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Master Xu Yun murmured: "That person is still alive...he's still alive!"

He stamped his feet, whether to cry or not, to laugh or not, his wrinkled face twitched together.

Contrary to his usual majestic and solemn appearance, it is very funny.

Song Qianji was silent.

Do you want to find out whether Xian Jianchen is dead or alive?

If you have nothing to do, call his name in Qiankun Palace to see if he will be struck by lightning.

It can't kill people, even if you shout at the frequency of three meals a day, it will be louder.

How much psychological shadow did Xian Jianchen leave on you?It actually made a group of top-level experts willing to be ostriches.

He forgot that "ostrich" is also watching people order dishes.

"Shuzi is courting death!"

With a shout like thunder, a burst of fire rushed straight to Song Qianji's door.

To be precise, it was the fiery sword energy.

The entire hall was enveloped in it, and the temperature rose instantly.

Among the five peak masters of Huawei Sect, Zhao Taiji, the peak master of Chishui Peak, has the most violent temper.

Angry at the crown, he made a killing move, wanting to kill this outer disciple who caused a catastrophe on the spot!

Song Qianji remained motionless.

Sword Qi pressed against his face, and the heat wave blew his forehead and hair.

From the perspective of others, he was frightened and stupid.

A second before the sword energy pierced his throat, a figure stopped in front of him.

Master Xuyun flicked his wide sleeves.

The blazing flames of the main hall dissipated without a trace.Only the cold moonlight is left shining on the glazed bricks.

"Brother?!" Peak Master Chishui was startled, "Why are you stopping me!"

Master Xuyun said: "That man and this son once had a half-teacher friendship!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored him, only turned to Song Qianji and said, "It's because of your unintentional mistake, let me forgive you once! Remember, you must never say that name in this hall!"

"Disciple knows."

The expressions of the five peak masters in the hall changed slightly.

Half-teacher friendship?

They changed to a complex and gloomy, penetrating gaze, looking at Song Qianji from top to bottom, inside and out.

A young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing old clothes and shoes, can hardly hide his handsome face.

Although polite, but not cramped, not panic.

Standing confidently in the resplendent and resplendent Asgard, as if he had come home, the elders and strong men were the guests.

They hate this kind of assertiveness, because it brings to mind "the man" in the torn robe.

The corners of Zhao Taiji's eyes twitched slightly when he shot with anger just now, his fists clenched in his sleeves, but finally let go.

There are very few "living people" in the world who know the name Xian Jianchen.

Those who have never seen him and admire him call him "Sword God, old man".

Those who have seen him and are afraid of him only dare to say "that man" and "that sword".

As long as "that person" doesn't die for a day, there will be a sharp sword hanging over the heads of Huawei Sect's Qiankun Palace, the head of the sect and all the peak masters.

This is a taboo, a secret, and even more a shame.

Who would have thought that tonight, an outer disciple, stepping on muddy cloth shoes, walked into Qiankun Hall as if walking after a meal, so simple and straightforward.

His status is low, his cultivation level is even lower, and he has an innocent face, which is extremely irritating.

But you just can't do anything to him.

Because that person had seen him, taught him, and left him a word.

Master Xuyun read this sentence again at this time, no longer felt it was a kind reminder from the other party, but only felt it was mocking and beating:

"The lotus flower falls in the dead sea, and the door of life opens in the clouds."

Every word hit him hard in the face.

He failed to break through to transform into a god, and needed "Dead Sea Anemone" as medicine to heal his injuries. However, the Dead Sea is vast and full of dangers, and the anemone has a special spirituality, and it only bloomed overnight and then withered.

He sent his confidants to seek for a long time but could not find it, so he had already planned to give up.

But Xi Jianchen randomly found an outer sect disciple, and told him, "Shengmen Yunlikai", meaning to let him go to the "Shengyun Strait" in the Dead Sea to search for it.

This kind of interest, and casually pointing out the style, is very similar to pointing at him casually back then, and pointing him to be the head.

Through Song Qianji's scribbled handwriting, Xu Yun seemed to see Xian Jianchen smilingly saying:

You can be the head of this school for 200 years, not because you can.

Just because I am happy.

He inhaled silently, and when he spoke to Song Qianji again, he had recovered his majesty and calmness, even like a kind elder:

"The senior who taught you was also a disciple of my sect hundreds of years ago. It was only after some misunderstandings that he left the sect. Since he recognized you, I should have continued to teach you..."

Song Qianji pretended to be longing, his eyes bright.

Xu Yun continued: "But his seniority is too high. Although he and you do not have the name of master and apprentice, they have the reality of master and disciple. If I take you as an apprentice again, the seniority will be messed up. Not only me, but anyone in Huawei Sect A peak master or an elder cannot mess with this seniority."

Song Qianji showed disappointment.

Xu Yun changed the subject, "The breathing restraint technique and light body technique you learned were created by that senior after he left the sect, and they are indeed not my sect's exercises. I have already known about the case of a disciple named Meng in the Discipline Hall. Innocent, but there are clan rules, letting him go just like that is against the rules, and he won't be able to convince the crowd!"

Song Qianji made a nervous expression again: "Then how should we deal with it?"

"It's not necessary to abolish his cultivation. It's just that he has to go down the mountain." Xu Yun sighed regretfully, but said cruelly, "You taught that disciple for his own good, but you didn't want to harm him because of it. He will live and die in the future Let it be."

Song Qianji saluted: "Since it is the disciple's fault, then the disciple is willing to take it for him, please come down the mountain!"

"Really?" Xu Yun didn't expect it to go so smoothly, but was startled instead, "You are willing to swear that you won't get angry because of it?"

"I am willing!"

Xu Yun helped him up with both hands, and praised him again and again: "Good boy, good boy! If you go down the mountain tomorrow, I will send someone to see you off!"

After all, he is a teenager at heart, and he dares to be a hero when he speaks out.

Song Qianji also laughed: "I don't dare to bother the master."

Open-minded person, it's so comfortable to act with you!

The five peak masters in the hall looked at each other, they didn't expect it to be so simple, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

They were also afraid that Xu Yun would shrink their heads, and instead pointed one of them to be Song Qianji's master.

If this bastard looks under his nose, he will think of "that person" when he sees him in the future, and he will hate his house, who can bear it?

You can't kill, you can't kill, you can't take.

It's still Xuyun's old fox with deep knowledge, fooling away with a few words, out of sight and out of mind.

Even if this kid wakes up later and regrets it too late, he still hates the disciples surnamed Meng, and he can't hate them.

Song Qianji saluted again and said goodbye.

The six Huawei Sect powerhouses smiled kindly, and Yiyi saw him off, the atmosphere was so peaceful and beautiful that it was scary.

****

When Song Qianji walked out of the palace gate, he didn't see the sea of ​​clouds and bright moon at first sight, but the two Discipline Hall disciples.

"It really came out! He came out with all his beard and tail!" The tall man shouted first.

Song Qianji nodded in a good mood.

The three returned and set foot on the passing water bridge.

The tall man looked back: "It was really weird just now, there was a sudden thunder and wind, I thought I was going to be hacked to death!"

The short one snorted softly: "Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of thunder!"

When they came, the two walked in front of Song Qian's fuselage to lead the way.When Song Qianji went there, he walked like flying, and the two ran after him.

The tall man asked: "When are you going to the casino at the foot of the mountain? My name is Qiu Dacheng, and his name is Xu Wangshan. Make friends and bet with you in the future!"

"I'm going down the mountain tomorrow. Not going to the casino."

The short Xu Wangshan asked: "Then when will you come back?"

"Not coming back!"

Qiu Dacheng was startled, and exclaimed: "You were driven down the mountain?!"

Song Qianji nodded.

Xu Wangshan jumped up: "No way! After tossing all night, you finally took the blame for your unlucky brother, so why bother!"

Looking at Song Qianji again, there was no sign of resentment, but a touch of joy exuded from the inside out.

The two followed behind him in a daze, and the more they looked at him, the more they felt that the person's back was taller.

The mountains stand up.

For some reason, I still envy Meng Heze.

****

Before dawn, Song Qianji's baggage had already been packed.

He didn't have anything at first, he didn't plan to bring a sword, and there were only old clothes in his bag.

It's just a pity that the land in the courtyard has just been dug up, and I haven't had time to plant things yet.

Master Xuyun asked him to "leave tomorrow", so he didn't set off overnight, it seemed too urgent and easily aroused the other party's suspicion and repentance.

He wanted to run away quietly while Meng Heze was recuperating in the hospital and Zhou Xiaoyun's group of outer disciples ignored him.

So the gate of the courtyard was closed tightly, pretending to be in the main peak and not coming back yet.

He didn't expect that the two Discipline Hall disciples, Qiu Dacheng and Xu Wangshan, would report the news.

As a result, Meng Heze sat up in shock while dying, and someone brought a stretcher.

"We are here to apologize." Zhou Xiaoyun spoke first, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Song, I misunderstood you so much earlier."

The girl's face was flushed, but her voice was firm and loud, and she bowed neatly.

Several people behind her yelled sorry.

Song Qianji supported his forehead.

"Senior Brother Song, can you borrow what kind of sword you use?" Zhou Xiaoyun asked.

Song Qianji: "Why?"

A disciple who scolded him before scratched his head a little embarrassedly:

"We collected some money and plan to buy you a good sword."

Song Qianji: "...No need."

"Senior Brother Song, don't refuse, please let us do something for you."

"No need, I won't need a sword in the future." Song Qianji laughed, a relaxed smile from the heart, "I'm going down the mountain today!"

The small courtyard was suddenly dead silent.

Only the sound of the wind blowing flowers.

The calls of magpies on the branches became desolate.

Meng Heze on the stretcher didn't speak until now:

"Do not."

His voice is hoarse.His face was as pale as a ghost, his eyes were sunken, and he stared straight at Song Qianji.

"Don't think too much about it." Song Qianji looked up at the sky: "I am willing to go down the mountain myself. Look at Huawei Mountain, red flowers bloom, yellow leaves fall, green clouds curl up in purple clouds, it seems that there will never be an end.

"Ordinary people are different. Ordinary people have a short lifespan. Decades of effort pass in the blink of an eye."

Thinking about it, I was obsessed with ascending to immortality a few days ago, so it was really unreasonable to give up suddenly.It would be better to act disheartened.

Song Qianji finally sighed: "Three years in Huawei Mountain, it was just a dream."

Meng Heze's Adam's apple moved, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Senior Brother Song, you are the hardest and most amazing person I have ever met. You shouldn't end up like this."

Zhou Xiaoyun and others also showed sadness in their eyes.

Don't call him Song Luo anymore, and call "Senior Brother Song" sadly.

Song Qianji comforted them: "There is no right or wrong in this world, only can. Everything is fate, and I don't have this fate."

Life?The man who designed to harm others was on the rise, but Senior Brother Song's future was cut short.I only hate that the sky has no eyes.

A sense of injustice burned in Meng Heze's chest, causing his eyes to turn red.

How could Song Qianji accept his fate, and why did he accept his fate? Who would be willing to be a mortal again after seeing the Dao of Tongtian!

"I will never let you fall into the mortal world, as long as I am here, I will definitely help you ascend the immortal path!" The young man suddenly raised his hand and swore to the sky, "I, Meng Heze, swear that when I succeed in cultivation, I will definitely help you ascend the immortal path!" Come down the mountain to pick you up, or I..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Song Qianji's eyes widened in disbelief, and he pressed down his finger hastily.

I have no grievances or enmities with you, why do you insist on killing me? !

"Senior Brother Song." Meng Heze was about to say something when suddenly a gust of wind passed by, and a red shadow rushed to his eyes.

The man didn't knock on the door, just kicked the door and barged in.

It seems that there is no place in Huaweizong that she can't go to.

With a flying butterfly on her head, she swayed three times with each step, reflecting the rays of the morning sun.

Wearing a red dress with a long whip at the waist.

Meng Heze and the others didn't recognize her, but they guessed her identity from her dress and behavior style. They were momentarily in shock and stopped talking.

Song Qianji was also taken aback.

Last night in Qiankun Hall, the head said that he would send someone to send him down the mountain tomorrow.

But he thought it was just polite words, the purpose was to set a time and urge him to leave early.

That's okay, I can leave early if I deliver it.

Song Qianji immediately bid farewell to Meng Heze and others:

"Stop talking, I should go." Then he turned to Chen Hongzhu, smiled before saying anything, seeing her like a boy who gave away money, "Thank you, Senior Sister Chen."

Chen Hongzhu met his eyes, and thought of something, his face changed again, and then he was furious:

"Why are you laughing! Don't laugh!"

Song Qianji smiled and picked up the burden: "Okay, let's go."

"Wait." Chen Hongzhu snorted softly, "Thank you, Miss Ben first!"

Song Qianji didn't ask why: "Thank you, Senior Sister Chen."

"Of course you should thank me!" Chen Hongzhu laughed because he was obedient: "Let me tell you some good news!"

Song Qianji suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.