When Cheng Qian woke up, he was already inside the stone mustard seed.

The sun had not yet risen to the zenith, and the stone mustard seed had turned into the small courtyard that was stretched out beside the Vermillion Bird Pagoda. The green shade concealed the bloody atmosphere, making it like a brief paradise.

A hand rested on his forehead.

Cheng Qian pulled the hand down, opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the lap of his senior brother.

There were several new small wounds on Yan Zhengming's palms. Looking closely, there were calluses left by holding the sword for a long time, as if covered with years of wind and frost. Now only the back of his hand that looked smooth was left, and he was still pretending to be at ease.

Yan Zhengming let him hold it, but didn't respond in a good way. He raised his eyebrows, made an impatient expression, and said, "Get up quickly when you wake up. Your legs are numb from being pressed down by you."

Cheng Qian felt so weak that he leaned on his thighs and looked at him intently.

Yan Zhengming felt uncomfortable with his blunt gaze, so he said, "You almost froze into a zombie, didn't you? I'll see if you can do it again next time..."

Cheng Qian suddenly didn't know what was wrong with him. He put his hand to his mouth without saying hello and kissed the back of his hand gently.

Yan Zhengming could no longer criticize her. He took a small, restrained breath and shuddered slightly. He managed to maintain the illusion of calmness with his tongue tied for a moment and he felt a little "tender on the outside and burnt on the inside".

He grunted for a long while and whispered, "I don't think you are seriously injured, and you still want to tease the leader."

When Master Yan said this, his face was expressionless, and his look was dignified and somewhat solemn, as if he was ready to go and perform the task of liberating the souls of the dead right away. However, his voice was so gentle that it could squeeze water out of it, and his seriousness revealed a very distracted mind.

The implication is that he just hates to be teased again.

It's a pity that Cheng Qian didn't have that kind of romantic character. He held his heart full of true feelings in his left hand and held the romantic ideas he talked about on paper in his right hand, and in the middle they became a wooden stake that stood upright.

Mu Tou Zhuangzi didn't respond, but turned over and hugged Yan Zhengming's waist, burying himself under his chest.

The mustard seed was peaceful and quiet. Cheng Qian's mind first flashed through the chaos outside. What was the "Ten Directions' Oath", what was "Listen to the Universe", what was the righteous path and the evil path... Thousands of troubles lined up and whizzed through his mind. Cheng Qian, who was exhausted, swept them away with one sleeve. He thought to himself: "Who cares? I'm going to get some sleep first."

The familiar smell of Yan Zhengming was mixed with a hint of bitter medicinal fragrance. Cheng Qian nestled in his arms, his heart calm and clear. He couldn't help but think of the absurd dream at noon in Fuyao Villa.

Growing up, the only couples he had seen were farmers and village women living together. Those ordinary people were always quarreling and quarreling, and there was no special love between them. In these years, Cheng Qian was either practicing in seclusion or in seclusion, or wandering around in the world. He didn't even have time to learn how to be ignorant, but he was forced to do it and poured a pot of human love on his head.

Cheng Qian could only rely on himself, groping around like a headless fly.

Yan Zhengming was caught off guard by this and his two arms were immediately hung to one side. He was frozen for a moment with no place to support himself. He found that Cheng Qian had no intention of letting him go, so he asked with amusement and helplessness: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, half-opened his eyes dazedly, with a faint and lazy smile in his eyes, and glanced at Yan Zhengming: "Senior Brother..."

Yan Zhengming: “…”

He was captivated by Cheng Qian's glance and couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate. However, after waiting for a long time, Cheng Qian didn't say anything. When he looked again, Cheng Qian was silent.

Fell asleep?

Yan Zhengming then realized that he had been making a big fuss. He carefully put down his hands, which had nowhere to go. He placed one hand on Cheng Qian's waist and the other hand gathered his hair that had fallen on his knees. He said to himself, "You yelled and didn't say anything. You are really getting more and more presumptuous."

Just as he said this, Cheng Qian, who should have been asleep, suddenly spoke. He said very softly but definitely: "I don't know how to treat you well, but no matter what, I will never let you down."

Yan Zhengming: “…”

When he heard this, he was stunned for a long time, and asked like a sleepwalker: "What did you say?"

It was enough to say the important things once. Cheng Qian refused to say anything more. He hugged him tighter with both hands and tilted his head slightly. This time he was really going to sleep.

Yan Zhengming, however, kept grabbing his shoulders and chattering, "Tongqian, what did you just say? Say it to me again!"

Cheng Qian was abruptly woken up by him several times, and he was very annoyed. He thought to himself: "It's so noisy, will I be allowed to shut up?"

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them. Cheng Qian was shocked to find that one day he would not have the heart to scold him.

Cheng Qian then raised a finger to his mouth, still with his eyes closed, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a half-smile.

Yan Zhengming's eyes suddenly felt hot and he held his breath in his chest for a while, and it actually started to hurt slightly.

He always suspected that Li Qian of the Heart Demon Valley did that only because he had glimpsed his inner demons and that it was a temporary measure to prevent him from being trapped by them. He might not be sincere about these things, nor might he really understand them.

Even if he is sincere, won’t he regret it if it delays his practice in the future?

Until he heard these words, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that even if Xiao Qian really got tired of him one day, holding on to these words would be enough to support him throughout his long career as a monk.

Besides, Cheng Qian always keeps his promises, and no one in the world knows this better than him.

The Ten Direction Formation under Mount Taiyin finally became a farce.

No one knew what magical object Tang Zhen's big Bagua plate was made of. It did not break even after the Ten Directions Formation was broken. It fell leisurely from the sky and landed on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The blood oath is still there, so according to the agreement, the current situation is that the demon cultivators have lost.

Unfortunately, no one has time to discuss the win or loss for the time being.

The Third Prince exploded and died, the Bone Dissolving Formation was broken, and the cultivators who had recovered their breath rushed forward and captured Xuan Huang, who had been in a stalemate with Tang Zhen for a while.

After it was over, everyone looked at each other with hatred in their hearts, not knowing where to start talking about the matter.

It was Tian Yan who used the ancient demon-killing seal to force all the major sects here to fight the demon cultivators. Although this battle started off well but ended badly, many masters were trapped and died in the Ten Directions Formation. In the middle of the battle, Tian Yan's rebels set up a trap and buried the Bone-Dissolving Formation. The Third Prince instigated the spies lurking in the various sects to turn against them, and killed more people than those who died in the Ten Directions Formation. This was another blood debt that could never be collected.

But... in the end, it was still Tian Yan's people who broke the formation with their own bodies and released everyone from the Bone-Dissolving Formation.

A love triangle is already stressful enough, let alone a triangle of hatred.

The area below Taiyin Mountain was in ruins. Some were collecting corpses, some were healing the wounded. The Nine Saints were dead, and most of the demon cultivators were injured. They were leaderless, and fearing that they would suffer losses, they all left.

According to the agreement, Han Yuan should have gone to the capital with Tian Yanchu, but there were basically few people left in the Tian Yanchu after the infighting - Wu Changtian was dead, Xuan Huang was arrested by all the major sects and punished, You Liang took away Wu Changtian's clothes in a daze and disappeared, leaving only a bunch of small fish and shrimps, and even with the blood oath, no one really dared to provoke him.

This made Han Yuan, the world's number one devil, squat at the door of Shijiezi out of boredom, neither going in nor walking far.

Li Yun came out of the stone mustard seed and looked at him for a while with mixed feelings. He raised his hand and held it in the air for a long time before putting it down sadly - he was a little dazed, but the person in front of him was no longer the child who had followed him to dig out the bird's nest.

Han Yuan turned around and looked at him when he heard the voice, but said nothing.

Li Yun: "What are you going to do?"

Han Yuan thought about it calmly, and asked with a hint of sarcasm: "Does what I say count?"

Li Yun was speechless for a moment, and Han Yuan asked again: "Is Cheng Qian still alive?"

Li Yun: "...He is just exhausted. He will be able to recover after a while."

Han Yuan sneered, "Really? I saw your Sect Leader Yan was so anxious just now, as if his wife was about to give birth."

Li Yun: “…”

Han Yuan looked up at the small courtyard formed by the stone mustard seed and saw Shuikeng sitting on the wall from a distance, looking at him but not coming over.

Maybe there was nothing to say, or maybe she was afraid of him.

Who told him to pull out her bones?

Han Yuan sneered, seemingly at himself and cynically. Feeling that he might be a nuisance here, he turned around and walked towards the remnants of the Ten Direction Formation.

Li Yun hesitated for a moment, then suddenly called out to him.

Li Yun seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, just like when he admitted at the mountain pond that he had deliberately tricked Han Yuan into the back mountain, and just now he said: "Do you know that Fuyao Mountain has not been opened until now because Master added the three locks of heaven, earth and man to the head seal?"

Han Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him coldly, as if to say, "This is your sect's internal matter, what does it have to do with me?"

Li Yun looked at him steadily and said, "To open the human lock, we need the true energy of five of us—five people, including you."

Han Yuan was surprised at first, and then his face twitched slightly, as if he had been slapped in the face by the person closest to him. A feeling of grievance welled up in his heart, but he had no one to vent.

Li Yun lowered his voice and asked, "Xiao Yuan, was the Three Lives Secret Realm really what fell out of the Third Prince's sleeve? What did you see in it?"

Han Yuan sneered: "Are you happy to see all of you dead?"

After hearing these cold words that sounded like a stranger to him, Li Yun remained silent for a while, but there was a sadness on his face.

At this time, the puddle on the stone mustard wall suddenly spoke: "The Three Lives Secret Realm is the way of heaven. My Fuyao sect has always followed the way of man. We have nothing to do with those irrelevant things. Whoever believes in who... whoever... uh, that, that what..."

The last word was obviously quite indecent, and Shuikeng didn't dare to say it out loud, and just mumbled and got away with it.

Neither the previous words nor the rude remarks afterwards sounded like her tone. Han Yuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly after hearing this and said, "Tell Sect Leader Yan to mind his own business for me."

After saying that, he took a few steps, then suddenly stopped. In the blink of an eye, his body changed its owner again.

Han Yuan even turned around and smiled at Li Yun, then took out a palm-sized scale from his arms and said, "Second Brother, please pass this to the eldest brother."

Li Yun reached out and took the dragon scale that flew towards him. The dragon scale seemed to be dyed with ink, glowing faintly in the sunlight. When he placed his hand on it, he could feel the true energy flowing faintly inside.

After Han Yuan finished speaking, he strode onto the high platform of the remaining Ten Direction Formation and sat down cross-legged as if no one was around, as if he was challenging the entire world with his own actions - I'm here, what can you do to me?

Li Yun held the black dragon scale in his hand and looked at it for a while, then waved towards the puddle and said, "Send it to the head brother."

Shuikeng asked curiously, “Why don’t you go?”

Li Yun unreasonably stuffed the black dragon scale into her hands and said sternly, "Go quickly. Can't your senior brother still order you around?"

The puddle inexplicably picked up the black dragon scale, flipped into the stone mustard, and rushed straight in.

But she saw something she shouldn't have seen as soon as she entered - Cheng Qian was lying in a lousy manner on the eldest brother's lap, his body was covered with blood and dirt, and there were also burnt spots. And the eldest brother, who would have screamed for a long time if others didn't wash their hands, actually bent down without hesitation and kissed him between the eyebrows.

Shuikeng had one leg stuck on the threshold, unable to move forward or backward. He held up the black dragon scale as if swearing, and froze in place.

She thought to herself, "I'm going to get stye... No, I'm going to be silenced!"

Yan Zhengming seemed to have found the greatest support in the world. He looked up at the puddle almost calmly, and asked in a natural and low voice, "What's the matter?"

Shuikeng met his gaze, shuddered violently, and blurted out: "I...I will not let Li Yun go even if I become a ghost!"

Yan Zhengming: “…”

Shuikeng came to his senses and quickly put down the black dragon scale: "Oh, no, Fourth Brother asked me to bring it to you."

Yan Zhengming nodded: "Did you say what I asked you to say to him?"

"...I told you," Shuikeng said, "Fourth Senior Brother asked me to tell you to mind your own business."

Yan Zhengming snorted, probably cursing something, looked up and saw Shuikeng still staring at them, so he coughed dryly and asked, "What are you looking at? What else do you want?"

This shout seemed to frighten Shuikeng's fragile heart. She shuddered and ran away without saying a word... and even tripped over the threshold before leaving.

Han Yuan sat on the remains of the Ten Direction Formation for three days, but the crowd still hadn't come up with a plan. The Demon Dragon was like a hot potato. Before it was caught, everyone wanted to kill it immediately. But after it was caught, no one knew how to deal with it.

Han Yuan traveled all the way north from southern Xinjiang, causing rivers of blood along the way and causing a turbulent catastrophe. His crimes were extremely heinous and he deserved to be executed.

If he could die in the Ten Directions Formation, it would have been the best outcome. However, he not only refused to die, but also survived intactly with his cultivation intact.

This is troublesome.

Right now the Fuyao faction is avoiding suspicion and refuses to say anything. The Tianyan faction has made things so bad that they are too embarrassed to say anything. The remaining two mighty ones among the Four Saints have always refused to show up and only sent their disciples. The disciples' words always carry less weight, not to mention that they were severely injured by the traitor in the Tianyan faction and were unable to take care of themselves for a while.

Tang Zhen has been recovering from his injuries, and other sects are either not important enough or unwilling to offend the Fuyao Sect, so no one dares to stand up and say "this person should be killed".

The situation is at a stalemate.

When the Fuyao faction came out of the stone mustard seed, they saw Han Yuan, who was supposed to be a prisoner, sitting on the Ten Directions Array Platform with an arrogant look on his face.

Yan Zhengming waved his hand to put away the stone mustard seeds, and all the major sects immediately turned their attention to him. Finally, Liu Lang came over and asked respectfully, "Senior Tang sent me to ask where Sect Leader Yan is going?"

Yan Zhengming said, "I have been traveling outside for many years. It is time for me to return to my sect. I plan to go back and open Fuyao Mountain. If Brother Tang doesn't mind, you can stay here for a while."

The people who were eavesdropping with their ears perked up immediately started whispering to the people next to them. A few years ago, the word "Fuyao" was still unknown, but after the events of Locking Immortals Platform and Taiyin Mountain, it is probably known to everyone now.

Even the demons in southern Xinjiang were spreading the rumor that there were rare treasures in Fuyao Mountain, so everyone was of course very curious.

Unfortunately, no one had the courage to peek.

At this time, Liu Lang asked the second question that everyone was concerned about.

Liu Lang said, "Then congratulations, Sect Leader Yan. Senior Tang asked me to ask, what is Fuyao's position on the matter of the demon dragon?"

Yan Zhengming glanced at Tang Zhen who was not far away, and refused to speak first, saying: "This matter should have been decided by Tianyan, but since they are gone, I think it would be better to let Brother Tang, the notary, speak?"

Tang Zhen clasped his fists from a distance and said, "I dare not - many of you have been injured in the bone-melting formation. I think it is better to put this matter on hold and let you recover and report to the major sects. On the 15th of next month, we will meet here to discuss this matter again, okay?"

After that, he turned to Han Yuan and said calmly: "I believe that with Master Han's character, he would definitely not disdain to escape with the backlash of the blood oath."

Han Yuan snorted coldly without even raising his eyelids.

In contrast to the strange person like the Third Prince who claimed to be a righteous man, if Han Yuan really kept his promise and locked himself in the remnants of the Ten Directions Formation for a month, it would be quite stylish.

Besides, Taiyin Mountain is at the foot of Fuyao. For Fuyao's sake, the major sects might really give him a break. Yan Zhengming knew clearly that although Tang Zhen seemed fair, he actually wanted to let Han Yuan off, so he felt relieved.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Han Yuan and thought to himself, "He won't die. This bastard deserves to be exposed to the wind, frost and rain for a month."

So he said decisively: "Let's go."

At the foot of Taiyin Mountain, the cultivators gradually dispersed, and Tang Zhen was invited to go to the old site of Fuyao Mountain with everyone from Fuyao Mountain.

The three locks of heaven, earth and man were all opened. Yan Zhengming stood at the foot of the mountain and took a deep breath calmly. Cheng Qian gently supported his waist where no one could see.

The stardust in the master's seal changed, and the spiritual consciousness of past generations overlapped, echoing the mountain in the distance.

In his early years, he wandered around the world, and dared not mention his hometown for fear of being coveted by others. Now, it has finally reappeared in the world openly. No one dares to come uninvited, and no one dares to insult or despise it.

Over the past hundred years, Yan Zhengming had been helpless countless times in the face of three mountain-sealing orders that seemed like they could never be opened. He had despaired countless times and blamed his master countless times. It was not until this moment that he understood the deep meaning behind them.

If he hadn't thought about it, how could he have taken over such a heavy ancestral legacy?

With a loud bang, Fuyao Mountain opened.

A hundred years have passed, and the mountains remain the same. Cranes stand on the branches, leaping back and forth among the mountains.

The Fuyao Mountain sign with its flamboyant dragons and phoenixes flying in the air is faintly visible halfway up the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain you can vaguely see the master's thatched cottage of Buzhitang, which is out of tune with the surroundings.

For a hundred years, time seemed to have stood still here. Nothing seemed to have changed at all. The Taoist children they had not taken away that year were standing on both sides of the mountain gate. They stretched lazily, as if they had just woken up from a short nap. They looked at the people who had left home as teenagers that year in shock, and they could hardly recognize them.

The mountain closure order was blown away by the wind, and the frozen time finally began to flow again like thawing water.

Han Yuan, who was far away, sat alone in the Ten Directions Formation. He raised his head quietly, tears streaming down his face.