salted fish soaring

Song Qianji's brows quickly relaxed.

I will go down the mountain tomorrow and start a new life.

Even if Miaoyan came to Huawei Main Peak to bury a load of gunpowder, it had nothing to do with him.

Cultivators pay attention to the four treasures of "wealth, spouse, law, and land".In his previous life, he had already possessed huge wealth, treasured geomantic omens, and magical artifacts of his own destiny, and he was only short of a Taoist companion.

He wanted to marry Miaoyan, and it happened that the other party was also willing to marry him, so they set a date for the marriage.

It was only after his death that he found out that he had misunderstood because of his own affection.

Not only Miaoyan, but he forgave and forgot all the grievances and grievances in the previous life, but he just didn't want to delay this life, and he was too lazy to care about or entangle.

For him, the wonderful smoke has become a misty wave and passing water, like yesterday's yellow flowers.

If you pass by this passing water bridge, you will never meet again in this life.

In the future, you play your zither, and I plant my land.

Our well water does not make fairy water.

"Don't look." Song Qianji urged the two people in front of him, "Let's go."

The two messenger disciples came back to their senses, screamed "Ah", suddenly felt disrespectful to the beauty, blushed, lowered their heads, and chirped.

Song Qianji had no choice but to go ahead.

"stop!"

A squeak.

The hearts of the two messenger disciples trembled, and when they looked up, they saw a woman in red jumping out from behind Miaoyan.

The woman had a soft whip on her waist, her willow eyebrows were flying, and the tails of her eyes were slender and raised, with a fierce aura.

It turned out that Miao Yan was tall and tall, with her skirt and arm veil fluttering, which just blocked her petite figure.

The former wears blue, the latter wears red, one looks like a calm lake, and the other looks like a burning red lotus.

The disciple who sent the letter bowed and saluted: "Senior Sister Chen."

After being stared at by her, she immediately changed her words: "Miss."

Song Qianji came to a sudden, no wonder the face is familiar, it turned out to be the only daughter of Master Xuyun, Chen Hongzhu.

Now that Huawei Sect is not in decline, Chen Hongzhu wants the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain.

She is more noble than a princess in the world, but also has a bigger temper than a princess.

She looked at Song Qianji coldly: "Are you the outer disciple who handed the note to my father just now?"

Song Qianji: "It's me."

Chen Hongzhu snorted softly: "I don't know what nonsense you wrote, but the piano music that the fairy has played all night has been for nothing."

She blamed it, but glanced at Fairy Miao Yan with a gloating smile in her eyes.

Miao Yan's expression remained unchanged: "At this time tomorrow night, I will play again."

After all, he walked away.

The two letter delivery disciples looked blank and couldn't understand what they were saying.

Song Qianji knew it well, but could only pretend not to understand.

It turned out that Miaoyan came to adjust the breath of the old man Xuyun.

That's right, Miao Yan's master, Fairy Wang Shu, has been close friends with Xu Yun for many years, and Miao Yan himself has a lot of connections with Huawei Sect.

Miaoyan practiced "Heavenly Sound Art", the sound of music can not only help to kill and disturb the mind, but also soothe violent | move aura, and help people to regulate their inner breath.

After Xu Yun failed to break through and transform into a god, his realm was unstable, and he didn't want to let outsiders know, so he lived in seclusion and rarely saw guests.

But the Dengwen Conference is coming soon, all factions gather in Huawei Sect, no matter how low-key Xu Yun behaves, he has to show up several times to avoid suspicion.

He wanted to use the Tianyin technique to adjust his breath as soon as possible, so he had to ask his daughter to invite Miaoyan to Hua Weizong as a guest on the grounds that she missed her close friend.

Tonight Song Qianji wrote a note, Xuyun's mood suddenly became confused, which made Miaoyan's Tianyin technique return in vain.

Song Qianji straightened out the reasons behind, and couldn't help but look at Chen Hongzhu with the eyes of "loving the fool".

Miao Yan is in vain, isn't your father the unlucky one?

What are you so happy about?

Isn't Miao Yan your cousin? How much enmity can you two have?

Chen Hongzhu unexpectedly met that gaze and was startled.

If she walks with Miao Yan, people will always only look at Miao Yan.So she hates walking side by side with the first beauty, either walking in front or a few steps behind.

But this man is different.Chen Hongzhu thought, he frowned the first time he saw Miao Yan, but he looked at me full of pity...

Disciples of Huawei Sect always look at me with fear and awe, senior brothers and father always look at me with pampering and pampering.

Ridiculous, when will it be my turn to take pity on an outer disciple?

A little rouge flew on her cheeks, and she was furious:

"Presumptuous! What are you looking at!"

Song Qianji lowered his eyes and smiled: "I'm sorry."

"Why are you laughing!" The girl in red whipped the white jade railing with a crisp voice.

The five-color carp under the bridge was frightened and jumped among the clouds.

Song Qianji didn't bother with her, but just smiled.

Seeing this, the two letter delivery disciples felt very sympathetic to Song Qianji:

This person was supposed to take the blame for his unlucky brother Meng Heze, and miraculously managed to get a lifeline. If Chen Bawang whipped him inexplicably at this time, there would really be no place to seek justice.

The tall one boldly said: "Miss, he is just an outer disciple. It's his first time entering the main peak and he doesn't understand any rules. Please bear with me."

The short man also chimed in: "Master Master, I'm still waiting..."

"Shut up!" Chen Hongzhu interrupted impatiently, staring at Song Qianji and said, "Don't let me see you again!"

The girl in red shook her whip and walked quickly.

After running 23 steps, I couldn't help but stop, and looked back.

The man's back gradually moved away, and the shadow was obliquely elongated by the moonlight.

The passing water bridge is blessed by formations, so it is spotless.His cloth shoes were stained with mud, and he walked all the way, leaving marks on the white jade bridge.

Very shallow mud prints, but very dazzling.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and walked very steadily.

Chen Hongzhu frowned.

She knows her father.My father has a profound cultivation base, and he is used to seeing wind and waves, and his face does not change when Mount Tai collapses in front of him.

Even if his expression changes from mood to anger, his mind is as calm as Pinghu.

But tonight, my father closed his eyes and apologized to Miao Yan expressionlessly.

So the sound of the piano was silent, and Miao Yan saluted and said goodbye.

A cloud drifted over, and the figure at the end of the long bridge could no longer be seen.

"What was written on your note?"

.........

When Song Qianji saw the gate of Qiankun Palace, those two disciples were more nervous than him.

"Do you usually go to the casino at the foot of the mountain?" the tall man asked.

"what?"

The short man's explanation: "You are an outer sect disciple, the first time you enter the inner sect, you can go to the main peak; the first time you go to the main peak, you can meet Fairy Miaoyan. It didn't hurt even a single strand of hair. You're lucky to be one in a million, and you can make him a lot of money even if you close your eyes and enter the casino!"

Song Qianji shook his head and smiled: "My luck has always been bad."

"Don't be modest! If you can retreat out of the Qiankun Palace with your whole body, we will bet with you in the casino for the rest of our lives!"

The receiving and guiding Daoist came with his eyes down, and the two disciples stopped outside the gate of the hall, and waved at him vigorously:

"We're here waiting for you!"

The main hall was empty and silent, the lights were panicked, and the curtains were drooping.

The heavy door closed behind him.

Song Qianji pulled himself together, played the role of an outer disciple who had a sudden encounter, and bowed solemnly:

"The disciple has seen the real master!"

A gaze passed through the floating veil and fell on him.

Although the figure behind the curtain is sitting, it looks like a huge mountain.

His eyes were heavy, like a sharp sword, trying to pierce through his internal organs.

Song Qianji kept saluting posture, silently forcing cold sweat on his forehead.

Xu Yun looked at the young man in front of him.

No matter how you look at it, this is an outer disciple with a low cultivation base.

There is no sign of being taken over by the old ghost, or that the soul and body are incompatible, and the weak ones can be killed by him with one finger.

If it is an inner sect disciple, his date of birth, personality, daily life, who recruited the sect, even where his ancestral home is, what kind of relatives are in the world, everything can be sorted into a thick file within half a cup of tea, and put it away. On Xuyun's desk.

But Song Qianji is an unremarkable outer disciple, and there is very little information about him.

15 years old, three years in the mountains.Diligent, enter the inner door with one heart.She is withdrawn, unlovable, and has a bit of a feud with Director Zhao.

What Zhao Yuping thought Xu Yun didn't know, Xu Yun actually knew.

As long as the outer door is stable and there is no problem with the general direction, he is willing to turn a blind eye to small matters.Otherwise, without any lucrative errands, who would work hard?

Although the Qiankun Palace is on the cloud, the huge amount of spiritual stones that support the operation of the cloud array come from the bottomless underground mine.

Xu Yun knew very well that if a monk didn't rub the sand in his eyes, and only had the question of cultivating immortals in his heart, and he didn't know how to make decisions, know people and be good at responsibility, then he was only suitable to be an idle elder, or a strong man who walks alone, not the head of the sect.

Especially a behemoth who is in charge of the Huawei Sect.

Before Song Qianji entered the palace, he felt that this young man was very simple and had no secrets.

But now face to face, he felt uneasy.

A person with a high level of cultivation senses the world, seeks good luck and avoids evil, and never underestimates his intuition.

"Get up."

The pressure on Song Qian's fuselage dissipated, and an old and calm voice sounded, "What do you mean by this sentence?"

"The disciple doesn't know."

Xu Yun was very satisfied with this answer, his voice was more moderate, like a kind old man:

"You don't know, why did you let me see it?"

"It was told by a person to the disciple. He said that if there is a chance, he will pass this sentence on to the Master Master to know."

"Who? Where did you meet him?"

"Seven days ago, before dawn, I got up to practice swords in the morning, and a figure suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall, talking to me. There was no movement in the mountain guard formation, and he was sitting on the wall generously. I thought he was an elder from me. Salute to him. His first sentence is, boy, you can't be famous if you practice like this..."

In front of a strong person like Xu Yun, no matter how many times a lie is rehearsed, it will be seen through at a glance.

So Song Qianji is really remembering.

Recalling the fragments in the long river of time, what the master of the "savior" looked like.

And the conversation between the two when he first met the Savior.

Song Qianji's speech speed is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and it is upside down, but it is more believable.

At least Xu Yun has believed half of it, and has three or four guesses in his mind.

Some strong men are wild and unrestrained, they don't play cards according to common sense, pass by other sects, and take advantage of the fun to teach an outside disciple, which is not too absurd.

Huawei Sect's really powerful formations in the inner sect and the outer sect's formation are as fragile as thin paper in front of the Huashen powerhouse.

Since that sentence was left, it means that there is no malice.

Xu Yun asked with a smile: "He taught you, you learn it, and those who don't know are innocent, it's not your fault. You remember what he looked like."

Song Qianji: "He wears a bun, and his clothes are worn out, but a wild flower is pinned to his front. He doesn't have a sword, but he says he is the strongest sword in the world."

Behind the curtain, Xu Yun's face suddenly turned pale.

Song Qianji was still saying: "He always smiles, as if he was born with a smiling face, and there is a small wine jar hanging on his waist, and he has to take a sip after saying a few words."

Xu Yun's wrinkled face began to tremble slightly, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.

"By the way, I remembered, he said his name is..." Song Qianji opened his mouth, and was about to spit out a name.

"Wait a minute!" Li Drink suddenly sounded.

Song Qianji was shocked.

Could it be that Xu Yun saw that I was carrying the Spring of Immortality?

How can he see through such treasures as the Immortal Spring?

If it hadn't been for a whole day of tempering, and his own aura was integrated with the Immortal Spring in the Purple Mansion, Song Qianji would not have dared to venture into the Qiankun Palace.

Many ways to break the situation flashed through his mind, but he didn't act rashly.

He just kept saying the name.

It seems that it's too late to keep your mouth shut, and it's an unintentional mistake.

So the sound is very soft, very weak:

"Xian Jianchen."

As soon as the words fell, the bright moon outside the hall suddenly darkened.

The strong wind rolled up and crushed the flowing clouds!

"Bang!"

The windows of the hall were wide open, the cold wind gushed, the veils were broken, and the candles were all extinguished.

"boom!"

Thunder fell from the sky and struck the Qiankun Palace!

The entire cloud formation trembled!

Five beams of light flew out from the five peaks, and they arrived in an instant, breaking through the gate of the palace!

Master Xuyun draws his sword and points to the sky!

But it only took an instant for the sky to collapse, when he drew his sword out of its sheath, and the five peak masters broke through the palace gate, the unprovoked gust of wind had already stopped.

The cloud clears and the moon rises.

The upside-down universe resets.

Only the chaos in the hall and the sound of thunder echoed proved that it was not an illusion.

A peak owner shouted angrily:

"Who? Who said that name?!"

Song Qianji was also stunned.

It turns out that there really is such a person in the world, who will be struck by lightning when his name is mentioned.

The savior master, Xian Jianchen, deserves to be you.

Xu Yun maintained the posture of drawing the sword, and was stunned on the spot.

It seems that the man, sitting on the ruins in front of him, said with a smile:

"Don't be afraid, I really don't want to kill you, and I won't come back in the future, Hua Weizong will be handed over to you.

"But as a person, I don't like others to speak ill of me behind my back. So in the future, please don't mention my name in this Qiankun Palace, understand?

"Don't just nod your head, is there anyone who can say something human?"

Xu Yun heard his own weak voice:

"I, I understand."

"It's good to understand, this altar of wine is for you to drink, it's up to you, and you will be the head in the future."

200 years have passed, but this scene is still yesterday.