When Cheng Qian returned to Fuyao Villa, he saw that the tenants in the villa had stopped working and were all leaning their heads out to watch.

The entrance to the villa was crowded with people and vehicles. Two rows of soldiers came out side by side and stood silently at the entrance like stone stakes. A carriage was parked there. Although the horses pulling the carriage looked no different from other horses to the naked eye, Cheng Qian could tell at a glance that they were two flying horses of good quality.

In front of the Pegasus carriage stood two cultivators of good quality, both of whom were above the level of Yuanshen. One of them was even a young man with a unique coldness about him.

He is actually a sword cultivator.

There were countless people coming and going in the villa these days, all of whom were handled by Li Yun. These people could not attract Cheng Qian to stop. There was only one reason why he raised the Frost Blade and slowly put it down - a group of masked men like black crows followed behind the carriage, and a flag of Tianyan was hung on the carriage.

An older monk was knocking at the door, speaking in a very literary manner. He presented the facts and reasoned, then talked about the world and the people. The gatekeeper of the villa was probably a puddle, and the stone plaque at the door was flickering with the unique Samadhi Fire of the Red Crane.

Shuikeng is very good at staying the same in the face of change. No matter what others say, she only has one sentence: "Please go back."

If Cheng Qian hadn't recognized her voice, he might have thought that there was a puppet inside that answered automatically.

The older cultivator looked a little helpless. The young sword cultivator next to him held his sword to his chest and said bluntly, "Brother, why waste time talking to them? These people are hiding in the mortal world. The so-called sword cultivator leader inside doesn't seem to have much ability. I think the person who set up the formation in this villa may not have the cultivation of the Yuanshen. Even if they break it open, who can stop them?"

"Shut up." The older man frowned and stopped him from speaking. He turned around and was about to scold him, but suddenly, his eyes froze and his hand involuntarily pressed on his long sword.

The young swordsman turned his gaze and saw a man standing on the top of a big tree not far away.

The man tapped his toes lightly on the treetops, and his robe sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a gray flag.

None of them knew when he came.

This person is Cheng Qian.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his expression was so indifferent that he didn't look like a living person. The young swordsman's eyes fell on the sword in his hand that was almost covered by the fluttering sleeves of his robe, and his pupils shrank involuntarily: "Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Qian suddenly raised his eyes.

But in a flash, Cheng Qian had floated down from the treetops and suddenly appeared in front of the sword cultivator. Then, a chill like ice and snow spread out. His every move was murderous, and the surrounding cultivators involuntarily took a big step back.

Cheng Qian sneered without even raising his eyelids: "You blocked my door and asked me who I am?"

Upon hearing this, the older cultivator hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I am Wu Changtian, the seal officer of the Tianyan Department. I have come to ask to see the head of your sect. May I know what is the name of this fellow Taoist?"

Cheng Qian had already prepared to play the villain for a long time, and immediately said: "What is Tianyan? I won't see you!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung out with his sleeves. Even though Wu Changtian dodged quickly, his chest was still hit by a cold and chilly true energy. He immediately felt half of his body frozen. He took several steps back and bumped heavily into the shaft of the carriage.

Cheng Qian glanced at him coldly: "Who is your Taoist friend?"

"You!" The young swordsman was furious and was about to draw his sword and rush forward.

The frost blade in Cheng Qian's hand flipped over with a crisp sound: "Want to fight? Then I, Cheng, am willing to accompany you for a while."

The three words "Cheng Moumou" were spoken, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. Wu Changtian already knew who he was, and hurriedly stopped his companions: "You Liang, retreat."

Cheng Qian swept his mocking eyes over the group of black crows in front of him, and suddenly revealed an extremely mean smile, and said: "Are you here for the Demon Dragon Han Yuan?"

Wu Changtian pushed the reluctant You Liang behind him and said with an apologetic smile: "That's right, this man is now showing signs of becoming the leader of all demons, and all the hidden demons are at his disposal. If we can't unite as one, I'm afraid there will be a great disaster in the world, and then..."

Wu Changtian raised his eyes and saw Cheng Qian's eyes full of ridicule, and he couldn't continue speaking for a while.

"Demon Dragon Han Yuan." Cheng Qian repeated his words in a low voice and said with a smile, "Master Wu, do you know why this man became a demon?"

Wu Changtian was stunned.

"Because when he was about ten years old, he was struck by a painting soul from your Tianyan senior Zhou Hanzheng. Do you know what karma is?" Cheng Qian's voice was very low, as if he didn't even want to waste the energy to speak in front of this group of people. "What did you say just now? Are you a Taoist?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, and the Frost Blade came out of its sheath with a "clang". A sword energy like a tide slashed through the air, drawing an arc several feet long on the ground. Several Tianyan monks who were standing nearby were all swept away by his sword, and for a moment they fell to the ground in a mess.

Cheng Qian's gaze was three times colder than the sword's light: "Take your dog and get out. Anyone who dares to step into this line will have to wait for a good rebirth in the next life."

At this moment, the door of the villa creaked open from the inside, and Shuikeng walked out, pretending to be a lady from a wealthy family, and bowed to the people outside: "Third brother, the head brother asked you to stop making trouble, come in quickly - everyone, our head brother is in seclusion these days and will not see outsiders, please forgive me, guests, please make yourselves at ease."

It can be heard that Shuikeng is not used to talking like this. She is a wild girl who flies around the mountains and fields with her wings flapping. It is really a bit reluctant for her to learn the people's false flattery. Cheng Qian changed his mind slightly and couldn't help but sigh.

Although the sect is in decline, it is always at the center of controversy.

He winked at the puddle, left an arrogant back, raised his hand to close the door of Fuyao Villa, and strode in.

Shuikeng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, trotted over, and chattered, "Little Senior Brother, how did you get back so quickly? Have you found a way to wake up the Senior Brother? I'm telling you, the Heart Demon Seal between his brows suddenly became shorter a few days ago for some reason. Do you think this is a good sign?"

Cheng Qian simply nodded and said, "Well, I will be in seclusion for about a hundred days. It's best not to let those people disturb me."

"Okay, I'll go talk to the second senior brother. He has a lot of tricks anyway," Shuikeng nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said, "Oh, little senior brother, you don't know that the eldest senior brother seems to be able to hear us talking to him!"

Cheng Qian's footsteps suddenly paused.

Shuikeng continued happily, "Do you think if I go talk to him more often, will it... Hey, little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think of the unbridled conversation he and Tang Zhen had in front of Yan Zhengming's bed. He felt a little guilty for some reason. He avoided Shuikeng's gaze, put his hand over his mouth, and coughed dryly, "Nothing."

At the same time, Cheng Qian thought silently for a moment. Their eldest senior brother had been unlearned since childhood. He was said to feel sleepy when he saw words because of the scriptures chanted by his master. Apart from the scriptures and mental methods of his own sect, he had never touched any other books. He should... he should not think too much about it, right?

Under Shuikeng's surprised gaze, the man who had just been killing everyone with the Frost Blade suddenly looked embarrassed, and ran away in a hurry as if his feet were greased.

The next day, Fuyao Villa seemed to be angered by Tian Yanchu who had been harassing them the day before, and the entire villa changed its defensive formation. It seemed that some ferocious thing had been added to the center of the originally gentle defensive formation. The formation suddenly changed, and it was faintly surrounded by a circle of oppressive murderous aura, which spread out unscrupulously, clearly intending to keep people away from it.

In the villa, the servants in the outer courtyard had been cleared out. Frost blades were hanging high in the courtyard, which was the core of the formation.

Li Yun couldn't help but wipe his sweat, and said to Tang Zhen beside him, "It's all thanks to Brother Tang's guidance, thank you very much."

"You don't have to be so polite, Fellow Daoist Li. I was just talking." Tang Zhen's eyes swept across the snow-white blade of the Frost Blade as he spoke, and he said with deep emotion, "The sword of 'Not a Good Death', probably only someone like your junior brother can wield such a rare and lethal weapon."

Li Yun sighed with his hands behind his back, "I'm always worried that he's too stubborn and too stubborn, and that he'll break easily."

Tang Zhen smiled and said, "Brother Li, you worry too much. Cultivators fight for their lives against the heavens, and those who are not persistent usually don't last long. People like him who refuse to give up until the last moment, don't they have a good character?"

Li Yun's brows were filled with more worry, and he said, "Practice is secondary, but I am worried...if things go against my wishes and something happens to Senior Brother, will Xiao Qian..."

When Tang Zhen heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly.

What will happen?

However, Li Yun swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Li Yun seemed to have just realized that the person beside him was Tang Zhen. He clasped his fists and said absentmindedly, "Alas, there are too many things to say. These are just trivial matters in our sect. I won't bother Brother Tang with them."

Tang Zhen said, "That's fine, but Fellow Daoist Cheng suddenly decided to go into seclusion without saying anything, and I don't know what he's going to do. Hey, Fellow Daoist Li, don't you think he's going to make a sword by himself? If he fails, I'm afraid that Master Yan's body won't last much longer. What will Fellow Daoist Li do then?"

Hearing this, Li Yun seemed to have no idea what was going on. He acted like a real loser in front of Tang Zhen, with a look of real helplessness written all over his face. He smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't know... To be honest with you, Brother Tang, our head brother is our backbone. Now that he has fallen, we are... Oh, I am really sorry to make you laugh, Brother Tang."

Tang Zhen stared at his face for a while and felt that among all the people of Fuyao Sect, Li Yun would be the softest one if a fight really started. But this man was as cunning as a honeycomb, and was very suspicious. The two chatted back and forth for a long time, but neither of them could find out the truth from the other.

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had returned to the Xiaoqing Anju in the bamboo forest for seclusion, was holding an ordinary wooden sword in his hand. The sword was only three feet long and extremely light. The wood grain was smooth and beautiful, and there was no trace of murderous aura.

Cheng Qian stood at the head of Yan Zhengming's bed, thinking of Shuikeng's words "he can hear it", and felt that he should say something to him, but there were too many words to say, and after screening them himself, he felt that most of them might not be appropriate to say.

Seeing a strand of hair on his face, Cheng Qian subconsciously wanted to reach out and brush it away. However, he didn't know if he had a sense of touch, so his hand paused in the air for a long time, and finally he didn't dare to let it go.

Finally, Cheng Qian spoke in a businesslike manner. His tone seemed even more abrupt than usual. "Brother, Shuikeng said you could hear me, so I'll make it short. In a few days, my spiritual consciousness may have to probe into your sword energy and inner palace. It may not be very comfortable. When the time comes, try not to stop me and make way. It may be a little cold, but staying alive is the most important thing. Do you hear me?"

After saying this in one breath, Cheng Qian seemed to have accomplished some great task. He quickly calmed himself down, placed the wooden sword on his knees, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

There were only a few people in Fuyao Villa, and Yan Zhengming could already tell who was coming by the sound of the door and footsteps.

Cheng Qian disappeared for several days before returning. Yan Zhengming was scratching his head, wondering where he had been. But after waiting in the inner palace for a long time, he received such a cold warning. The inner demons around him gathered around him and transformed into hundreds of appearances of Cheng Qian, which were all split apart by Yan Zhengming's soul.

The soul that was asked to “get out of the way when the time comes” thought angrily, “What a jerk of a junior brother!”

However, at this moment, Yan Zhengming keenly felt that he seemed to be surrounded by a sword intent. The sword intent was so familiar that he could recognize it with his eyes closed.

Fuyao wooden sword?

What is Xiao Qian planning to do next?

Cheng Qian collected his mind very quickly, and in a blink of an eye he had thrown aside everything that had just happened, and his consciousness sank into his inner palace.

The wooden sword on his knees seemed to be stimulated by something, slowly rising into the air and hanging above Cheng Qian's head. Suddenly, a faint stream of light swept across the ordinary wooden sword.

Cheng Qian's soul held a conjured sword in his inner palace, and just like when Master Mu Chun taught him sword skills, he performed the first move "A Long and Long Journey" very slowly. The wooden sword technique was the same as before, and gradually a sword intent that matched his state of mind emerged.

Cheng Qian practiced the first move over and over again, going through all the memories, trying to find the state of mind he had when he first practiced sword.

He had just entered the Dao, and was accidentally brought to the clouds above the back mountain by a puddle that did not understand human language. From a high vantage point, he saw countless relics in the mountains and heard the voices of his ancestors that had been passed down through the ages. His mind suddenly opened up, and it coincided with the word "Fuyao". From then on, he stepped into the Dao, and felt that the mountains were high and the waters were long, and the scenery was magnificent. He was like a curious child, with an innocent desire to bite off more than he could chew, and he picked up the relics everywhere...

After an unknown number of days, the movements of the soul that was practicing Peng Cheng Wan Li in the inner palace became faster and faster. Following Cheng Qian's will, the soul suddenly turned into his teenage appearance.

This sword move is successful!

But the sword is alive, and the sword intent is invisible. There is nothing to rely on, so how can they be injected into the wooden sword?

On his way back, Cheng Qian thought about this problem carefully, and finally this bachelor lived up to everyone's expectations and came up with a very cruel solution -

Just as his soul was moving like a flying swan in his inner palace with the sword, Peng Chengwanli's sword intent had been comprehended to the extreme. In an instant, a violent true energy suddenly rose up in Cheng Qian's inner palace, and rolled straight towards his own soul, cleanly and neatly chopped down the soul and his hand together with the sword.

The sword intent at that moment was still in the soul, and was cut off by Cheng Qian along with a part of his soul. He raised his hand and sent it into the wooden sword above his head. About one-fifth of the tail of the wooden sword suddenly began to glow, as if it was given life by something.

However, how could it be pleasant to have one's soul severed, even if it was just a small piece?

Cheng Qian only felt that his inner organs and sea of ​​consciousness were stirring painfully for a moment. He swallowed back a groan, and the bloody taste in his mouth went up from his throat, but was forcibly suppressed.

Cheng Qian did not stop. His soul in the inner palace transformed itself and once again produced a sword, and turned to "search up and down".

Then, "things went against one's will" and "prosperity leads to decline" - the five years of humiliation on Qinglong Island, the copper coins buried deep underground, the look that the devil dragon gave him from a height of ten thousand feet, Gu Yanxue's death, Tong Ru's decay with the grass and trees...

In a blink of an eye, ninety-nine and eighty-one days passed, and for the last move of returning to nature, Cheng Qian still involuntarily chose the move of "Dead Tree Resurrection". The sword intent actually flew out from his inner palace directly through the sea of ​​​​qi, and suddenly sank into the wooden sword that had become dazzling.

The spring flowers are like new leaves, and all things seem to be awakened again, starting the next year of endless life from the snow-covered mountains...

Unfortunately, such a magnificent scene only flashed by for a moment. The next moment, Cheng Qian's suicidal act of cutting off his soul without hesitation finally paid off. The wooden sword above his head suddenly lost its support and fell down. At the same time, he choked and coughed out a mouthful of blood that was stuck in his throat, and the wooden sword was immediately stained with blood.

All the flowers, vines and plants that grew in the bamboo forest and served as a decoration for Xiaoqing'an Residence withered in an instant.

Where life is cut off, the sword is completed.