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I didn't see the excitement of Song Xianguan in Qianqu County, but only saw the excitement of Ji's family in Baifeng County.

The hosts of the Huawei Sect were a little bit downhearted.

"How is Red Candle's preparations?" Xu Yun summoned the head deacon to ask.

There was still an hour before the grand ceremony officially started. According to the procedure, Chen Hongzhu should burn incense and make up in the apse.

She will change into a four-layer dress that stretches the floor, a golden crown inlaid with shark beads from the West Sea on her head, exquisite Lingyu and wreath tassels on her waist.

When the bells and drums sound, the auspicious time has come before you can appear in front of people.

"The maid next to Miss Cai was talking back and forth, and she has already dressed properly." The deacon paused, as if he was hesitating whether to say, "Master Wei has passed."

Xu Yun frowned, and turned to look at the middle-aged monk beside him: "Reverend Wei."

Wei Zhanyang's father made a surprised look and said with a smile: "He might want to go and see if there is anything he can do to help. The relationship between young people gets better quickly."

"Oh." Xu Yun nodded, "Zhan Yang has a heart."

Yesterday, Wei Zhanyang lost his composure at Shishuiqiao, and spread a few unpleasant rumors. Although they were catching wind and shadows, they also aroused the dissatisfaction of Huaweizong, so they put pressure on the Wei family.

Today Wei Zhanyang behaved attentively and enthusiastically, holding his own red candle early, which is really normal.

The auspicious time is approaching.No matter what the feelings are, there is no turning back.

The guests deliberately chatted loudly, especially the small sects and vassal states attached to the Huawei Sect, and they should take this opportunity to show their loyalty:

"Young master Wei is young and talented, and the young lady is beautiful and noble. The two families have been married since then. It's really a happy event."

"It is our destiny to witness the engagement of a pair of bi people with my own eyes. Today, I have been blessed with such strong luck, and the way of cultivation will be smoother."

"Comrades, please." Xu Yun raised his glass, "Bad tea, bad wine, poor hospitality, please forgive me."

The guests then poured wine and drank.

During the banquet, the monk who knew wine was very excited, and he was full of praise for the host: "The 600-year-old green ant is aged, and you can't buy it even if there are spirit stones outside. It is really a waste of money."

"If there is no Missy's engagement banquet, how can I wait for my blessing."

Song Qianji knew what it meant to be drunk, he didn't dare to touch the jug at hand, and only ate some melon and fruit snacks and delicate dishes.

When others invited him to drink green ant wine, he could only drink from a jasper soup cup.

Although the spirit wine brewed by Huawei Sect is not as full-bodied as Dayan Sect's unique craftsmanship, it is rich in spiritual energy and contains a variety of spiritual herbs.

Song Qianji greeted Meng Heze and others: "Everyone drink, don't waste it."

Meng Heze seriously refused.Lin Feiyuan snatched the jug, took a sip, and invited his disciples to drink as if he were beating a drum to pass flowers.

When the disciples went out to hunt, they only drank dirty wine made from grain.After a few cups of Green Ant Spirit wine, he was full of energy and flushed, as if he had returned to the hunting team barbecue.

The main hall is resplendent and magnificent, and the disciples of each sect stand respectfully behind the representatives of each sect.

Only Qianqu talked and laughed, ate and drank, enjoying himself, as if in his own backyard.

This scene made other disciples envious, and also made many people express their disdain sourly:

"A bunch of mud legs, Song Qianji doesn't care about them?

"There are no rules, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, what is the system. Could it be that Qianqu is this kind of monk?"

Li Ying saw him next to him, but smiled and said: "It turns out that Senior Brother Song is so generous to the disciples below. I heard that the disciples of the Song Academy seldom restrict themselves, but they are all loyal. It seems to be true."

"They are not my disciples, nor are they subordinates." Song Qianji said, "Just follow me to practice temporarily. If you love me, I will. Loyalty to yourself is the way, so why talk about 'loyalty' to me."

"You love me..." Li Ying was slightly stunned, and murmured, "How many school rules can make people willing."

"Friend Midnight Daoist!" Over there, Song Qianji had already raised the soup cup and invited Ziye Manjusri, "I'll replace the wine with soup, can you have a glass?"

Ziye Manjusri raised his eyebrows slightly, as if hesitating.

"Excuse me, Song Xianguan, the supervisor has never liked to drink alcohol." Qing Zhai sternly refused.

"I'll drink it for senior brother." Zi Mo said with a smile.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "It's okay to break the rules once in a while. Come on, I'll make this half bowl of ginseng soup first."

Everyone in Qingya feels the same and is speechless.How could there be someone like Song Qianji?

The supervisor brother must not be used to his problems.

Midnight Manjusri drank a toast.

He put down the wine cup, his brows stretched, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he returned to normal in an instant.

Song Qianji smiled secretly.

Some people invite people in public, in order not to be "disrespectful", Ziye Manjusri will "reluctantly" toast.

To be a role model for all, of course, one must stay away from lust for food, sex and wealth.

The more dignified he is, the less others dare to offend, for fear of tarnishing the gods.

But Song Qianji knew he wanted to drink.

In the previous life, he was too tired to kill in the Blood River Valley.In all directions, endless monsters roared like mountains and tsunami, rolling in like tides.

The sun and the moon are dark.There are only two living people left in the world.

The two of them were almost exhausted, their blood was drained dry, they were numb and exhausted, and supported their bodies with the only remaining desire to survive.

Song Qianji wiped his face.

Holding the sword, he tightly wrapped the hilt of the sword with his hand with the half-torn sleeve.

"Hey, dead face." Song Qianji shouted, "If you don't die this time, what do you want to do most?"

Midnight Manjusri was wiping the knife again, using a torn handkerchief that was stained with blood.

Even though he was messed up and dirty, he still maintained his habit and was serious and meticulous.

"I want to drink," he said softly.

Song Qianji laughed and coughed, not caring that the wound in the abdominal cavity burst and blood flowed profusely:

"No, you haven't had a drink yet?!"

In fact, he has never drank it before, he has only seen others drink it, but at this time, face is obviously more important.

"Drink it, it's delicious. It was 100 years ago." Ziye Manju asked, "How about you?"

Song Qianji spat out a mouthful of blood, and said loudly: "I want to see Miaoyan! It is said that the number one beauty in the cultivation world is celestial, and she is so beautiful. I haven't seen it with my own eyes. How can I be willing to die?"

Ziye Manjusri frowned.

Song Qianji knew that this meant disliking him for his vulgarity, but he didn't care: "If you don't die this time, I'll buy you a drink!"

"I'll take you to see Fairy Miaoyan."

"Famous and decent, you must count your words!"

They survived by luck, but did not drink the wine.

When Song Qianji saw Miaoyan with his own eyes, it was already a long time since Ziye Manjusri died.

After a long time, heavy snow covered the comprehension world one after another, and the forgetful monks no longer mentioned his name.

"Fairy Miaoyan has arrived—" Hua Weizong deacon said loudly.

Amidst the sound of gasping, Song Qianji came back to his senses, and picked up the crab paste with his chopsticks in a trance.

The crab paste tastes sweet and sweet. It is served on a clear jade plate in front of you, and its color is golden yellow and orange.

Just like Miaoyan's orange floor-length skirt and golden arm veil today.

"Huawei Mountain is an evil place, anyone who thinks of it will come here." Song Qianji sighed.

Miao Yan has a clean temperament and strives for an aesthetic feeling of "lifting weight as if it is light and effortless", and rarely wears colorful clothes or luxurious jewelry.

But today is a special occasion, she was invited by Huawei Sect to play a song to celebrate the grand ceremony.

So she attended in full dress, and the pearls and jade on her sideburns reflected the brilliance of the hall, making everyone amazed and stunned.

Ji Chen said in a low voice: "Brother Song is in a daze, so he also likes to see beauties."

Meng Heze: "Nonsense, Brother Song never judges people by their appearance, and the famous aphorism of 'Pink Skull' has been handed down!"

Ji Chen stuck out his tongue: "I almost forgot."

Song Qianji had met three times in close quarters with someone who was hard to see in his previous life, and who he didn't want to see after rebirth, and who was too lazy to see.

Passing Water Bridge, Flower Appreciation Fair, Qiankun Palace.

If you were any other young monk, you should feel that Sansheng is lucky.

It is also an honor for Huawei Sect to invite Fairy Miaoyan to play the music.

Miao Yan spoke with a soft voice like yarn: "Congratulations to Hongzhu on her engagement."

The guests stood up to show their thanks.

Xu Yun said: "Thank you fairy."

Miao Yan didn't summon the qin, but took a lute from the maid.

The surface of the pipa is painted with phoenix-tailed long feathers, and the silk strings are shining.

After she stood still in the center of the hall, everyone took their seats.

"Fortunately, I have heard Fairy Miaoyan play the piano, but I have never heard a fairy play the pipa."

"There is good wine to clear the spiritual veins, and there are fairy voices to organize the aura and help people to enlighten. The Huawei Sect is worthy of being a great sect."

Only Song Qianji felt something was wrong: "Phoenix Terrace?"

Miaoyan is proficient in a variety of musical instruments, and her natal instrument is the piano.Her piano sound can best help monks practice.

Her pipa masterpiece "Phoenix Terrace" is also very famous, but it is rarely shown in front of people.

It is said that when the strings are moving, the phantom of the phoenix dance flies out of the face of the pipa, which can be called "Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Stage".

Song Qianji once heard Miao Yan say: "The qin has nine virtues. If you have other purposes and are not sincere and calm, playing the qin will easily damage the aura of the qin body. It is better not to play it."

Song Qianji didn't understand what "other purpose" was at the time.

Persuading: "When you don't want to play, you don't have to play. No one can force you to play."

When he was about to die, Miao Yan rushed over with her pipa in her arms and played "The Overlord Disarms His Armor".

It was too late for him to understand.

Song Qianji buried his head and took another mouthful of crab paste.

Today is a day of great joy, what purpose can Miaoyan have?

……

Miao Yan stood in the middle of the hall, her eyes swept over the guests.

If you wish, you can see people's amazing, obsessed, and eager expressions.

She likes to stand in the middle of thousands of people and be respected, but she doesn't like to be crowded.

At this time, the distance is just right, and the atmosphere of the occasion is just right.

Although it was Chen Hongzhu's engagement banquet, if people mentioned it later, they might not remember Chen Hongzhu's attire, they would only remember Miao Yan playing a piece of music.

If it was the past, she would be very satisfied.

But today is different.She was more apprehensive and excited, like a little girl who had just learned the rhythm many years ago and was unfamiliar with silk strings but full of curiosity.

She wanted to find an answer to a riddle that had bothered her for a long time and was becoming mentally disturbed.

Compared with the prison that was as solid as a mountain in her heart, the pressure that He Qingqing brought to her was as light as a speck of dust.

"Fairy, this house is full of guests, who do you want most in your heart?" The maid couldn't help asking when she was dressing Miao Yan.

She shook her head without answering.

At this moment, Miao Yan is standing in the hall, her eyes are fixed and her chin is raised slightly, but she can see the guests on both sides of the hall from the corner of her eye.

Everyone is looking at her.

Only Song Qianji was immersed in eating crab paste.

"I just hope it's not him."

Miao Yan nodded slightly, indicating that the host can start.

Xu Yun raised his hand, suddenly raised his whisk, and thousands of silver threads streaked across the air.

The glazed tiles of Qiankun Temple flashed a burst of ripples and quickly "faded".

As Xuyun's dust whisk fell, the other five peak masters of Huawei Sect stood up together and summoned their natal artifacts.

Everyone in the hall looked up in amazement, and through the transparent roof, they could clearly see the patterns of flowing clouds and the tracks of flying birds in the blue sky.

The sea of ​​clouds rushes like a tsunami, forming a rapidly rotating vortex, and the jubilant five-color carp sinks into the depths of the clouds.

Five rays of light flew out of the hall, rushed through the transparent glazed tiles, and condensed into five petal shadows on the sea of ​​clouds, which merged into one flower.

The surging sea of ​​clouds supports the flower shadow, which rapidly expands to cover the entire Huawei Mountain, like a giant umbrella holding up the sky.

In an instant, the aura of the heaven and the earth changed, which was enough to make the monk's heart tremble.

"Hua Weizong's sea of ​​clouds has moved!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the hall, and all the disciples of Qianqu were also shocked.

"What a grand formation." Ji Chen murmured.

Everyone in Huawei Sect felt elated.

This scene was originally arranged to be a showpiece at the Dengwen Conference. Who would have thought that the three sages would gather at the conference, but the host was cautious and did not dare to use the axe.

Song Qianji has seen it in his previous life, and what he saw was an improved version.

He couldn't help laughing for a moment.

It's okay to fool a young man who has never seen the world. In a real fight, no matter how powerful the light and shadow are, they are all false tricks to confuse the opponent.

He knew that the real murderous intent of Huawei Sect's formation was hidden on the seemingly peaceful and harmless Passing Water Bridge.

Lin Feiyuan sent a voice transmission to Ji Chen, Meng Heze, and Song Qianji: "Look carefully, this is the power of the Dazongmen's mountain protection formation. When Xuyun opened the formation, the five peak masters worked together to inject spiritual energy, and Huawei Mountain All inanimate dead things, every flower, every grass, every stone and every tree are under their absolute control. The so-called foundation and accumulation of the great sect for thousands of years cannot be smashed through with your head. Be careful next time and don’t go to other people’s houses. Deliver food!"

Meng Heze knew that he was talking about himself, so he didn't even refute, nodded and said:

"If Miss Chen hadn't sacrificed herself to help that night, I'm afraid we would have been trapped in the sect."

Ji Chen is full of ambition: "Sooner or later, I will also let Qianqu have such a powerful formation!"

"No." Song Qianji shook his head and said, "Grass and trees are not dead things."

Lin Feiyuan was choked by his attention, and said a few perfunctory words: "Okay, okay, your plants in the Song Dynasty are more like people than people, and they all listen to you."

"No." Song Qianji still insisted, "No vegetation anywhere is dead. Even Huawei Mountain is the same."

Lin Feiyuan chuckled, too lazy to get used to him:

"If they have spirits, let them bloom and see if they listen to you."

Song Qianji said nothing.

He thought of the old pine beside the cliff.

The old tree that lived the same life as the mountain and survived thousands of years of wind and rain, I don't know if it has agreed to my heart.

When the formation was driven to the extreme, three sharp sounds of "Zheng, Zheng, Zheng" were suddenly heard.

It's like swords fighting, which is frightening.

The monk stopped and exclaimed, and the hall was silent for a while.

It turned out that Fairy Miaoyan fretted the strings.

After the three strong sounds of the pipa, the sound is like a waterfall, flowing out from the beauty's fingertips, touching the hearts of the people.

Song Qianji took a deep breath, and his smile changed into a helpless wry one.

Adapted version of "Song of Wind and Snow".

Come again.

it's not good.

…………

Wei Zhanyang followed Chen Hongzhu's gaze and looked out the window, feeling a slight twitch in his heart.

Huawei Sect must have spent a lot of spiritual stones and put in a lot of effort in order to support the facade today.

So he can only succeed.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

He took a deep breath: "Red Candle, please think carefully about what I just said. You only have this chance."

"is it?"

For some reason, Chen Hongzhu's expression was a little dazed, she seemed to be absent-minded, thinking about other important things.

The maid has stepped back.

Light incense was lit in the empty apse, and only the two of them were left facing each other.

Every word uttered echoes.

"That's right. I'm doing it for your own good!" Wei Zhanyang said sincerely, "I know you have him in your heart, and the last thing I want is to steal someone's beauty. More importantly..."

He deliberately paused to attract Chen Hongzhu's attention, "I know how your father plans to kill him."