salted fish soaring

The moment the jug fell to the ground, the sword shadow broke through the dust clouds stretching for dozens of miles above Huawei Mountain, flew out of the mountains and ravines of Tianxizhou, and flew towards the distant Dead Sea.

The black sea was choppy, slowly holding up a golden sun.

Xian Jianchen stopped his sword, sat on the sword and swayed his legs, blowing the brackish sea breeze and listening to the sound of rolling waves.

Heihai gave birth to Golden Day, but unfortunately no one can share this moment with him.

Most of the monks in the world would not come to this kind of place, and they would seek death if they came.

His degree of seeking death is second only to those who borrow his name, take advantage of his power, and pretend to be his apprentice.

Xian Jianchen originally wanted to teach Song Qianji some lessons, letting him know that young people should not lie indiscriminately.

He has been doing the first sword for more than 200 years, and he has never seen anyone who dared to "bluff and deceive" under his banner.

And not to lie to mortals on the ground, not to lie to ordinary monks, but to lie to big sects like the Huawei Sect, as well as strong ones such as book sages, chess ghosts, and qin immortals.

It made them turn around in the dark, beating their chests, stamping their feet and sighing.

Song Qianji should not be called the "King of Thousand Canals".

He is clearly the "King of a Thousand Kings".

However, when he really saw the young man in the "Huawei Floating City", facing the overwhelming ghosts who refused to give in, and stubbornly wanted to use his vitality to break through the death, he suddenly changed his mind.

Xian Jianchen took out a new jug, raised his head and drank a couple of sips.At the end of the line of sight, the rising sun has leaped out of the black waves, illuminating the sea.

Song Qianji is like the rising sun.

"I will teach you when I have time later." Xian Jianchen thought, I have a lot to teach.

He stood up, opened his arms, laughed and threw himself into the Dead Sea, like a meteor falling from the sky.

The sea was divided into two halves, and the waves were raging.

In an instant, the sky was torn apart and the sea beast roared.

"Come out!" Xian Jianchen shouted.

The sound vibrates and reverberates, overwhelming the sound of the surf.

"come out!"

He was looking for something, or someone.

……

The young "King of Thousand Kings", no, "King of Thousand Canals" Song Qianji, stood on the messy wheat fields, watching groups of people jumping up and down with white lights, running wild in his realm.

After being awakened by Xian Jianchen with the "Name Curse", the remnant souls of Huawei Sect's powerful men of all dynasties gradually recovered their sanity.

The man patted his sleeves and flew away lightly, leaving Song Qianji with a large recognition scene.

"Yo, where is this? There are so many khaki spiritual plants."

"Great master, madam master! Why are you here too!"

"Pindao is the real Hengxuan, the sixth generation head of the Huawei Sect. Who are you?"

"This seat is the Patriarch Shaking Heaven, the second generation head of the Huawei Sect. On the eve of his fall, a ray of remnant soul resided in the Longevity Spirit Card. Where is it now?"

The last majestic and old voice sounded: "I am the founder of Huawei Sect, the real person of Huawei. What year is this year? How is the sect doing?"

After all, the Huawei Sect has dominated Tianxizhou for many years, and their ancestors were rich.

Reporting the names of the light sun and the moon one by one can scare most monks to death in the world.

Song Qianji ignored it.

He held a wheat stalk in his mouth, and leaned on the straw with his hands folded on his chest: "How did you get here, I really can't remember? Let me help you recall memories?"

This is his domain, and he is not afraid of anyone, let alone a group of toothless tigers who have lost their vitality and spirit pressure.Immediately, it started with farming in Qianqu County, and ended with "Huawei Sect is doomed to decline", and outputted a lot of embarrassment.

After Song Qianji was promoted to Huashen in the previous life, the Huawei Sect has turned from prosperity to decline, falling out of the first-class sect, and becoming an ordinary middle-class sect in Tianxizhou.

He didn't lie a word.

After a while, all the white lights jumped into a rage.

The master scolded the disciple for being disobedient, and the master scolded the master for not living up to expectations.

The light groups were arguing on his wheat field, bumping into each other, pushing each other.

"You kid passed the position of sect master to Xu Yun, the sect is in such a state, if I don't hit you, who else can I hit?"

"Grand Master, don't rush to bump into me, that idiot over there has accepted Zhao Taiji as his apprentice, so he should bump into him first!"

They found that they could not hurt each other, and sighed again:

"My children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I have endured so much hard work all my life, and I am already worthy of the sect. If you die, everything will come to naught, so don't think about it."

"Thinking about how glorious and glorious the sect was when I first started, who would not admire the word Huawei. But today, the wheel of Tao...forget it."

"What's the noise? New Year's Eve?" Song Qianji spat out the ears of wheat, straightened his back, and stood up straight: "You have been purified by my vitality, and it has not completely dissipated. It is a miracle in the cultivation world. Don't be presumptuous here! "

All the white lights fell silent, neither sighed nor complained, and laughed at him together:

"Whose descendant are you from, what mountain, what peak and what cave are you living in now?"

"Who is your master? He hasn't come out to discipline you yet!"

Song Qianji shouted: "I don't have a master! I don't need a master!"

Master Hengxuan said: "Young man, even if you quarrel with Master, you can't talk nonsense. There is no overnight feud between master and student."

The real person Huawei said: "The red marks on your eyebrows are the contract left by your master. This is the ancient contract of my Huawei Sect. Your master ordered you to take care of us, right?"

contract?Song Qianji touched the brow bone, the place where Xian Jianchen's fingertips brushed was still slightly hot.

It seems that a thin thread is entangled in the dark, establishing a connection between him and someone, and binding these souls in his realm.

Song Qianji sneered: "Spirit beasts have contracts! What can this thing do to me?"

Hello Xian Jianchen.

If it is useful for you to keep them, why not keep them in your own domain.

Your realm is full of swords, piles of white bones, and not even a blade of grass can grow. Do you think about my wheat field, which is full of vitality and has no murderous aura but only vitality?

What do you think of me here, "Medfield Nursing Home"?

All the white lights chattered, adding fuel to the fire:

"Young student, since it is your master's entrustment, you must be filial to me in the future."

"What good things do you have in this realm, please submit them quickly!"

"Let's go search for treasures and nourish the soul for us!"

Song Qian said thoughtfully, I respect your size.

My own biological parents died young, and I still have no chance to be filial.

Now that he has lived two lifetimes, he wants to provide for a group of Huaweizong ancestors?

How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

He pointed to the sky and shouted, "It's raining!"

The Immortal Fountain didn't respond.The wheat fields are silent.

Bai Guang has no facial features, but Song Qianji saw doubts in the light clusters.Embarrassing question marks filled the air.

Song Qianji coughed lightly.

He murmured two good words silently, and first made Undead Spring happy: "I know what you mean, it's wrong for me to bring a group of people here without permission, and I don't want to. But can you save me some face at this time?"

"Thunder!" He pointed to the sky again.

"boom!"

Thunder and lightning, pouring rain!

In the peaceful and quiet wheat field, in a blink of an eye, the sky is dark and the sky is dark, and sand and stones are flying.

The rain in the sky is like the tip of a needle, and the wheat awning on the ground is sharper.

The white light ball was tied up and fled in all directions, scolding Song Qianji for being an unfilial son in the cultivation world.

"See clearly? This is my realm, and I have the final say here!" Song Qianji waved his arms and sleeves, and his momentum was like a demon under the lightning: "Xian Jianchen can decide that you stay here, but not how I treat you. Come sooner. Recognize reality and give up fantasy!"

"How can we be insulted like this!"

More than ten groups of white light hit Song Qianji, who was slapped on the wheat field by Song Qianji's sleeve.

Another wave of white light stared blankly at him, trying to shrink itself into a ball.

The last wave of white light was calm and unmoving, it was the founder of the mountain headed by Master Huawei.

"Even if you don't care about the disciples and grandchildren, don't you want to see the end of Huaweizong? Don't you want to see the sect that has lived and given everything?" Song Qianji drew cakes out of thin air, "Just follow my rules , I can let you see. My rules are really very simple."

Zhong Baiguang looked at the real person Huawei, who slowly said, "It's okay to listen to it."

Song Qianji coughed lightly: "On weekdays, don't quarrel, don't quarrel, don't fight, don't grab, don't bother, this is the basis. And then there is a point system, whoever has the highest score after three years, I will take it out."

"At the beginning of my Qianqu County, the library was first built, and the classics were missing, and they needed to be supplemented. Those who wrote enlightenment books by heart will get one point, and those who wrote rare Taoism scriptures by heart will get three points..."

"When my realm is rebuilt and the crops are revived, those who harvest ten catties of wheat will also get one point..."

All the white lights looked at each other and pondered for a while.

"This system is very familiar, and it seems to be familiar."

"I always feel that something is wrong."

Master Shaantian suddenly shouted: "Isn't this the 'outer sect's [-]-hour part-time job system' created by me?! The outer sect disciples are divided according to the contribution of the sect, and only those who work the hardest can enter the inner sect?"