salted fish soaring

Compared with the towering Huawei Mountain, the down-to-earth Qianqu is of course warmer.

Song Qianji set foot on the familiar land and took a deep breath.

The wind is full of familiar smells, soil, trees, fields, running water... the breath of early spring blows through thousands of canals with the wind.

The cold ice in the river has just thawed, new fluffy buds appear on the branches, and swallows build their nests with mud under the eaves.

Song Yuan is well taken care of.The birds also recognized Song Qianji and chirped around him.

The orange wild cat in front of the steps condescendingly walked up and down, dabbling lightly around his ankles.

The crystal jade plums in the corner, the camellia with fragrant leaves and red leaves, the green radish sprouts and coriander seedlings in the ground dance together.

Song Qianji stood in the courtyard, as if welcomed by the whole world.

This is his land, and he is the master of it.

Meng Heze looked around.

Just now Qianqu's disciples all came out to meet the treasure ship, the streets of Tiancheng were crowded with people watching the immortal officials, but Wei Ping was not seen along the way.

He hates Wei Ping, but at this moment he is not used to it: "I'm going to find Butler Wei."

"Let him be busy, and he will be back at meal time. By the way, you go get some soy sauce." Song Qianji said, "I'll cook the noodles tonight."

he happily added.

Brother Song wants to cook?

Meng Heze and Ji Chen, who were about to go to the street to make soy sauce, turned pale, glanced at each other, and rushed out the door tacitly——

If someone has to eat noodles tonight, it must not be me!

Catch Weiping!

Song Qianji didn't know that his happiness of cooking noodles was based on the pain of others.

He changed into a cloth robe that was off the ground, bent his sleeves, put on a shovel, and leaned over to greet the crops in a low voice:

"Everything is okay. Did it grow well?" "This leaf is yellow, I'll pull it off first." "You look a little fat."

Song Qianji concentrated on taking care of the fields, satiated his appetite happily, and didn't think about other things.

When the lotus leaves were cut off, his face was reflected in the water tank.

The red mark on the brow bone was light, as if someone had scratched the skin with a fingernail.

"I'm sick." Song Qianji rubbed his eyebrows and cursed in a low voice, "Why don't you go to Wei Zhenyu, why are you looking for me?"

Xian Jianchen sliced ​​off the top of Huawei Mountain with a sword, forcing Huawei Mountain to repair behind closed doors.

Song Qianji was not so narcissistic that he thought that the other party was venting his anger for the cheap apprentice, and something must have happened that he didn't know that made Xian Jianchen appear earlier.

The other party passed by Huawei City, just glanced at him casually, and left behind a sword.

He Qingqing did not exist in the previous life. In this life, He Qingqing was the first to discover that the juice of the root system of the supernatural tree can improve the cultivation of monks.

Countless butterflies flap their wings, and the hidden icebergs are gradually revealed.

Perhaps the change in the fate of the world has also accelerated?Will the end come early?

Song Qianji used scissors to solve the withered lotus leaves:

"In the last days, the protagonist will always save me. I only care about my Qianqu County. No one can do anything to me."

The golden red sunset hangs over the treetops.Song Qianji pulled fresh and tender coriander from the ground and went into the kitchen to wash the vegetables.

He is going to make coriander noodles in the evening, and invites everyone to eat together.

The pot for making medicine for Lin Feiyuan was still there, and when Song Qianji saw it, he remembered what Lin Feiyuan said before he left.

I wanted to throw it away, but then I thought about it, if someone gets injured and goes back to the Song Court, it will always be useful.

……

The sun was setting slowly, and the twilight was gray.

The poisonous miasma forest is slowly fogging up, and the setting sun cannot be seen.

A smoky red miasma floated in the dense forest that covered the sky and the sun.

The blades make a fine beating sound when they collide, and there are occasional beast roars, which are even more frightening.

After nightfall, when the wind blows miasma, it is the best time to hunt ferocious beasts.This forest has miasma as a natural barrier, and you can't see your fingers five steps away. It is suitable for secret meetings, and it is more suitable for killing people and throwing corpses.

"Uncle." Wei Ping leaned against the tree trunk, holding his sword and closing his eyes, as if he was recuperating.

There was only thick miasma around him, and there was no one, but a voice came: "Zhenyu, you are a dragon soaring in the nine heavens, why are you willing to stay in a small mortal county and be Song Qianji's lackey!"

Wei Zhenyu thought to himself, here we go again, why does everyone like to call me a dog?

"Compared to the big clan and the big faction, Qianqu really has nothing. But it has hope and a future. This is my new sky..." The young man said indifferently, "It's better to be a dog here than to be a human when you go back."

That voice sneered twice, extremely disdainful:

"Don't think that Song Qianji and Qianqu have the backing of 'that person', so no one dares to move, and they are impenetrable.

Let me tell you a secret, that person's natal sword is no longer with him.His sword energy will only weaken day by day.When he is no longer number one in the world, the whole world is his enemy.Can he protect his apprentice forever? "

The dust cloud of Huawei Mountain in Tianxi Continent is so large that it can be vaguely seen from the top of the highest mountain in Tiannan Continent.

Xian Jianchen's sword energy shook the heavens and earth, and made countless monks tremble with fear.

People naturally put Qianqu County into Xian Jianchen's protection range.

Wei Ping thought to himself, but the sword god's natal sword is not there, so how could the Wei family know such secret news?Who told them?

"Other people live or die, what does it matter to me? Qianqu rises with thousands of hearts, not with an invincible sword."

The voice was trembling with anger: "Song Qianji taught you all these words? He is the best at deceiving people, don't let him fool you!"

Wei Ping said: "He didn't teach me anything. This is the third way I've been looking for."

This is true.After arriving in Qianqu, Song Qianji only told him about the crops in the field, tomorrow's weather, and arrangements for every specific thing, never about the declaration of ideas and ideals.

The only time when he was closest to preaching was when Song Qianji solved his misunderstanding of "Song Zi Canal":

"If there is nothing in Qianqu, what's the point of writing my name alone in the world?"

That voice was still persuading: "Since ancient times, there is only one way to become an immortal. How can there be a third way? The family has paved the way for you, ensuring that you have everything you need, and it will go smoothly..."

Wei Ping said: "I follow the paved road, so what if I do my best. It is nothing more than the second Ziye Manjusri. Ziye Manjusri's etiquette and rules can only cure Qingya. If you like it, why not take him back."

Another voice was more severe: "Wei Zhenyu, the family allows you to hide your name and travel abroad. It is an act of cherishing talent. It is not for you to forget your ancestors and deceive your masters and exterminate your ancestors!"

Wei Ping still closed his eyes: "Ha, uncle is here too, next time the old ancestor should come out and invite me in person?"

The voice was even angrier: "That's all in the past. Now that the Huawei Sect has changed, you can't tolerate your willfulness! If you are willing to go to the marriage, you won't end up in today's situation. This matter is all caused by you!"

On the passing water bridge, the Wei family, Song Qianji, and Hua Weizong completely tore apart their faces.

Even if Song Qianji was willing to stand at the gate of Qiankun Hall and shout that he would not hold grudges or take revenge, no one would believe him.

The Wei family came to persuade Wei Zhenyu this time, and they also made double preparations.

If Wei Ping is persuaded, he will naturally take him back into the family, devote all his resources, and carefully train him to be the young master.

If Wei Ping refuses to be soft and hard, and is determined to be loyal to Song Qianji, it will naturally be useless to the family.The more talented he is, the more harmful he is.

It's better to knock him out and plant a "Mind Control Gu".Usually, he can't see the slightest difference, but at a certain moment, he can control his mind.

A poisonous thorn was buried deep, as long as it was activated properly, it would not only kill Song Qianji, but also cause chaos in Qianqu, allowing the family to take advantage of the chaos.

These two voices came from different directions.More footsteps approached, coming from all directions.

Wei Ping's ears twitched slightly, ten Jindan monks and six Nascent Souls.tricky.

He looked around, red miasma boundless.Negotiations are deadlocked.

"I originally wanted to speak well, and I tried my best. Since this is the case..." Wei Ping suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp light in his eyes shot up.

He said softly, "Then everyone don't eat dinner."

The boy slapped the trunk violently, the tree shook, and a cold liquid like raindrops fell.

At the same time, a sword pierced into the thick leaf decay on the ground.

The accumulated leaves flew up, buzzing loudly, like thousands of cicadas flapping their wings together.

Like an earth dragon turning over, the ground collapsed rapidly."Raindrops" in the sky produce smoke when they touch objects, making a rustling sound of corroding the skin.

Exclaimed from all sides, the soldiers were in chaos.

"This is an improved trap I designed for the hunting team. Ji Chen made a triple formation, which is specially designed to hunt sixth-order beasts. It is carefully arranged and made of solid materials. I have never tried it before." Wei Ping's position rose in the blink of an eye. A golden barrier tightly covered him.

Zhenren Wei rushed out of the red mist and stabbed Wei Ping with his sword: "You led me into a trap from the very beginning? I am your blood relative, how dare you go against the law! I have always regarded you as my own son!"

A more fierce sword light attacked his back at the same time.

Wei Ping swept his long sword across, and said with a smile: "Uncle, uncle, I became a dog, how can I have blood relatives who are human?"

……

When Wei Ping walked out of the poisonous miasma forest, he looked up and saw that the sky was getting dark and swallows were flying low.

The wind was howling, but the air pressure was low, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

The Song Courtyard is brightly lit, and the paper lanterns reveal a faint warmth.

"I'm busy today, so I couldn't go to greet my brother. Is this trip going well?" Wei Ping pushed open the door with a gentle smile on his face.

He had already taken pills to forcefully stop the bleeding, re-tied his hair in a bun, and changed into clean clothes.

Song Qianji was the only one in the courtyard.Meng Heze and Ji Chen were not there.When they returned to Qianqu today, they should have gathered together.

This made Weiping's heart skip a beat.

Song Qianji leaned on the cushion of the rocking chair, looked at Wei Ping and frowned slightly: "Your shoes are dirty."

Wei Ping bowed his head: "Here, I saw people killing chickens in Qianqufang today, and I accidentally splashed a little blood."

He killed a chicken in Song Yuan, and he didn't want Song Qianji to see the blood on his body.

As soon as he left Song Yuan, he killed people like killing chickens.

Song Qianji thought to himself, I killed countless people in my previous life, do you think I can't tell the difference between human blood or chicken blood?

But seeing that Weiping's face was rosy and he didn't seem to be injured, he didn't ask any further questions.

Wei Ping lowered his head and walked towards the kitchen: "Senior brother, haven't you eaten yet? I'll go get the grill, let's barbecue. Put thousands of canals and sixteen spices, okay?"

Song Qianji raised his hand and pointed to the stone table: "Eat."

There was a bowl of noodles on the table, steaming white.

Under the candlelight, glistening oily light floated on the noodle soup.

Wei Ping paused, and strode towards the stone table.

"Okay, I'll eat!" He said as if death was at home, sitting with his back to the reclining chair, and picked up his chopsticks.

He felt Song Qianji's eyes fixed on his back, with a look of scrutiny.

Song Qianji had never seen him like this.

Did Song Qianji know?How much does he know?

Someone came to provoke?What did the man say?How much did Song Qianji believe?

Wei Ping panicked for a moment.

Song Qianji looked at it and thought, there are some wound medicines left at home, and the soup pot for Lin Feiyuan's medicine is also there, but he doesn't know if Wei Ping is injured.

The young man is thin-skinned, and was injured in a fight outside. He is always afraid of embarrassment and refuses to speak up.

The noodle soup is still warm, but the noodles are already cold.

The noodles stuck together into a sticky ball, and Wei Ping couldn't stir it when he poked it down with a chopstick.

"Isn't it delicious?" Song Qianji's voice sounded from behind.

The night wind howled, and the flowers and leaves were flying all over the courtyard.

The voice was blown by the wind, and it seemed to be tinged with coldness.