When Cheng Qian opened his head, he was startled by the back of his head like a feather duster. Then he looked at the feather duster quietly and turned around and greeted him energetic: "Senior Brother Third!"

The night before, it seemed like an hallucination. Cheng Qian had not yet come back to his senses and asked in a daze: "What is on your head?"

Shuikeng said happily: "Is the colorful bird feather beautiful?"

"..." Cheng Qian walked away with difficulty, was silent for a moment, and said sincerely, "It's a bit shaky."

Shuikeng raised his eyebrows, then looked at his clean robe that was half new and not old, and then released it again, and said with some tolerance and helplessness: "Forget it, you don't understand it anyway-come, come quickly, we are going back to the villa today."

Cheng Qian wanted to fool her face with the word "not understanding", but after all, she always seemed a little unfamiliar, so she didn't say it out loud, just lowered her head slightly, looked away, and asked, "What is the villa?"

Waterhole: "It's the new home!"

Cheng Qian wrapped up the money given to him by the Master of Nian Valley, hung the frost blade back, followed the puddle through the woods next to the open space, looked up at Yan Zhengming who was waiting at the high place. Even Cheng Qian had never cared about anything else, and was shocked at this time.

The eldest brother has practiced some strange mental methods over the years. In this wilderness, he can still change his clothes properly and take care of himself with a radiant look. He also holds a folding fan that he got from somewhere in his hand, and knocks on his palms all at once... It is completely different from the one he had last night.

There is also the elliptical pheasant and jade in front of Shuikeng, which makes him look like a banished immortal based on his void and wind.

Cheng Qian looked at the water pit in a complicated mood, thinking that this child was raised by his senior brother, and learned the problem of being stinky and beautiful, but he did not learn his stinky and beautiful.

After searching around the water pit, he said strangely: "Huh? Where is the second senior brother?"

"He wants to check Han Yuanbu's formation. Last night, I went back to the villa," Yan Zhengming swept the puddle full of chicken feathers, and tried to scold her. Out of some reason, he held back and said with a self-righteous attitude, "You should run for you too. There is a letter from the side of Zere. Go and return quickly."

Shuikeng was stunned for a moment, and then said in disappointment: "Oh, I want to stay with my third senior brother again."

Yan Zhengming thought dissatisfiedly: "It's quite a big man, not even a bit of color."

Unfortunately, this was very unreasonable, so he had to say hypocritically: "Since he is back, he won't leave again. If you have anything to say, it's important to come back."

The water pit had developed wings and a simple mind. He immediately believed her elder brother's nonsense about "Justice". He looked at Cheng Qianyi with a little nostalgia. He nodded and promised not to leave. Then he turned into a bird, flapped his wings and flew away.

Yan Zhengming sent away the latter hinderer. Before he could have time to rejoice, a little inexplicable nervousness arose in his heart. He silently despised himself and thought to himself, "Is this guy who grew up, so why are you nervous?"

Cheng Qian's guilt did not dissipate. He seemed to have something to say, so he stood aside and waited honestly, but after waiting for a while, he didn't even make a sound, so he was a little confused.

Yan Zhengming swept his eyes, accidentally, Cheng Qian's eyes were removed soon, and he thought irritably: "Damn it, I'm still nervous, it's really a ghost."

So he turned around, picked up a headman who was as proud as gold, and said, "Let's go."

After saying that, he led the sword to the sky, and the sleeves of the robe flew in the air and were waiting for Cheng Qian. His posture was very frightening. At first glance, he almost had the calmness of a master. Cheng Qian hurriedly chased him. Thinking about the bear-like appearance of the eldest brother before, and looking at the back in front of him now, he felt even more and more uncomfortable.

Yan Zhengming had several questions one after another, and finally picked one thing that he was concerned about at this stage, so he asked, "Who gave your sword?"

The thing was held in his hand like a big gold tooth. It must have been found by Cheng Qian, and it might have been something that was thrown to him.

Cheng Qian replied: "The Lord of the Nian Valley in Mingming Valley gave me a gift."

Yan Zhengming contacted the previous consequences of Tianshuikeng, and guessed that the "guard elder" in Nian Mingming's mouth was Cheng Qian. He suddenly felt unreasonable and said, "Mingming Gu? When he went there before, the fat man didn't even mention it. Did he want to compete with him? Humph, overestimate his ability."

The innocent Nian Valley Master probably got hot at this time.

Yan Zhengming continued to ask: "What are you doing when you run to Mingming Valley?"

Cheng Qian: "Borrow his ice pool to reshape the meat."

Yan Zhengming frowned and finally withdrew his messy thoughts and said seriously: "As far as we know, there is no way to reshape the flesh except for the reincarnation of the soul in the world, otherwise the master would not have been..."

Cheng Qian thought about it and replied concisely: "Maybe it is the soul that happened to be cultivated in the spirit gathering jade."

"What is the spirit-gathering jade?" Yan Zhengming couldn't help but say, "Can't you start from scratch?"

This child is not a mother, and he has a long story. Cheng Qian paused and finally found a source. He started from the unexpected encounter between him and Han Yuan and Tang Zhen. He talked about Wen Ya sent him the spirit-gathering jade, and how he re-created flesh in Mingming Valley afterwards. He only omitted the pain of the wind knife cutting soul in the spirit-gathering jade and the seven heavenly tribulations in Mingming Valley.

Unfortunately, Yan Zhengming has passed away, so how could he not know how the soul returned?

Cultivating the soul in one's own flesh requires a thousand temperings of soul-building. It is not broken or cube-made. What's more, it is in external objects, and it has never been heard of since ancient times. If Cheng Qian really said it was as easy as Cheng Qian said, all demons and monsters would have been successful. Why would they work hard to practice?

Not to mention Bingtan, even if you soak it in magma for decades, you can only soak a piece of cooked jade.

Yan Zhengming asked, "Can a piece of jade be made even if it is a spiritual object in the heaven and earth be soaked in the ice pool? It's impossible, to be honest."

Cheng Qian was almost looking at him with admiration. He pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey. After scolding, he still didn't know why the angry eldest master of the family was so careful that he could not hide it. He had to say, "Since he was going against the will of heaven, he had a heavenly disaster."

The sword under Yan Zhengming's feet suddenly slammed into the air: "What?"

His voice was a little dry for a moment: "Is it... the great heavenly tribulation or the heavenly tribulation?"

Some monks jump too fast in their realm and go through heavenly tribulations. Generally, there are only three or five paths. The nine divine thunders are considered heavy, representing the great commandment of punishment, and are the way of heaven to warn ordinary people to cultivate their minds and not to know that the sky is high and the earth is thick - this is called "the heavenly tribulations".

Only when a powerful person ascends can he descend to the great heavenly tribulation. Even if he has the ability to overwhelm and turn the world around, he can only die for a lifetime on this hurdle - ants and heaven are fighting for life, which is a great disrespect, let alone delusions and delusions live with the heaven.

It is said that during the great heavenly tribulation, thunder was pouring and there was no way to resist, and there was no magic weapon in the mortal world to protect it.

Cheng Qian paused: "Uh..."

Yan Zhengming immediately affirmed: "It's the great catastrophe."

Cheng Qian said without hesitation: "Oh, that's not. He has been in seclusion and has limited knowledge. I have never heard of the heavenly tribulation and is still divided into great numbers."

In this regard, Cheng Qian, who has been pretending to behave, is really taller than Shuikeng. After saying that, he appropriately brought no curiosity and asked, "What is the great catastrophe?"

Yan Zhengming looked at him without saying a word.

Cheng Qian added lightly again: "Anyway, I have to endure it, so I don't feel that it is powerful. Maybe it's more, right?"

Yan Zhengming's eyes began to be a little gloomy, as if he was when he knocked over his incense burner. He didn't say anything, but just stared at him. Every eyelash stood in the shape of "I'm very unhappy, please apologize to me quickly."

Cheng Qian used to think impatiently that "you have a problem", and then decided whether to comfort me perfunctorily according to the priorities. But after a year, he suddenly felt very soft-hearted - when he was trapped in Juling Jade, he was about to die. The bad temper of the eldest brother, the second brother's toad, the fourth brother's disaster, and even the endless diapers of the junior sister were all his unattainable nostalgia.

Cheng Qiantu smiled, and picked the slightly curved corner into an exquisite hook, avoiding answering the heavenly tribulation, and just coaxed: "Senior brother, I miss you very much."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

His heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he said "It's coming soon", then he threw down Cheng Qian, rushed down with his sword and rushed down to the clouds, fleeing in panic.

At the same time, Master Yan thought in a very heroic manner: "Don't expect to not pursue the matter. When you go back, you will send a message to the old fat man in Mingming Valley to ask what's going on."

Cheng Qian originally thought that the so-called "mountain villa" was in deep mountains and old forests, but he didn't expect that it was really a villa. It was a mountain villa in the suburbs of the city, with hundreds of hectares of fertile land underneath. Tenants were farming and commuting in the fields, busy but not in chaos.

They both landed on the top of the mountain and walked down. From a high place, they could also see the busy and bustling market not far away.

Anyone who has done this is the residence of ordinary landlords.

After entering the villa, Cheng Qian understood why Yan Zhengming bought this house.

I don’t know what the former owner of this villa is. Here we are surrounded by mountains and water, and the terrain is very exquisite. The spiritual energy of the green mountains on three sides gathers in it. After walking in one circle, it is even less than Qinglong Island in the fairy mountain of the East China Sea.

"The courtyard wall is reinforced," Yan Zhengming said, "There are talismans under the bricks, so that the spiritual energy in the house will not be leaked - even if it is not as deep as Fuyao Mountain, it is definitely better than Mingming Valley."

Ju was still angry... Cheng Qian was speechless and had to nod and said yes.

After walking around the outer courtyard, there were pavilions and towers. Occasionally, the servants who cleaned the courtyard passed by quietly. They walked through a garden and arrived at the inner house. There was only the shade of green trees and bamboos formed a sea. As soon as they stepped in, they felt that the heat was swept away. Walking in it, they couldn't help but let their steps lightly to prevent the tranquility of the room.

"They won't be allowed to enter here, and even if they are in seclusion, there will be no disturbances," Yan Zhengming said, "Come with me."

He took Cheng Qian straight to the middle of the bamboo forest, but there was a courtyard here. There was a wooden sign hanging at the door with the words "Qing'an" written on it. The breeze hit and the bamboo leaves rustled. Cheng Qian stood in front of the courtyard and was stunned for a moment, as if he had returned to Fuyao Mountain, which had been away for a long time.

The door of the study room in the courtyard is half closed, and the four treasures of the study are all spread on the table. A hand-written quiet sutra that has been hand-written half-faced is horizontal on the table, as if the Lord has never left.

Yan Zhengming took advantage of Cheng Qian's viewing around and quickly rolled up the half of the tranquility sutra and put it in his sleeve to hide it. Cheng Qian said as if nothing had happened: "Well, remember that your Qingyou is like this. See if there is any difference?"

Cheng Qian looked at the lifelike carved windows, the talisman tray of the tea-sanking talisman that could sink into the soft chair and the seal fragrance coming from the side. Once he swept over, he knew whose territory this place was before, and thought to himself: "It's really not touching at all."

But when he glanced at Yan Zhengming's calm eyes, he opened his lies and shook his head: "No, it's almost impossible to distort the real one."

Yan Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief, then he held his expression with difficulty and said with great "head": "That's good, I'll leave it for you, come back and live."

After saying that, he looked solemn and stared at Cheng Qian with threatening words: "Do you remember what you said? If you dare not leave home for no reason without saying anything, then clean up the portal."

Cheng Qian was both funny and helpless, and couldn't help but choke: "Are you going to finish?"

He didn't fight back and scold him along the way. Yan Zhengming was so respectful that he felt uneasy that he always felt uneasy. Finally, he heard a familiar tone, and his heart felt as if he had fallen into the ground like a huge rock. He felt at ease.

Master Yan asked himself bitterly: "Is this not to give you a good look? Isn't it a shame?"

口/ stepped forward and hugged Cheng Qian full of his arms. When his arms tightened, Yan Zhengming closed his breath, holding his breath, as if he had held a strange feeling. In just a moment, he let go, patted Cheng Qian's shoulder intimately, and said, "Okay, you have a good rest."

Later, he turned and left with half of the Qingjing Sutra. When he walked out of the bamboo forest, he exhaled the breath he held. Then he felt satisfied and slightly melancholy, slipped to the next door, concentrating on the seal of the soul into the head seal, and carefully checked the mountain seal left by his master.

Although Cheng Qian asked and said something, he was very vague, Yan Zhengming keenly felt that the process of his death and resurrection seemed to have just met the three disasters of "Heaven and Earth", and was just responding to the three locks in the Closing Mountain Order... Is it a coincidence?

He tentatively tried the soul and the spiritual sense in the head seal and resisted it slightly. The head seal treated him very generously and did not hurt him. He seemed to tolerate a generation who didn't know much about it. He only rebounded slightly, making him feel that he was a storm and was still far from being able to do so. He didn't play smart.

Yan Zhengming bypassed the "Lockey" that was known in his heart and turned to the "Earth Lock" behind him. He penetrated his spiritual sense. There were only four squares of Qingbai and Zhu Xuan, which were arranged in four directions. Each grid had a key hole, and three of them were tightly closed, but the lock belonging to the Qinglong had actually opened.

How did this go back?
Chapter completed!