"Chang" , Yan Zhengming's sword fell off his hand and fell to the ground. He used the sword cultivator to not even notice that he was hit by his own sword.

At this time, the dusk was drooping, and the person facing him seemed to be transformed by the inner demon, landing into the ground and appearing in the thousand scrolls of the cold night. In an instant, his three souls were dispersed and seven souls were dispersed. With only his eyes, Yan Zhengming forgot everything around him.

Perhaps some people will deceive themselves after knowing that the sect is lost, and fantasize about "there will always be a meeting in the blue and yellow springs", but Yan Zhengming will not. He buried Cheng Qian with his own hands and cut off his last thoughts.

He always felt that he was weak enough to not need to go up any more.

Yan Zhengming couldn't tell whether this was true or just his dream. He just felt that he was going back and started again. Looking at the face engraved in his heart and Han Yuan, which was surrounded by black air not far away... he vaguely returned to the deserted island of the East China Sea, and he had the most unbearable sky to look back on.

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder, not caring about the sharp sword in his hand, and pulled Jiang Ren's chest behind him, like countless midnight dreams, pulling all his regrets.

Cheng Qianxian didn't expect that the Julie, who was in dispute with him, was his senior brother. Before he could get close to the hometown, he was caught off guard and was stunned. At the same time, he hurriedly took back his golden sword to prevent him from being injured by accident. He was dragged by Yan Zhengming for two steps before he stood firm.

In the secret realm of Fuyao Mountain, the disciples who are so close to you are either shocked, confused, struggling, or crying.

After a century of reunion, my classmates reunited, but unexpectedly it was this situation.

Yan Zhengming was in a gap between madness and calmness. He quickly cut off his chaotic thoughts and blocked his chaotic thoughts. He did not look back at Cheng Qian, but only said to Han Yuan, who was facing the right and wrong, "Since he has come, let's stay."

After saying that, he didn't even look at the gap-mouthed sword that fell to the ground. The true energy rushed straight towards Han Yuan like a sharp edge, and condensed into countless sharp swords in the air, covering the sky.

The demon cultivator's figure completely controlled Han Yuan's body, opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black fog. The black fog became a huge ghost-faced sculpture. The ghost-faced sculpture whistled sharply, and suddenly spread its wings, wrapping Han Yuan in it tightly.

The sword edge came, and the eagle probably saw that it could not get a good deal today, and did not know what kind of magic technique he used, so he turned into a mist and dissipated in place, and could not disappear.

Looking again, only a piece of paper man was left on the ground, and the arrow fell there.

Han Yuan... the demon cultivator ran away because he was wrong.

Yan Zhengming stood there in a daze for a moment, as if he could not get the courage to look back. After a while, he took a few deep breaths, and turned around as if he was rusted, looking at Cheng Qian without blinking.

Cheng Qian had never retreated in this life, no matter whether he was living, he had no choice but to meet again after a long time, but the senior brother's eyes suddenly made him feel the urge to escape in panic.

Li Yun looked at this and which one was sleepwalking, and after a while he whispered: "Xiao...Xiao Qian? What's going on?"

Shuikeng held back his tears and said incoherently: "San Senior Brother, I saw your sword in Shuzhong, but when I chased him, you left. I... I thought, if it was really you, I would definitely come back... But I don't know if I had read it wrong, and I dare not tell my senior brothers..."

She lowered her head quickly, her arm was still wrapped around the chains that she had not broken free, wiped her tears with a rumbling sound, and swallowed for a long time before she asked aggrievedly like a little girl: "You...why don't you wait for me..."

Cheng Qian's heart, which had been almost unmoved in the ice pool for decades, was grabbed hard, and time was almost speechless.

Yan Zhengming suddenly raised his hand slowly and held Cheng Qian's face. His tentacles were cold, as if the temperature was lower than that of ordinary people. The frost-blade sword he had been with him all year round seemed to have some senses, making a restless beep, shaking gently. Yan Zhengming's heart was as fluttering as the earth was shaking. He wanted to ask where Cheng Qian had been going over the years, whether the wound on his chest was still there, and how he had come through, and whether he had suffered... Thousands of words were blocked, and his mind was empty.

 but it’s nothing, because compared to the mood, it seems that no matter what sentence you fall into, you feel sloppy.

In the end, they twisted into a plead that turned into a nearly humble and desperate plea in his heart. Yan Zhengming thought: "Will this be true?"

Cheng Qian lowered his eyes slightly, avoided his gaze, and called out softly: "Senior Brother."

"Yeah," Yan Zhengming replied vaguely, "You still..."

He said something he exhaled like a fucking thread, and he said two words. The second half of the sentence was almost pressed into his throat, and only his lips could be tilted: "...You still remember me."

Cheng Qian gently pressed his hand, and suddenly he had a little difficulty in breathing.

Yan Zhengming's eyes were dyed red by dots: "Why haven't you come to us for so many years?"

Cheng Qian didn't say anything.

Yan Zhengming suddenly pulled out his hand, and punched Cheng Qian in his lower abdomen without any hesitation. Cheng Qian did not hide, and immediately groaned, and turned his mouth and smelled like a fishy smell. Before he could swallow it back, his second punch came again, and the blood in his mouth was stuck in his throat. Cheng Qian immediately knelt halfway on the ground and coughed to the death.

The stunned Li Yun then woke up from sleepwalking, rushed over, hugged Yan Zhengming's waist, and dragged him back: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming had basically no difference in attack, and he returned to Li Yun and ate his elbow: "Let go!"

Li Yun yelled in his ear: "Are you crazy?"

Yan Zhengming's voice was hoarse and rusty swords collided, hissing: "I've been crazy for almost a hundred years!"

Cheng Qian's ears were buzzing, but he had no hair.

He was in seclusion in the ice pool for more than 50 years, and Tang Zhen took away his memory again. When his brothers were wandering around, he seemed to be ignorant and ignorant, and his heart was calm. When Cheng Qian thought of this, his anger became cold, sinking into his stomach, and turning into ash full of guilt.

He felt guilty and aggrieved in his heart, and had nowhere to focus on both sides, as if he was about to cry out with the blood between his fingers.

Cheng Qiantu felt that he might never have such deep concern for anyone in his life.

The water hole is big: "Are you enough?"

She suddenly spread her wings, threw down the chain on her body, ran to Cheng Qian, and carefully supported him: "San Senior Brother..."

Even the little ghost who was regarded as auspicious by them was so big in the blink of an eye. In addition to her wings, she also looked familiar. She was completely transformed into a big girl, a little strange.

She suddenly approached, and Cheng Qian couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. He hurriedly hid slightly and waved his hand. When he was unable to speak, he could only have a hint of embarrassment and nostalgia in his eyes.

Yan Zhengming and Li Yun were exhausted and finally calmed down for a while. He stared at Cheng Qian in a daze, closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and walked towards Cheng Qian. In just these two or three steps, the resentment and unwillingness that he had experienced in the years that had been hard and had no one to complain about suddenly disappeared.

It was like a nightmare that had been over the years and finally woke up.

Yan Zhengming took down Cheng Qian's hand covering his mouth, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qian hesitated and nodded.

"It hurts right," Yan Zhengming leaned over and hugged him, put his chin on Cheng Qian's shoulder, and murmured, "Next time I dare to leave home for so long, I will definitely fight you... Cheng Qian, the birth of a mortal will be wasted..."

At this point, he was so calm that he was completely broken. Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian and burst into tears. He seemed to have expressed everyone's joys and sorrows, making others careless about anything else. They all followed him in a hurry, fearing that Fuyao would have another crazy leader after the head of Beiming Jun and the weasel leader.

...That's really too long.

It was midnight when Yan Zhengming finally calmed down. The puddle was lit as usual. The weather was already stuffy and several senior brothers hid far away.

Cheng Qian placed the frost blade on his knees and used the sword body to cool down and breathed in a fixed breath. Yan Zhengming sat silently on the edge of the side and guarded him.

Li Yun poked Yan Zhengming behind in anger and asked: "Master, are you crazy?"

Yan Zhengming reluctantly gave him a look and smiled bitterly with a slight self-deprecating smile: "It seems to be even more serious."

Li Yun "tsk" and asked, "Why is Xiao Qian a little afraid of heat? I haven't experienced this?"

"Hmm?" Yan Zhengming looked a little confused and asked, "Is that true?"

Li Yun said again: "I remember we buried him on a deserted island with our own hands. His breathing and pulse stopped, and you were slowing down again. In the end, the whole person became cold and there was no chance of life. What did you think about this?"

Yan Zhengming responded absent-mindedly: "I don't know."

Li Yun frowned and followed his own thoughts: "Recalling that, there was indeed a little strange at that time. Zhou Hanzheng was so powerful at the beginning, but Xiao Qian showed up. His cultivation seemed to be suddenly suppressed. Do you think it would be related to this? Hey, senior brother, I have an idea, do you think it is possible... When Xiao Qian separated from us, he met someone or got something crucial, which saved his life?"

Li Yun's blind stuttering was a mistake, and he mistook most of the rats. Unfortunately, no one appreciated such wit, because Yan Zhengming didn't even listen to the word "Yan Zhengming" and didn't even react.

Li Yun couldn't bear it anymore: "Senior Brother!"

"Can't you wait for him to wake up and ask yourself?" Yan Zhengming raised his hand impatiently and drove Li Yun away, "How could I know? Are you still going to finish it, go away!"

Li Yun: “…”

He could see that the head's senior brother's mind was now stuck with a third junior brother, and he couldn't even hold anything else, and he didn't even care about the consequences of this matter.

Yan Zhengming no longer paid attention to Li Yun, and found a hairband of snow in his arms. It is said that it was made of silk silk in the northern subway. It is difficult for snow silkworms to survive. A snow silkworm can live for three thousand years. The silk that spits for three thousand years can only weave a half inch of material. The tentacles are cool, and the black market is priceless. Yan Zhengming, the "money-making man", only deducts such strips in private, and he has never been willing to take them out.

He only forced his true energy to his fingertips into thin silk, and carved a puppet talisman on this headband that was hard to buy, like a needle. He was very focused, as if he had only such a thing in his eyes. After finishing the blink of an eye, the hairband went towards Cheng Qian's hair.

Li Yun gasped: "Senior Brother, can you calm down?"

Cheng Qian's eyes frightened the golden silk cicada so much that he dared not open his eyes. The cultivation level must be the soul and even the soul is even given. A master who has reached this level will release his spiritual consciousness when he enters meditation. Even if he is unconscious, nothing can approach his body casually.

Li Yun seemed to have seen a lot of gold shattered in the air, and looked at Master Yan with a sad and angry face - he was now considered to be clear about what the sentence "It's even more serious" just now.

Yan Zhengming: "Shhh, look."

Only the hairband flew lightly to Cheng Qiansheng, picked up his hair that had just been broken by Yan Zhengming, and knotted a knot skillfully, head to end without any obstacles.

This means that Cheng Qian has no precautions when he meditates and enters meditation.

Li Yun looked a few times, and finally sighed softly: "The sea has turned into mulberry fields, why does he look like he hasn't changed?"

Yan Zhengming smiled, and seemed to squint his eyes a little sleepy, lowering his eyes: "I really want to open Fuyao Mountain and go home."

Li Yun said seriously: "Senior Brother, don't be impulsive again. Are you sure it's the time? Those people are staring at it."

Yan Zhengming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a sarcastic smile: "The clowns jumping and jumping, if you dare to come, I will let them go without a reply... I'm not because of this."

Li Yun never heard him say it, and thought he knew the reason tacitly. At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder: "What is that?"

"Because I can't open it." Yan Zhengming said with a plain expression.

Li Yun suddenly turned over and sat up: "What?"

"You are cautious, and you are shocked," Yan Zhengming frowned in dissatisfaction, and then continued, "The mountain sealing order in the head of the sect is a triple lock, 'Heaven, Earth, People', and 'Hones-shaped lock' are here. The lock left by the master when he closed the mountain was the true essence of the five of us. I thought Xiao Qian at that time... so I didn't even look at the locks of 'Heaven' and 'Earth' carefully."

Li Yun: “…”

No wonder the eldest brother's face looks so ugly after entering the head and sealing it!

Li Yun lowered his voice: "Why don't you say that?"

"What's the use of saying it?" Yan Zhengming yawned, "I'm looking for a way to bypass the Fengshan Order. The head seal also has a spiritual sense. Although I don't know the depth, I can feel its existence over the years. I originally thought that if my cultivation level was strong enough to suppress the spiritual sense in the head seal, I might be able to forcefully open the Fengshan Order."

Li Yun asked in fear: "How strong is that?"

Yan Zhengming closed his eyes slightly and said vaguely: "The spiritual consciousness in the head of the seal is a superposition of the spiritual consciousness of the head of my sect for all generations. What do you think?"

Li Yun: “…”

Yan Zhengming lowered his head: "So it's useless to tell you, the road is still long..."

His voice became lower and lower, and at the end, Li Yunmu: "I think this road is not long, it's impossible to walk at all!"

Yan Zhengming didn't say anything. Li Yun sighed exhaustedly, laying back on his back, comforting himself: "After finally Xiao Qian is back, Xiao Yuan... Alas, although it is a little difficult, there is no way out. There is still hope, right?"

No one answered - Cheng Qian quietly entered into meditation, and the water puddle was curled up next to the fire and fell asleep. She was born with a fire, and she was not afraid of burning when her hair fell in. The tiny flames were beating like a carnival on her black hair.

In the midsummer night, cicadas rise everywhere, and it becomes more and more peaceful. Only the night sky holds the Milky Way like a training, holds up thousands of lights, and it is bright and bright.

Cold comes and goes, withering, flourishing and brightness disappears.

Li Yun turned around again, but Yan Zhengming fell asleep by tilting his head and leaning against him. He was injured by great sorrow and joy. He returned to the inner palace. His eyebrows were covered with fatigue that had not been around for many years, but the haze was no longer there.

There is always hope.
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