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For this engagement ceremony, Huaweizong renovated the palaces and halls, and red silk was flying everywhere, beaming with joy.

Xia Yan brocade spreads over the passing water bridge, and the five-color carp under the bridge is fed to be abnormally fat, leaping out of the sea of ​​clouds in the morning glow.

Hundreds of low tables are placed on both sides of Qiankun Hall, and there is still an open space in the middle.

Xu Yun sits in a high position, not angry but pretentious, seeing congratulations from all directions, feeling satisfied in his heart.

Until Ziye Manjusri and Song Qianji appeared at the same time, Xu Yun and all the elders of Huawei Sect thumped in their hearts at the same time.

Daotong, who was leading the way, was in trouble and didn't know where to lead, so he subconsciously looked at the deacon's face.

The chief deacon was also uncertain, and hurriedly looked at Xu Yun's face.

But Xu Yun thought, Ziye Manjusri is retreating in Qingya this year, Song Qianji has been in Qianqu all the time, the two have no time to have a personal relationship, could it be that behind this is the meaning of the book sage?

He remained calm, since he wanted Song Qianji to let go of his guard, he had to endure it for a while.

After a little hesitation, Ziye Manjusri kept walking and had already crossed the threshold.

Daotong hurriedly led him to the seat arranged in advance. Ziye Manjusri had just sat down, but Song Qianji followed him, sitting next to him naturally.

Qingya and Qianqu stood behind them.

The deacon stepped forward and said: "Song Immortal Officer, this table was originally reserved for the master of Ziyun Temple, and the immortal officials are sitting in the back..."

Li Ying smiled and said, "My senior brother didn't come, please sit down, Song Xianguan, I'll sit next to you."

After all, I have been seated.

Feng Ziyi and the nun behind her bid farewell to Song Qianji before going back to their respective sects to take their seats.

People who have heard of Song Qianji's name and studied his copybooks and chess records are all over the world of comprehension, but not many people have seen him with their own eyes.

At least it was the first time for the representatives of various sects and aristocratic families in the hall to see Song Qianji.

Compared with the serious and calm Ziye Manjusri, Song Qianji smiled like a spring breeze, as handsome and romantic as the rumors said.

He was wearing an exquisitely crafted, low-key and gorgeous gown, with Meng Heze, Ji Chen and a group of disciples standing behind him.

It's menacing, not like an earthly fairy official, but like the head of a faction and the overlord of a party.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help discussing secretly:

"That person is Song Qianji? Not only did he dare to come, but he also dared to bring the former disciples of Huawei Sect's outer sect. Isn't that embarrassing the host?"

"He is still sitting under Xu Yun's eyelids, Xu Yun can really bear it."

"Song Qianji has long wanted to stand on his own as a king, so naturally he doesn't want to sit with other immortal officials, but wants to show off and sit in a conspicuous position."

"Hey, the fairies from Xianyin Gate are here!"

Suddenly a gust of fragrant wind blows into Qiankun Hall, and the fragrance of flowers hits people.

The steps are shaking and ringing, the rings are jingling, and the skirt is like a billowing wave. It really is the beautiful fairy who is like a cloud.

Miao Yan was in the side hall preparing to play the piano later, and He Qingqing led the other nuns to the banquet.

The first time she saw Song Qianji, she was about to go up to say hello.But he saw Ziye Manjusri on the left and Li Ying on the right.She thought for a while, and walked straight to the position opposite Song Qianji.

Although half a hall is separated, the distance is slightly far away, but they can be seen all the time.

"How to arrange later?" Dao Tong asked the head deacon.

The head deacon had a headache: "Anyway, they are sitting in a mess, so whatever you want."

Song Qianji nodded slightly when he saw He Qingqing.

The latter laughed, bright as a knife.

All the students in Qingya were dazzled for a while, and they transmitted voices to each other:

"Is Fairy He smiling at us? She has a really touching smile."

"Of course, after all, it is the person who was rescued by the senior supervisor and we Qingya went out."

They smiled proudly back, but He Qingqing stopped smiling.

Unlike Miao Yan who always keeps a faint smile, her face is like a cold moon every day, so a smile is more precious.

When others looked at her, they felt that her beauty was offensive, which made people feel chills all over, but they couldn't help but look at her.

Facing Midnight Manjusri for a long time is a very hard work.

All the creatures in Qingya are disciplined by him, he is an idol and god that people worship, and he is definitely not a friend who can get close and laugh.

The direct disciples of other sects, the proud sons of heaven, will feel pressure when dealing with him, even if they are similar to him.

But Song Qianji seemed to have lost his sense of temperature, and kept smiling blatantly at Ziye Manjusri, and even took out a jade box from the storage bag:

"I brought some souvenirs for you as souvenirs."

Midnight Manjusri didn't answer: "What is it?"

Song Qianji said seriously: "Wheat, I grow it myself, and it grows very well."

Ziye Manjusri looked at him silently, seemingly speechless.Which monk will send wheat?

Song Qianji stretched out his long arms and handed him the jade box.

Qingzhai and Zimo wanted to stop them, but seeing that Ziye Manjusri had already grasped a corner of the box, they could only withdraw their hands.

Ji Chen poked Meng Heze: "Do you feel a little cold?"

"Impossible." Meng Heze said with a blank expression, "The Palace of Qiankun has a constant temperature formation, so that the cold and heat will not invade."

Ji Chen whispered: "That's not what I meant." He raised his eyebrows and blinked, looking at Xianyinmen and Qingya, "It's cold on the opposite side, and it's also cold on the side."

Meng Heze pulled him to change positions, making Ji Chen and Ye Manju farther away: "Is it better now?"

Ji Chen: "..."

"Cousin!" Ji Chen suddenly heard a very familiar voice, he was shocked and shivered.

"Still cold?" Meng Heze turned to ask Lin Feiyuan, "Have you brought a cloak?"

Lin Feiyuan was furious: "Do you think I'm a tailor or your mother?"

"It's neither hot nor cold!" Ji Chen quickly stopped the two of them, and said indifferently to the young man who was walking quickly, "Is there something wrong?"

That boy had a similar face to Ji Chen, and his clothes were also exactly the same.

Although Meng Heze didn't recognize him, he could probably guess the identity of the other party.He stood in front of Ji Chen with his horizontal sword.

"Why didn't Xiaoxing come? After the Dengwen Conference, you ran to Qianqu County, an unfamiliar place, without saying a word, and the family members were very worried."

Ji Guang raised his voice, attracting attention.

Any outsider will feel that he really cares about Ji Chen, but Ji Chen is unmoved and indifferent.

Another middle-aged man came over and smiled kindly: "Xiaochen, when the ceremony is over, come back to Baifeng County with us. It's better to be with the clansmen than to be with outsiders who don't know the details."

When he mentioned outsiders, he deliberately glanced at Song Qianji.

All the members of the Ji family gathered together, men, women and children spoke earnestly.Uncle Ji Chen's concubines even sobbed softly, complaining that Ji Chen was unfilial:

"It doesn't matter if you don't go home, or let Xiaoxing come back, she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, how can she get used to the wind and sand in Qianqu?"

Meng Heze is not afraid of head-to-head confrontation, but hearing a group of women cry makes his head grow bigger, so he can only withdraw the hilt of his sword.

I thought that Ji Xing had been fattened up by Weiping, so he didn't seem to be used to it.

"Cousin, even if there was a misunderstanding, it's okay to have a meal among family members. After playing outside for so long, you should go home." Ji Guang persuaded, with a smug smile flashing in his eyes.

The greetings of the surrounding guests fell silent, and soon the noise gradually increased, and they began to discuss this matter:

"Since the death of Ji Xianzun, the Ji family has been supported by side branches. It would be too heartless for Ji Chen to leave like this."

"Who knows if he was bewitched by others, and his own people don't recognize him anymore."

They deliberately did not transmit the sound, not to embarrass Ji Chen, but to see how Song Qianji would respond.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for an upright official to decide on family affairs. Once the interests are related to blood, there will always be a lot of right and wrong.

If Song Qianji doesn't stop him, the famous immortal official will be ridiculed if he can't protect the people around him.

If he obstructs it, he will be suspected and stigmatized of soliciting money.

All the peak masters and elders of Huawei Sect watched with cold eyes, gloating.

Ji Chen's face turned completely cold.

I thought you were just bullying me at my young age, thinking that I was easy to fool, that I was afraid of my face in public, and didn't dare to do anything wrong.

I am not as good as you wish.

Before coming to the banquet, he was ready to face everything.

"Uncle, cousin, I left home because of..."

"Cough!" Song Qianji interrupted suddenly.

Seeing Song Qianji shaking his head, Ji Chen had no choice but to hold back his anger.

Song Qianji said: "Everyone is here to pick him up?"

He was still sitting, with no intention of standing up, and his attitude was casual.

Everyone in the hall looked excited.

Ji Guang hinted at the warning: "This is our Ji's family affair. Song Xianguan's surname is not Ji, so it's inconvenient to intervene."

"Naturally, thank you for coming to pick him up!" Song Qianji smiled and said, "It's a pity that his money has already been spent in Qianqu, otherwise I will definitely let him go back with you."

Ji Guang's expression changed.

The middle-aged man shook his head, seemingly disappointed and regretful:

"Song Xianguan is such a romantic person, why do you mention that vulgar thing? We came to pick up Ji Chen because of the family relationship where blood is thicker than water, not because of a few spirit stones!"

"Well said." Song Qianji sighed, "Ji Chen practiced formation formations in Qianqu, and the output of spiritual energy was unstable. He often detonated formation foundations, bombed houses and destroyed the ground. After he lost all his money, his food and clothing were all covered by Qianqu supplies, and he eats and uses the best as before, with a lot of expenses. Now he can only work to pay off the debt. If the debt is not paid off, he will be released. How can I explain to the people of Qianqu..."

Several members of the Ji family were shocked and speechless.The female relatives forgot to cry, and the handkerchief fell to the ground.

Meng Heze held back his laughter, he was such a poor young master who sold himself to thousands of canals to pay off his debts by working!

What a stern and selfless Song Papi.

Song Qianji: "'Blood is thicker than water, a wanderer returns home' is in line with human ethics, and 'kill a man to pay for his life, and pay back the debt' is even more right and proper. As long as you pay off the money he owes in advance, he will be able to leave immediately. With gongs and drums and firecrackers, the sedan chair was carried to send him away."

Ji Guang shouted: "How is it possible? When Ji Chen left home, he took it with him..."

Without revealing his wealth, his words were immediately interrupted by Patriarch Ji: "How much does Xiaochen owe?"

Song Qianji said without hesitation, "Not much, 600 million spirit stones."

"You are a lion!" Ji Guang couldn't hold his breath, his face flushed red, "Without proof, you are a majestic immortal official, you are unreasonable, why should you detain someone?"

"I'm the most reasonable. Everyone knows about Ji Chen's formation practice. Every loss is recorded in the account book, and there is evidence for each item. I gave a [-]% discount as a friendship price." Song Qianji didn't raise his eyelids: "Family love Priceless, who will pay for it?"

Everyone in the hall watching the excitement burst into laughter.

Ji Chen could not wait to applaud.

Ji Guang said a few yin and yang words, mocking Song Qianji's preoccupation and scheming.

"I work very hard in Qianqu." Ji Chen's eyes widened, looking very aggrieved and pitiful, "Uncle, cousin, will you pay off the debt for me? It's only 600 million. When my father was alive, he also left it for the side branch ..."

The middle-aged man coughed lowly and interrupted him: "Xiaochen, you have grown up, and you have to be brave when you walk outside. You have to rely on yourself for this kind of thing. I think Song Xianguan is just training you, not embarrassing you. You follow him , Practice well, learn more skills."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, and the female family members of the Ji family hurriedly picked up their handkerchiefs and followed.

Li Ying took the lead and clapped her hands and laughed: "Ji Bianxiu is really pitiful, a living person, not worth a pile of spirit stones."

Ji Guang listened to the guests saying that they were "greedy and prostitutes", but stood there unwillingly, opening his mouth to say something.

Ji Chen was the first to say: "I can't go back, but I miss you all. I brought some Qianqu souvenirs. Cousin, I'll see you off."

"What special product..." Ji Guang looked down, and almost didn't come up in one breath, ""Advanced Edition of 360 Basic Common Senses in the Cultivation World"?!"

The advanced version is also called common sense?Could it be that, in the legend, Qingya was asked to do death exercises that made the homeworker howl with ghosts and howl with nightmares every night?

Looking at the face of the student from Qingya next to him, it was already greener than the green ant wine in the glass cup on the jade case.

Ji Chen said with concern: "After finishing this book, come and ask me for it."

Ji Guang was sweating like rain, and left in a hurry.

All the students in Qingya stared at the question book, their faces were livid, and they transmitted voices to each other indignantly:

"Even if Song Qianji has a reason for other people's family affairs, it's not good to be so domineering."

"This time it's not spreading rumors behind the scenes, it's what we saw with our own eyes." Qingzhai said, "Song Qianji is really not a serious person, we must prevent him from approaching the senior supervisor with ill intentions."

With all kinds of complicated gazes, Song Qianji ate the Heyi cake on the white jade plate, and distributed it to the disciples behind him.

"What are you looking at me for?" He smiled at Ziye Manjusri, "This is delicious. But in my Qianqu County, there are better ones."

Wei Ping's cooking skills are of course better than Hua Weizong's chef.

Ziye Manjus expression did not change, but his voice came to Song Qianji's ears:

"Why bother with fame?"

The other party didn't have to go through this muddy water, or they could have made it more beautiful and less criticized.

But he prefers the simplest and most brutal.

Song Qianji didn't transmit the sound, and smiled: "What's the use of my fame?"

Midnight Manjusri no longer asked.

Song Qianji is a different person from the rumors.

Ji Chen put away the question book, raised his eyebrows, and sent a voice transmission to Lin Feiyuan: "Did you notice that Ziye Manjusri is sitting next to him, and Brother Song seems to be much more lively."

He thought to himself that Brother Meng would only get scolded for saying such things, but luckily Brother Lin was there.

Lin Feiyuan rolled her eyes at Song Qianji's back, and sneered: "Who knows what's wrong with him. He just likes to provoke and not easy to provoke."