Cheng Qian said that he was not interested in anything. He had never been interested in such boring things as competing with others because there was no need.

As he grew older, his lofty and self-proclaimed heart became more and more determined by his self-doubt. In Cheng Qian's eyes, there are only two peers in this world, one is not as good as him, and the other is not as good as him in the future.

Cheng Qian's back began to hurt so much that he didn't want to stay. He simply explained: "I'll leave first if it's okay."

"Slow down, your business is not over, I'll stand," Yan Zhengming said, then he turned to Han Yuan, "You have finished all the thirty wooden sticks of talismans every day?"

Han Yuan: “…”

Yan Zhengming looked like a long eyebrows on one side: "What does that big and small people have to do with you? Don't go!"

Han Yuan stuck out his tongue in shame and immediately did not dare to say anything.

Their head has become different from the past - he has gone from a stinky and beautiful chili pepper like a playful little one to a stinky and beautiful chili pepper with great power.

Five years ago, Yan Zhengsen, who was humiliated on the high platform of the scripture hall, almost dispelled the opposition and made a decision that everyone could not understand. He insisted on preaching the Fuyao School by reciting scriptures and practicing Qi with the tradition of carving talismans and mantras. Even if they had to start practicing true energy with everyone, they would have to spend extra time completing these two homeworks.

In response, Yan Zhengming said his reason half-deprecatingly: "I grew up so old that there was nothing in my body that I could use to praise except for the face of my father and mother. What qualifications are there to trade to change the thousand-year inheritance of my school? The sect's author said that even if the tradition of the school is unreasonable, then it was left by Master."

The last sentence touched Cheng Qian, which led to the only person who would challenge the leader to turn against him.

Li Yun has never had a point of view but no position, and he was convinced as soon as he said it. As for Han Yuan, he had no point of view, so this matter was decided.

And five years have proved that Yan Zhengming, a decision that seemed a bit ridiculous at first glance, was right.

After urging the energy into the body, the condensation of the true energy is not smooth. Stepping into the immortal gate with one foot, it will be a bottleneck every three years. Every time it is like experiencing a small disaster. If you are not careful, you will have no progress in your cultivation within a few years, and you will be devilish.

Mortals who embark on the long road of cultivation will have to experience the great waves and wash the sand over and over again.

But Mu Chun never urged his disciples to condense their true energy. If he did not fall unexpectedly, he would probably have the boring talismans and scriptures of the disciples in the Taoist temple on Fuyao Mountain. They would last for many years day after day. This process was long and boring, and there was no see any fruit. With the effort of day after day, the meridians would significantly broaden the strength of the repeated erosion.

The so-called "sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood."

In this way, when the true nature begins to condense the true essence like others, not to mention a thousand miles a day, at least we will enter the country much faster than others, and even the bottleneck will come much smoother.

Unfortunately, there are people in the world who are willing to sharpen this knife for many years?

After Han Yuan was trained, Yan Zhengming waved his hand and signaled him to follow, and then took the lead and went out first.

As soon as he came out of the puddle squatting in the middle of the yard, he immediately seemed to have been looking forward to the savior, looking at Yan Zhengming with his eyes, as if he had been in the cage for a long time.

Every time Yan Zhengming looked at her, he felt that the self from many years ago had a wave of internal injuries that "no child will not know the kindness of parents" out of thin air. He bent his fingers and popped out a force, hitting the talisman at the foot of the puddle without bias, tearing a hole in the seamless circle of talismans, and the true energy inside was immediately discharged, and a small whirlwind blew up on the spot.

The water pit was liberated, and he sat on the ground, and he didn't know where to learn the wild tunes he learned when he was fucking. He shook his head and howled, "My mother, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Yan Zhengming paused, and the water puddle was not good. He jumped up from the ground, rubbed his face with his dirty hands that had just finished patting his butt, and said in a vague manner: "Hehe, thank you, senior brother."

What she did made Yan Zhengming's eyes twitch. Finally, he couldn't bear it and shook his sleeves and left. While walking, he said to Cheng Qian: "She will dare to be as long as Tang Wanqiu in the future. I will drive her out of the sect no matter what I say."

"No," Cheng Qian comforted, "After all, the daughter of the demon queen, I heard that the products of cuckolds are not too ugly."

Zhang Sect Yan: “…”

He didn't feel any better.

Yan Zhengming walked to push open his door, raised his chin to Cheng Qian with a cold face, and signaled him to enter the room. Cheng Qian was rubbing hard for a while. Although after Xiao Yue'er left, the smell of incense in Yan Zhengming's house had become much lighter, when he pushed the door, Cheng Qian sneezed as usual.

He rubbed his nose with a spell on the table, rubbing his nose with an ever-open flower branch, and admired the elegance of his senior brother who was deeply rooted in his bones for a while. He sighed secretly and felt that he might not be able to get through it.

Ochre stood up and said, "President."

"You have nothing to do, go." Yan Zhengming said, "After the lecture hall is over tomorrow, I will ask Xueqing to come to my place and ask him to do something."

Zhe responded and went out. Yan Zhengming brought the door with his hands, hugged his arms in front of his chest, leaned against the door, and said to Cheng Qian: "Take off his clothes."

Cheng Qian: "…"

"Hurry up," Yan Zhengming said expressionlessly, "Are you waiting for me to dig?"

Cheng Qian: "I didn't..."

Yan Zhengming, who did not eat the punishment, immediately kept his promise and took a step forward, intending to "on-site method" him.

Cheng Qian was determined to pursue the matter, so he had to unwillingly untied his clothes and deliberately disgusted Yan Zhengming and said, "Senior Brother, I haven't taken a shower for three days, aren't you afraid of tainting your eyes?"

Yan Zhengming didn't say anything. He reached out and pulled Cheng Qian down the robe that was hanging on his body. At first glance, the bruise on Cheng Qian's back that was almost pulled from his left shoulder to his right waist was so purple that it was black. The cracked blood vessels around him spread like a spider web, which seemed shocking on the young man's pale spine.

In addition, Cheng Qian's body has many deep and shallow scars, some of which are darker in color, while others are almost shallow. Although the induction of qi into the body does not mean that they can fast and transcend, after entering the air valve, they cut off their bones and wash the marrow. The body is not as easy to get dirt like ordinary people, and the wound will hardly leave scars unless they have time to do it.

Yan Zhengming looked at it only once and immediately looked away unbearably. His chest seemed to be severely heavy, and his heartache was almost pulled, and even his back hurt.

He felt anger at Cheng Qian for no reason, and his chest was violently fluctuating and several times before he could barely suppress it.

"Go to lie on the bed," Yan Zhengming said, enduring for a while, unable to hold back, and added hatred, "If you want to be two years younger, I will definitely beat you up so hard that you don't even recognize the master, you are a bastard."

Cheng Qian tried to turn his neck a few times, but he couldn't twist it. He had to lie down as he said, asking his senior brother to apply medicine. At the same time, he found a reason to say, "Is it bruised? It's all large and large, but it's nothing...ah!"

"Nothing?" Yan Zhengming's voice became cold.

Cheng Qian didn't dare to provoke him, so he buried his face in the quilt and focused on enduring the pain.

The Demon Subduing Pestle Tian is carrying the evil spirit of Tiangang, otherwise the Demon Subduing Pestle can not exert one of the tenth power, and that thing can smash Cheng Qian's internal organs through his back.

Yan Zhengming's swearing words had already flowed to his mouth, but when he came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything. After so much, Yan Zhengming's heart and lungs that had been missing for more than ten years finally came back later.

How did Cheng Qian’s wounds come from? Yan Zhengming, who is now gathering all his internal organs, knows it.

Looking back, the temporary hatred and anger were not enough to support him through so many years. Yan Zhengming had to admit that his youngest junior brother forced him to get to this point.

Cheng Qian never blamed him as his senior brother for his responsibility. His attitude ended in one go - if you can do it, you can go, if you can't do it, I will be crushed to pieces and even if you can.

Every wound on Cheng Qian's body was slapped in the face for Yan Zhengming, and he was slapped in the face for a while and did not dare to stop.

In the most difficult time, Yan Zhengming had been unable to see him all night long, and he was the junior brother in his nightmare.

Yan Zhengming's quilt was filled with a calm fragrance, which was warm and could penetrate all limbs. Cheng Qian had been waiting for the opportunity these days, so he was so tired that he lay on the ground and didn't want to move for a while.

After Yan Zhengming finished the medicine, he looked at the boy's waistline becoming thinner and thinner. He couldn't help but think: "The head seal is hung on my neck. Even if I don't have me, there is Li Yun - even Han Yuan is older than you, you are like a water pit, and you don't think about anything every day and know nothing, right? Why do you show off like this in everything? You put your senior brothers on the ground?"

But he could say these words to Renren, but he could not say them to Cheng Qian's face that seemed a little tired because of relaxation.

Because of the years of dependence on each other, Yan Zhengming even said "thank you" to him, let alone such a long speech.

His mood fluctuated several times, and finally, Yan Zhengming only told him hard: "Zhou Han is back, but he won't stay for a long time. No matter what, you should hold back and keep it a little less. Do you hear it?"

Cheng Qian responded drowsyly, obviously in the wind beside his ears.

Yan Zhengming looked down and found that the little bastard's eyes closed. Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a circle of light blue and black at the moment. Even the childishness that had not been able to fade was covered by the fatigue.

Yan Zhengming sighed, put away the wound medicine, and without making a sound, he gently spread Cheng Qian's hair bun, pulled up his clothes, and then pulled over a thin quilt and covered him with him, and stood aside and meditated.

But after sitting for a while, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help it. He felt that he could not enter into meditation without understanding this key question. He decisively pointed out Cheng Qianyi: "Hey, you really haven't taken a shower for three days?"

Cheng Qian, who was murderous intent on the back of his head.

Now, Yan Zhengming has long stopped being restless as he was back then. It is common for meditation to replace sleep by using meditation to substitute for sleep. But before dawn this day, he suddenly felt upset and opened his eyes in the middle.

The night was still dark, and Cheng Qian had no idea when he left. - From Yan Zhengming to know Cheng Qian, he had never slept until dawn, and there was still warmth in the quilt.

Yan Zhengming sat quietly for a moment, focused and thought carefully, but did not realize that there was any bottleneck, but he could not calm down... It was as if something was about to happen.

He waved his hand and turned on the light, paced back and forth several times in the room, and took out three copper coins from under the lampshade.

Yan Zhengming did not understand the way of divination. Master had done this before, but whenever he asked, his master refused to teach him, and said, "The first person to know the Tao is the beginning of the brilliance of the Tao and the foolishness. This is the left and right side of the Tao, so there is no need to know it in detail."

Is there something big going on Qinglong Island?

Three copper coins flew up and down his dexterous fingertips. Yan Zhengming played for a while, empty his thoughts, and then sat down and began to recite the Sutra of Silence.

As for Zhou Han, a star of destruction, there will be no good things when he comes back.

Han Yuan's news was very resistant to the test. The next day, the news of the Great Competition was announced in the lecture hall. The left guardian with the head and tail of the dragon in the lecture hall and the right guardian with the eternal debt collection face were rarely received. It was announced that all those who induced qi to participate. Those who do not want to fight with others can take the initiative to abstain from the surrender, otherwise they will have to go on stage. The winner can go to the inner hall to read classics without having to worship the Lord of Qinglong Island and listen to the disciples of the inner hall to preach and teach.

The rules were endlessly spoken, while Cheng Qian was holding a wooden sign as big as a palm, without raising his head below.

Yan Zhengming glanced at him and Han Yuan next to him explained: "That's called the 'puppet talisman'. It can be used to block a disaster for others. One of the seven talismans in the talisman is one of the seven talismans in the talisman, with a total of 108 swords. The knives are connected, and no stroke can be broken, and no sword can be wrong... You see, this is a bit off."

Cheng Qian's knife tip was suddenly relieved, and the spiritual energy suddenly burst out. Han Yuan, who was sitting next to him, felt a cold and wet breath coming to his face, and then it scattered in the air. He widened his eyes in amazement.

Yan Zhengming leaned lazily to the side, patted Cheng Qian on the shoulder, and sighed: "It's only six or seven years since the qi was drawn into the body, and he dared to touch the seven major talismans - you are so forced to be too much copper coins."

Cheng Qian put the abandoned wooden sign and carving knife aside and sat down to regulate his breathing.

Yan Zhengming then said to Han Yuan: "The knife was wrong. Sometimes it was because it was not skilled, and sometimes because it was not strong... Your third senior brother didn't have the strength right now, a little copper coin, why did you think of engraving this?"

Cheng Qian said perfunctorily: "Just give it a try."

Soon, Yan Zhengming knew why he tried it.

When everyone was discussing the Qinglong Island Competition with great enthusiasm, Yan Zhengming sent Xueqing to the Qinglong Island Ferry.

"Try to go as soon as possible," Yan Zhengming said, "Go back to Fuyao Mountain first, go home to see if there is any short-term purpose on the mountain, just take it from my case."

Xue Qing now looks like a young man, becoming more steady, and he knocks down one by one, nodding and nodding.

"Okay, go..."

"Brother Xueqing wait!"

While speaking, a pegasus soared into the air. Without stopping, Cheng Qian jumped down from above. His description seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't know what the sea breeze was like, but when he landed on the ground, he was a little panting.

Xueqing is usually warm and moist, and doesn't like to speak. She took care of Cheng Qian when she was a child but was very careful and thoughtful. Compared to Yan Zhengming, a brand-name senior brother who is often not very awesome, Xueqing is more like a reliable brother. The two have always had a good relationship.

Xue Qing looked at him and smiled and said, "I will go back soon. Uncle Third Master, please take care of yourself."
To be continued...