salted fish soaring

Seeing the smile on Song Qianji's lips, Ji Chen thought to himself that Brother Song's treatment of Miss Chen was not out of intentions.

Otherwise, Huawei Sect has a group of head elders with malicious intentions, who would put themselves in danger in a place like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den?

Missy helped twice.Even if Brother Song has a heart of stone and has no intention of having an affair with his children, he may be a little moved.

Wei Ping smiled softly and said, "I'm just a manager who buys vegetables and cooks. I don't understand things in the cultivation world, so I shouldn't talk too much. But Brother Meng brought back the group of outer disciples earlier, saying that we have already met with Hua Weizong tore his face, I think they have already prepared for this engagement ceremony..."

He winked at Ji Chen, implying that the other party discouraged Song Qianji.

Ji Chen would be wrong, and suddenly he felt proud, and he slapped the table and stood up: "We are not afraid if we are prepared, since Brother Song has made up his mind, I will accompany Brother Song!"

"..."

Wei Ping looked at the excited Ji Chen, and then at Lin Feiyuan who was stroking the cat with his legs crossed.

Can't take it.

Where did you go, Meng Heze?

Song Qianji asked Ji Chen: "Do you want to go? The Ji family will also come."

"I didn't do anything to offend them, so I'm not afraid to see you!"

Song Qianji nodded: "Then go."

He looked at Wei Ping again: "You work hard on weekdays, and at the end of the year, let's go play together?"

Seeing that Song Qianji's eyes were bright and seemed to imply expectation, Wei Ping almost agreed.

He bit the tip of his tongue before changing his words: "Thank you sir for your kindness. But I don't like to travel far, so I will stay in Qianqu County and wait for you to come back."

Song Qianji felt a little regretful: "Fine."

Lin Feiyuan squinted at Wei Ping and smiled strangely.

Who is Wei Zhenyu who sleeps in different places every night?

Who is Wei Zhenyu who is stepping on the tide in the South China Sea and watching the sunrise on the west mountain?

Who is Wei Zhenyu who ran thousands of miles away in order to kill someone?

His tone changed a few times: "Oh, it turns out that Housekeeper Wei doesn't like to travel far."

"I prefer to stay at home." Wei Ping turned around and gave him a cold glance at an angle that no one else could see.

Now it is more important for Song Qianji to break into the Longtan and Tiger's Lair, Wei Ping didn't have the heart to argue with Lin Feiyuan, turned around and said with a smile:

"Sir is determined to travel far, I will prepare first."

"Preparing for what?" Song Qianji asked.

"Naturally, bring enough talismans, magic tools, and spirit stones." Wei Ping thought to himself, and he had to train the guards more intensively.

"You don't have to be busy. You don't need to prepare dinner today." Song Qianji said, "Call Xiaomeng, let's eat together."

Ji Chen was shocked: "Senior brother wants to cook himself?!"

"I'll cook noodles for you." Song Qianji asked, "How?"

Earlier Meng Heze said that the noodles he made were delicious, and everyone else said they wanted to eat them, so he wrote it down.

"Of course!" Wei Ping said happily.

Ji Chen cheered.

……

Meng Heze went up to every city wall and turret today, checked the security, and asked about Wei Ping's deployment before the Harvest Festival.

He had to admit that Weiping was really careful and vigilant, and he had done his best.If it were me, I might not be able to find out the assassin in time.

Song Qian's opportunity to assassinate seemed to be an accident.

It's only because the assassins are too strong and commit crimes in gangs.

But did I wrong Wei Ping?Meng Heze thought as he walked towards Tiancheng's home.

Since picking up his parents, housekeeper and his wife, he now has a family in Tiancheng.

Although it wasn't as grand as the Meng Mansion's compound, with dozens of people up and down, it was warm and down-to-earth, which made him feel at ease.

A gust of wind blew, and light smoke drifted out of the courtyard wall.In the cold air, there was suddenly a warm aroma.

"It smells like barbecued meat in honey sauce, and it also has "Thousand Canals and Sixteen Fragrances"!" Meng Heze was pleasantly surprised.

When wandering around alone, I miss this taste of hometown the most.

In other words, I miss the time when the hunting team hunted together, barbecued and drank with a bonfire at night, and sang and chatted.

Floating with the wind, there is not only the familiar smell of barbecue, but also bursts of joyful laughter.

Mrs. Meng kept the etiquette, Master Meng was serious, and rarely laughed so loudly.

"What are you talking about at home?" Meng Heze listened carefully, and there was a young voice among them.

The smile on Meng Heze's face disappeared instantly, he broke into the door and shouted, "Wei, Ping!"

An oven was lit in the courtyard, half-eaten legs of lamb were hanging on the oven, and hot wine was warming on the table.

And Mrs. Meng was holding Wei Ping's hand, her eyes were filled with tears: "Steward Wei, thank you."

"Wei Ping, let go of my mother!" Meng Heze strode forward.

However, Mrs. Meng greeted her son: "Zhixian, you have such a good friend, mother can rest assured! It is said that you rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out, so mother is happy for you. I heard people say that the fairy family is ruthless. It’s nonsense, monks are also human beings. Since they are human beings, they should have parents and friends.”

Meng Heze was stunned for a moment.

what's the situation?

"Auntie, you are too polite. Brother Meng takes care of me more on weekdays." Wei Ping lowered his head and smiled shyly.

He is like the kind of good boy who is honest, diligent and hardworking, and the elders like him the most.If it is in a private school, all parents will persuade their children to be friends with him.

Meng Heze glared at him angrily, and said via voice transmission: "Who is your aunt?!"

Master Meng said happily: "Director Wei personally delivered Qianqu's special products, bought food and clothing for us, and even cooked and barbecued meat himself. My family is not as careful as you."

"Brother Meng personally brought me into the Song Court. The position of steward was obtained by Brother Meng for me. The two of us are like brothers and we are friends of eight worshippers." Wei Ping said to Mr. Meng: "Uncle, Aunt, don't do it. Be polite with me, if you don't mind, just treat me as your godson. Just call me 'Xiaowei', when Brother Meng is away, I will honor and take care of you two."

Meng Heze gritted his teeth: "You actually said that I feel like brothers and sisters with you? Why didn't I know?"

Wei Ping wasn't embarrassed at all, but only smiled dimly and reluctantly, which made people feel distressed:

"In my heart, it has always been like this...but my cultivation level is not as good as that of Brother Meng, and I am indeed at a higher level."

Meng Heze looked at him in shock.

Are you speaking human language?

Who hit me in the dark alley this morning?not you

Seeing this, Master Meng coughed twice: "Be the first, even though you are a monk, the principle of being a human being is the same. Making friends is to show your heart, help each other, help each other, and don't care about the momentary level of cultivation. Dad taught you that. Do you remember the way to stand up?"

Meng Heze forced a smile and said, "Yes, Dad, of course my son remembers."

Master Meng beat his son a few more words, and Meng Heze agreed one by one.

Seeing his "son" side by Weiping, Meng Heze wanted to get into the oven, and said bravely:

"Father, Mother, Director Wei and I still have something to talk about."

"Okay, you young people should communicate more." Master Meng said with relief.

Before Madam Meng left, she turned her head and smiled softly: "Next time Xiaowei comes, don't be too busy cooking, and try Auntie's cooking."

"Okay, see you next time, uncle and aunt."

"What are you doing?! Why did you come to my house?!"

When his parents returned to the house, Meng Heze turned cold, grabbed Wei Ping, and dragged him out of the courtyard.

"What am I doing?" Wei Ping lazily let him procrastinate: "I'm here, uncle and aunt are so happy. They moved from Qinglu County, which they are most familiar with for most of their lives, to Qianqu County, which they are unfamiliar with. , although you have a filial son and a loyal old servant by your side, you will not be used to it, right?"

"Today I introduced the customs of Qianqu to them, took them to visit Qianqufang, and bought a lot of new things. Your mother likes to play cards, and I introduced the neighbor aunt to be her card friend. Your father loves chess, and I introduced Street The uncle who plays chess with his mouth knows him."

"I have done so many things, but you scolded me instead of thanking me, what's the reason?"

Meng Heze was embarrassed to hear that: "I, I thank you!" He came back to his senses, "But if you have ulterior motives..."

"I don't have time to speculate." Wei Ping interrupted: "Song Qianji is going to Huaweizong to attend Chen Hongzhu's engagement banquet. This is the business I came to see you for."

"What did you say?!"

Wei Ping repeated: "Do you care about this matter?"

Meng Heze's expression became calm and serious: "Senior Brother Song has already decided, I can't change it. For today's plan, the only way is to prepare early."

Wei Ping thought to himself, fortunately there is Meng Heze, who is much more reliable than Ji Chen.

"I suggest urgently training the guards. It is best to practice a set of sword arrays. You will be the hub of the array. When you deploy the array to defend against the enemy, you will advance and retreat at the same time. You will get twice the result with half the effort."

Meng Heze nodded: "You don't need to worry about this, I will arrange it."

Wei Ping was in a good mood when he got his assurance.

He coughed twice, and imitated Master Meng's tone and said: "Be the first, I know you are competitive and seek the way wholeheartedly. But you also have to get along well with your friends. Good friends are a lifetime thing. Cultivators live a long life and have friends to accompany them. You're not alone. Son, father won't say much..."

"Get out!" Meng Heze raised his scabbard, making a gesture to hit someone, but he didn't dare to do it.

If Weiping went back to cry miserably, his parents would beat him.

Wei Ping asked: "If you tell me to leave, I will leave first. Will you come to Song Yuan for noodles at night?"

He connected the two sentences together, as if he was the one who cooked the noodles.

"I'm going to practice the sword array."

Wei Ping broke off a dead willow branch from the side of the road and waved it in front of Meng Heze's eyes, making the other person tilt his head impatiently: "I'm not going."

"You keep your word, don't you go back on your word?"

"I said no! Let's go!"

Wei Ping smiled: "Since you don't come, I will eat that bowl of noodles cooked by Senior Brother Song for you."

Meng Heze suddenly realized that he was waiting for me here.

He chuckled secretly, God is good at reincarnation, it's too clever to ask you to do all the tricks.

Pretending to be remorseful on the face, he snorted coldly: "It's cheap for you."

……

That night, Wei Ping also pretended to be regretful: "Brother Meng has something to do, so he can't come, so there is no good luck."

For this dinner, Ji Chen bought a round mahogany table and placed it by the well in the courtyard.

Even if seven or eight people eat at the same table, they can still sit down.

With Meng Heze patted his chest to protect first, Ji Chen and Wei Ping sat obediently at the table, holding their chopsticks and looking forward to it.

Lin Feiyuan sneered: "It's strange that the bigu monks are reincarnated like starving ghosts."

Ji Chen: "When Brother Song is done cooking, don't grab it if you have the ability!"

"Who cares about grabbing a big pot of rice with you? I stay in Songyuan all day, and next time I will ask him to cook a bowl for me."

Lin Feiyuan snorted softly, carried the cat back to the house.

Song Qianji is as serious about cooking as he is about farming.

He fastened his apron, and first cut carrots, potatoes, etc. into small pieces.The knife fell without a shadow, and each piece of vegetable was cut to an average size.

No matter how picky the chef is, he will praise him for his good knife skills.

Then he carefully tasted each condiment to determine which was salt and which was sugar, and which jar was vinegar and which was soy sauce.

No matter what Wei Ping cooks, there is always a bit of lingering sweetness on the tip of his tongue.Song Qianji thought of this, and sprinkled a handful of sugar when making the noodles.

The noodles were put into the cauldron for Lin Feiyuan to boil the medicine, and the white noodles were tumbling in the boiling water.

"The medicine for Lin Feiyuan uses 38 rare and rare spiritual herbs. There is a scent of spiritual herbs and residual spiritual power in the pot, so it is just not wasted." Song Qianji smiled and said to himself, "I am a loose cultivator with mud legs. Even if you have money, you will live your life."

There must be soy sauce and vinegar for eating noodles, he guessed and poured some.

Seeing that the color was black after pouring, Song Qianji shook his head secretly. The color and fragrance are indispensable, so he added fiery red chili oil, chili powder, dried chili shreds and so on.

"Adding some red really looks much better! It's almost emerald."

"Weiping's self-made 'Thousand Canal Sixteen Fragrances' is a mixture of sixteen kinds of spices. The fragrance is rich and fragrant. It is popular in Qianqu and sold in Hongfu."

"I put ten kinds, although not as good as him, they are about the same. Last time I cooked noodles for Meng Heze, I didn't have time to taste it, so I don't know what it tastes like."

Song Qianji picked up the noodles with his chopsticks, wanting to try it first, when Wei Ping's voice sounded from outside the kitchen:

"Sir, do you need me to come in and help? Mister has been busy for a long time, I'm worried..."

Song Qianji put down his chopsticks, put the noodles into a big basin, poured the soup into the pot, and untied his apron: "No, it's ready!"

Wei Ping took the washbasin, twitched his nose slightly, and scolded Lin Feiyuan for his injury, which made the kitchen smell of medicine all day long.

As soon as the noodles were served, the hot mist curled up under the candlelight, and the soup glistened.

"I'll come first!" Ji Chen put down his chopsticks first.

Song Qianji is omnipotent in his heart, a genius and even an all-rounder.

The most delicious noodles in the world, I don't know what it tastes like.

The corner of Ji Chen's mouth twitched as the noodles entered the mouth: "This..."

"But it's unpalatable?" Song Qianji felt a little nervous, "I improved the method and added two more ingredients than last time."

"Brother Song prepared it himself, with good intentions, how can it be unpalatable?" Ji Chen looked at Song Qianji with bright eyes, and beat his chest and feet:

"It's so delicious!"

"It's really delicious?" Song Qianji said, "Shall I have a bite?"

"No!" Ji Chen picked up the whole basin and held it to Wei Ping, "Brother Wei, I'll give you the bowl of noodles made by Brother Song himself!"

Seeing Ji Chen's excited expression, Wei Ping couldn't help being moved.

I thought to myself that this silly young master really treats me like a brother.

He took it immediately and buried himself in a big bite.

"Oh!" Wei Ping choked up.

Well-intentioned, it really is very bitter.

"Does it suit your taste?" Song Qian asked earnestly.

The root of Wei Ping's tongue was numb, as if he had a hundred firecrackers in his mouth, he nodded frantically: "It's delicious."

"Since it's delicious, why are you crying?" Song Qianji handed over a handkerchief, motioning for him to wipe away his tears.

Wei Ping hastily wiped away his tears: "I, I'm touched. When I think of eating this pot, I won't have anything to eat anymore. I don't want to give up."

Song Qianji laughed: "It doesn't have to be like this, there is still half the pot. I don't want to fight with you."

Wei Ping's eyes flickered, and he became dizzy.

Looking at Ji Chen again, he clasped his hands together and got up with an apologetic expression on his face: "I'll go get the pot for Brother Wei."

Good guy, how come I don't see you running so fast?

Wei Ping gobbled it up.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Isn't this pot of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, sticky and mushy noodles just like life with ups and downs and unpredictable changes?

……

Wei Ping went back and vomited for a long time, but he didn't complain about Song Qianji in his heart.

Just want to: "Okay, Ji Chen, just wait for me."

In the middle of the night, the green lantern was lit, the paper was spread out, the ink was rubbed to moisten the pen, and the pen was written vigorously.

On the morning of the second day, he changed into new clothes and visited Ji Xing after meticulous preparation.

In the deep winter, the wasteland is dripping with ice, and the river has been shut down.The river workers went home to prepare for the New Year.

After Meng Heze returned, he naturally took over the job of guarding the city gate and patrolling the city, and also trained the guards with Zhou Xiaoyun.

With nothing else to do, Ji Xing returned to Tiancheng to lead someone to build a private school.

Seeing Wei Ping enter the door, Ji Xing jumped up excitedly: "Xiao Ping, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and you have no time to come over recently, I still miss you."

She said she was thinking of Wei Ping, but her eyes were fixed on the food box in Wei Ping's hand, and she eagerly reached out to take it.

Wei Ping wrapped his long arms around, put the food box behind him, took out two booklets from his arms with the other hand, and stuffed them into Ji Xing's outstretched five fingers: "Fairy Ji, please read this first."

The two booklets are as thick as three fingers, and when they are opened, there are tiny, densely packed characters.

There are many dashed spaces in it, making Ji Xing dizzy:

""360 Basic Common Senses in the Realm of Cultivation", "72 Things You Must Know After Introducing Qi into Your Body", what are they?"

"You are a fledgling Qi refining period. You suddenly feel chest tightness and shortness of breath while meditating tonight, and the efficiency of spiritual energy absorption is not high. Do you think it is the following reasons: A, this is the legendary bottleneck, and I am about to break through; B, the spiritual energy of the cultivation place Insufficient, you should increase the spirit stones around you or look for new geomantic treasures; C, first find the cause from yourself, and observe whether there are impurities in the meridians; Ding..."

"This question must choose one item, one point for the correct answer, no points for the wrong answer."

The more Ji Xing read, the more confused he became. Flipping through the book quickly, there were multiple-choice questions, essay questions, analysis questions, and so on.

Wei Ping smiled and said, "It's the test booklet I wrote last night. I will grade it after you finish it."

"You, you test me?" Ji Xing slammed the book hard, and said angrily, "Why?!"

Wei Ping looked sincere: "Fairy Ji, don't blame me. Your brother asked me to test you. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

"My brother?" Ji Xing gritted his teeth and scolded his brother: "Well, Ji Chen, you're courting death!"

He smiled kindly at Weiping again: "My brother made a mistake, you test me, why not test him, his cultivation is much better than mine."

Wei Ping shook the food box lightly with one hand, and said regretfully, "I'm free today, so I specially stewed red flower snow clam soup, fried honey chestnuts, steamed three small steamed dim sum, if the fairy doesn't make it..."

Ji Xing glared at him, and turned to the first page aggressively: "I will do it, I will do it!"

Wei Ping went to Qianqufang to supervise the work in the afternoon, and Ji Chen came much earlier than he expected.

Ji Chen's eyes were slightly red, and his face was ashen.The sleeves of the gorgeous robes are broken, the precious jade crown is crooked, and the hair is as rough as a chicken coop.

Wei Ping pretended not to know: "Brother Ji, what's going on? Could it be that he was robbed?"

Ji Chen broke down and said: "I said to consider my sister, and you also agreed to test my sister. But it's not this kind of 'testing my sister'. Your sister! You don't have to test my sister in the future!"

He thought, no matter how good-tempered a monk is, he will become a pervert after being frustrated in love.

How can a normal person write such a perverted booklet as "360 Basic Common Senses in the Cultivation World" without suffering from heart-wrenching emotional trauma.

Wei Ping straightened Ji Chen's clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles with a sincere face:

"Brother Ji, how dare I embarrass my sister? I see that the new outer disciples lack common sense, and it is inconvenient to disturb Mr. Song all the time."

"The more we build the Qianqu, the better. The news spreads that a group of young monks of mortal origin will join us soon. The number of people is strong, and the Qianqu monks will become more and more powerful. Only then can we compete with the Huawei Sect."

"I wanted to open a library, compile a set of teaching materials, and print hundreds of sets for them to borrow. Cultivate self-study ability and save Mr. Song's time."

Ji Chen's trembling body gradually calmed down: "Really?"

Wei Ping nodded and said, "Your sister, Fairy Ji, is innocent and lovely. She has lived under your protection since she was a child. She is not interested in cultivation, and she lacks the common sense to venture into the cultivation world. I can see which questions need to be transformed by watching her answer the questions. Recurrence deepens memory. Which questions are the real foundation, even Lingmei can answer them correctly without thinking. You can also see how to improve the question booklet, so that the boring practice is full of fun."

Ji Chen felt that this was vaguely wrong, and couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, so he nodded:

"I misunderstood you. You really need to test my sister."

Wei Ping held Ji Chen's hand: "Brother Ji, I also need you to compile this set of textbooks, are you willing to help?"

Ji Chen likes the feeling of being needed and relied on by others, which makes him feel that he has been completely reborn, completely different from the waste he used to be.

"It's for Qianqu, and for Senior Brother Song, I am bound to do it!" He clapped hands with Wei Ping, "From today on, let's test my sister together!"

"Fairy Ji, I'm afraid you will have to work hard even more," Wei Ping said.

Ji Chen said boldly: "She doesn't hurt me, she just loses face, don't be afraid."

No scumbag can maintain a good mood when doing problems.

Every time Ji Chen sent the question booklet, he was trembling.Ji Xing would not let him go when he was doing the problems, and he would punch him twice to adjust his mood when he was bored.

When thinking hard, hammer two punches and open up ideas.

Make it out and punch it twice to celebrate.

When the question book was filled with densely packed ink characters, Ji Chen retired, and it was Wei Ping's turn to take the food box to the stage.

"Fairy is working hard on the questions, take a break and eat more."

The Jiugong grid was placed on the table, the meat and vegetables were matched in bright colors, and the heat was tangy, which moved Ji Xing to tears:

"Xiao Pinger, your cooking skills are getting better and better. Today's white fungus, lily and red face flower sweet soup is sweet but not greasy. It can't be tasted unless it is simmered for three hours. Take a sip and leave the fragrance on the tip of your tongue. You treat me very well. "

Wei Ping said modestly: "The fairy praises it, the soup is the same."

"Aren't we the same? Both are for the compilation of teaching materials." Ji Chen scratched his head, wondering: "Why do you get praised every time, and I get beaten every day."

Wei Ping suppressed a smile: "Is there? No."

Ji Chen said angrily, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Wei Ping grabbed his shoulders and coaxed: "Brother Ji, Young Master Ji, Master Ji, when the title book comes out, you will be 'Editor Ji'. I thank you on behalf of the young monks and students of Quan Qianqu. "

Thanks to the sacrifice and dedication of Ji Chen's Wuwei's sister Tie Quan, the first edition of the title booklet was quickly completed.

As soon as it came out, it was immediately warmly welcomed by the disciples of the outer sect.

Under the title of the cover, there is no Weiping's name, but only "Edited by Jichen, Qianqu County".

Among them, the word "Jichen" is big and eye-catching.

Ji Chen approached Wei Ping holding the question booklet, he was very embarrassed: "You wrote all the questions, how dare I claim credit for it."

Wei Ping smiled and said, "No, you deserve it."

Later, in the countless lonely moments when the lamp was burning at night, the young monks of Qianqu's most unforgettable love and hatred were not with Hua Weizong, their companions or crushes, and they were all projected on the word "Ji Chen".

Love is because someone cares about their cultivation progress, and after comparing the answers, they discuss with each other and benefit a lot.

Hate is because the topic is changeable, the description is specific, and the words are spicy and the tone is mocking, which is very impressive.

Just pick up the pen and do it once, as if you have personally experienced the dilemma in the title:

"Did you read Ji Chen's new question? It's getting more and more perverted! That way, there was a foundation-builder cultivator intercepting it before, and a low-level monster chased after it. My companion was on my back. I was seriously injured and lost consciousness, and I was still vomiting blood. ' Big question, what did you choose?"

"Don't mention it, I haven't done that yet, I just fought with my friends for half a volume last night, and cried all night with my head in my arms, Ji Bian has cultivated a ruthless heart."

"What kind of ruthless person would ask such a question!"

Director Wei is still the popular, friendly and easy-going Director Wei.

Master Ji turned into the harsh and fearful Teacher Ji.

When a young student meets Ji Chen on the road, he immediately gives way and salutes, and if he has to talk to him, he also greets him first, "Mr. Ji".

The two walked side by side in Qianqufang, and Ji Chen gradually saw something was wrong: "They seem to be a little afraid of me, why?"

Wei Ping nonsense: "When I first came to Qianqu, I was timid and afraid of strangers."

"Then why aren't you afraid of you? I'm still joking with you."

Wei Ping covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "Your cultivation has improved rapidly recently, and your coercion has leaked out, which is frightening."

Ji Chen nodded: "Is that so?"

Wei Ping turned around, greeted the peddler pushing the scooter, and bought a bunch of crystal clear candied haws and handed it to Ji Chen: "Eat it. Don't think about it any longer."

Candied haws are like red flames wrapped in ice shells.Ji Chen Kazkaz bit into the icing, sweet and sour, very delicious.

Wei Ping smiled.

The grace of letting the face finally repay.