Yan Zhengming sighed, he looked back, through the stone mustard, he saw the puddle bird curiously perched on Cheng Qian's shoulder, the two were studying the scroll at Tianyan together, and had no intention of taking it back for the time being.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and pinched his nose bridge as if extremely tired.

Yan Zhengming had always been handsome since childhood, as if he had walked out of a painting. But when he closed his eyes, he looked different and more like a stone sculpture.

Mountain streams gurgle in the spring, and the fragrance of flowers and plants on both sides of the river fills the air.

In autumn, the water level drops and the rocks become visible.

Li Yun asked, "What did Xiao Qian say to you in the Heart Demon Valley?"

Yan Zhengming's expression shifted slightly.

"Oh," Li Yun immediately understood, and he used a vulgar and explicit look to poison Yan Zhengming from head to toe, "Master Brother, please stop taking advantage of others. You have never been lucky in your life, and now you get what you want, and you are so happy..."

Li Yun paused, thought for a moment, and quickly found a statement that he thought was the most accurate: "...in a state of panic."

Yan Zhengming: “…”

As a mysophobe, Yan Zhengming could tolerate all the bad things about Li Yun, but he could not tolerate this jerk associating himself with such obscene words. For a moment, Yan Zhengming felt that he would dirty his tongue if he spoke to this person, so he planned to use force directly.

"Slow!" Li Yun raised one hand to cover his head, then he folded the piece of paper stained with fresh ink, carefully put it away in his arms, and after finishing, he took a deep breath and patted his chest with satisfaction, as if he had obtained a life-saving talisman.

Li Yun snorted, "Hit me? Think carefully, Master Brother. I still have the leverage over you. Remember to be nice to me in the future. Otherwise, if you're not careful, you might scare my fragile heart. Oh, this note might get to Xiao Qian!"

What's the point of keeping a junior brother like this?

Yan Zhengming thought grimly in his heart: "It's better to fatten it up a bit and kill it for meat during the New Year."

Cheng Qian was completely unaware of the undercurrents between the two. He took the scroll from Zhe Shi, who pretended not to know him, and felt a mixture of emotions.

Although Zhe Shi had learned through various channels that Cheng Qian had come back to life, this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes in such a long time.

He presented the two scrolls with both hands, looked at Cheng Qian silently for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned red as he turned his back to others. Then, Zhe Shi took a step back, bowed deeply with his hands clasped, and when he raised his head again, he had returned to his calm and expressionless state.

Because Yan Zhengming was particularly difficult to serve when he was young, among the many Taoist children, Zheshi was also particularly careful. Cheng Qian remembered that he was not talkative, and not as friendly as Xueqing. He did everything neatly and had little sense of existence. Over the years, his appearance had not changed much. It seemed that he had helplessly followed the eldest brother to pour tea and wipe the bench yesterday, but now... everything has changed.

Cheng Qian calmly put the thing that Zhu Shi stuffed into his hand into his sleeve, and maintained his usual inhuman expression as he opened one of the scrolls. It was empty except for a huge demon-killing seal.

Tianyan sent out two scrolls, which means that the Fuyao sect will send out two people.

Cheng Qian sneered with difficulty and said to Zheshi, "When Lord Wu of your faction plots against people, he really pays attention to every detail and leaves no fish unpunished."

At this time, a burst of rapid drumbeats was heard not far away, and at the foot of Taiyin Mountain, an artificial barrier suddenly rose up, as if a mountain was pulled up out of thin air.

Ten-square formation!

Wu Changtian said loudly: "Fellow Daoist who received the Demon-Exorcist Seal, please take a rest and enter the formation at midnight tonight! Mr. Tang, please come over here."

When Cheng Qian and Shuikeng returned to the mustard seed, Yan Zhengming and Li Yun had already put on a nonchalant look.

As soon as he saw Cheng Qian coming back, Yan Zhengming took the initiative to greet him, "Xiao Qian, come here."

Cheng Qian glanced at him suspiciously, suspecting that he had done something wrong - otherwise why was he unable to coax her just now, but now he was taking the initiative to show goodwill?

Fortunately, now is not the time to worry about these trivial matters, so Cheng Qian did not pursue the matter.

Heshi stuffed two rings into his hands. Li Yun took them, touched the edges, and soon discovered the secret inside. He gently bent them, and the rings opened from the middle.

This object is ingeniously designed. When turned over, there is a small mirror on the inner wall.

Li Yun exhaled, then wiped it with his hand, and saw that the mirror was emitting light by itself, and there seemed to be a shadow flashing inside. He hurriedly found a piece of rice paper and let the light from the mirror fall on the white paper. A line of handwriting jumped in the light and appeared on the paper: "Someone has tampered with it..."

The words on it flashed and disappeared one by one, and when they were connected, it read: "Someone has tampered with it. When I counted the spirit stones for the formation, I found that they did not match the normal consumption of the Ten Direction Formation. A lot of them were missing for unknown reasons, and I could not find out who it was. There were no traces of other formations around. The person who tampered would not covet those broken spirit stones. He either secretly modified the Ten Direction Formation or set up other formations nearby. It's just that my cultivation is low and I can't detect it. This person's methods are so secretive that I have never seen them before. In addition, there is someone from Wu Changtian among the Nine Saints of Nightmare Walker, but I don't know who it is. There is a secret mirror on the ring. After entering the formation, break it open, and you can see the scene outside the formation in the secret mirror. I hurriedly remind you that there are many omissions, so be careful."

The Ten Directions Formation was jointly set up by both parties. It was impossible for Tian Yan to bribe all the demon cultivators. Both parties were keeping an eye on each other. Later, Tang Zhen, the notary, verified it and found that there was not much room for tampering with the Ten Directions Formation.

"Then it is more likely that there is another formation outside the formation..." Li Yun frowned and said, "But it's strange, if the righteous side wins in the end, then the formation outside the formation will be useless? If the winner is the demon cultivators, then once the formation outside the formation attacks them, Tian Yan will have violated the blood oath. Those who violate the blood oath will be retaliated tenfold. Wouldn't they be hurting the enemy by a thousand and losing eighty thousand themselves? Unless... this formation outside the formation is not aimed at the demon cultivators at all."

If it's not against the demon cultivators, then of course it's against the other party.

Yan Zhengming tapped the edge of the white paper with his old fan and said, "Throw a group of bloodthirsty monks into the same formation, let them fight to the death, and the winner comes out and is trapped in the formation outside the formation. This sounds familiar to me."

The puddle asked, "What is it?"

Yan Zhengming: "Like raising a Gu."

Shuikeng shuddered immediately. As a bird, she was afraid of insects. She was really unique. She rubbed the goose bumps on her body and asked, "But isn't Wu Changtian also in there? They just ignore him?"

"The internal fighting in Tianyan is like a black-eyed chicken. They may not be from the same faction." Cheng Qian crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, "That means they have to prepare to break the formation again. I only know the basics of the formation. I can't understand something so complicated."

Yan Zhengming: "Don't look at me, I don't understand either."

Li Yun scratched his hair vigorously: "I am...sigh, but I am outside the formation and can't help."

Yan Zhengming said: "This is easy. Do you still have the Golden Clam Divine Water? Drink a bowl yourself, and I can hide you in my sleeve and bring you in."

After saying that, he seemed to imagine himself holding a toad in his arms, and immediately changed his words and said, "Forget it, let's just go with the small submersible."

Li Yun grinned and pounded his chest.

"..." Yan Zhengming intimidated him with his eyes for a moment without changing his expression, and finally gave in. "Well, if you really don't want to, then think of other ways."

Li Yun said seriously: "Although I can't get in, there is someone who can."

As soon as he said this, the others understood without any explanation. The only one who was in the formation and understood the formation was Han Yuan.

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment: "It seems that it is not impossible... I am just afraid that I won't be able to touch it."

Although Han Yuan might not necessarily be willing to cooperate, in everyone's mind, he was trustworthy. Even if they were in a different camp, he was still "one of us".

Yan Zhengming sighed slightly and said, "Take out whatever you have."

The True Dragon Flag, powerful talismans collected from all over the place, elixirs, night-light seals, guiding worms and other items were piled up in a pile.

Yan Zhengming took inventory and explained to Cheng Qian in detail the uses of the rare items. He then became a little worried - although he didn't lose everything he had, he still spent a lot of money, and he probably wouldn't be able to get Tianyan to pay him back afterwards.

"If we continue to lose money like this, our family will be wiped out." Yan Zhengming thought, "Now that this matter is over, I might as well take advantage of the chaos to make some more money."

It's really sad to think that a good swordsman is always thinking about money.

In the blink of an eye, it was midnight.

As the weather deepened and the dew got heavier, the Ten Direction Formation looked even more ethereal.

Han Yuan was the first to stand up. Behind him, a furious black dragon flashed, leaving a long winding shadow on the ground. In an instant, all the fires around him were extinguished. The monks were terrified. Half of Han Yuan's face was hidden in the shadows. He tilted his head and smiled innocently, looking indescribably unruly.

The Nine Saints of Nightmare followed behind him, and this group of demon cultivators, who seemed to be in harmony but were actually at odds, were the first to enter the formation.

People outside could not see the Ten Direction Formation. There were only two rows of candles at the door, a total of twenty candles on both sides.

As the ten people entered, the ten candles on one side suddenly lit up, and the heavy metal base was instantly filled with black air, making the coiled dragons on the candles look like they were carved alive, with ferocious fangs and black air rising straight into the sky.

There was a strong wind in the mountains at night, but the candle flame seemed to be growing on the candle. No matter how hard you blew, it didn't move at all, creating a sense of weirdness and solemnity out of nowhere.

At this time, the righteous monks who got the scroll came out one after another. This group of people were confused in spirit and appearance, and all of them had cold faces. They didn't even look at Wu Changtian who was guarding in front of the formation, and walked in one after another.

As they walked in one by one, the ten candles in another row were lit up one by one. The candles on this side were much plainer, just ordinary white candles, standing in a crooked row, as if they were mourning someone.

Just as Cheng Qian was about to step in, Yan Zhengming suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand, pulled off the old hairband on Cheng Qian's head, and pulled out a new one from his arms. Then, like an ordinary mortal, he held the hairband in his mouth, gathered his five fingers together, and began to gather Cheng Qian's hair and tied it up, without revealing the aura of the puppet talisman.

Yan Zhengming looked at Cheng Qian for a while, and he wanted to hug him. However, in public, he had to quietly retract his hands and said, "I think there may not be only one entrance to the Ten Square Formation. After entering, no one may find each other. You better be careful... What are you looking at? Do you know I'm good to you now? Don't make me angry a few times in the future."

When Cheng Qian looked at him, he simply thought he was nagging. He felt that if he continued like this, "Empress Yan" would soon become "Yan Niang".

...However, in order not to further anger the senior brother, Cheng Qian was very smart and did not say it.

As the two men passed by Wu Changtian without looking away, Wu Changtian suddenly called out to Yan Zhengming, "Master Yan, please slow down."

Yan Zhengming turned his head, raised one eyebrow, spun the bamboo fan in his hand, and said with a fake smile: "What can I do for you?"

Wu Changtian said, "My junior brother You Liang has been studying hard since the day he entered the sword path. He has never been lazy for a moment. He has never been involved in these messy matters before. He is still a teenager. If Master Yan thinks that he has decent aptitude, when Wu martyrs, can Master Yan reluctantly discipline him?"

Yan Zhengming actually had some favorable impressions towards the young swordsman who looked like a greenhorn. After all, swordsmen who cultivated Yuanshen were rare, and except for eccentrics like him, most of them were mentally strong and had few distracting thoughts.

However, he did not show his small affection, but replied coldly: "When did the Fuyao Sect become a rag collector? Besides, we are just a small poor family, and we dare not touch the talented disciples of your Tianyan. Isn't Gu Yanxue's fate a lesson for us?"

After saying that, Yan Zhengming didn't even look at Wu Changtian, and pulled Cheng Qian and said, "Let's go."

Cheng Qian couldn't help but look at Wu Changtian a little more. When monks talk about the end of life, they usually say "fallen", or like mortals, they use words like "death" or "no longer in this world", and the word "martyrdom" is rarely heard.

I always feel that something is unusual.

Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming clearly entered the Ten Directions Formation one after the other, but after they entered, neither of them saw each other. As Yan Zhengming expected, the entrance inside was not facing one side.

It was so quiet in the array that I could hear my own heartbeat. The layout was like a coffin that was big at one end and small at the other. It was eerie, with bare walls on all four sides. There was a long and narrow path that led to nowhere, and it was pitch black in front.

Cheng Qian held the Frost Blade Sword and walked forward along the path.

Suddenly, there was a faint light flash in the darkness. Cheng Qian paused and saw a figure standing silently on one side.

Are there any demon cultivators waiting here?

Cheng Qian frowned, clasped his fists in front of his chest, and politely bowed. The man didn't say a word and bowed to him in the same way. Cheng Qian calmly scanned the area with his spiritual sense - there was no one there.

He took a few tentative steps forward, but the entire path was filled with only the sound of his footsteps, which made his scalp tingle involuntarily. Cheng Qian made a hand gesture, and a cluster of cold firelight floated about an inch above his fingers, and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

I saw a mirror in the corner.

It was unknown what the mirror was made of, but it was completely different from an ordinary bronze mirror. The person's reflection was almost clearly visible in it. Cheng Qian seldom looked in the mirror, and had never looked at himself so carefully.

The person in the mirror also held a cluster of fire in his hand, and the mirror surface did not scatter the light like ordinary bronze mirrors. The person's eyebrows and eyes seemed familiar at first glance, but seemed a little strange upon closer inspection.

But how could there be a mirror here?

Just when he was wondering, the person in the mirror suddenly moved by himself!

"He" slowly raised his head and smiled at Cheng Qian, with the sides of his slightly pointed and thin lips raised, looking particularly malicious, and there was not a trace of smile lines at the slightly upturned corners of his eyes, and his gaze was like a deep pool.

Cheng Qian: “…”

It was the first time he knew that he could be so spooky.

However, despite being shocked, Cheng Qian did not hesitate to draw out the Frost Blade and swung it at the mirror.

The person in the mirror suddenly jumped out from the mirror. His height, attire... even the small wound on his neck left by the Demon-Slaying Formation were all exactly the same!

What’s even more terrible is that he was holding an identical frost blade in his hand!

The mirror shattered into pieces behind the person in the mirror, but his movements were not restricted at all.

Which of the Nine Saints is this? What strange technique does he use?

The next moment, two identical swords clashed in mid-air, making a teeth-grinding sound, and even the sword moves seemed like they were taught by the same master!

However, after this fight, Cheng Qian felt relieved - he knew the strength of the man in front of him after the fight. Not only was he inferior to him, but he had only learned the basics of sword moves, and his sword intent was completely different. This showed that the strange mirror was really the work of an evil cultivator, and the man in front of him was just a layer of his own skin.

After being knocked away by the sword, the man in the mirror stumbled a bit before landing, glancing coldly at Cheng Qian, with a dark aura lingering between his slender eyebrows, which made Cheng Qian feel very uncomfortable. He was just planning to make a quick decision and finish this thing off completely, when suddenly, the surroundings became bright.

There were several rows of shelves covered with black cloth neatly arranged on all sides. Then, all the black cloths fell down, revealing a dozen full-length mirrors, each facing another. This was really life-threatening - countless reflections of Cheng Qian were reflected in them!

Cheng Qian's scalp was tingling when he heard a "gurgling" sound, as if something came out of the water. Then, a large group of people in the mirror who looked exactly like him walked out of the mirror holding mirror swords. They came in an endless stream, and in an instant they formed a sea of ​​people beside him.

Cheng Qian: “…”

This kind of evil cultivator should be dealt with by his senior brother. Maybe he can even cure his bad habit of looking at himself in the mirror when he has nothing to do!