Dao Sect has had another accident!

In just half a day, this news spread like a storm across half of the cultivation realm.

There is no other reason, in fact, the Taoist Sect has been too unlucky in recent years.

You must know that before the current power of "one pavilion, two sects and three courts" in the cultivation realm was divided, the Taoist sect was a veritable number one sect in the world.

At that time, the senior brother Jiang Yuebai, the second senior brother Fang Wanqing, and the junior brother Ji Fenggray were known as the three masters of the Taoist Sect, and with a wave of their hands, they could make the cultivation world shock.

However, ten years ago, the Taoist Sect suddenly fell into a downward spiral.

First, Jiang Yuebai, who was the head of the house, walked around the back mountain, and then left a letter to pass on the throne, patted his ass and traveled all over the world.

Five years later, Fang gradually became green and went to the back mountain to take a stroll when he had nothing to do, which was good, and he lost his trace before he even had time to leave a book.

The Taoist disciple who was looking for people to no avail looked at Monsoon Gray with his eyes and pushed him to the position of the head of the house, and the clinker Monsoon Gray butt was not yet hot, and he couldn't help but go to the back mountain...... People are gone.

For a time, the strange news of "eating the master" in the back mountain of the Taoist Sect spread in the cultivation world, but the disciples of the Taoist Sect had no time to take care of it.

They looked at each other blankly, and out of nowhere did they conjure up a leader.

The former three masters of the Taoist Sect walked and lost, and the disciples of the Taoist Sect sat in a row at the gate of the back mountain very sadly.

Fortunately, there were still some people among the disciples of the Dao Sect who remained a little awake, and in the silence, he muttered, "Isn't there still Cheng-"

"Senior Brother Cheng Yan is already a member of Tianji Pavilion. ”

“...... No, I mean Cheng Huan, Senior Sister Cheng. ”

In an instant, the small and fragmented discussions froze.

After a while, everyone suddenly came to their senses, patted their thighs and said, "Yes, yes, Senior Sister Cheng Huan is the most suitable person! She is not only the first apprentice of Master Jiang, but ten years ago, she personally cut off the head of the Demon Lord and saved thousands of people from the same path!"

So, as Cheng Huan's second disciple, Tang Yan was taken out of the black oppression of a large group of people, and in the expectant eyes of everyone, he was surrounded at the foot of Cangming Mountain where Cheng Huan was retreating.

In fact, Tang Yan was not unknown from the beginning.

You must know that when the Demon Lord went crazy, killed the two sects and three courtyards, and plundered countless disciples and mortals, it was Cheng Huan who broke into the secret realm alone, captured the Demon King, and saved people.

With 1,62 lives, Cheng Huan is destined to become an admirable hero in the cultivation realm and even in the mortal world.

However, since then, Cheng Huan has returned to Cangming Mountain and has never taken half a step out of the mountain.

Some people say that Cheng Huan is a good person and does not leave his name, and he brushes off his clothes when things happen, which is a rare way to know how to advance and retreat.

Some people also say that Cheng Huan had an epiphany after that war and had already soared.

In ten years, the white horse passed through the gap, and the cultivation realm underwent earth-shaking changes, the former Dao Sect and Sword Sect all declined, and the Tianji Pavilion, known as "Duanping a bowl of water", came out of the sky, followed by the three courtyards.

The name Cheng Huan, no matter how brilliant it is, has been polished into a vague trace by the world.

Now when Cheng Huan is mentioned, the first reaction of the cultivation world is - "Hero." ”

But if you ask again, about Cheng Huan's youth, about Cheng Huan himself, and about saving people themselves, there is only one person left: "Cheng Huan, she is a good person." ”

The cold wind slapped on Tang Yan's face, he finally came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the waiting Dao Sect Master Brothers, and stepped on the stone stairs of Cangming Mountain.

The aura of the mountain lingers, and the Fuyao trees on both sides seem to feel that someone has broken in, and they shake up quite spiritually.

Tang Yan couldn't help but stop, reaching out to touch the branch that was about to come in front of him, but before he could touch it, a slender hand slapped it neatly from the side.

"Master is so good, the disciple was successfully attacked by Master again. Tang Yan hugged his half-red hand, but his eyes that looked at the culprit seemed to be shining.

I saw Cheng Huan wearing a fiery red shirt, squatting in front of him, and playing with the legendary sword of slaying demons and demons in his hand.

Cheng Huan lazily swept around Tang Yan, and when he saw that he was empty-handed, he couldn't help frowning: "I haven't eaten yet, why did I go up the mountain?"

"Something happened to the boss. "Because Tang Yan is a few steps shorter, he has to look up to see Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan didn't say anything, and when she didn't speak, she always gave people the illusion that she was listening carefully.

Tang Yan's courage couldn't help but grow: "Since Master Jiang disappeared, the head of the sect ordered the back mountain to be sealed, and all disciples were not allowed to enter. But since last month, more than a dozen disciples of the Taoist sect have disappeared, and their robes have been found at the foot of the back mountain. ”

"After the head investigated, he suspected that there was a change in the formation connecting the demon world in the back mountain, so he went to investigate. Who knew that there would be no news of this time. Until the early hours of this morning, the patrolling disciples passed by and picked up the unconscious head at the foot of the back mountain. ”

"That's right. Cheng Huan seemed to have listened carefully to Tang Yan's stumbling words, and then smiled slightly in Tang Yan's expectant gaze.

Tang Yan stared at her intently.

Cheng Huan's smile remained unchanged.

For a long time, Tang Yan's eyes were a little sour, and he couldn't help blinking, and he was instantly defeated: "Master, doesn't he have anything else to say?"

Cheng Huan tilted his head and thought for a while: "I wish the head of the family a speedy recovery, Shoubi Nanshan?"

A hint of loss flashed in Tang Yanliang's sparkling eyes: "Isn't Master still unwilling to go down the mountain-"

Cheng Huan's hand fell on Tang Yan's head, and he didn't use any force, only rubbed it gently: "Little Tang Yan." ”

Tang Yan rekindled hope.

Cheng Huan said solemnly: "The head of the family is blessed with all the heavens, and he will definitely be safe." ”

Tang Yan: "......"

Cheng Huan withdrew his hand, stood up, staggered to hold the Cangming Sword, waved his hand to the top of the mountain with his back to Tang Yan: "Go down the mountain, I want to eat spicy chicken for dinner." ”

After a long time, Tang Yan's footsteps were heard behind him.

Cheng Huan unhurriedly went up the bluestone steps of Cangming Mountain.

In fact, there were no stone steps before Cangming Mountain, and Cheng Huan had nothing to do when he was alone on the mountain, so he built this nearly 1,000-layer stone step with his own hands.

There is only a low wooden house on the top of the mountain, and the surrounding Fuyao trees are about two people high, and other than that, Cangming Mountain can no longer find a place worth mentioning.

Cheng Huan didn't feel bored at all, she picked up a weed from nowhere, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to fix the chair that was falling apart by herself last night.

However, he probably didn't have this skill by nature, and when the sun set, when Tang Yan arrived, he saw a pile of wood that had been dismantled and could not be restored.

Obviously, this legendary young hero is only good at demolition, not mending.

"Master is so powerful, he dismantled another chair. Tang Yan's eyes were full of admiration.

Rao is Cheng Huan's face is comparable to the hardest stone in Cangming Mountain, and he can't help but cough lowly.

It's just this cough, Cheng Huan's gaze fell behind Tang Yan, and the casual low cough instantly choked up, almost choking half to death: "What is this-"

"Master, this is the master. Tang Yan turned around and showed Cheng Huan the unconscious monsoon ash that he was carrying on his back: "Senior brother, they said that since the master doesn't come down the mountain, he will send the master to the door." ”

"......" Cheng Huan felt that his teeth were a little painful: "I obviously ordered spicy chicken, not the head." ”

Tang Yan looked at Cheng Huan cautiously: "If the head of the sect is gone, the Dao Sect will be gone, and the spicy chicken will be gone." ”

Cheng Huan touched his chin and thought: "That's right." ”

"Master, where do I put the head of the house?" Tang Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was not angry, and his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the only hut behind Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan pointed to the rocks that were exposed to the wind and sun.

In this way, the head of the Dao Sect was thrown on the rock at the top of Cangming Mountain by the two of them, and it seemed that if the wind was stronger, it would blow him down the mountain.

Cheng Huan put away the chair he had dismantled, and then shook it to Monsoon Gray's side and checked the person over and over again.

If the rest of the Dao Sect disciples were here, I am afraid that they would persuade Cheng Huan to move lightly.

However, Tang Yan was a master who was blinded by lard, and when he saw Cheng Huan tossing the monsoon ash for a long time, he actually freed his hand to help her.

Cheng Huan glanced at him and praised him emotionlessly: "The strength is not small." ”

Tang Yan was so happy that his eyebrows flew up: "Did Master check out anything?"

Cheng Huan threw Monsoon Ash back on the bed: "I'm not a doctor. ”

She half-squatted beside Monsoon Gray, touched her chin and thought for a long time, then suddenly tilted her head and smiled at Tang Yan.

Tang Yan sighed in his heart.

The next moment, I heard Cheng Huan say with a smile: "Take a handle and rip off his clothes." ”

Tang Yan: "......"

Monsoon Grey was quickly stripped away by the two.

Cheng Huan's whole face was full of disgust, and she only used two fingers to hold Monsoon Gray's arm, tossing around.

Looking at her face, it looked like something dirty.

Tang Yan rarely had a bit of conscience: "Master...... Okay?"

Cheng Huan did not respond.

Tang Yan subconsciously turned his head and saw Cheng Huan's two feet unceremoniously stepping on Monsoon Gray's belly, staring down at the small arm-length wound on his chest.

The wound has been stitched up, but just looking at the length, you can imagine the thrilling scene at that time.

Cheng Huan's hand rested on the wound.

Tang Yan subconsciously felt a chill in his back, always feeling that Cheng Huan was going to do something amazing.

Before he could figure out the taste, Cheng Huan's white and tender fingers were unceremoniously inserted through the gap in the wound.

"Master!" Tang Yan's scalp was numb.

Even in a coma, Monsoon Ash felt the pain of the wound being torn, and the whole person involuntarily arched.

Cheng Huan didn't even blink his eyes, his index and middle fingers groped in the wound of Monsoon Ash for a moment, and then pulled them out hard.

Two fingers were stained with blood, and a glittering sequins could be faintly seen on the fingertips.

Tang Yan made a gesture to come over, and saw that Cheng Huan's fingertips were holding a palm-sized scale, a bit like fish scales, but the texture on it was a little weird.

"What is this, Fish Demon?" Tang Yan asked boldly.

Cheng Huan suddenly turned his head sideways.

For a moment, Tang Yan felt that Cheng Huan's eyes were extremely unfamiliar.

She bent her fingers coldly, and the blood on the scales disappeared instantly.

Cheng Huan opened his mouth slowly: "No, it's dragon scales." ”