Yan Zhengming was a little confused for a moment.

Although he didn't say it, Cheng Qian saw that he was suspicious. In fact, Cheng Qian was very good at observing words and expressions most of the time, but he probably didn't speak it and basically didn't take it to heart.

Seeing the elder brother stumble, Cheng Qian answered, "If you want to go and have a look, let's go to find the second brother and the others now."

Yan Zhengming pondered and didn't move. After a while, he suddenly said irrelevantly: "The master has been worried about the sect until his death. He would rather die than scatter his soul than to stop the great disaster for the sect - Demon Breaking Valley and Destroying Soul-Devouring Lamp... Besides, although he was in a devilish way, he didn't look like a person full of evil. If you were the master, just for this kind of friendship, would you cruelly bury him under a tree?"

Cheng Qian stopped and asked without a reply, "What about Xiaoyuan? What about Xiaoyuan? What about us if we really block him in southern Xinjiang, what are you going to do?"

Yan Zhengming frowned, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

No matter what path Han Yuan chose later, he did not mean to kill Cheng Qian. The person who used the soul painting technique was ignorant of his own corpse and Han Yuan had no way to resist. Yan Zhengming knew all this - but even though he knew, he always had a grudge.

At this time, a small voice in his heart asked, "What if it was the opposite back then? For example, the person who painted the soul in the  was Xiao Qian?"

As soon as this thought popped up, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but think about it.

His eyes slowly moved to Cheng Qian. Cheng Qian's appearance was actually not much different from his youth, but he was a little taller, his eyebrows, eyes and bones grew a little longer, and his outline was vaguely back then. But every time Yan Zhengming looked at him carefully, he would feel something indistinguishable.

At first he thought it was strange that he hadn't seen for many years, but later he found out that he didn't know, because every time he closed his eyes, he wished he could even remember Cheng Qian's eyelashes clearly.

Logically speaking, shouldn’t familiar people or things be ignored?

Yan Zhengming found that he was getting less and less afraid to stare at Cheng Qian, and always felt that watching too much would make him look like he was burning his eyes.

"If it's Xiao Qian, I might not have watched him jump into the sea and leave back then." After a long time, Yan Zhengming had no choice but to come to such a conclusion. He sighed secretly, feeling a little guilty because he was too partial.

Yan Zhengming thought about it so much, and his eyes couldn't help but look a little confused. Cheng Qian thought of the inner demons rising between his eyebrows in the bamboo forest for a moment, and suddenly felt a little bored.

"These troubles shouldn't be in his heart," Cheng Qian said to himself, "If you have any difficulties, you can let me do them all. What should I do if it's so difficult?"

The elder brother suffered for the past century, but the experience was enough. Cheng Qian decided to let him eat, drink and have fun in the future, occasionally show the master's score, and just live the addiction of being arrogant and prosperous. - he even endured the seven great disasters of his own sutra. Could it be that he could not withstand the shaking beam of Fuyao Sect?

"Let's go, since the Earth Lock is in the head seal, we have to go and see the Suzaku Tower no matter what." Cheng Qian said, standing up and reaching out to pull Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming for some unspeakable reasons, every time Cheng Qian's hand flickered in front of him, he would involuntarily nervous, so he subconsciously blocked and grabbed Cheng Qian's hand.

Cheng Qian's fingertips were cold, but there was a little thin warmth in his palm, but it seemed to burn people.

Yan Zhengming shivered quietly for a moment, and was reluctant to let go.

Cheng Qian didn't care, and with a "tsk" sounded, he grabbed the claws of the "Young Master of Money" with a copper coin ring with his backhand, and roughly rolled down his obscene ring and put it into his sleeve, sighing: "Okay, no one slapped you this time... I think you are so full of food."

Yan Zhengming's hands suddenly became empty, and his heart felt lost for a moment, but Cheng Qian walked out of the restaurant ahead of him.

The cold touch just now seemed to be still on the fingertips. Yan Zhengming reluctantly moved his fingers behind him, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Could it be that it is too hot and the journey is cold, so can you escape the summer and stay in the house?

Cheng Qian walked out of the gate at this time and saw that he was still rubbing. He turned around in confusion and asked, "Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming snorted: "I...well, I'm a little hot..."

He hesitated and spitted on himself. Xiao Qian was not an outsider. When he was a child, he rolled on his bed without taking a sword shower after practicing swordsmanship. He said, "Come here and let me get some cold." What can I do?

At most, they just roll their eyes!

However, Yan Zhengming was just unable to say it. It was nothing. He felt like a wild horse was out of control. He ran into an increasingly strange direction and saw a scene in his mind where he reached out to hug Cheng Qian in a hurry.

It's like a real thing!

Yan Zhengming couldn't help but tremble in secret. This was really weird. Could it be that there were so many that the inner demons that had practiced the martial arts yet?

But then, a secret yearning arose in his heart.

He really tossed and turned, scratched his ears and heads.

"Why is this so similar to the legendary girl Huaichun?" Yan Zhengming stood there in a flash as if struck by lightning for a moment, his soul was absent for a while, and his fragile heart let out a broken cry, "Cang, I must be practicing qigong."

The absent-minded leader Yan and Cheng Qian left the town and followed the wild mountains to the most abundant place in the mountains. However, before they found Li Yun, they heard the chaotic voices first.

From a distance, I saw a swaying horse carriage parked there, with jewels and gauze flying, making it seem like a petal rain around me.

Pegasus is not something that ordinary people can support. At least it must be afforded by a sect of the size of Mingming Valley. Moreover, the monks can control things soon after concentrating their minds. It is common for powerful people to shrink from the ground for thousands of miles. They endure the cold wind on the ground and ride in such a striking Pegasus carriage. If they are not as low in cultivation and cannot control things, they are purely for showing off.

No matter which one it is, the level of the people in the car must be less advanced.

The canopy on the carriage was extremely thin, and the gauze tent was put down. I saw a young man sitting in the carriage. He leaned lazily towards him. He looked really handsome and handsome, but he was so good that he was not good. There was a red mole on his left eyebrow, which added some indescribable harm to him.

At least a dozen monks followed the Pegasus carriage in front of each other and glanced at it. They all had good cultivation. There were two old men with white hair and hair following behind the carriage, one left and one right. The two men were dressed gracefully and were covered with great primordial spirits. They were probably masters above the soul.

The one who was surrounded by this circle of people was Li Jun, who was like a barefoot doctor.

Li Yun's heart skills, but unfortunately he was too distracted and had a lot of heart and heartbreak, which was not conducive to his cultivation. When he was young, Cheng Qian was inspiring him. Later, he followed Yan Zhengming and focused on his messy side-minded ways. He has been performing mediocrely in his cultivation over the years, and has been stuck in the climax of the soul that has not been successful for more than ten years, and he has no progress in his urge to achieve his soul. He doesn't know that he is anxious.

The puddle hung above his head, and his hair was blown up. He shouted and cursed at the young man in the carriage: "Who is a bird? I see that the one with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks is a bird! Even if my aunt is really a bird, it is raised by someone else. It is shameless to bring so many of your fathers to take advantage of it!"

The young man in the carriage looked bad, but he obviously regarded the water pit as a rude bird. He didn't know her like this when he was scolded like this, but instead found it very interesting. Li Yun said, "I think this fellow Taoist is walking on the alchemy path, right? I heard that the alchemy path is the most focused and can't disturb you at all. Wouldn't it be noisy to carry it? It's not easy for the alchemy path to be thrown into the alchemy furnace. The herbs thrown into the alchemy furnace are all real gold and silver resources. This fellow Taoist... tsk, you are always short of money."

Although Li Yun had a real little face, he was a little unkempt, especially after wandering in the rural areas of southern Xinjiang for a long time, he was broken baskets on his back and rolled up his trousers. He was splashed with mud ideas from somewhere, and he was really a real poor person.

"I'll give you a thousand taels of gold and a great power talisman," said the playboy in the carriage. "The door of the Suzaku Tower is about to open, and many monks gather here. If you lack any resources, this great power talisman is enough to exchange some good things with them - sell this bird to me."

Li Yun didn't say anything when he heard this, and it seemed that he was really moved by this price.

Shuikeng was suddenly anxious. Her two senior brothers were brave and had no principles. Maybe they could really do something to sell her, and they immediately made a wave of turmoil on him: "You dare! You dare to sell me, the head of the sect broke your leg!"

A playboy is different from a playboy. Like a senior brother, although he can only be arrogant, he can still reason most of the time.

This person sitting in the carriage was different. Although he could also act kindly, he actually asked his subordinates to surround Li Yun and the others without any ambiguity and prepare for robbing or buying.

Li Yun's eyes rolled slightly, and he thought to himself that trouble.

He reached out and grabbed the chirping birds in the water puddle and muttered, "Little junior sister, why don't I sell you first? I'll go back and bring the reinforcements to grab you back?"

He was not worried about water pits. Although water pits were not very clever, he knew very well that they were tall and very sensible in life. For example, if the eldest brother was not here, she found that she had no backing and never took the initiative to provoke others.

The water pit pecked him hard, and Li Yun looked for him with a frown, "Take it down, you're not worth a thousand taels of gold... Oh, what if I'm the senior brother?"

He pinched the beak of the puddle, prevented her from making a sound, and bowed to her face in a dilemma, "Your bid is very high, but you can see that I, a little beast, are not bad at all, and it is hard to support me. If you offend me... Alas, this is still a life."

The young master in the carriage saw that he was sticky and refused to let go, and his impatient look flashed across his face, as if he was not going to talk nonsense with Li Yun. He urged: "I will buy it for a lot of money and will naturally raise it well. You just say whether it is to sell it or not."

He finished speaking, but Shuipeng seemed to see something. She suddenly broke away from Li Yun's hand and broke out into the crowd.

When a monk saw this, he immediately reached out to knock her down, and a true essence sutra broke through the air.

At this moment, the monk suddenly felt a chill. Then, a sword was cut with great accuracy. The person who made the sword seemed to disdain to attack and did not hurt him. He only barely smashed his true energy. Then the sword intent dissipated, and the coolness even made the surrounding heat clear.

Everyone suddenly turned around and saw two people coming from afar, as if they were in a flash. The two old men following the Pegasus carriage, suddenly became radiant, crossed the crowd to greet them, and said with caution: "Where are the two fellow Taoists?"

When the water pit bird could not speak, she felt the kind of "find the most reliable person when something happened." She plunged into Cheng Qian's help, and cleaned the fierce woman who had just scolded the street, and complained aggrievedly: "It was that person who had downloaded me halfway through the Internet, which made me become like this. Now he was still chasing here in a gloomy way. The one named Li was determined to sell me!"

"Bai" by Li: "..."

Cheng Qian reached out to close the head of the puddle, glanced at the person in the carriage, and then fell on the two old men in front of the carriage.

Just when Li Yun was worried that he was going to speak rudely, Cheng Qian and his group nodded slightly. Although it was not considered a face to greet people, they were also considered a guest.

"Thank you, this fellow Taoist, for being beautiful, I like this little bird in my family," Cheng Qian said slowly, "but she has been by her side for a long time and is spiritual, like half of her family. We don't usually take her as a pet, so we don't sell it, so please forgive me."

Yan Zhengming didn't say anything beside him, and glanced at the valuable carriage from top to bottom. He secretly decided in his heart that he would have to get a few flying horses to raise when he returned to the villa. Even if it was useless, it would be okay to sit up and show off.

Cheng Qian once said that he had "disagreement with others and had to fight", but that didn't mean he was fighting, he just couldn't do anything about it.

Now his cultivation is enough to rush to Jiuzhou. With a frost blade in his hand, he has long been fearless, but he has become polite to deal with people. His words are not flattering at all, nor does he show his arrogance. Although his words are faint, while he speaks, he always carefully holds the broken-mouthed bird with one palm, showing a bit of reasonable sincerity.

The young man in the carriage looked down at Cheng Qian, frowned and said, "You are also here to try your luck in the Suzaku Tower?"

Cheng Qian could see at a glance that this person's level might still be stuck in the hurdle of concentrating his mind. He thought to himself: "Do you care?"

But because we didn't want to have a lot of trouble, we replied: "We plan to go to southern Xinjiang, pass by here, and pass by. If we can follow the charm of the Suzaku Tower, it would be an unexpected gain."

Seeing that the young man was so ungrateful, one of the old men following the car couldn't help but turn around and whispered a few words to the young man in the car.

But I don’t know what the old man said, it would be fine if he didn’t speak. When he spoke, his words didn’t fall. The young man was anxious and pointed at the old monk and said, “What’s the use of raising you people in my family? One or two, even the wild monks you meet on the road must have many concerns - I want that bird!"

The old monk was even older than a master, so how could he not be cursed by others? He was shouted in public by a child who spoke in public, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Yan Zhengming pulled out the puddle of enjoying the cool summer treatment in Cheng Qian's hands, and finally felt a little more comfortable. Then he had the time to whisper: "It's really rare to meet someone who is even more bastard than me."

He is so self-aware that others can't say anything.

After Yan Zhengming finished speaking, he gestured to Li Yun and said, "Say we won't sell it - junior brother, go."

After saying that, he even saved the sword control. His true energy directly became a sword shadow, carrying him into the sky, showing his sword intent.

The two old masters of the soul looked alert, and their expressions were both wary. There were thousands of monks who made swords, but not everyone could be called sword cultivators. Sword cultivators, the soul can be a sharp sword, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false when it is released from the body.

It is so difficult to practice the sword of the soul. It is indispensable for both time, place and people. At least a hundred years of effort. The person in front of him has such achievements at a young age, and his future is probably limitless.

Sword cultivators are rare, and most of them have achieved success. In such a state as Yan Zhengming, they are willing to speak to their younger generations. Basically, the scriptures say that there are more courtesy. However, the young master who can't control his sword has a pair of two or five eyes. He even feels that he has been looked down upon and said furiously: "Since you don't work, I'll do it myself."

Before the two old men could stop it, a small flag flew out of the young man's sleeves, with colorful spells like soul-summoning banners. I don't know where they got the treasure. It seemed that the urged the urge to have no requirements for cultivation, and instantly rolled the surroundings into it, changing to create a small world!
Chapter completed!