Generally, the teenagers who grew up together will naturally become young people, but the few little kids on Fuyao Mountain are obviously not ordinary teenagers. There are many things that are strange, they will be bad, they will be particularly disregarded, and they will be particularly irrelevant... However, during a trip to the Demon Valley, the coldness and barriers between the four brothers unknowingly melted away, and gradually revealed their true nature.

True Man Mu Chun was very pleased at first, but he soon discovered that it was better for his disciples to respect each other as much as before.

A bad child is just a child. Two people can make a thousand ducks together. Three people can make a bunch of them. As for four people...

There is no peace on Fuyao Mountain—

One day, Yan Zhengming, who was more and more unrestrained, had a sudden idea and stuffed a large incense burner under the tables of his junior brothers, burning the mission hall all day long, like a big soup pot. He himself transformed into a white dumpling floating on the soup pot. Every morning class, he slept in a white area and was so comfortable that he didn't know how comfortable it was.

The wilted Li Yun couldn't stand him so beautiful, and I don't know where to find the "Singing Xiang" formula.

Concentrated incense is an unquestionable and not as innocent as its name. It is said that a pinch of it on the pillow of a sleeping person can make people have a night of spring/dream, and there is endless joy.

Li Yun came up with a secret recipe, and Han Yuan volunteered to match it.

As we all know, Han Yuan is a confused person. He has not memorized the rules intact. What can he give out a product that he can't even understand even a recipe?

What's more, this little beggar loves innovation and integrates his ideas with big hands and feet - he adds two kitchen seasonings to it, and mixes the "concentrated fragrance" into a half-baked psychedelic fragrance, and then puts it into his incense burner with anticipation when the eldest brother starts to "sleep in the morning".

On that day, all the flowers, birds, fish and insects near the Mission Hall went crazy.

The two butterflies danced on the top of the master's head, and they couldn't even drive away. The trembling wings seemed to be wearing a woman's hairpin, which was the most fancy one.

Li Yun's new favorite, a big-bellied grasshopper, crawled out like he was drunk, swayed for a few steps, and stumbled into Cheng Qian's inkstone while stepping on some strange light body technique. Cheng Qian's hand, which was about to dip ink, hung stiffly in the air, and the ink marks on his sleeves looked like a ball of black plum blossoms.

The master had never attracted bees and butterflies like this in his life, and he could not recite the scriptures anymore. He put the puddle that had climbed on his head and grabbed butterflies back into his back basket. He angrily dragged his old lady tone and sang the reprimand into a play, causing Han Yuan to extinguish the incense burner.

Han Yuan smiled and took the big incense burner under the table, picked up a bowl of tea and poured it on it. When Li Yun was sneering at the new image of his master, Cheng Qian cleverly clamped the cucumber with two pens, and raised his hand and threw it into the incense burner: "Junior brother, I'll help you."

Li Yun: "Oh, don't!"

But it was too late. The unknown variety of grasshoppers and Han Yuan's half bowl of tea were poured on the incense burner together. The incense burner brought by Young Master Yan had a water-avoiding talisman. Even if it was necessary to water it, it had to follow special channels and holes. The water-avoiding talisman was provoked and immediately counterattacked, burning a ball of flames that were slapped. Li Yun's grasshoppers came from nowhere, but were really gold and were not afraid of fire. They ran out with a fire, and a sharp flame passed through the air, rushing towards the master's two beards.

The few seasonings in the fragrance played a role in this situation - the fire guajue burned his master's beard into two handfuls of staple with strong sauce aroma.

On that day, Han Yuan and Li Yun were punished to copy scriptures twenty times. Yan Zhengming was the initiator, and it was too unreasonable to sleep in the morning class and could not tolerate it. He sat ten times in a row. Only Cheng Qian played an important role in fueling the fire, but he did not intend to admit his mistakes in time and survived.

For this reason, Yan Zhengming held an air and was shameless, intercepted him halfway through Cheng Qian's journey back to Qing'anju in the evening, and said hypocritically: "Little copper coins, I'm just free today. How about your sword skills?"

After spending many days together, Cheng Qian has seen through this person's urinary nature - as long as it is eating, drinking and having fun, Young Master Yan will definitely move forward bravely. Once he is allowed to sit down and learn something honestly, he will immediately become a heart-warming disease, and he can go from toenails to hair.

Just now, Yan Zhengming had been practicing swords halfway and claimed that he had heatstroke.

He took the initiative to give advice on his sword technique? Unless the sun rises to the west.

Sure enough, the next moment, his senior brother said his original purpose in a decent manner: "Oh, I remembered that today my master punished me to copy scriptures. Uh... this, it seems that my brother has no time, but if you can copy it for me a few times..."

Hey, the night owl comes into the house and comes without any trouble.

So Cheng Qian pleated him back without raising his head: "Senior brother, please copy the scriptures. I don't dare to work on you like a rough job of practicing swords, for fear that you will lose your waist."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Why can't life be just like the first meeting? His third junior brother, who was hypocritical but polite, can never be found again.

"Slow down!" Yan Zhengming still refused to give up. His eyes rolled and he saw that there was no one around. So he raised his arm and hooked Cheng Qian's neck, pulled him over, and whispered, "Write a few copies for me, I'll tell you a secret."

Cheng Qian sighed and said earnestly: "Senior Brother, there is no need to tell me the big secret of 'How to tie the belt to float up'."

Yan Zhengming did not say anything, and took advantage of his tall body to hold Cheng Qian under his arm and hijack him. He walked so hard that his feet were filled with wind, not like he had just had a heat.

Cheng Qian rarely wanders around the mountain. He goes from Qing'anju to the missionary hall at two o'clock every day, and then returns from the missionary hall to Qing'anju.

Of course, he was not without curiosity, but he was very self-control and thought that he had not achieved success in his studies and was unreasonable to run around. Therefore, although he knew that there were many caves left by his predecessors on Fuyao Mountain, he had basically never visited them.

Yan Zhengming took him to the top of the mountain all the way, and in the rushing wind, he brought Cheng Qian to a strange stone that looked very much like a monkey: "That's it."

Cheng Qian glanced at him and said in confusion: "Is this... a statue erected by the senior brother for the junior brother?"

Yan Zhengming was proud: "Little guy, don't show off your verbal advantage, when you beg me."

After saying that, he took out his handkerchief from his arms and wiped away the dust along the outside of the stone. He saw a door-shaped gap there.

Yan Zhengming attached his hand to the stone door, lowered his head and closed his eyes for a moment. After a "squeaking" sound, the door on the stone monkey's belly was pushed open by him. There was a narrow cave inside. There could be a row of stone steps leading directly to the ground at the entrance, which was black.

Yan Zhengming: "Only those who can draw qi into the body can push this door open. Unless you go to ask your master to ask you, I will only be able to bring you in - come with me."

After saying that, he lowered his body and crawled in.

Cheng Qian followed him lazily. He was not interested at first, and asked perfunctorily: "Where is this?"

Yan Zhengming led the way forward and said, "No one has ever named it, but Master calls it the place Jinglou."

Cheng Qian was stunned.

The talismans burned on the stone walls on both sides seemed to feel someone coming in. The originally dark wall immediately emitted a faint white light after the two of them walked in, which was not dazzling, but just illuminated.

"It contains countless scriptures from my school for thousands of years. In addition to the hundreds of scriptures that Master loves, there are also the mental skills and sword techniques that our predecessors searched everywhere." If Yan Zhengming had a tail, he should have been raised at this time. "Little copper coins, what will happen if the master asks him to copy the rules of the scriptures and sects in the future. If you can share a part of it for me... I can open the door for you every ten days, how about it?"

While speaking, the stone steps were about to reach the end, and a burst of ink fragrance from old paper came to my face. Cheng Qian couldn't help but ask with a little suspicion: "Since it's so powerful, why have I never seen you come to me with Senior Brother?"

Yan Zhengming replied righteously: "I can't chew too much, but haste will not be able to achieve it. Now I just need to practice this wooden sword well. Knowing too much will make you distract yourself."

After practicing the introductory swordsmanship for seven or eight years, he really had the shame to say that Cheng Qian had no choice but to do anything about him, but the next moment, he was stunned.

When the narrow path reached its beginning, it suddenly became clear in front of me. A huge stone cave appeared in front of me. The bookshelf reached the top of the cave from bottom to top. There were stacks of silk, bamboo slips, animal skins and the most common paper books, which were classified into categories, including mental techniques, sword techniques, various side-by-side and even travel notes of famous mountains and rivers, etc. - various, and numerous.

There are stone steps behind the cave, leading to a lower level.

Yan Zhengming held his hands and said, "There are nine floors in total, and there are countless books in the collection. Li Yun's messy recipes were taken by the opportunity to steal when he cleaned the scriptures with me. Tsk, this is a useless thing - by the way, copper coins, have you decided to copy the scriptures for your senior brother?"

Cheng Qian felt that he was a mouse falling into the rice jar.

He had never seen Yan Zhengming like this. At this moment, it would be fine if he had copied the scriptures for his senior brother a few times, even if he had promised himself!

It is conceivable that from then on, Cheng Qian lived a life of becoming more and more concise. He did not relax his own homework for a moment. In his spare time, he had to share the increasing penalties of senior brother, and secretly digest the books he read in the scripture building when it was late at night.

Yan Zhengming, as promised, opened the door for him every ten days, and Cheng Qian was like a greedy snake, wishing he could stuff the entire Jinglou into his mind and take it away. He always remembered several big articles in a hurry, and then used the remaining ten days to go back and think about it slowly.

Such days pass through quickly, and in a blink of an eye it is the whole year when spring passes and autumn comes.

During this period, the girl from Tianyao Shuikeng had already shown her inhumane side - she learned to crawl and jump ahead of time. She was only one year old when she broke out, but she was as tall as a mortal girl at the age of three or four.

Cheng Qian walked into the building without interruption without any obstacles. At the same time, his handwriting was copied more and more like an inscription on the mountain, and even learned how to imitate Yan Zhengming's words without any knowledge.

Yan Zhengming initially thought that Cheng Qian would secretly take away a few story books about the other side and strange stories, but once he glanced at him accidentally and found that he was seriously looking at the sword score and martial arts.

Yan Zhengming, the senior brother who could not support the mud, came to a conclusion - this guy named Tong Qian was crazy.

On Fuyao Mountain, especially compared to Han Yuan, who has not yet recognized the words on the rules for more than a year, Cheng Qian is an absolute alien.

One day, when he was opening the door of the sutra tower for Cheng, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help but ask for his doubts.

"Copper coins," said the young master seriously, "What are you planning to do? Are you going to rebel in the Nantianmen?"

Cheng Qian evaded and said, "Master said, 'Zhang and Ying, Li and Xi Shi, the Tao is one. Although the great way has changed, it is not separated from the sect. I plan to read more so that it can complement the martial arts of this sect."

Yan Zhengmingqi said: "You have only been in the first place for a year, why are you anxious to see your martial arts?"

Cheng Qian said: "When we came back from the Demon Valley last year, didn't the elder brother say that we would pull out the hair of Zi Peng's real person? How could we beat her if we don't learn the martial arts well?"

Yan Zhengming was even more surprised: "Yes, I said 'One day', that old Zamao is over 800 years old, I am only sixteen, why am I anxious? Maybe in seven or eight hundred years, I will be even better than her."

This is definitely a daydream...

During this period, the young man Yan Zhengming gradually stretched and grew, and he was rushing towards the length of an adult man. His every move began to fade away and his premature appearance began to show his elegance. Sometimes Cheng Qian looked at his thin arms and legs and his rough figure, and then looked at his senior brother, and he felt a little envious.

But this little appreciation and envy was not enough to make him tolerate Yan Zhengming's worsening beauty.

This guy seemed to feel as if he could already feel embarrassed and shame to Pan An. He would take the opportunity to take a look at himself in the puddle on the ground after the rain, the snow-clear sword. According to his facial expression, Cheng Qian thought that when he took a look, he must be amazed at himself.

A person who holds a sword as a mirror will practice for another seven or eight hundred years, seven or eight thousand years - can he practice any good swordsmanship?

Cheng Qian had nothing to say to him, and walked to the side and opened the book he had read half of last time.
Chapter completed!