Two wings suddenly grew on her back - even if that was what she should have, she would have a headache like an ordinary person. She probably couldn't find Mu Chun, the senior brother who was busy trying to go out and the junior brother who was busy reciting the rules of the door. No one could tell, so she ran to pull his pants and cried.

But then again, Cheng Qian pinched the wings of the puddle and observed them carefully for a moment. Seeing that the wings were seamless and just a bit like chickens, he couldn't help but worry. If the master saw it, he wouldn't let the kitchen make charcoal chicken wings for one month again, right?

"It's nothing, this should be left to you by your mother." Cheng Qian picked her up skillfully. I wonder if it was his illusion, but he felt that the little girl in his hand seemed much lighter - at least not as chubby as she looked.

Could it be that her body turned into half a bird, even her bones were lighter?

Generally, demon cultivators must have a certain degree of Taoism before they can turn into human form. Cheng Qian had seen several records related to demon cultivators in the Sutra Tower, but they were of no use to him, so he just picked up a few books for strange stories when he was interested, and roughly looked through them.

Since Shuikeng is half human and half demon, she should be born with human and demons. She just doesn't know if she can change at will with ease.

Cheng Qian aligned his gaze with the small puddle and said to her as gently as possible: "I don't know what to do. Try to concentrate your mind and make the wings smaller and hide them... Do you understand? Oh, junior sister, can you understand human words?"

Shuikeng opened his ignorant big eyes, and didn't know how many words he understood. Without seeing her expression in a daze, he prepared mentally that she could not understand anything.

He sighed heavily: "Forget it, I'd better take you to find your master."

Shuikeng patted his arm like a little mute, "Ahhh" twice, then clenched his fists and closed his eyes, his face turned red, and his eyes turned into cross-eyes.

Just when Cheng Qian felt relieved that she could solve it herself, she "brushed" her wings on the back of the puddle, which were seven or eight feet long, and her hair fell all over the floor. Cheng Qian was not slapped in the face by the pair of big wings that emerged from nowhere.

He stared at the little junior sister who almost turned into a giant bird in a daze. The clothes behind the puddle were almost torn apart by the big wings. Fortunately, she was still in the age of open-crotch pants and had no reputation, but the pair of wings were too big, and the girl almost clamped in the middle was too small. In contrast, she almost saw only the wings and no one was seen, like a big moth floating in the air, very strange.

"..." Cheng Qian came back from his shock and stared at Shuikeng with big eyes, "I made you smaller, but I didn't make you bigger."

It was originally a little girl he could pick up with one hand, but suddenly the wings of the behemoths became extremely heavy. If it weren't for the sword he had practiced for so long, Cheng Qian would almost not be able to hold her.

Shui Pud looked at him innocently, and his wings were so hard that it could not keep his body upright, and he swayed left and right on Cheng Qian's arm.

He still had to go to find his master, so Cheng Qian had to carry her out with difficulty, but in the end... they were stuck in the gate of Qing'anju.

Cheng Qian: "…"

Heaven……

Probably no matter how old a girl is, she is unwilling to face the cruel fact that she is stuck and can't leave the door. Shuikeng was originally a child who doesn't like to cry. At this time, she looked at her wings with grievance and finally couldn't help but start howling.

An ordinary little boy can howl at will, but when the puddles are howling, it will shake the house down!

Cheng Qian was in a state of great anxiety. While maintaining balance, he tried to reason with her: "Big wings do not mean you are fat... Really, alright, OK, don't cry, you can collect your wings, don't tick it like this, collect it - back - come, do you understand?"

Water puddle sobbed at him, and gradually stopped crying as he spoke.

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief and held a slim hope, hoping that she really understood this time.

As a result, the next moment, his junior sister who could only listen to the antonyms gave him a white crane to flap his wings. Her huge wings spread out completely and tried to slap him tremblingly. Then, she seemed to have activated some hidden instinct and flew slowly.

Her huge wings almost brought a whirlwind, blew up the clear and peaceful residence, and the delicate orchids in the yard were all affected, and they all fell and fell like they had been ravaged. Before Cheng Qian could open his eyes, he felt that his clothes were caught by his hands.

The water pit was originally chubby, and a row of small pit hands turned into a pair of claws. The claws firmly grabbed Cheng Qian, and Cheng Qian suddenly had some ominous premonition...

The next moment, his premonition became true.

He was carried to the air by the endless puddle, and the heart in his chest sank directly into his lower abdomen. Cheng Qian instinctively wanted to struggle at first, but as she flew higher and higher, he didn't even dare to struggle, so he had to roar the puddle's name in the hovering wind: "Han Tan! Go down for me!"

The water pit turned a deaf ear... Yes, she might not understand it even if she smelled it.

Cheng Qian didn't expect that the first time he had been in his life, he was actually in such a situation. He was so amazed and laughed. He thought that he had not died in the Demon Valley. Could it be that he would die under the claws of his junior sister?

Shuikeng took him to fly over the small courtyard gate of Qing'anju, and flew over the bamboo forest that was as green as jade behind. Gradually, the entire Fuyao Mountain was at their feet.

Looking down from a high place, the ridge is green and stretches into the distance. On one side is the slope of the front mountain that is more gentle under the sunset, and on the other side is the valley of the back mountain that is darker and deeper at the slanting mountain shadow.

There are countless caves and vacant courtyards in the mountains, some with inscriptions at the doors, some with stone statues, and some with no names. Over the years, countless people have come and gone, inheriting the past and the future. Only the martial arts with different handwritings are transformed into the inherited bones and blood, buried deep under the nine-story sutra building, among which there are some powerful, some great talents, some great sages, or great traitors...

Now, it is hard to find.

There was only one weasel master left in the Fuyao Sect, and he hid in the world with a few naughty apprentices.

Only the unpredictable wind soars upwards and soars into the sky and hides in the abyss.

The wind at the height made Cheng Qian's cheek hurt, and he gradually abandoned the fear he had begun.

Cheng Qian let out a breath, as if he had a long-lasting depression.

Once again, he thought of the arrogant Beiming Lord on the Linxian High Platform, and his parents with scattered silver in the remote area. Under the distance between the clouds, he clearly saw the secret wish in his heart.

Why do you yearn to become a person like Beimingjun?

If one day he becomes a powerful person, and the three realms are everywhere, and all beasts are trembling when they see him, and all the people are crawling on the ground... Can he return to the Cheng family and regret it when they see them scratching their hearts?

But at this moment, when Cheng Qian was hanging high in the sky, when the caves and courtyards on Fuyao Mountain were all away from him, his heart, which had always been filled with water, suddenly became empty.

A mortal has only thirty or fifty years left in his life. He is determined and waits day and night to go back and slap them in the face. Then what?

Perhaps by the time he cultivates, they will be no longer alive.

Maybe it's still here, but half a lifetime has passed. A child who was sent out in his early years may feel regretful when he thinks about it in his later years. How deep is there to feel after the regret?

If he was really their beloved, how could he be easily sent away?

And if there is no love, how can we talk about unforgettable guilt and regret?

Cheng Qian suddenly relaxed his tense shoulders and allowed the half-demon junior sister who always understood his words in the opposite direction to take him to a higher place.

He found that he had always thought that the hatred he had been deeply, but in fact he was just being self-indulgent.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly felt like a broken wall. In an instant, he heard the echo of whispers on Fuyao Mountain again, just like what he felt when his senior brother entered into meditation. However, this time, thousands of winds from valleys did not pass by him, but passed through his body like flowing into the sea.

There is no stay or attachment, like many joys and troubles, they come and go, and they repeat themselves, as if he has become a part of this world.

I don't know how long it took, a sudden sound of a crane came from the air. A white crane on Fuyao Mountain flew into the sky and circled around them for several times. He cried in the puddle of lost in the air and cried with tears in his eyes. He instinctively followed the white crane down, and was led by the white crane and landed in front of the Wuzhi Hall of Mu Chun.

Until his feet fell on the ground, Cheng Qian still did not come back to his senses.

True Man Mu Chun rescued the puddle that was stuck by the courtyard gate of Wuzhitang again. He brushed his hands across the giant wings behind her. The girl's inconsistent wings were finally wrapped in unknown power, slowly retracted, and finally disappeared, leaving only the pair of birthmark-like red marks on her back.

However, the master did not urge Cheng Qian. He quietly waited on the side in the pit that was so tired that he slept. It was not until the sun sank to the bottom of the mountain that Cheng Qian came to his senses and realized that his legs were already numb.

True Man Mu Chun took off a dim wind lamp at the door and asked him to go back to light the road. He said to Cheng Qian: "It's too late today. You go back by yourself first. After practicing the sword tomorrow, you can stay and learn the talismans with your senior brother."

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment before he realized what the master meant. He was shocked and asked a little foolishly: "Master, that's that... that's just the feeling of qi?"

True Man Mu Chun nodded and smiled and said, "You are right to be a teacher. Among your classmates, you are indeed of excellent qualifications."

Do you have to add a "school"?

Cheng Qian didn't know how to react to this, but he was not very proud of it anyway. If the "good qualification" was compared with Yan Zhengming and Han Yuan and Li Yun, he felt that there was nothing to brag about in this matter.

True Man Mu Chun looked at his back walking steadily on the mountain path, and his mood was a little vicissitudes. After so many years, a disciple finally became ambitious. He touched Bai He's beautiful neck and said to himself: "You said those who have met you, can you feel a little stimulating?"
Chapter completed!