salted fish soaring

The streets are brightly lit, the flow of people is like weaving, and there are rows of shops.More hawkers set up stalls on the side of the road, loudly attracting customers.

Lin Feiyuan glanced over one by one.

Those beggars carrying bowls, women with children in their arms, and children eating sweet cakes are all like malicious eyeliners in disguise.

The scissors for cutting cloth, the knife for slicing beef, the throwing knife for juggling, and the sledgehammer for blacksmithing are all like murder weapons ready to fly out at any time.

There are also carriages with curtains hanging down, bullock carts pulling vats, and baskets covered with white cloth, all of which seem to be hiding a few assassins with high cultivation bases and specialize in killing Nascent Souls.

"It's okay, I have an occupational disease." Lin Feiyuan shook her head violently.

Huawei City is dazzling, and his mind is going to be messed up.

Song Qianji pointed: "Go if you really want to."

Lin Feiyuan followed the direction of his finger, and saw the sign "Newly Arrived in Furong Brocade" at the entrance of the silk and satin shop: "Don't insult my hobby."

I am the leader of an assassin, and I have never missed a shot in the industry for many years. Can you show me some basic respect?

"Okay, okay." Song Qianji wanted to give the other party some change to buy fabrics, "Everyone went to play."

Touch the storage bag, no money.

"Because they went, I didn't go." Lin Feiyuan still followed Song Qian's fuselage.

Meng Heze, Jichen and others are thinking of normal people, while he is thinking of assassins.

The more peaceful the more alert, the more fearful the more greedy.

"Did you... bring money?" Song Qianji asked.

"What?"

Looking at his expression, Song Qianji knew that he must have it, and turned to the soup dumpling vendor and shouted, "Boss, two cages."

"Why do you need two cages? I don't want to eat them!" Lin Feiyuan said.

A person like him always carries all his wealth with him.In case someone dies suddenly one day, the money has not been spent yet.

That would be a big loss.

As the rays of the sun fade away, paper lanterns are lit on the side of the road.

The stall was small, and the two of them huddled on the low stool.

Lin Feiyuan shook out a handkerchief and wiped her chopsticks slowly: "When it's time to eat, are you still a monk? It's all the faults that the Song Academy gave you. Hey, here you are."

"Happy today." Song Qianji took the chopsticks.

Ziye Manjusri agreed to his unreasonable request and exchanged news with him in time.

Every time he breaks through in the future, he can control behind the opponent.

He also found a way to suppress his cultivation.

When Huawei Mountain bloomed, the vitality of heaven and earth poured into Lingtai, and he saw his "wheat field" again.

The wheat is growing well, and the fields are wider than ever.Some of the ears of wheat faintly showed signs of turning fictitiousness into reality.

From now on, he will use the full spiritual energy in his body to solidify the "boundary".

This bottomless gold-swallowing beast can continuously absorb aura, and Song Qianji no longer dislikes the "wheat field" that can't be sold.

With these two things, Xian Jianchen can fool around when he comes.

Going back to Qianqu now, don't delay the spring sowing.

The soup dumplings are served on the table, and the fragrant and hot air blows over the face.

Lin Feiyuan snatched away the biggest one.

When Song Qianji started to eat, half the cage was already empty.

On other people's happy days, they sing to wine and get drunk. He can only eat a few soup dumplings.

Throughout the snack street, most of the stalls sell hot food, which warms the spleen and stomach in the deep winter and the twelfth lunar month.

Bursts of white mist pierced through the yellowish light of the lanterns, blurring the diners' faces.

The hot mist flew into the night sky, like faint fairy clouds and long green smoke.

……

The Temple of Worry is hidden among the clouds.

The curtains hang down, and the green smoke curls up.

After taking the elixir, Chen Hongzhu's complexion returned to rosy.She lay quietly on the bed, breathing evenly, looking very well-behaved.

"It's better when you were a child, no matter how willful you are to act like a spoiled child, it's just a joke." Xu Yun sighed, "Get a good sleep."

He lit the Anshen Huanmeng incense and closed the door silently.

"Let the red candle rest." He told the maid, "No one else is allowed to come in and disturb."

"Master." Yuan Qingshi whispered, "The disciple has gone."

His expression was calm, his fists clenched tightly, but his eyes showed nervousness.

"The arrow is already on the string, so I have to shoot it. Go ahead." Xu Yun patted the senior disciple on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I believe you can do well as a teacher."

The white crane fluttered its wings and carried Yuan Qingshi into the night clouds.

There was a cry of a crane, very shrill.

Seeing off his disciples, Xu Yun walked towards the back mountain.

There are no children to serve, no deacons and elders to follow.

He walked into a hidden dark room alone.

The indoor smoke is thick, filled with the rotten smell of old wood.

There are no tables and chairs, no lampstands, no veils, and it looks empty at first glance.

After nightfall, the main halls of Huawei Sect were as bright as day, and it was rare to see such a dark room.

Five voices sounded in the room: "The real master."

The five peak masters of Huawei Sect stood in the dark and waited for a long time.

Xu Yun nodded, pushed open a small window, and let a period of moonlight into the room, illuminating the walls

——The wall is full of tablets, the gloomy light is so strong that it frightens people's hearts and souls.

In all directions, immortal spirits of different sizes and with different fonts are densely packed, layer by layer to the heights.

The height does not see the top.

This place is actually the ancestral hall of the sect!

After the senior strongmen in the sect fell, their spiritual seats were enshrined here, enjoying the endless fireworks offerings of immortality in the mortal world, and being infiltrated by the power of faith and vows in the territory of Huawei Sect.

Ten years, hundreds of years, and thousands of years, day and night, silently blessed the sect.

The ancestral hall is an important place, and the door is not open for any major event.

In other words, as long as the door is opened, something big will happen.

If Chen Hongzhu's engagement ceremony goes smoothly today, she and her fiancé will also come to worship this ancestral hall.

Now the happy event has turned into a scandal, but the sect master and peak masters are still here.

They lit incense, bowed three times, and respectfully offered them to the incense burner.

Although there was a plan, when the real thing came to an end, some people still hesitated: "Do you really want to take this step?"

"This is the best time, they never thought of it." Zhao Taiji said coldly, "Kill Song Qianji and take back Qianqu County. My Zhao family will not take a single piece of Qianqu's mines. Give them all to the sect!"

"Zhao Feng advocates high righteousness!" As soon as these words came out, the other four peak leaders became convinced.

In fact, they all know that the matter of mineral deposits is small, but the status of the sect is of great importance.

In Tianxizhou, the Huawei Sect is the only one.Many weak sects, small countries and clans had no choice but to cling to this big tree, offering treasures and tribute to Huawei Sect, and bowing their knees to please.

Among them, they don't believe in Huaweizong, and even secretly resent it, but they have no side to rely on, and bow their heads for survival.

Qianqu is like a seedling sprouting, showing its sharp corners, and all parties are eagerly watching.Only some casual cultivators from mortal backgrounds who are poor and white dare to take root.

At today's wedding banquet, Song Qianji played a song, and he played against the Xianyinmen Orchestra alone, showing off his edge.

If Song Qianji is allowed to return to Qianqu and Songyuan smoothly, how many weak and small forces will drag their families and rush to join him.

After all, the aura of Qianqu County gradually recovered, and Song Qianji did not collect taxes.

The senior officials of Huawei Sect understand this truth.

Xu Yun said in a deep voice: "Let's begin."

Everyone cut their palms and slapped the altar, chanting words from low to high.

Blood spattered and trickled down the floor tiles.

The cold wind poured in from the windows, blowing away the thick smoke, chilling the bones.

Hundreds of spiritual cards trembled slightly and made a rattling sound.

The empty ancestral hall seemed to become extremely crowded in an instant, and gradually some people felt that there was not enough air and it was difficult to breathe:

"The real master, is it, is it done?"

Xu Yun shouted incessantly: "Show!"

The faint moonlight slanted into the house, lengthening their shadows.

There were clearly six people standing in the ancestral hall, and there was a shadow on the wall!

The black shadow of the skeleton quickly covered the skin and transformed into facial features.

A peak owner trembled suddenly: "Master, Master..."

Xu Yun shouted angrily: "You must never say your name!"

The peak master immediately woke up and kept silent.

Seven, eight, nine... phantoms rise up in the green smoke.

Until the room was crowded and crowded, the sharp shouts changed from weak to strong, almost bursting the eardrums.

Xu Yun looked up and saw hundreds of black shadows dancing in the air.They roared, laughed strangely, and collided, and the four walls shook violently.

If it weren't for the support of the formation, the majestic spiritual pressure would have already exploded the ancestral hall.

Zhao Taiji participated in the ceremony for the first time.Seeing such a strange scene for the first time, he was instinctively terrified, his legs trembled, but his eyes were bright, and he couldn't restrain his excitement.

This time, even though Song Qianji has three heads and six arms, and the ability to reach the sky, he will definitely die!

The background of a sect depends on which feng shui spiritual vein it occupies, how many forces it shelters, how many cheat books it collects, how many spiritual mines it mines, how many magic weapons it occupies, and how many gods, mahayana, hinayana, etc. are in the sect. A strong Nascent Soul Realm sits in charge, and how many talented disciples such a strong man has cultivated who can be counted among the younger generation.

But these are just "bright cards" that can be seen and felt.

The sea is flowing, the tide is ebb and flow, who can last forever.

If the small and medium-sized sects are in decline for a while, they can only pin their hopes on the "next generation".

There is one more way for the big sect, just like the Huawei sect, this generation failed to become a saint, and there is still the previous generation.

If the previous generation didn't have it, the previous generation always did.

Inherited from generation to generation, endless.

When the younger generations encounter troubles that are not easy to solve, the ancestors still have the bottom line.

The "back hand" left by the ancestors is the confidence, foundation, and trump card of a sect in the dark.

It includes the protective array, the secret treasure that cannot be easily used, and the escape route for instant transfer...

And, the ancestor himself.

Of course they are not really "people" anymore.

The physical body is gone, and a little remnant of the soul remains in the world.Half lost his sanity, forgetting all the grievances and grievances during his lifetime.

It exists only to protect the sect.

……

Since the establishment of the Huawei sect and the establishment of the sect, people gathered and came and went, and Huawei City gradually came into existence.

The city is backed by the fairy gate, and every household offers incense.The power of faith is deeply rooted, and it is one of the unshakable foundations of the sect.

Song Qianji is now in this city.

He ate soup dumplings, celebrated today's harvest, spent Lin Feiyuan's money to pay the bill, and continued shopping.

The more people walk, the less people there are, and the moonlight gradually dims.The deeper the night, the stronger the wind.

The wind blows over the large sleeves of Song Qianji's gown.There were few people on the street, so Lin Feiyuan also relaxed, and decided to buy a needle bag as a reward for herself.

"What are you two looking at?"

The carts of the street vendors are full of beautiful things, not only needle kits, but also small items such as wool, embroidered handkerchiefs, and sachets.

Lin Feiyuan leaned over and approached the needle.

Suddenly Song Qianji asked, "Where are we?"

He was too lazy to answer, and snorted coldly: "I said you were too drunk. This isn't Huawei City, how could it be Qianqu County?"

"This is not Qianqu County, nor Huawei City." Song Qianji said.

Lin Feiyuan looked up.

He suddenly realized something, and his hair stood up instantly.

"Where are Xiaomeng and the others?" Song Qianji's voice remained calm.

"It's not right there..." Lin Feiyuan narrowed her eyes.

The way it came from was hidden in the thick night fog and was no longer visible.

The bustling city is like a dream, and it disappears in an instant.

The stall owner didn't seem to understand what they said, so he still asked, "Do you want to buy it, sir?"

Overcast clouds floated in, covering the moonlight.Scarlet lanterns hung across the street, fluttering in the wind like two will-o'-the-wisps.

The night wind poured into the long street, and the whole street seemed to flow like a rushing river.

"Ah, I've spent a lot of money this time." Song Qianji murmured, "Move a city and kill me. When I want to lie down, I must stand up."

In the night fog at the end of the street, a figure stepped out.

Like the rising tide of the sea, densely packed figures came out.

"Have you brought your sword?" Song Qianji asked Lin Feiyuan.

Lin Feiyuan was expressionless: "I was cut off by you in Qianqufang."

……

Meng Heze, Ji Chen and others returned to the origin for the sixth time.

Ji Chen held the array disk in his hand and calculated quickly.However, no matter how hard he tried, the array only vibrated occasionally, showing chaotic and disorderly lines.

After walking down a street, it is still a lively street.

Repeatedly, like walking on a ring.

It would be a lie to say that there is no rush, but the formation is still neat.

The 24 disciples who came out this time are all experts in the hunting team and the best in the guard team.

At the seventh time, Ji Chen directly put away the array, stopped and shook his head.

Meng Heze asked in surprise, "You gave up?"

Ji Chen's face was a little pale: "Brother Meng, you must first have an formation before you can break the formation."

"What do you mean?" Meng Heze frowned.

"This is not an formation, there is no distinction between life and death, so there is no way to break the formation." Ji Chen said.

Some disciples swallowed, and reluctantly said: "It's not a formation, what the hell is that?"

"It's a real space." Ji Chen sighed, "We are no longer in Huawei City. To put it simply, someone took the projection of Huawei City for a certain period of time and put it in this space, making us think that Still in Huawei City.

Entering other people's space is like entering an old man's house, and is restricted by the law..."

There was a commotion in the ranks.

Meng Heze said loudly to others: "If this space is really powerful, it can kill us directly. It seems that it is not omnipotent!"

"Of course." Ji Chen came back to his senses, and said loudly, "Although my formation disk is out of order, and the talisman that Brother Song gave you can't be used, our cultivation is still there. I guess the law of this space is very simple— — Unable to use the magic weapon, and can only rely on itself."

The long street is the same as before, with crowds of people, bustling and peaceful, and bursts of laughter.

I don't know where the murderous intent is hidden.

Meng Heze said: "Then get ready to fight."

The long sword is like ordinary iron, unable to absorb spiritual energy, but he still holds it tightly in his hand.

Hearing what he said, the disciples breathed a sigh of relief:

"When we came out of the outer door, we didn't have any decent magic weapons, and we were not used to using those things. This law can't restrict us much."

"Who cares about his place, let's talk about it after a while."

Ji Chen asked Meng Heze: "Are you afraid?"

Meng Heze: "What are you afraid of, I am righteous, how can ghosts and monsters get close to me?"

Ji Chen: "I don't have this thing, can you lend me some money?"

"Are you still joking at this time?"

"It's time to tell a joke!"

Ji Chen actually couldn't laugh.

He has a problem, he is used to being optimistic, and the more he loses, the more optimistic he becomes.

He kept talking, enlivening the atmosphere of the team.It seems that a small scene is nothing to be afraid of.

He knew that the reason why this law was not aimed at them was because it aimed at Song Qianji.

Song Qianji has Huachun Mountain and Qijueqin by his side, which is equivalent to two extra lives.

Even if he encounters a strong man two realms higher than him, and sacrifices his predecessor's face to forcefully kill him, he can still explode his magic weapon to save his life.

But at this moment, he has nothing.

In Ji Chen's eyes, it was undoubtedly the worst-case scenario.