salted fish soaring

"Look at my face, isn't it more beautiful than when we met last time?"

When Song Qianji heard this question, he stopped and looked around carefully: "I'm sorry, I can't see it."

He Qingqing smiled: "Brother Song has no distracting thoughts, so naturally he can't see it." She took out a jade bottle: "This is for you."

Song Qianji stared at the mouth of the bottle, aware of some familiar aura, and couldn't help frowning: "What is it?"

"It's something good for monks."

"What!"

"This is..." He Qingqing took a deep breath, and said through voice transmission: "The juice of the root of the supernatural tree. It can help monks improve their cultivation!"

As for being pushed down the mine by the same door and discovering the root system of the superstar tree to get this thing, she didn't mention it.

Song Qianji was taken aback.

Supertree? !

That's right, now the world of self-cultivation is smooth and peaceful on the surface, and the evil spirits and demons are leaderless and hiding in Tibet.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, there is no great war between good and evil, no catastrophe, and the end of the world is far away. Who can predict the world in more than 100 years?

Song Qianji shook his head.

"You don't want it?" He Qingqing was surprised.

"I don't want it, and I advise you not to want it either." Song Qianji said seriously, "No matter what your cultivation level is, it's better to keep up than to wait. The shortcut is sometimes a detour. And people live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees fall in autumn. As long as it is a tree, there is always a certain number of vitality. Sooner or later To meet death."

He Qingqing thought, Superstar is not an ordinary tree.How could this kind of behemoth support the heaven and the earth, live the same life as the sun and the moon, die?

Besides, I take only a little juice, like a drop of water from the sea.

"I see." She took back the jade bottle, "But Senior Brother Song, not everyone is like you..."

Song Qianji and He Qingqing stopped talking.The college students following behind were panicked:

"Why did they stop? Senior supervisor is still going forward?"

"Nonsense, we are now walking openly. If others stop, we will stop. That is called stalking!"

"That makes sense! Oops, we're about to bump into each other, brother, do you want to say hello?"

Before He Qingqing finished speaking, she saw everyone in Qingya: "I should go."

"Take care." Song Qianji said.

Zi Mo said happily: "Junior Sister He, no, Senior Sister He!"

They felt that He Qingqing should say something to them, at least Ziye Manjusri.

Many people in the college privately believed that she was rescued by the supervisor, and without Qingya, there would be no her.No matter how far you go in the future, you will be Qingya's junior sister who goes out.

But He Qingqing just nodded slightly.

Ziye Manjusri nodded at the same time.

Without more words to say, the two passed each other.

It's like meeting fellow Taoists by chance.

The overly enthusiastic smiles of the Qingya students froze on their faces, a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Song Qianji took the initiative to speak: "Ziye Daoist, Qingya everyone, we meet again, what a coincidence!"

"Unfortunately, I'm following you." Ziye Manjusri said.

Qingzhai and Zimo yelled through sound transmission:

"Even if it's true, brother can't say it!"

"How can people accept this! I can't take it anymore, dig a crack in the ground!"

Song Qianji naturally answered, "Have you considered it, Fellow Daoist Midnight?"

Others couldn't understand this sentence, and they were speechless. Ziye Manjusri knew that Song Qianji was asking the previous request.

——Before each breakthrough, can you tell him in advance so that he can prepare early.

He didn't answer, but asked instead: "How to bloom?"

Under the Huawei Sect's strongest sea of ​​clouds formation, how to hide from everyone and perform the snow flowering technique?

Not only Ziye Manjusri didn't understand, but the guests and the host couldn't figure it out.

Only Qianqu disciples are used to this.

They thought that in Qianqu County, where there had been no rain for three years and the sky was dry and the ground was cracked, Brother Song could wait for the rain.

A few flowers are nothing.

Qing Zhai hurriedly explained: "Brother Supervisor means that I don't know what magic Song Xianguan used..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qianji said: "I know what you want to ask. I don't have spells, and I didn't do anything with the formation. I just discussed with them last night. If you want to open it, you can open it. If you don't want to open it, forget it." You have to be willing."

The old pine has the same longevity as Huawei Mountain, and its root system extends in all directions.

It transmits the news, infiltrates the undead spring into the soil, and distributes it to other flowers and plants.

"I didn't hurt anyone either. At that time, the music and the formation were fused together, and if the music was broken, the formation was also broken. They were backlashed by the formation and hurt themselves."

Ziye Manjusri still looked at him, blinking his black and white eyes.

Song Qianji lowered his head and tugged at the tassels on the sleeves of his dress: "I've made it clear. Don't you believe me?"

On the Passing Water Bridge just now, he used a potato flower in a jade box to swindle all over the audience. I am afraid that he has already lost his credibility in the opponent's heart.

Ziye Manjusri said solemnly, "Thank you."

It is not formations that can really reverse the spring and winter, and it is not the fear of power that can unite people's hearts.

Just like the disciples who followed Song Qianji, the fugitives and casual practitioners who went to Qianqu.

Things in this world, even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, I am afraid to do it willingly.

However, easier said than done, few people can really do it.

Wenshu thought in the middle of the night, so the book sage handed over Huachun Mountain to Song Qianji.

Song Qianji was overjoyed: "No thanks, as long as you promise me..."

Before the words fell, the wind was sharp, and a group of white shadows whizzed over!

Ziye Wenshu pressed the knife subconsciously, but he soon realized that it was not a hidden weapon.

The wind of the knife was too sharp, and it was easy to accidentally injure others by drawing the knife, so he only avoided it sideways.Bai Ying brushed against his ear, feeling a little cool.

At the same time, another group of white shadows came, and Song Qianji waved his sleeves to hit him.

"Crack!" A snowball hit Ziye Wenshu on the shoulder.

Song Qianji: "...I didn't do it on purpose."

When he turned around, white air hit his face and his eyes were dazzled.

The young man Qianqu roared past them like a heat wave.

Accompanied by shouting, laughing, running, and unbearable swear words.

"Meng Heze, you bastard! If I don't push you into the snow today, I won't be your uncle!" It was Lin Feiyuan.

"Who used ice cubes? Who the hell used ice cubes to shade me?" It was Ji Chen.

The snow on the branches was shaken off by laughter, and Manjushri was sprinkled all over his head and shoulders in the middle of the night.

Ziye Manjusri was stunned.

He is a master of shadow shifting technique, as long as he wants, he can avoid every snowflake without getting any wet clothes.

"These little bastards!" Song Qian smiled angrily, and stretched out his hand awkwardly, wanting to pat the snow for the other party,

"Fellow Daoist laughed, they are not usually like this. It's just that today they are happy and a little bit above. Cough, I didn't teach this either."

All the creatures in Qingya were shocked and speechless, completely dumbfounded.

"What are these people doing? They don't look like Bingxi either."

"I don't know, their words and deeds are vulgar, disrespectful, and they don't look like monks, but they seem... very happy."

Another group of white shadows struck.

"Brother Song, come together!"

With the long sleeves of Song Qianji's dress rolled up, he rolled up a snowball and threw it back, angrily said: "Come on, who is still messing around!"

The energy in the mid-air was surging, and the snow and dust were flying up, falling like an ice crystal rain.

The teenagers laughed loudly and scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Song Qianji looked at Ziye Manjusri's snow-covered body again, and couldn't help sighing with the shocked eyes of the people in Qingya.

False success.It's all due to a group of unsatisfactory family members.

But he heard the man whisper:

"I promise."

……

"Brother Song, did we embarrass you just now?" Ji Chen asked in a low voice, "When I go back, I will urge Wei Ping to write the latest test booklet and send it to those who do the test questions, and make up for them!"

"No, everyone is doing really well." Song Qianji was in a good mood and walked briskly.

"Really?" Meng Heze asked.

"Of course!" Song Qianji said to himself.

Lin Feiyuan asked tentatively, "Are you sober?"

Song Qianji: "I'm not drunk."

When you come, you are ready, and when you go, you are relaxed and happy.

The sun sets early in the deep winter, and after saying goodbye to all the creatures in Qingya, the sky is almost dusk.

The disciples of Qianqu walked out of the mountain gate and looked back. The majestic palaces and palaces of Huawei Mountain shone golden in the setting sun, but they were inexplicably cold.

"It's really that easy to come out. You won't be looking for trouble when you go back this way?"

"They haven't cleaned up their own mess, so how can they bother with us?"

"Even if they have to deal with it, they should deal with the Wei family first!"

"Ha, let them fight."

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Let's go shopping."

The disciples cheered for a while.

Everyone in Huawei City was discussing what happened this morning.Most of the storytellers are mortals and casual cultivators who came to watch the excitement.

Wei Zhanyang who was cut, Chen Hongzhu who swore to follow the Tao, and Song Qianji who was better than Fairy Miaoyan and everyone in Xianyinmen.

Enough for the big taverns and teahouses to talk about half a year.

Ji Chen went to pick pearl flowers for his sister, and Meng Heze went to buy cakes for his parents.

In the midst of singing and dancing, a thought suddenly flashed in Lin Feiyuan's mind.

He doesn't want to spoil the fun, but it's an occupational disease of assassins

——If I were to kill Song Qianji again, I would definitely choose this time.

"What's wrong?" Song Qianji asked.