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After Song Qianji was promoted to Huashen, he set up a large formation to gather cloud energy and built a palace on the cloud.

The palace is suspended for nine days, drifting slowly, piercing through clouds and fog, passing by mountains and rivers.

Swim across four continents and five seas all the way, overlooking the mountain gates of various schools and factions.

Every day, people come to the palace to offer treasures, and there are everything in the fairy palace, except that there is no name.

The world of comprehension calls it "Tianwaitian".

This kind of name is extremely respectful on the surface, but inside it reveals tricky hints and unspoken expectations.

——Tianwaitian.Upper Class.

Song Qianji, a mud-legged child from a humble background, has become a master by any means. Sooner or later, he will fall from the highest sky.

It just depends on when he dies.

Song Qianji must avenge any grudge, and repay any debt.

So in addition to presenting treasures, there is another shortcut to please him, "presenting people".There are often monks who catch enemies who used to be enemies with him and offer them to him to deal with with his own hands.

But after he got engaged, the number of times he drew his sword gradually decreased.

Natural disasters occur frequently, the world is restless, the vitality of the superstar tree is passing away, and a catastrophe is imminent.

Song Qianji has no intention of settling personal grievances, but only wants to continue his life for the world.

People mistakenly thought that Fairy Miaoyan influenced Song Qianji, so everyone praised Fairy Gao Yi, benevolent and kind.

In fact, after Miaoyan lived in "Tianwaitian", she rarely saw Song Qianji.

She was afraid of meeting a prospective Taoist couple drawing a sword to kill someone, and she was also afraid that Song Qianji would get tired of her unchanging appearance if they got along for a long time.

With the development of the cultivation world to this day, the senior strongmen of the famous and decent sects often kill without blood.They are better at using words to criticize, complex systems, rules of etiquette, and many invisible swords.

Only Song Qianji maintained the habit of casual practice, and always made the scene bloody, scarlet and dazzling.

Just like the blood-red clam in front of me.

"For you." Song Qianji said.

The clam is as tall as a person, and the shell is crystal clear. Strands of blood flow on the shell, like the blood vessels of a giant clam, and the pale pink clam meat inside is faintly visible.

The evening glow slanted, shining brightly.

"The Millennium Immortal Clam in the South Sea?" Miao Yanlian moved lightly, looking around the shell, "It is said that this clam only produces one spirit pearl a year. If you take the blood essence of a male and a female monk and inject it into the clam, and nourish it with spiritual energy, it will take ten years. You can get a fairy fetus. But really?"

"Yes." Song Qianji nodded.

He believes that he can save the world, and he also believes in the future.

Miao Yan smiled, pear dimple shallow: "Not bad."

Then he thought, although this South Sea clam is rare, but if Song Qianji wants something, other monks will rush to offer it.

He didn't need to bother to find it himself.

Seeing that Song Qianji's brows were a little tired, Miao Yan thought for a while and said with a smile:

"The fairy fetus conceived by this fairy clam was born from the thousand-year-old spiritual energy in the clam. Its natural roots are extraordinary, its spiritual veins are strong and tough, and it is a natural cultivator. When he grows up, he will definitely be like you, and he will be No. 1 in the world! "

She knows when to say something and can make someone happy with just a few words.

"No." Song Qianji shook his head, "Whether it's a man or a woman, I don't want him to be number one in the world."

Miao Yan was startled slightly: "What?"

"He doesn't need to learn my sword, and he doesn't need to know how to play your qin. His father is number one in the world, so he will hold up the sky for him to protect him from the wind and rain.

He can sleep until the sun rises every day, get drunk like mud, raise a few spirit beasts, and make a group of friends.Do what you want to do.You can lie down for as long as you want.

The shackles of this world can't hold him back, I want him to live the freest and happiest life. "

Miao Yan widened her almond eyes in astonishment: "Wouldn't that be the devil of the world?"

"The devil in the world, so what." Song Qianji replied with a smile.

Sunlight and cloud shadows covered his side face again and again, and the hazy orange and red lights were intertwined, moving slowly with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, Miao Yan found that she had never seen this person clearly.

She wanted to say that if you have no family, no apprentices, and no ambition to establish a sect and become a master of a generation.

No matter how powerful you are, you are only a person, not a party, and you are destined to have a bad reputation.

Song Qianji could not care about fame, but she couldn't.

"If you get this fairy clam, if you give birth to a fairy fetus and don't take the road of cultivating immortals, wouldn't it be a waste of money?" Miao Yan persuaded.

Song Qianji looked at her: "It's still hard work for a monk to conceive a child. I want to spare you the trouble of finding the clam."

Miao Yan opened her mouth and suddenly became speechless.

She smiled faintly, stared at her eyes, and shed two clear tears.

Song Qianji raised his hand, put it down hastily, and comforted him strangely: "What's wrong with me, you can tell me directly."

Miao Yan just shook her head and whispered to herself: "It's too late."

Before Song Qianji died, he suddenly realized that the other party's murderous intentions had already started at that time.

After he was reborn, he was still very afraid of others crying to him.

There are too many people who have cried with him, first there are Meng Heze and He Qingqing, then there are Ji Chen and Chen Hongzhu...

I don't know who will be in the future.

And he has never cried to others, and no one can make him cry to others.

"Crying is the most useless thing." Song Qianji has always understood this truth.

He spent his childhood in a small town at the foot of the mountain, poor but happy, and he can see Cangshan Mountain in four seasons through the window.

Although his parents died young and had no branches to rely on, there were always kind neighbors who helped him.Children who only cry and fuss have no candy to eat, and they must be diligent to be likable.

On the day when the boy boarded the big ship of Huawei Sect, the whole town saw him off and killed chickens and sheep.

Song Qianji boldly said that he would climb the fairy ladder and fly straight to the sky, and see the infinitely wonderful world outside the mountain with his own eyes.

Later, he worked in the outer school of Huawei Sect and worked the most every day.Some are born in heaven, some are born to work.

He walks alone, dull and boring, works abnormally hard, and saves money preoccupied, which is enough to make everyone of his age hate him from the bottom of their hearts.

Only the bottomless abyss of the broken mountain cliff can barely tolerate his unspeakable ambition and frustrated resentment.

There, he pushed an innocent teenager off a cliff, and he deserved his crime from then on.

His sword is getting faster and faster, and his enemies are killing more and more.

People are poor and short-sighted, sometimes they can fight for an unowned treasure, sometimes they can live forever for a few pieces of spirit stones.

Lin Feiyuan once persuaded him to go to a small overseas sect to be a guest minister and practice in peace and stability.

"This line of business makes money quickly, but if you work for a long time, there is no turning back."

Song Qianji really wanted to hit him with a sword. I have made an enmity with the big sect, which sect would dare to accept me?

It was too late for me to turn back.

Midnight Manjusri once asked him why he had to do everything.Demons are rampant in the secret place of the Dead Sea, and the environment is dangerous. Righteous monks should watch over and help each other, and should not plot against each other.

But Song Qianji scolded him for not hurting his back while standing and talking.

You are the prisoner of the Qingya courtyard, a god who does not eat fireworks and does not indulge in selfish desires. Once you open your mouth, those righteous monks will of course listen to you.

What can I do, I can only speak with the sword.

At that time, he was arrogant, and there was a fire burning in his heart, which could ignite the sky.

He does not hesitate to die, does not trust people, and does not cherish the precious kindness of others.

Many years later, Song Qianji revisited the old place to find out where he came from. The small town at the foot of the mountain has disappeared, and the ruins have been covered by wind and sand.

The old tree that I climbed when I was a child died, the stream where I caught fish dried up, and the swallows no longer flew over the gray eaves.

And he flew up into the sky, built a "Tianwaitian", and saw that there was still a mountain on the other side of the mountain.

Although Qingshan's life is always similar, Song Qianji still comforts himself that my life has just begun.

I want to live in the highest sky, marry the most beautiful Taoist couple, save the supertree that supports the sky and the earth, and live again vigorously.

He ran desperately to the end of the continent, but was trapped in the snow field.He went to fight in the world alone, but was betrayed by the people around him.

When the heavy snow falls, I finally understand that even if I win every battle, I can't win everyone's hearts.

He has done too many wrong things, and he has countless guilt.

He is not a qualified "savior", nor is he the "protagonist" of the story.

He was originally a mortal, born in Pingning Town under the mountain.Survival in a hundred battles, just because there is no other way.