Yan Zhengming's hidden injuries had not yet healed, and he was suddenly frightened like this. He lost his breath and coughed violently.

Cheng Qian looked seriously at his senior brother who was about to vomit blood with tears in his eyes. He felt that there was nothing to be secretive about this matter, so he said, "Han Yuan told me that I dared to ask you about your inner demons, but I didn't dare to listen. I just thought about it and there is nothing I dare not listen to. Even if you intend to betray your master and ancestors, we don't have a master or ancestors to let you commit treason. Just tell me, maybe it will be better if you tell me."

What a lovable mallet...

After hearing his righteous words, Yan Zhengming felt even more upset. He glanced at Cheng Qian dimly, his face showing a very sad expression. After staring at his upright and pure expression for a while, Yan Zhengming waved his hand weakly and said, "Get lost."

The imagined sweet words and honeyed words were really just imaginations. Yan Zhengming found that in the cruel reality, the word he said most to Cheng Qian seemed to be "get out".

Cheng Qian frowned slightly, not understanding where this evil fire came from, so he suppressed his emotions and patiently advised: "Big Brother, ordinary people have to deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long, and they still have times when they can't get over it, let alone the long road of cultivation. It's okay to get stuck in a rut for a while."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, did I say anything?" Yan Zhengming had something to hide, and immediately angrily rebuked Cheng Qian three times. After he finished speaking, he felt that his anger was unreasonable, so he simply said, "I won't tell you, go away!"

Cheng Qian: “…”

Yan Zhengming became more and more angry when he was stared at by his ignorant eyes. He stared at Cheng Qian for a long time, imagining in his mind how he would grab Cheng Qian's head and shout into his ear with full momentum, "What are you asking? You bastard is my inner demon."

Unfortunately, he could only think about such things in his mind. Although Yan Zhengming's body was as still as ice and snow, his mind was already fickle and jumping up and down like a big monkey.

Finally, he slapped the big monkey in his heart to death, turned his head away rationally, and ignored Cheng Qian.

After a night talk that couldn't be any shorter and a fight that couldn't be any longer, Yan Zhengming decided to continue the Cold War.

Cheng Qian was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Well, I won't ask anymore. I think you're fine anyway."

Yan Zhengming looked at him sideways.

Cheng Qian said: "For someone like you who is so good at entertaining yourself..."

Seeing that the head brother's face was about to turn stormy, as if he was going to punish him according to the family rules, Cheng Qian finally got wise for once in his life.

While lamenting that the empress was becoming more and more moody and difficult to appease, he took out a thin stick from his long sleeve, spread out his palm, and the "stick" stretched and thickened, turning into a sword full of gold and jade - it was the sword that Valley Master Nian Mingming had given him before he left.

Cheng Qian handed the sword to Yan Zhengming and said with a subtle flattery: "Isn't your sword broken? Use this one first. Although it doesn't look good, it's a good sword. I'll find you a better one later."

Yan Zhengming took a look and immediately dodged to the side with great disgust: "Take it away quickly, it hurts your eyes."

It was indeed a bit hurtful to the eyes... Cheng Qian was scorned and rubbed his nose, not taking it seriously - his senior brother had been a playboy for so many years and had already become a high-level playboy, so it was normal for him to look down on this thing that was full of the aura of a nouveau riche.

Cheng Qian smiled and said, "Or I'll give you the Frost Blade."

Yan Zhengming was stunned when he heard that. Anyone who practices swordsmanship would be attracted by the frosty sword, even if it carries the bad reputation of "a bad death". However, Yan Zhengming did not have any thoughts about it, because he had been thinking of the sword all these years. Over time, every time he saw the frosty blade, he was never moved, but always felt sad first.

Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian with a strange look and asked, "Are you willing to give me the Frost Blade?"

Without saying anything, Cheng Qian raised his hand and threw the Frost Blade into his arms: "Take it."

Yan Zhengming unsheathed the sword, and the cold frost on the blade hit his face. His depressed mood suddenly improved, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised a small curve like a spring breeze and rain. But before he could smile, Yan Zhengming remembered that Cheng Qian had carried this frost blade in the past, but "the man is there, the sword is there, but the man is dead if the sword is lost."

He couldn't help but think absentmindedly: "No matter what I ask him for, can he give it to me so readily?"

As this sweet and bitter thought flashed through his mind, Yan Zhengming's eyes dimmed again.

Yan Zhengming entered the headmaster's seal several times and saw Tong Ru and his fate. He had complicated feelings towards this misguided master, especially when he noticed that Tong Ru seemed to have some inappropriate thoughts about his master. On the one hand, Yan Zhengming had a subtle sympathy for Tong Ru, and on the other hand, he projected his own disgust for himself onto Tong Ru. Even though he knew that he was venting his anger on his ancestors without reason, he didn't know how to restrain himself.

If Cheng Qian was his elder or brother, Yan Zhengming would feel much better. He was sincere in his heart and at most would feel that he was a little bit unorthodox. He might even be willful and shameless to stick to him. If he was expelled from the sect, that would be even better, and he would do anything without any scruples.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. Cheng Qian was his junior fellow apprentice whom he had brought up since childhood. Once the identities were slightly reversed, everything would be different. Even his sincere feelings would become an inappropriate thought. As the head of the sect, if he really seduced his junior fellow apprentice and led him astray, then no matter how sincere he was, he would not be able to show his feelings to the public, and no matter how affectionate he was, it would be mixed with unspeakable intimacy and vulgarity.

"Am I worthy of it?" Yan Zhengming said to himself in disgust, and returned the Frost Blade to Cheng Qian without saying a word. Seeing that Tang Zhen and the others had already set up the outer formation, he stood up silently and entered the ruined temple.

Cheng Qian, who stayed where he was, felt extremely overwhelmed and felt that he just couldn't get along with his senior brother anymore.

Nian Dada, who was hiding in the dilapidated temple, saw Yan Zhengming coming in, and hurriedly ran up to him and said, "Senior!"

He was left behind by Cheng Qian at that time, and there was Liu Lang waiting for him to save his life, so he had no choice but to return to Mingming Valley. He gave his father a big bowl of magic potion for free, opened his eyes and said some nonsense like "Elder Cheng wants to take me as his disciple, I have to follow him to train", and finally got allowed to leave Mingming Valley again and became Tang Zhen's little follower.

Even though he lied to his father, Nian Dada's intention to become Cheng Qian's disciple had never died, especially after he witnessed a great battle between the Fuyao sect and its disciples. His previous unwillingness to give up almost turned into a yearning, and he desperately ran up to show his courtesy to his future uncle-master: "Junior Mingming Gu Nian Dada, greetings to the senior."

Yan Zhengming was trapped in deep self-loathing. He glanced at Nian Dada gloomily and quickly formed his first impression of this man.

"You're blocking the way. Dad is sick." he thought.

Nian Dada noticed that the look in his future uncle's eyes seemed unfriendly, not at all as easy-going as Cheng Qian described, so he gritted his teeth and encouraged himself: "Most of the seniors have bad tempers, don't mind it - perseverance can carve a stone, and I, Nian Dada, will definitely become a great man in the future!"

Yan Zhengming ignored him, so Nian Dada brought out the way he and Cheng Qian got along - when others ignored him, he would chatter on and on, from how he respected "Elder Cheng", to how he sneaked out of the valley, followed Cheng Qian stealthily all the way, how he was shameless, and how he deliberately stayed around Tang Zhen, and so on. Yan Zhengming's eyes twitched non-stop and he was extremely angry - he suspected that this person had bad intentions towards Cheng Qian.

He felt that he had evil intentions, and everyone in the world had evil intentions. Yan Zhengming paused and turned his head abruptly. He didn't care about bullying the weak at all. The sword cultivator crushed him with his pressure without hesitation and asked indiscriminately: "What do you want to do with my junior brother?"

Nian Dada: “…”

He wanted to confess to his future uncle-master that he would work hard and be filial to his elders in the future, but unfortunately he was suppressed to the point that he couldn't even raise his head, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't utter a word.

Yan Zhengming: “Speak!”

Nian Dada's heart was filled with tears. It was the first time he saw a living sword cultivator, and he felt that he never wanted to see another one again - sword cultivators were truly terrifying!

The noise here finally alarmed Li Yun who was chatting with Tang Zhen. Li Yun sighed secretly, "How embarrassing!" and hurriedly stepped forward to pull away the eldest brother who was almost scaring the young monk to pee his pants, while comforting Nian Dada: "There are many trivial matters in the sect, and the master has a bad temper. Don't be offended, Mr. Nian."

At the same time, he pulled Yan Zhengming aside, exhausted and asked, "What the hell are you crazy about?"

Yan Zhengming came back to his senses immediately after being pulled by him. He also realized that he had overreacted. He opened his mouth, feeling a little helpless for a moment.

Li Yun looked at his face and suddenly felt frightened. The eldest senior brother had been partial to Cheng Qian since childhood, and Cheng Qian had been missing for so many years. After he came back, he was almost held in the hands of the head senior brother. Although Li Yun often teased him, most of them were just mean jokes and he didn't think about it very seriously.

Li Yun: "You..."

Yan Zhengming didn't want to say more. He turned around and pretended to be nonchalant, as if he was eager to escape from something, and greeted Tang Zhen: "I have heard from Xiao Qian that Senior Tang, I can't repay you for saving my life."

The two of them soon began to exchange pleasantries. When dealing with outsiders, Yan Zhengming always acted like the head of a sect, and had the ability to speak differently to different people. As long as he wanted, he could make people not see at all the habits of a young master who usually made trouble in the sect.

In front of outsiders, Li Yun reluctantly suppressed the confusion in his heart and asked Tang Zhen, "Fellow Daoist Tang, you came all the way to Southern Xinjiang. Is there anything important? I wonder if we can help you?"

Tang Zhen said frankly, "I'm sure you've heard about my story from friend Cheng Qian. My body is dead but my soul is still here. I have no place to put my soul, and I don't want to take over other people's bodies, so I have to look for some newly deceased mortal bodies as a basis, and take them back to refine them into my own flesh puppets. Flesh puppets can't last too long, and suitable bodies are not always available. In the past few years, there were wars in the world, so I accumulated some extra ones. Corpses are not easy to preserve for a long time, so I came to southern Xinjiang to find an Ice Heart Fire, but I didn't expect to catch up with the earth dragon turning into a dragon."

After a pause, Tang Zhen gave a bitter smile and said, "Back then, I met your sect's Taoist friend Han Yuan. He was just a child without any sense at that time. The experiences I've had in the world over the years have really been..."

Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, then said, "The traitor was not good at learning martial arts back then, and was hit by the evil soul-drawing technique. I don't know what happened later, and he has two souls in one body, and one half is occupied by the monster. To be honest, his own soul was suppressed by the monster. If my junior sister hadn't woken him up briefly, I'm afraid the magic dragon would have been hit by the heavenly tribulation, and we would all be in trouble today."

No one present was stupid, and they all heard the cover-up in his words. In a few words, Yan Zhengming pushed all the blame for Han Yuan's bad deeds onto the "unknown monster that occupied his body." It seemed that he was planning to claim the person back in the future.

Although Tang Zhen and Tang Wanqiu were from the same school, their personalities were completely different. Tang Zhen's mind and skills seemed to be very refined. As soon as Yan Zhengming opened his mouth, he knew what was going on and said, "Oh? Is there such a reason? But if that's the case, I do have some solutions. I can't do anything else, but I have been immersed in the way of souls for a long time."

Li Yun hurriedly said, "I'd like to hear the details."

Tang Zhen: "Two souls are one body. You must want to keep one and get rid of the other, but you are afraid to use the right weapon. I have something called 'Soul Pulling Thread', which can guide a person's soul into another person's purple palace. When the time comes, you can protect the soul of your disciple and get rid of the monster in the purple palace."

Yan Zhengming was just being polite to him at first, but after hearing this, his heart was moved involuntarily. He carefully suppressed his anxiety and said politely to Tang Zhen: "My sect has been repeatedly favored by Brother Tang, it is really..."

Tang Zhen is not a man who doesn't talk without saying anything. He either doesn't say anything or, now that he has brought it up, it means he wants to do a favor by lending the item.

Cheng Qian, who had walked in at some point, heard this and said, "There's been a lot of trouble in Southern Xinjiang lately. It's probably not safe for you to take these two children with you. My brothers and sisters are still going after Fourth Junior Brother... How about this, if you don't mind me being too much trouble, I'll accompany you to find Bing Xinhuo."

Cheng Qian was not a problem at all - the Vermillion Bird Pagoda collapsed, the magic dragon was born, and all the demon cultivators and forces in southern Xinjiang were in turmoil. Although Tang Zhen was knowledgeable, he was a sickly person. The two people around him, Liu Lang was only in his teens and had not yet entered the sect, and Nian Dada was completely lost when he went out and could not be relied on. Cheng Qian was willing to escort them all the way, which was naturally what Tang Zhen wanted.

Cheng Qian was finding ways to repay favors for his sect.

After hearing his sharp and decisive words, Yan Zhengming's first reaction was to oppose. He absolutely did not want Cheng Qian to leave his sight again, but the words of opposition circled around his lips before he swallowed them back.

"Can I keep him by my side forever?" Yan Zhengming thought to himself. He silently counted the stupid things he had done during this period and the evil thoughts that were becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Suddenly, he thought it would be a good idea to let him go for a while.

Cheng Qian was calm and composed, rarely provoking trouble, not to mention that his cultivation was already very different from before...

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a moment, and Tang Zhen noticed it.

Tang Zhen smiled tactfully and said, "Little friend Cheng, there is no need to be like this. You are too polite to others, which makes you seem distant. I have a long history with your Fuyao Sect. When I was young and ignorant, I traveled around with a fellow disciple. I almost lost my life during the trip. Fortunately, Senior Tong of your sect rescued me. I stayed in Fuyao Mountain for a while to recuperate and even recognized your master. Until now, it is still unclear who has paid for whom. My ability is limited, and the things I have done to help you are just a small favor. There is no need to repay me."

Li Yun had just had some random thoughts, and now his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat. He looked at Yan Zhengming nervously, as if they were not discussing such a trivial matter as whether to send Cheng Qian to escort Tang Zhen and his party, but a major decision of right and wrong for his senior brother.

As soon as Yan Zhengming raised his eyes and met his gaze, his heart suddenly sank and was filled with sourness.

He finally avoided everyone's gaze, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Xiao Qian has been taken care of by Fellow Daoist Tang for so long, it is only natural for him to run errands. If Fellow Daoist Tang thinks highly of the sword in his hand, then you shouldn't refuse, right?"

He said this, if Tang Zhen didn't agree, he would be stupid. The group rested in the ruined temple. Three days later, Shuikeng finally woke up. Tang Zhen didn't want to delay any longer. Before Cheng Qian could see any changes in Shuikeng after the growth of this piece of demon bone, he followed them on the road.

Yan Zhengming had a lot of advice in mind, but after thinking it over, he felt that every word was despicable, so he let it all rot in his stomach. Without saying a word, he just waved his hand at Cheng Qian and said, "Go."

On the contrary, Cheng Qian was a little worried. He gave instructions to his brothers and a younger sister who was still a little depressed one by one, and finally sighed: "If there is any magic weapon, I can be summoned directly when you are in danger."

Yan Zhengming was so upset by his words that he almost regretted it on the spot. He used all his willpower to hold back and pretended to be impatient and said to Cheng Qian: "Alright, alright, you are so capable that you can be everywhere - get out of here, don't waste my time and bother me."

After saying this, Yan Zhengming cleaned up his desolation, hardened his heart, and turned away first.

In this north, south, east, and west, in all directions of the world, where can he be fulfilled, and where can he be forced to give up?