Cheng Qian killed the man, but he was still in his throat and was in a state of ease. He was so worried that he would feel bad.

Actually, is it true? He actually arranged the senior brother from early to late, and he didn't have any respect, but he just couldn't let it go. He seemed to be stepped on his tail and pulled out his scales for no reason.

Cheng Qian even angrily aroused Han Yuan because of this - what kind of guy he has been mingling with for so many years?

That slap was really light that day.

Cheng Qian knew that Tang Zhen would definitely not wait for him after taking Bing Xinhuo, so he did not stop. He was in a bad mood and left the southern demon cultivator endlessly. He left this place of trouble. After walking, he didn't know where to go. Logically, after the matter here was done, he should go north to chase the elder brother and the others, but Cheng Qian inexplicably didn't want to face Yan Zhengming.

Fortunately, it seemed that I was just sleepy and I was giving me a pillow. Cheng Qian walked to the outer edge of southern Xinjiang and met Zhuang Nanxi, who had been waiting for a long time.

Zhuang Nanxi had sent his fellow disciples away and had been waiting for him here alone for a long time. When he saw Cheng Qian, he immediately came up and bowed to him, "Senior Cheng! Thank you for your help, or you will all be here."

This is so clever and there are some things. Cheng Qian had a good impression of him, so he waved his hand and said, "Don't be so polite. It's not a senior. It happened to be a coincidence, and it was just a matter of raising his hands."

Zhuang Nanxi was stunned and said, "Did that senior break into Zhaoyang City alone just for the ice stone in the city?"

Cheng Qian didn't know why he did this, and did not correct his mistake and said, "Good, why?"

Zhuang Nanxi was a little anxious and said, "A few days ago, we were trapped by the demon cultivator. A junior sister of the same school escaped by chance. When she met her senior, she thought it was her helper..."

Cheng Qian said, "Didn't your junior sister contact the master's school? She would just pull a stranger from the road to save you?"

Zhuang Nanxi choked by him and had to smile bitterly: "This... in fact, the junior sister is just a friend whom she met by chance... Well, I thought that the senior might have seen her."

Cheng Qian was actually just talking casually and was not really interested, so he said, "You are waiting here for her? What model?"

Zhuang Nanxi hurriedly described it in a long and long way, and all the words were implicit and beautiful. Cheng Qian was baptized by "the moon was so as to be ashamed to be in the moon, and the flowers were ashamed to be in the fish and geese". Except for this, he was a beautiful girl, he didn't hear a useful sentence, so he blurted out: "Is it love?"

Zhuang Nanxi: "…"

He didn't expect that he was so straightforward, and looked at Cheng Qian with a dull look, and a bloody color spread from his ears. Zhuang Nanxi's eyes were a bit too agile for a man. He always seemed to be able to speak, his eyes were full of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were hidden in it.

Cheng Qian frowned secretly, and couldn't help but think of the ugly behavior of the demon cultivators in Zhaoyang City, and thought to himself: "If you don't practice well, do some ridiculous things. Can this be considered a descendant of a famous family? It seems that the group of mourning people on Qinglong Island are at least focused."

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian suddenly became impatient and too lazy to deal with Zhuang Nanxi again. However, when he thought of this, he was at least counted as the Baihu Villa, and he might have to deal with him again in the future, so he had to suppress his mood.

The monk said that the most important thing was that he would be tainted with the secular world. Even if Cheng Qian didn't think about himself, he had to think about the sect and was impatient to take care of him. Then he said, "The female cultivators you have seen on the way are similar to what you said, but this is not something you can recognize."

"Yes, I'm negligent." Zhuang Nanxi rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly, and then said, "She has an oval face and a red mole on her eyebrows, which is quite red. If she sees her, she should have an impression."

Cheng Qian: "…"

He just pretended to be polite and said casually, but he didn't expect to see it before. There were many red moles on his eyebrows, but it was rare to grow one by himself. Isn't this the female corpse outside the small building?

What happened to run around... In fact, it was not successful.

Cheng Qian opened his mouth and thought of a cold "sadness", but in a blink of an eye, he met Zhuang Nanxi's eyes, and somehow suddenly said he could not speak. He had seen this look on the monk's face, hoping and longing, as if he was just looking at a strange model who described that, and was very happy and satisfied.

"It's not too shallow to be obsessed with it." Cheng Qian thought.

But even though he thought so, his disgust in his heart unknowingly dissipated most of the time. One was willing to have feelings and righteousness. No matter what kind of feelings it was, it could probably move one's face.

Cheng Qian didn't know how to tell him for a moment.

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Zhuang Nanxi's expression flashed with disappointment on his face and said, "Oh, that might be because she and her senior missed it. Look for it nearby."

Cheng Qian suddenly said, "Do you worry about an irrelevant female cultivator all day long, so won't you delay your practice?"

In his impression, whenever marriage is done for the sake of life, men farming and women weaving, and inheriting the family line, monks do not have to worry about these two things. Moreover, the righteous deeds mostly focus on communicating with the world, and clearing their hearts and few desires. Therefore, monks form a Taoist couple for marriage, mostly for the purpose of communicating with sects and communicating with merits.

Every day, fight with the sky and the earth, and fight with the evil spirits. If you fight with the demons of your own heart, who will indulge in the illusory love in addition to the devil of desire?

However, as soon as Fang said that, Cheng Qian felt a little regretful and said to himself: "It's inexplicable, what's your business? What's the blind?"

Fortunately, Zhuang Nanxi didn't care much, so he replied frankly: "The elders of Baihu Villa said this. She is another casual cultivator, with no body... But this is nothing, even if she is an ordinary person, she likes it."

Cheng Qianmo said, "It's rare for seventy years."

To put it bluntly, it is no different from monks and cats and dogs. They can only be with them for decades, and most of them are just a love of attachment, so they have to send him off. Anyway, they can't last for a long time, and it's not sad enough.

Zhuang Nanxi smiled and said, "There is nothing. At worst, you can just break your immortal roots and be an ordinary couple who live and die together. As long as the things in the world are not contrary to morality, there is nothing that cannot be done for her."

Cheng Qian: "…"

On the one hand, he was shocked by Zhuang Nanxi's rebelliousness, and on the other hand, he was a little grateful that he was not very quick-talking and told the truth. Cheng Qian secretly felt a little compassion and hid the unknown female cultivator's death. Over time, Zhuang Nanxi could not find her, so he gave up, right?

Zhuang Nanxi seemed to have been conscious of himself and said with some shame: "I won't use these broken things to dirty seniors' ears... Huh?"

While the two of them were talking, they saw a cold light suddenly passing by the sky in the distance, and the fireworks exploded, which was particularly conspicuous.

"That's a signal from the summoning gate of Xuanwu Hall." Zhuang Nanxi said in confusion, "Strange, Senior Bian has been in seclusion for a long time, why are you doing a long journey to the southern border?"

Cheng Qian: "The Xuanwu Hall among the Four Saints? Aren't they in the extreme north?"

"Not bad..." Zhuang Nanxi said, "Xuanwu Hall and Baihu Villa are across the big ice field. They have always been friends of the world. Since they have come, it is unreasonable to not show up to visit him. Senior Cheng has a place to go? If not, why not go with him?"

When Cheng Qian heard this, he was in a good mood. He felt that even though he had been talking to this guy, he had heard all the trivial matters of love and love, and that the trip was worth it, so he happily followed Zhuang Nanxi all the way.

A long distance away, you can see the overwhelming black flag. Zhuang Nanxi's face became more and more serious: "Looking at this scene, I'm afraid the elder of Xuanwu Hall is here. Alas, I heard that the dragon in the southern territory is a dragon, and the four directions are alarmed. I don't know whether it is a bad or a good thing."

Cheng Qian didn't say anything, he could already feel the pressure coming from the air - thinking back then, when Lord Gu fell, the entire East China Sea was in turmoil, I'm afraid it was this. Since leaving Mingming Valley, this is the first powerful force that made him feel pressure, which aroused the memories of Cheng Qian and his party.

Zhuang Nanxi reported to her home from a distance: "Disciple Baihu Mountain Villa Zhuang Nanxi, came here at the order of his master to pay homage to the senior Xuanwu Hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure around him was significantly reduced, as if he had given him a way out.

Cheng Qian followed Zhuang Nanxi all the way to the sea of ​​black flags. He saw the monk Yishui wearing a black robe, and seemed to have the air of an ice field on his body. He set off a cold place in the south. Some monks here probably recognized Zhuang Nanxi, gave way to him and nodded to him.

Cheng Qian looked up and saw a Pegasus carriage under the sea of ​​flags. The horse was covered with cold iron armor, which looked particularly solemn. A middle-aged man stood in front of the car and his eyes swept over with electricity. Zhuang Nanxi stepped forward two steps forward and called the "Great Elder". The Great Elder exchanged a few greetings with him, and his eyes were involuntarily on Cheng Qian: "This is..."

When a strong encounter was met, the thousand-year-old ice pool faced the snow field, Cheng Qian was almost aroused to fight. He calmed down, reached out and pressed the restless Frost Blade Sword in his hand, and was about to answer.

Just then, there was a shouting beside him: "Great Elder! I recognize him, it's him!"

"What is it?" Cheng Qian was stunned. Before he could measure his gamble, the sword had already been handed to him in front of him - and he was slashed down on his head.

At this time, thousands of miles away, Yan Zhengming, who had followed the legend of the Demon Dragon, was fiddling with three copper coins in his hand, but he couldn't study what, so he came.

When I was studying art in Fuyao Mountain, although my master occasionally played with copper coins, he was always secretive about divination and divination. Not only did he never teach, but he would also occasionally reveal some sarcasm.

In fact, many annoying children are all this. If the elders say "this thing is ominous and cannot be done", then they will most likely try it. But if the elders say "this thing is not as stupid as it is, I am afraid that only monkeys running around can do it", then they will not touch it even when they grow up.

Li Yun sighed: "Senior Brother..."

"No, you still need to say nothing." Yan Zhengming suddenly interrupted his voice, and remained silent for a moment, and said, "You need to say nothing, you know what to do. I am a hundred years old, and there is still a certain degree."

Li Yun rarely looked serious and said, "Yes, I know you have a sense of responsibility, but what should you do?"

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment.

Li Yun glanced at him, shook his head, and said softly: "The path of sword cultivator is not easy to walk. Since the beginning of the world, it is rare in the world. Every step is on the tip of the knife. Your inner demon has been born. What should you do in the future?"

Yan Zhengming was a little sad when he said something, but he didn't show it. He still said indifferently: "What's the matter? Anyone who has only been born with ant for decades in his life, and he is still fickle. It can be seen that being happy with the new and tired of the old is no different from other things. In a few years, he will fade away from it."

Li Yun sighed, "Senior brother, you can leave it behind in three or five years, how can you become a demon in the inner world? Do you think it is the stupid girl with incomplete mind in Shuikeng, and you don't know anything?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The two of them stared at each other and fell silent for a moment. Not long after, Li Yun said tentatively: "Are you... sure you don't let Xiao Qian know? It's not..."

With a "bang", the copper coins in Yan Zhengming's hand were broken by him. His face suddenly became cold, and he interrupted Li Yun and said, "No need to mention this matter."

Li Yun: "May..."

"No," Yan Zhengming's eyes were so deep that they were so cold that they were frightened, which made Li Yun frightened, "You should not mention this matter to the third one, especially Cheng Qian."

Li Yun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back and nodded helplessly.

Yan Zhengming: "Don't be perfunctory, swear!"

Li Yun: "Oh, senior brother..."

"What are you talking about!"

Seeing that Li Yun could not resist him, he had to raise his hand and said, "I vowed to stop this in my stomach and never tell the third one, otherwise..."

Yan Zhengming continued: "Otherwise, if you let the sky hit thunder, you will not die well."

Li Yun suddenly stood up: "Are you crazy?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at him and said calmly: "Li Yun, I found that you have something wrong with you. You seem to think that the world is more courageous than you are crazy."

Li Yun glared at him fiercely for a moment, and said powerlessly: "The inner demon lasts for a long time, and the Taoist heart is damaged at the time. It depends on what you do."

"If you die, you will be the leader of another person," Yan Zhengming stretched, "It just so happened that I didn't want to do it anymore. I heard that the soul can be reincarnated and reincarnated... Why do you think the vixen? At that time, you have to urge Shuikeng to practice well and become a big monster as soon as possible. It is best to usurp the throne and seize power to get a demon king and let her cover it."

The head of the sect's lofty ambitions silenced Li Yun, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Yan Zhengming ignored him, buckled his fingers lightly, shook his head and hummed a vulgar and untuned little song: "Drive falling to the ground is bitter, coming is bitter, going is bitter; breaking the pot and golden bell, poverty is hurrying, wealth is hurrying; strong winds blowing in the east, raining in the west, and heroic spirits change the world, and it is a fake play that is done day by day; not to be a living turtle, swallow a mouthful of rivers, lakes and seas, and spit for thousands of generations..."

This is a small tune used by a rogue near Fuyao Villa to beg for food, which made Li Yun feel so sad.

Yan Zhengming sometimes envies the group of homeless people who wander around the world because they are free of worries and carefree. However, when they think of their appearance of catching lice in the sun, they don’t envy them anymore. They feel that they may have been born with a lack of qualifications for family life, and only remember their begging for food.

He was just trying to find himself open, but suddenly his heart tightened, as if he had hit his chest with a hammer. Yan Zhengming's slight tune stopped abruptly and bounced from the ground.

"So what's wrong?" Li Yun rolled his eyes.
Chapter completed!