Yan Zhengming had a lot of thoughts in his chest, but he didn't know how to think about it. He finally sighed, fell back onto the bed, staring blankly at his bed curtain, and thoughtfully thought about a way out for the sect. Unfortunately, his short-term human beings were paying attention to the appearance. Even if he was hollowed out, he could not find any real material.

He sighed, the depression had nowhere to vent, and he wished he could scream and make a fuss.

At this moment, the door of the house suddenly creaked and was pushed open.

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath and said with a little impatiently: "Zhe, didn't you say I've already fall asleep?"

"It's me."

Yan Zhengming was stunned, and half of his body was supported on the bed, and he looked at him: "Copper Coin, why are you here?"

Cheng Qian was carrying a small medicine bottle in his hand, which was probably to treat bruises and injuries. After he added an hour to practice swords every day, this kind of less obvious medicine smell often floated on his body.

"Come and see your fall." Cheng Qian said simply.

Yan Zhengming fell silent for a moment and let his thick hands and feet torture the bruises on his body again.

When Cheng Qian packed up his hands and took a handkerchief and was about to leave, Yan Zhengming suddenly called him: "Xiao Qian, do you have nothing to say to me?"

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "When you fell off the platform today, you called 'Master'..."

He said, as if he didn't know how to comfort him, he wandered in place for a moment, and finally patted Yan Zhengming on his shoulder tentatively.

He found that he still had no words when he said good things. Cheng Qian was a little frustrated and sighed softly.

Yan Zhengming: "I'm not talking about this."

Cheng Qian glanced at him in confusion: "...what else?"

For example, where should the sect go in the future? For example, when will you be more successful in your career?

At this moment, Yan Zhengming discovered the difference between Cheng Qian and others - he didn't think of what decisions the leader of the sect had, and he didn't expect anyone to be more powerful, so that he would not have to suffer on Qinglong Island. When he was bullied, he would increase his sword practice by himself. No matter whether the sky collapses or the ground collapses, he only had a clear and clear path in his eyes.

"Master has demonstrated the whole set of Fuyao Wooden Swords to you?" Yan Zhengming suddenly changed the subject.

Cheng Qian nodded: "It's just that I haven't mastered the last three moves yet."
Chapter completed!