"That part in the yard? You read it right?" Cheng Qian asked with a little confusion.

Several people came from the Suzaku Tower and still settled in the restaurant in the border town of the southern border. Yan Zhengming picked and chose the causes and consequences of his observation in the head of the sect. He said - pinched the tail and hid all kinds of ambiguity that should not be mentioned.

"At that time, I was placing it on it and copying scriptures when I was hot, and I didn't see any difference," Cheng Qian shook, "Isn't it just a flat stone? I thought it was at most a bigger piece of jade."

Shuikeng asked curiously: "The stone in the world that really makes people want to achieve everything they want? Third Senior Brother, what do you want to do when you copy the scriptures while placing it? "

Cheng Qian: "…"

At that time, he only suspected that the stone might be worth a little money. He thought about how to make the Fuyao faction so poor that he couldn't get rid of the blame, so he carried this thing down the mountain and found someone to carve something to sell it.

...It seems that it has not been realized.

Cheng Qian finally maintained the silence on his face and said calmly: "When copying scriptures, of course, you must get rid of distracting thoughts. What can you think?"

Shuikeng suddenly felt very impressed when she heard this, and she could never be able to be free from distractions.

Li Yun said, "Your third senior brother was only ten years old at that time. You can practice your sword and practice your words well. You can draw your energy into your body as soon as possible, so that Han Yuan will not bother him when he is digging the bird eggs. Get away from the Xianglu Senior Brother... Uh, the senior brother of the head doesn't mean that."

Under Yan Zhengming's eyes, Li Yun laughed dryly and said, "That strange stone has been this unique piece since the prehistoric world. It will definitely not care about these messy trivial matters. The so-called "things come true" must be something that cannot be obtained and cannot be achieved by manpower."

"Show you can," Yan Zhengming stopped him, "You tell me what the 'Three Secret Realms'?"

"You've really heard of this." Li Yun leaned on the back of the chair, raised his chin slightly, and said proudly, "The world's three thousand secret realms and six thousand small secret realms are mostly unknown except for the occasional discovery of people. The "Three Secret Realms" was first recorded in "The Demonic Way"..."

"The Demonic Way?" Cheng Qian was stunned. "The article engraved on the bottom of the building is full of walls. I read it when I was a child, but I never talked about any secret realm."

"After listening to the previous words, the contents of the martial arts and other things recorded in "The Demonic Way" are very boring, but in the end, a volume called "Anecdotes", you must have never read it," Li Yun shook his head and said, "That 'Anecdotes' is really meaningful, telling many stories about the great demons, such as revenge, hatred, and being lured by others... The messy little stories are written quite ups and downs."

Cheng Qian had no idea what he was so proud of.

Li Yun said: "There is a record of the "Three Secret Realms". According to legend, this secret realm is exposed once every three thousand years, and the path is nowhere to be found. Each time, it is only opened to the people who are destined to be loyal. Even if the secret realm of the entry is nine deaths, it gives them great opportunities. This "Three Secret Realms" is very special. It makes the "Three Secret Realms" crazy. It is said that a mirror in this secret realm can make people see the consequences of the people or things they care about most."

Waterhole: "The end?"

These two words are not a good word, but it sounds quite a bit like a bad ending.

Li Yun pointed out: "Well, for example, if you dig out your mind and keep your mind alive, you will look in the mirror, and you will look old and blow the lamp and pull out the wax. What you want the most is, but you will see with your own eyes that things are contrary to your wishes. Just think about it and you will know what it feels like. If you say this, you can't be indifferent. If you really go in and walk around by yourself, no one can stay indifferent."

Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "The '能后's fate' that is picked up by this secret realm is simply a problem, right?"

He had almost sorted out the causes and consequences in his mind - Master Tong Ru somehow mistakenly entered the three secret realms. Listening to the sound, he would inevitably see the result of the bloodline of Fuyao Sect being cut off. Later, he hurried to find Xu Yingzhi, the owner of the Suzaku Tower. Xu Yingzhi calculated a divination for him. It seemed that he would draw a lottery.

Later, Tong Ru found that everything he wanted was made into a stone through some method. Both the monsters and the Master Gu in the Demon Valley had dissuaded him, but he insisted on his own and even became possessed by the devil. Later, it triggered a series of subsequent events. In the end, as Xu Yingzhi said, Tong Ru was counterproductive and pushed the Fuyao Sect to a point where his bloodline was cut off.

"Second Brother, you really know everything," Shuikeng sighed, and then he changed his voice, "But when do you think you're going to change it?"

Li Yun: "This..."

Yan Zhengming asked in dismay, "Your bunch of useless grass is enough to raise sheep, is it refined with poison avoiding pills?"

Li Yun: "..."

"Then why don't you go quickly!" Yan Zhengming yelled, pushed away the chair and stood straight, and said only one sentence, "I want to go to bed for a while, noisy."

The head of the sect was almost overwhelmed with anger, and the three of them looked at each other in a glance.

The water puddle heard a door sound, shaking its feathers, and it was unknown, so it jumped onto the table and asked, "Who will call him?"

Her two senior brothers reflected on each other for a moment, looked at each other with "You" eyes, shirking responsibility.

Finally, Cheng Qian was first condemned by his conscience. He touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "It seems like ."

Shuikeng and Li Yun said in unison: "What are you doing again?"

Cheng Qian was actually more confused than the two of them, as if inexplicable, and the eldest brother suddenly ignored him - he did not look in his direction, did not take him back, and looked around when he said that, and pretended to think about things, in short, he would completely pretend that he did not exist.

When they entered the house, Cheng Qian deliberately sat next to him, but their strange senior brother came to sit upright on the spot, with his face so tight that he could take it off as a belt, and he looked inviolable, and he almost used a fan to cover his face and said, "I'm not selling myself."

The three of them looked at each other and felt that the other party's expression was full of "The head took the wrong medicine again" and "The head took the wrong medicine again", so they had to disperse each other.

Li Yun went into seclusion and refined several bottles of poison-avoiding pills. I don’t know what to do. Anyway, it’s better than nothing. In these two, the water pit felt that she was vaguely trapped her body and her power gradually loosened. She used her bird body to practice every time, which was much more diligent than when she was a human being.

Chief Yan lived a life without going out of the door. He didn't even bother to the people and shouted to the people outside through the door.

The eldest brother is unreasonable and has been troubled since childhood. Cheng Qian's usual way of dealing with it silently. Anyway, he doesn't have to pay attention to him, just be fine after a few days.

But at this time, Mr. Cheng Qian couldn't help but get distracted, thinking about what Li Yun, a subsidiary of Zhenlong, said that day.

Finally, Cheng quietly glanced at his spotless room and the cold water on the table. He felt his own blandness. He turned around and pushed the door open and fell silently outside Yan Zhengming's house. It seemed like a rustling leaf, not even a grain of dust, and sat down on the slightly raised eaves.

This year, the moon is full on the fifteenth day, and it is a bit flawless during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The night sky in southern Xinjiang is clear and the moon is like washing. After looking at it for a long time, you will still feel a little dazzling. The distant mountains and nearby trees are all in a magnificent shape.

When I was a child, I was on Fuyao Mountain. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my master would take them to worship their ancestors and the moon, and then take them to the "Buzhitang" to share pastries and fruits. The eldest brother thought he had grown up at that time and often asked his master for a new brew of wine, but his master always fooled him as a child, took a big pot of osmanthus candy water, and mixed it with a cup of wine at the bottom to let him taste it, and lied to him to say that this authentic osmanthus wine.

Later, this habit of not growing up was saved by the elder brother to Qinglong Island. Every time I drink, I must mix it with osmanthus candy water, otherwise it would feel like it was not delicious.

The road to cultivation is long, and the annual New Year Festival seems to be one point after another. After one passes, it is like the previous chapters can be followed by all the previous chapters.

But Cheng Qian recalled these things, he felt that those long-standing memories always seemed to be separated from his own fog.

He found that his blood was already cold.

Cheng Qian suddenly turned down from the eaves.

At this time, the shopkeeper of the older shop owner had already rested, and only he was left to settle the score. He was frightened by Cheng Qian who suddenly appeared in front of him. The young lady of the shop owner was deeply impressed by his unscrupulous virtue of his death. She told him that she was a little scared and asked timidly, "Young Master, what are you going to give me?"

"Uh..." When Cheng Qian said, he felt a little stupid when he said it. He hesitated for a moment, and he smiled a little by little, and took out some change, "Miss Lao helped me buy something."

After a while, Cheng Qian knocked on Yan Zhengming's door with two wine barrels and an oil-paper bag.

An impatient voice came from inside: "I'm in seclusion, why are you quarrel?"

Cheng Qian also closed it at once.

He stood silently at the door for a moment and thought to himself, "Why do you want to be polite to him?"

Want to come, when will he be politely knocking on Yan Zhengming's door? When will he be careful to coax Yan Zhengming?

"Are you afraid?" Cheng Qian thought.

Then he pointed and easily opened the door of the guest room of the mortal restaurant. Cheng Qian slowly lifted his clothes and the emperor broke into the door. In the stunned silence of Yan Zhengming, he slightly stretched his sleeves, occupied the magpie's nest and put the things on the table, and then said, "You are almost done, you are not finished?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Mr. Yan kept sitting cross-legged, blinking like a dream, his eyes fell on the wine barrel and oil paper bag on the table, and asked blankly, "What's this?"

Cheng Qian glanced at him, opened the oil paper bag, revealing a few pieces of shoddy pastries inside, and then opened one of the wine pots. A scent of wine floated out, and the other wine pot was filled with sugar water. Cheng Qian was afraid that the sugar was not clean, so he carried the pot and shook it hard, and then mixed the two together, calling Yan Zhengming and said, "Come and eat."

Yan Zhengming: "...I will not accept food from pity."

Cheng Qian: "Don't eat?"

Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, and walked over with no roots.

Cheng Qian came to the station and said, "Go and call the second senior brother and the others..."

"Oh," Yan Zhengming reached out to hold him, "Don't call him, they are both busy. Besides... After you are not here, you won't have the habit of celebrating the festival - sit down and have a drink with you."

Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, sat at the table, watching Yan Zhengming take two cups, pour two glasses of wine, and push one cup to Cheng Qian: "Can you drink?"

"Yes," Cheng Qiandian said, "I haven't drunk it for a long time."

Yan Zhengming sat down through a table, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's face. The moonlight was too full on the fifteenth night. Cheng Qian always felt that the senior brother's gaze seemed unusual.

Yan Zhengming said: "You have always touched clear water and thought that you cannot eat anything because of your practice."

Cheng Qian stopped and said calmly: "In the spirit gathering jade, cultivate the soul to become a primordial spirit first. First, fasting. Food and wine are easy to repel the desires and desires and thoughts. It will be difficult to survive if you encounter unnecessary disasters. You might as well quit them."

After all, monks are all born in mortals, and their desire for food and sex will always accompany them for life, especially for food. They have been used to it for many years. Even if the body can fast, most monks do not reach the critical moment of marrow washing, or deliberately practice techniques such as ruthlessness and cessation of desires, most of them will retain the habits of the mortal period.

Yan Zhengming said a lot, and said countless words in his heart. But he didn't know where to say anything to Cheng Qian, so he had to drink in a boring manner.

Cheng Qian sipped a sip of the wine in the glass - talking about wine, but in fact, the smell of wine had been washed away by the sugar water, and a strong sweetness rushed straight into his eyebrows. Cheng Qian was a little uncomfortable for a moment, pursing his lips, and then putting the cup down. After a while, the sweetness in his mouth dissipated a little, as if awakening his dusty senses.

From the chest down, a warm current rushed into the heart. Cheng Qian trembled slightly and felt a long-lost feeling of being a human being.

Yan Zhengming suddenly asked in a daze: "Xiao Qian, you are so strict that you are self-restrained, and you are so slender that you can tell me?"

Cheng Qian didn't know where this came from, so he paused and replied, "I haven't thought about it."

Yan Zhengming looked at him sideways.

Cheng Qian said: "Master used to say that ascension or death is not different. I didn't understand it at that time. Now, thinking about it, it is true that the worldly relationship is broken, and there will be no future. I know that it is so narrow-minded, what should I do? It's better to live well and everyone is busy together."

Yan Zhengming asked softly: "They have been together all the time?"

"Otherwise?" Cheng Qian seemed to have never touched the fireworks of the world for many years. A mouthful of "orange wine" that could not be as light as possible could warm him up. He suddenly reached out through the table to grab Yan Zhengming's wrist and whispered, "Senior Brother, I know your difficulties."

Yan Zhengming's hand trembled, and the wine almost spilled out. He froze on the spot. After a while, he twisted a little and broke away from Cheng Qian's hand and complained: "Sir, don't touch me."

The effect of Sugar Water, Yan Zhengming's eyebrows that had been slightly frowning finally opened a little. He sighed and said, "You are all fine, but you can't say anything difficult - you are special."

Cheng Qian rubbed his fingertips against the wall of the wine glass and smiled and said, "I know."

"Do you know what?" Yan Zhengming laughed, shook his head, and picked up a piece of the snacks brought by Cheng Qian. His anxiety suddenly faded away. He felt that it seemed like nothing was wrong. Xiao Qian would not leave anyway. In the future, he would always follow him around in the South China Sea and North China, looking for opportunities in Fuyao Mountain, and what else is there to expect?

Yan Zhengming's bored mood settled down. He reached out and twisted the hard shell of the snack, and said with a cute look: "Hey, you are so poor, how much money you bought is so hard that it can smash your head. Is this thing for people to eat?"

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "If you like to eat but not, you will be very troublesome."

After saying that, he brought the wine glass and drank the glass of sugar mixed with some wine.

As soon as the wine rolled to his throat, Cheng Qian realized something was wrong. Unfortunately, he regretted that he couldn't spit it out. Yan Zhengming had time, so Cheng Qian was stunned. He seemed to be unable to sit steadily and reached out to grab something. Before he could catch the edge of the table, he fell into nothing without any warning.

This spirit-gathering jade that was killed was poured in a cup!

Unfortunately, on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, not everyone can be so peaceful and peaceful.

The gang of playboys these days was so frustrating that they wanted to dig three feet to find out their young master who had disappeared for no reason.

On the Mid-Autumn night, there were crowds of people outside the Vermilion Bird Tower, and everyone was looking forward to the moon rising to the top of the tower. The gate of the tower was wide open. In front of a luxurious Pegasus carriage, two soul monks were full of worries and were waiting for the results of their subordinates to investigate.

A middle-aged man came over in a hurry, with a serious expression on his face and whispered: "Senior, no news... The young master was determined to enter the Suzaku Tower. Do you think he would sneak in with those people that day?"

One of the old men shook, "You don't know the cultivation level of the young master? Even if he has several strange treasures on his body, how can he get into the Suzaku Tower at will? Go and look for it again... Alas, the young master is willful for a while and leaves home alone. The master has told him to protect him carefully..."

His voice fell, and a burst of exclamation suddenly broke out from the crowd around him. The time for the Suzaku Tower Gate to open annually was already here. The violent hot air around the tower suddenly fell down. The tower gate exploded with a "bang", but no one came out inside, and only a black air appeared and rolled in it.

I don’t know who said, “Look, something seems to be wrong with the Suzaku Tower this year…”
Chapter completed!