the hillside of the lecture hall to the guest room seemed to never go long. Tang Wanqiu still stayed at his subordinates after all. Cheng Qian was not injured except for his own shattered hands. He slowly got up in one breath, but he still walked silently.

Finally, when he was about to reach the gate of the yard, Li Yun couldn't help but speak, "Senior Brother, what should we do in the future?"

Yan Zhengming had no idea and felt that the road ahead was long and there was no end, but he didn't want his junior brothers to see that he was at a loss, so he tried hard to squeeze out a statement that was different from usual, and seemed to say casually: "Who knows, take one step at a time."

Han Yuan was even more implicit and said bluntly: "Brother, when will we not be bullied by anyone?"

Yan Zhengming couldn't answer this question, so he had to slap Han Yuan on the back of the head silently and return with a heavy heart.

Some people may be used to being overwhelmed with the heavy hearts, and even a little bit of chicken feathers have to hang a day and half a month in their hearts. Yan Zhengming unfortunately happened to be a person with a broad mind. He would go into the house and leave a road boy and maid, trying to live in peace with his rarely chaotic mood.

However, he failed. Until the sun was in a slump, he was still in a panic.

He knew that he should get up immediately and go to the backyard to practice swords, or pick up his carving knife immediately, or he should be impatient to meditate and accumulate true energy, but no one... he couldn't calm down and do it.
To be continued...