The light of the sky gradually filtered through the shadows of the clouds, and the long smoke in the valley disappeared completely.

Cheng Qian knelt there for an unknown amount of time, not knowing how to get up or where to go after he got up.

In his mind there was the scene of his master shielding him from the rain on a rainy night, then the scene of his master chanting sutras on Fuyao Mountain with his head shaking, then his mind was filled with the Fuyao wooden sword, all connected together on its own, and it was demonstrated back and forth whether he wanted to see it or not.

Finally, they all fell into the vast and boundless world, lost and caught off guard.

Cheng Qian was like a fledgling bird that had just taken a test flight with trepidation and wanted to come back happily to seek praise, but found that his nest was gone. From now on, even if he could know everything and turn the world upside down, he would no longer get the gratifying praise he wanted.

Cheng Qian didn't want to admit that he was afraid, he thought he was just lonely.

Only then did Cheng Qian realize that he needed an enemy very much. As long as he had such an enemy, he would be able to establish a clear and powerful direction for himself in the next ten, twenty years or even his entire life. He could draw boundless strength from hatred and rely on this strength to move forward unswervingly.

But no.

The master seemed to have seen through him, anticipating what he would instinctively choose when he was most helpless, and therefore was perfectly prepared.

He did not reveal a word about the grievances between Mu Chun Zhenren and Jiang Peng, the unknown Bei Ming Jun Shizu, and the Four Saints and Five Saints. He stuffed all the stories into a copper coin and buried them in the soil, leaving Cheng Qian with nothing to feed hatred. He used good intentions to force him to throw away all his crutches and get up by himself after crying.

At the same time, Master Mu Chun also left him a tail that was neither too big nor too small - a puddle that was howling until it was out of breath.

With Shuikeng's current intelligence, she couldn't quite understand what was happening. She was so hungry that she looked for her master everywhere, but couldn't find him. There was only one senior brother, but he refused to pay attention to her.

Even though she was born tough and had no temper, she finally couldn't bear it anymore at this moment. Shuikeng realized that no one cared after she cried for a while, so she had to fend for herself. With tears in her eyes, she picked up the wooden sword that her master had conjured up and started to chew on it.

By the time Cheng Qian came to his senses and remembered her, she had already used her only five baby teeth to chew several holes on one side of the wooden sword.

Tian Yao's milk teeth are so strong and fierce, which is indeed extraordinary.

Cheng Qian quickly supported his numb knees, staggered for a while before getting up, and pried open Shuikeng's mouth: "Spit it out!"

The puddle spat two pieces of sawdust at him: "Ahhh!"

Then she was carried to a river by her senior brother, and was forced to rinse her mouth by holding her head. For the first time in her life, Shuikeng faced the "unreasonable" side of her third senior brother, and she immediately refused to do it.

Cheng Qian glared at her and said, "Don't cry."

The puddle screamed in protest, "Aaaaahhh!"

Cheng Qian was so heartless that he let her yell at him without even batting an eyelid.

Shuikeng wiped her tears silently for a while, but soon realized that it was useless to cry. Her master had gone somewhere, and there were only her and her third senior brother here. She had no place to complain, so she became more open-minded, stopped sobbing, and calmed down, hoping that her senior brother would have a change of heart and find her some food.

Even catching a fleshworm is fine.

Cheng Qian rescued the wooden sword that had been gnawed off by the puddle and washed it clean in the water. He was in no mood to coax the child, so he put her down by the river and warned her seriously, "Sit here and don't move."

After saying that, he rolled up his trouser legs, went into the water, and clumsily tried to catch the fish.

Shuikeng had no other advantages except that he knew the current situation. He immediately judged from his actions that he had a meal, so he sat by the river and waited silently, like a well-trained puppy.

But fish are not so easy to catch. Cheng Qian had never done such things as climbing up roofs to remove tiles or diving into water to catch fish when he was at home. It was even more impossible after he joined the sect. He had no experience in these things. Those creatures covered with scales slipped through his hands many times. Occasionally, one would deliberately wag its tail hard, and the hard scales scratched his hands several times.

As the sky gradually darkened, the puddle could no longer wait, and she finally curled up on the shore, thirsty and hungry, and fell asleep, with a finger involuntarily in her mouth.

Cheng Qian waded barefoot in the icy river water, glanced at her, straightened his aching waist with nothing to show for it, and lowered his head to lick the wound on his hand.

The master said that one day he would be able to soar into the sky and dive into the abyss, but he found that he couldn't even catch a fish.

He didn't know which plants in the Forget-Your-Sorrow Valley were poisonous, so he didn't dare to pick the fruits and leaves rashly, nor did he dare to provoke the birds and beasts rashly, because he was unarmed and it was not certain who would become whose snack.

He looked down on everyone all day long, always feeling that he was a great man in the future, but he couldn't even get anything to eat.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the surroundings were so quiet that it made people a little uneasy. In the distant mountains and forests, the roars of wild animals gradually came. Cheng Qian listened for a moment, frowned suddenly, and walked up the shore in two steps. He picked up Shuikeng who was sleeping in a daze, and at the same time clenched the wooden sword in his hand, thinking about where to find a safe place to spend the night.

In just a blink of an eye, the roars of the wild beasts that seemed far away became closer, one after another around him, as if he was surrounded by enemies, making Cheng Qian's nerves tense.

Cheng Qian did not dare to hesitate any longer and ran towards the upstream of the river carrying the water puddle. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the dense forest and fell straight in front of him, blocking his way. The heavy breathing became clearer in the darkness, and the green eyes stared menacingly at the two tender children.

Cheng Qian suddenly stopped, took a half step back and held his sword across his chest.

Then there were rustling noises all around, and in the blink of an eye, several big wolves jumped out from everywhere, surrounding Cheng Qian and the water pit tightly. Each of these wolves was as big as a foal, staring at the two of them with sharp eyes and sharp fangs.

Shuikeng curled up in Cheng Qian's arms without making a sound. At this moment, the half of her bloodline inherited from the Demon Queen had no deterrent effect on the wolves. Even if she was some ancient mythical beast, she was just a weaned cub at this moment. These big beasts with sharp teeth and sharp mouths were not afraid of her at all.

Cheng Qian held the wooden sword expressionlessly while surrounded by wolves. He knew that he could not show any fear in front of these beasts. Even a moment of weakness would be enough for the big wolves to tear him and his junior sister into rags.

Cheng Qian shook his wrist slightly, and took the starting position of the Fuyao wooden sword. At the same time, he whispered to the puddle in his arms: "Where are your wings? Let's fly away."

After hearing this, Shuikeng's face turned red, but no one knew whether she was too hungry to have any strength, or she was frightened by the big wolf and lost her composure for a moment. With a "snap", a pair of thin wings the size of a palm grew on her back. When they flapped, they could only be used as a poor fan.

Cheng Qian immediately thought it was not good. Sure enough, when the wolf saw Shuikeng's wings, it immediately saw through his weak disguise and purpose. It suddenly leaned down and growled softly, as if giving an order. The moment Cheng Qian leaned over, the muscles on his arms were already tense to the extreme. Then, he heard a gust of fishy wind blowing behind him. Cheng Qian turned around without thinking and sent the third move of Pengcheng Wanli vertically. The tattered wooden sword suddenly drew a sharp arc, accurately avoiding the claws of the beast, and fiercely stabbed the big wolf in the chin.

He had indeed put a lot of hard work into his sword skills. At least based on the two moves he had practiced, they were much better than those of his senior brother who did not understand them very well.

There was a sly flash in the eyes of the leader wolf, and he gave another order. Two big wolves on both sides immediately emerged from both sides, blocking his retreat route, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Cheng Qian was tortured to death by grievances, pain and self-abandonment. Now facing the greedy gaze of the big wolf, his anger was finally forced out.

On impulse, Cheng Qian went head-on to meet the enemy, and this impulse accidentally coincided with his previous feeling of "fearlessness in everything".

His mental skills and sword skills complement each other. The tattered wooden sword managed to spark a sharp edge. Peng Cheng Wanli's moves were still fresh. He suddenly let the hilt of the sword leave his hand and suddenly turned it into the Haichao Sword he had been practicing for fun. He used his elbow to support the sword's edge and rushed into the mouth of a big wolf without dodging.

The unstoppable sword edge collided violently with the fang, and Cheng Qian's sleeve was instantly broken into two pieces, leaving a half-inch deep wound from the wrist to the elbow.

The wolf screamed and Cheng Qian's flimsy wooden sword broke.

At this time, the second big wolf's claws had already arrived, and it was about to grab Shuikeng's head and neck. Cheng Qian quickly changed the hand that was holding Shuikeng, and regardless of the fact that the sword was broken, the remaining half swept across the big wolf's nose. The wolf's nose was severely injured, and it fell on its back, and at the same time, Cheng Qian was knocked back three or four feet.

The blood from Cheng Qian's injured arm immediately covered Shuikeng. The smell of blood made the little girl's face turn pale. She was shaking all over as if she was extremely scared. Before Cheng Qian had time to comfort her, he felt the girl in his hand get heavier. The next moment, she had been lifted up halfway - at this critical moment, Shuikeng spread her big wings, which sometimes worked and sometimes didn't.

The celestial demon raised its wings against the wind without any buffering, and pounced straight up into the sky. The gust of wind knocked the wolf over.

The leader wolf obviously had not expected this to happen. He roared angrily, leaped up, and tried to grab Cheng Qian's calf, but unfortunately it was out of reach. The leader wolf fell to the ground dejectedly, and turned around a few times in anger.

Cheng Qian, who still had murderous intent in his heart, looked down at the wolf leader's eyes in the moonlight. The wolf was startled and froze in place. After a moment, it slightly retracted its front legs, as if it was shrinking, and tucked its tail between its legs.

The puddle didn't carry Cheng Qian very far. After all, she was young and ran out of strength just after crossing the valley. They both fell on the hillside covered in dust.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and climbed up with the help of a half-broken wooden sword. He then tore a piece of wood from his clothes and hastily blocked his bleeding arm to avoid attracting more wild beasts.

He had to make a fire, find food, choose a place to spend the night, and be alert to the surrounding environment at all times. At this time, his hand was wounded and painful, and he was covered in cold dew. He was accompanied by a little sister who could not take care of herself.

Walking in the crisis-ridden Wangyou Valley, Cheng Qian found that he had no time to ponder the love-hate relationship between his master and those evil cultivators, nor did he have time to be lonely and confused.

The most urgent thing was that he had to get out of this unknown valley and return the leader's seal and his junior sister to the sect.

On the coast of the East China Sea, after the storm at sea, the talents from Qinglong Island finally arrived.

Since the master had never told his disciples what organization the people on Qinglong Island belonged to, nor had he ever introduced to his disciples who the powerful people were, Yan Zhengming had no intention of paying respect or currying favor with them.

The wind and waves had not subsided yet, but he had already ordered the Taoist children to release all the small boats on the big ship and go into the sea to rescue people.

Li Yun and Han Yuan all gathered in the cabin, and together they started to turn out all the books that Cheng Qian always kept with him in his luggage. Yan Zhengming was circling around anxiously like a donkey pulling a millstone, gesticulating, "Look for the books about talismans. Han Yuan, don't look through that pile. He hasn't untied the books over there yet, so he may not have read them. Hurry up!"

"Don't rush me, I think I saw it..." Li Yun raised a hand, "Big Brother, do you think this is it?"

Yan Zhengming immediately threw the book in his hand aside, came over and snatched it away, and read it carefully against the instructions about the tracking symbol in the book: "What the hell, is this the book?"

Han Yuan asked anxiously: "What did it say?"

"above……"

At this moment, a Taoist boy suddenly rushed in breathlessly and interrupted him: "Master, there is a real person looking for you."

"What are you arguing about? The people are gone. We are busy!" Yan Zhengming waved his hand without raising his head, and then read the notes in the book to Li Yun and Han Yuan, "It says here that there is a connection between the person who carved the talisman and the tracking talisman. I carved that thing myself, and it was like farting after I carved it. What is the connection?"

After hearing this, Li Yun's face changed: "Senior Brother..."

Yan Zhengming: "Don't hesitate, what do you want to say?"

Li Yun: "Have you ever thought that the tracking symbol we used at that time might not have been successful?"

Yan Zhengming was stunned. After a while, he said hesitantly, "But a small copper coin..."

He slapped himself on the forehead in annoyance - it was all Cheng Qian's fault, because he always acted like "I may not show off my talents but I am reliable", which made him trust a newbie without even thinking twice!

If that bastard Cheng Qian was really reliable, how could he be missing now?

At this time, another Taoist child ran in, holding a tattered ribbon in his hand, and said in shock: "Master, they fished out this..."

Li Yun's pupils shrank, and he snatched it away: "This is what I tied around my junior sister's waist. The tracking symbol in the middle is missing!"

Several young men in the cabin looked at each other in confusion.

Suddenly, a woman interrupted with a gruff voice and asked, "Tracking charm? What tracking charm?"

Li Yun turned around and saw that Tang Wanqiu, who looked like a drowned chicken, had arrived on their boat at some point and was looking at the ribbon.

What is she here for?

Li Yun was a little stunned, and greeted him with courtesy as a junior, "Master Tang."

Yan Zhengming glared at the Taoist boy who was kicked out after the first announcement, stepped over Li Yun, and openly put the blame on his own Taoist boy: "Why didn't you announce the arrival of the senior? What's the point of having you here?"

Tang Wanqiu waved her hands, not seeming to care. She pulled the silk strip out of Li Yun's hand, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Isn't this your master's thing?"

At this juncture, Yan Zhengming had no patience to chat with her. But Tang Wanqiu was also a senior, so he had to deal with her. He had to suppress his anxiety and said, "This belongs to our little sister. She is still young, and we are afraid that she will get lost when we go out, so we hang it on her just in case. Please forgive me, my master doesn't know where he is now. How about you come in and have a cup of tea first?"

He didn't control his mouth when he said the last sentence, and it sounded like an order to leave.

Fortunately, Tang Wanqiu herself was not very sensitive, like a straightforward woman, and she didn't notice his impoliteness at all.

Tang Wanqiu said, "I think you should stop looking. The talismans you carved would have been blown to pieces by those two big demons long ago."

Yan Zhengming: “…”

Why are you bringing up things that are not relevant? Did this woman come here on purpose to cause trouble for them?

Judging people by their appearance does make sense sometimes. A person who doesn't even care about her own image - especially a woman - must have a hidden secret, or else she is most likely someone like Master Tang who is eccentric and never cares about other people's feelings.

Yan Zhengming looked at Tang Wanqiu's square face with a chin wider than her forehead, and felt extremely annoyed. He thought about how to get rid of her as soon as possible. Before he could figure out how to start, Tang Wanqiu seemed to be even more impatient than him. Without even a word of courtesy or comfort, she went straight to the point and said, "The owner of Qinglong Island ordered me to invite you to the island. Come with me."

Yan Zhengming: “…”

Li Yun knew his senior brother's bad temper, and fearing that he might offend Master Tang with his rude words, he hurriedly stepped forward and whispered, "Senior brother."

However, to his surprise, Yan Zhengming did not jump up and down on the spot, nor did he get angry. He lowered his eyelids and thought for a moment, then asked, "Why did the island master condescend to meet us juniors? Could it be that he knows our master?"

Tang Wanqiu raised his thick eyebrows, and each eyebrow seemed to say, "Nonsense, what else?"

Yan Zhengming's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly said, "But my master is missing just now, can I ask the island owner for help..."

"I'm already looking for it, let's go."