Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Suddenly, two extra wings grew on her back—even if they were what she should have, thinking about it would hurt her bones like an ordinary person growing tall.She probably couldn't find the real Mu Chun, the senior brother who was busy making troubles for going out, and the junior junior brother who was busy memorizing the rules of the house, and there was no one to tell, so she came and cried while tugging at his trouser legs.

But having said that, Cheng Qian held the wings of the puddle and observed them carefully for a while, seeing that the wings were flawless, but a bit like chickens, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried. If the master saw it, he wouldn't be connected again Let the kitchen cook charcoal-grilled chicken wings for a month, right?

"It's nothing, this should be left to you by your mother." Cheng Qian picked her up unskillfully. I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt that the little girl in his hand seemed to be a lot lighter—at least not like her. It looks so chubby.

Could it be that her body has turned into half a bird, and even her bones are light?

Generally, demon cultivators need to have a certain level of Taoism before they can transform into human form. Cheng Qian has read a few records related to demon cultivators in the scripture building, but they are of no use to him, so he only picked up a few when he became interested by chance. Anecdotes, roughly turned over.

Since Puddle is half human and half demon, she should be born with both human and demon bodies, but I don't know if she can change freely.

Cheng Qian aligned his eyes with the small puddle, and said to her as gently as possible: "I don't know what to do, try to concentrate your mind, make this wing smaller, hide it... hide it, understand?" ? Oh, junior sister, can you understand human speech?"

Puddle opened a pair of big ignorant eyes, and didn't know how to understand a few words, but when he saw her ignorant expression, he was mentally prepared that she would not understand anything.

He sighed heavily: "Forget it, I'll take you to find Master."

Puddle patted his arm like a little dumb, said "ahhh" twice, then clenched his fists and closed his eyes, his face turned red, and his eyes became cross-eyed.

Just when Cheng Qian was relieved that she could solve it by herself, she "swiped", and the pair of young chicken-like wings on the back of the puddle suddenly stretched to seven or eight feet long, and the hair fell off the ground. He slapped the big wings that were born out of the sky.

He stared dumbfounded at the little junior sister who almost turned into a giant bird. The clothes behind the puddle were almost torn apart by the pair of big wings. The wings are really too big, and the girl that is almost sandwiched between them is too small. In comparison, the wings are almost invisible, like a big moth floating in the air, which is very weird.

"..." Cheng Qian recovered from the shock, and stared at the puddle, "I made you smaller, not bigger."

She was originally a little girl who could be picked up with one hand, but suddenly became extremely heavy because of the pair of huge wings. If it hadn't been for so long of sword practice, Cheng Qian could hardly hold her.

Puddle looked at him innocently, and it was difficult to keep his body upright due to the falling of the wings, and he hung on Cheng Qian's arm dangling from side to side.

Still wanting to find the master, Cheng Qian had no choice but to carry her out with all his strength, but...the two of them were stuck together by the courtyard gate of Qing'anju.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Heaven……

Probably, no matter what age girls are, they are unwilling to face the cruel fact that they are stuck and cannot get out of the house. Puddle was originally a child who didn't like to cry very much. I couldn't help but started howling.

Ordinary pups can howl at will, but howling from puddles will knock down the house!

Cheng Qian was in a state of desperation, and while struggling to keep his balance, he tried to reason with her: "Big wings don't mean you're fat... Really, alas, it's okay, don't cry, you put your wings back, don't cry." Tie it like this, take it back, do you understand?"

Puddle looked at him sobbing, and gradually stopped crying as he spoke.

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, holding out the slim hope that she really understood this time.

As a result, the next moment, his little junior sister who can only listen to irony gave him a white crane spreading its wings. The huge wings were fully unfolded, and she tried to flap tremblingly. Immediately, she seemed to have opened some kind of hidden secret. Instinctively, he flew up slowly.

Her huge wings almost created a whirlwind, blowing sand and rocks at Qing Anju, and all the delicate orchids in the yard suffered, all of them stumbling around as if they had been ravaged, before Cheng Qian could open his eyes , I felt that the clothes were grabbed by a pair of hands.

The puddle's chubby hands with a row of small pits turned into a pair of claws, and those claws firmly grasped Cheng Qian's body, and Cheng Qian suddenly had a certain ominous premonition...

The next moment, his premonition came true.

His whole body was lifted into the air by the powerful puddle, and the heart in his chest suddenly sank directly into his lower abdomen. Cheng Qian instinctively wanted to struggle at first, but as she flew higher and higher, he couldn't even struggle. If you dare, you can only shout the name of the puddle in the wind: "Han Tan! Get down!"

Puddles don't hear it... yes, she doesn't necessarily understand it when she smells it.

Cheng Qian didn't expect that it was the first time in his life to ride the clouds and ride the fog in such a situation. He couldn't laugh or cry, and thought that he didn't die in the Valley of Monsters, but he was going to die under the claws of his junior sister?

The puddle took him past the small courtyard gate of Qing'anju, and the green bamboo forest behind, and gradually, the entire Fuyao Mountain was under their feet.

Looking down from a high place, the ridge is as green as a dye, stretching into the distance. On one side is the flat slope of the front mountain that becomes gentler under the sunset, and on the other side is the dark and deep valley of the back mountain where the shadow of the mountain slopes.

There are countless shadowy caves and vacant courtyards in the mountains. Some have inscriptions at the door, some have stone statues, and some have no names at all. In the thousands of years, countless people have come and gone. Gongfa has been transformed into blood and blood of inheritance, and buried deep under the nine-storied scripture building. Among them, some have great abilities, some have great talents, some are great sages, or some are big treacherous...

Now, there are no traces of them.

There is only one weasel master left in the Fuyao sect, and with a few apprentices who can only be mischievous, they disappear under the world of mortals.

Only the bad wind soars upwards, soaring into the sky and diving into the abyss.

The wind from above made Cheng Qian's cheek ache, and he gradually let go of the initial fear.

Cheng Qian let out a breath, as if letting out a long-standing depression.

Once again, he thought of the invincible Lord Beiming on the high platform of Linxian, and of his father and mother who lit scattered silver coins in a remote village. Under the difference between clouds and mud, he clearly saw the secrets in his heart. wishes.

Why do you want to be like Bei Mingjun?

If one day, he becomes a great power, the Three Realms can come and go everywhere, all the beasts tremble when they see him, and the mortals will all prostrate on the ground... Will he be able to go back to Cheng's house and see them scratching their heads and regretting? Woolen cloth?

But at this time, when Cheng Qian was hanging high in the sky, when all the caves and courtyards on Fuyao Mountain were far away from him, his heart that was always full was suddenly empty.

A mortal only has 50 to [-] years left in his life, and he's been planning all over the place, waiting day and night to go back and slap them in the face, and then what?

Perhaps by the time he completes his cultivation, they will no longer be alive.

Maybe it is still there, but half a lifetime has passed, a child who was sent out in the early years may have regrets in his later years. After the regrets, how much love is there?

If he was really their darling, how could he be sent away so easily.

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

Cheng Qian suddenly relaxed his tense shoulders, letting the half-demon junior sister who always interpreted his words in the opposite direction lead him to a higher place.

He discovered that the hatred he had always thought to be deep was actually just being passionate.

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

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

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden cry of a crane in the air, and a white crane on Fuyao Mountain flew into the sky, circling around them a few times, and the puddle lost in the air cried with snot and tears, and instinctively followed the white crane. He flew down, was led by the white crane, and landed in front of Mu Chun's unknown hall.

Cheng Qian still didn't recover until his feet hit the ground.

The real Muchun rescued the puddle that was once again stuck by the gate of the unknown hall, and brushed the giant wings behind her with both hands. The girl's uncoordinated wings were finally wrapped by an unknown force, slowly retracted, and finally disappeared. Only the pair of birthmark-like red marks on the back remained.

Master didn't urge Cheng Qian, he waited quietly while hugging the puddle that was so exhausted that he fell asleep. It was not until the sun sank below the mountain that Cheng Qian came back to his senses and realized that his legs were numb.

Master Mu Chun took off a dim yellow wind lamp at the door to let him go back to illuminate the road, and said to Cheng Qian: "It's too late today, you go back by yourself first, and after you finish practicing sword tomorrow, you can stay and learn spells with your big brother." gone."

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment before realizing what Master meant. He was taken aback and asked a little foolishly: "Master, that just now... Could it be a sense of anger?"

Master Mu Chun nodded, and said with a smile: "Master, I read that right, among the same sect, you are indeed the best in aptitude."

Do we have to add "among the same family"?

Cheng Qian didn't know how to react to this, anyway, he didn't feel very complacent after hearing it - if "excellent qualifications" came from the comparison with Yan Zhengming and Han Yuan and Li Yun, he didn't think it was a good thing bragging.

Master Mu Chun looked at his back as he walked steadily on the mountain path, and his mood was a bit vicissitudes. After so many years, there was finally an apprentice who was willing to make progress. He touched the beautiful neck of the white crane and said to himself: " You said those few met, can you feel a little stimulated?"

Bai He nudged him, got up and flew away, as if he was telling the real master decisively - what are you thinking about!