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On this starless and moonless early spring night, there was no sound in the surroundings.

Before the wind and rain come, the candlelight is chaotic first.

Wei Ping heard the strong wind pass through the flower stands in the Song courtyard, making small whimpers.The damp smell of earth rushed to his face, like waves hitting his whole body.

He picked up a bit of bitter coriander, chewed it carefully, and suddenly asked: "Is Senior Brother Song waiting for the rain again?"

It is rumored that there was a three-year drought in Qianqu, and the first rain fell after Song Qianji came.

Song Qianji shook his head: "I'm not waiting for the rain tonight. I'm waiting for you."

While waiting for the rain, one should not do other things.

"That's great." Wei Ping gave a low laugh, and began to eat the sticky cold noodles.

He ate faster and faster until he gulped and tears fell into the noodle bowl.

The muscles of the boy's whole body were tense, with a ferocious expression on his face, his cheeks were agitated, and his teeth were clenched, like a wild beast devouring flesh and blood.

Sooner or later, Song Qianji would know that he was here to kill him.

If Song Qianji couldn't tolerate him, Song Yuan couldn't tolerate him, where could he go?

If Song Qianji wanted to kill him, he had no strength to fight back, so he could only run away.

He has a home but now it's gone, Mingyue Tower, he doesn't want to sleep anymore, he can't go back to the days of lawlessness and heartlessness.

I used to think that the world is so big that there is room for shelter everywhere, but when I suddenly look back, I find that I have really become a stray dog, with nowhere to return to.

Song Qianji turned to Wei Ping's back, couldn't see the expression on his face, but could feel Wei Ping's hostility.

Can't help frowning slightly: "If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

Wei Ping ignored him, picked up the noodle bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

His emotions were intense but suppressed, causing internal injuries, and blood gushed out of his throat.

After drinking, the mouth is full of rusty smell, warm and sticky.

"Clang!" The porcelain bowl was knocked down heavily, and Wei Ping coughed violently.

Song Qianji wondered what this was for. There were not a few noodle bowls in the kitchen, and they had to buy them if they broke.

"Do you have something to hide from me?" He sighed and decided to speak.

Wei Ping didn't turn his head back: "Song Qianji, I said before that I had a miserable life experience, which was false. The name Wei Ping is also false. Lin Feiyuan and I are in the same gang, and we took advantage of others to assassinate you--"

"boom!"

The ground is stunned by thunder, the spring breeze is like a knife, and the dark tide is surging.

Wei Ping closed his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and stood up slowly.

"Oh."

Before Wei Ping turned his head, he suspected that he was hallucinating, but he did hear Song Qianji say, "I know."

The voice is as usual, clear and light.

"you know?!"

At this moment, he wanted to grab Song Qianji's collar and ask loudly, then you are sick, how dare you.

Song Qianji patted the armrest of the reclining chair: "On the first day we met, you looked at the layout of the Song Court, hiding your murderous intentions, and forbearance. Besides, I was recruiting a housekeeper with weird conditions, but there were suitable candidates everywhere. It's such a good thing How could it fall on my head? Sigh, your current face is also a fake face, right? "

He knew that Wei Ping was an assassin, but he didn't care whether he was entrusted by the Huawei Sect or the Zhao family, for money or for fame.

Because Weiping did not do anything against him.Regardless of the traces of the mind.

Wei Ping suddenly turned around: "Although the background, name, and face are false, my heart for Qian Qu is true! After knowing your ambition, I just want to help you, and I have no intention of harming you!"

He was short of breath, and under the excitement, blood gushed out of his throat again.

"Boom!" Lightning flashed across the night sky, and another muffled thunder fell to the ground.

Song Qianji was startled. I am a farmer with great ambitions.

"You can trust my words?!" But Wei Ping asked with blood in his eyes.

"I believe." Song Qianji nodded.

Wei Ping's voice was even louder: "Then I, I killed many people tonight, can you blame me?!"

"No wonder." Song Qianji shook his head.I thought that if your enemy takes revenge, I will take it for you.

"Okay! Okay!" Wei Ping shouted twice, "Song Qianji, I don't want to go to Qingya, and I don't want to go to Ziyun Temple. I don't want to choose the road of cultivating immortals that goes straight to Qingyun. From the top to the bottom, I saved it for a while. You can’t save the world. Only from the bottom up is the real way to save the world! You and I are on the same path!”

"Save the world?" Song Qianji was shocked.

Without waiting for his brain to turn again, Wei Ping raised his hand and tapped twelve acupuncture points, and his extremely ordinary face suddenly changed.

The sky was dim, and the flickering electric light illuminated the young man's sword-browed and star-eyed eyes, and his spirit was high.

What a sharp and compelling face.

"My original life is Wei Zhenyu. Let go of the fake and save the truth for the truth, and the two jades meet to become Jue..."

Song Qianji couldn't hear Wei Zhenyu talking about his background.

"Savior," he murmured, "I should have guessed."

It's not that he hasn't thought about this possibility, Wei Ping is also surnamed Wei.

But Wei Ping's disposition is too docile and modest, like a cup of warm water and a ball of white flour, he is easily bullied, even if he is an assassin, he is also the best-tempered assassin.

It was the complete opposite of the savior he had seen in the long river of time.

Wei Zhenyu was too excited: "Let's create a new thousand canal together, and walk out of the third road to salvation—"

"Who told you that I want to save the world?" Song Qianji's voice was slightly cold, like a pot of cold water poured on a charcoal fire.

"What?" Wei Zhenyu was stunned.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, have you misunderstood?" Song Qianji looked up at the sky, "I came to Qianqu to be at ease."

There was a coolness on the cheeks, and the rain fell from the sky, as thin as flower needles.

"But you divert water to open the river, you patrol the territory to improve the soil, you pray for rain, and you help the people..."

"It's for freedom, for better farming. It's easy." Song Qianji interrupted, "Friend Wei, you really misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" Wei Zhenyu's expression froze in a smile, very funny, "I used to not believe that anyone could go against the sky to save the world, but now I believe it. Only you can do this, why don't you do it!"

Tonight he had ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow, his voice trembled slightly: "Song Qianji, don't play tricks on me."

"I'm not in the mood for joking." Song Qianji finally looked at him and repeated again, "I don't care whether the world lives or dies in this life."

Wei Zhenyu's wounds all over his body suddenly hurt sharply, and with a "wow", he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.

Song Qianji showed displeasure on his face, but he didn't care. He only took out three things and put them on the stone table.

A piano, a treasure box, and half a volume of chess records.

Wei Zhenyu's blood turned cold: "You want to send me away?"

"It's supposed to be yours. Take it well." Song Qianji tried his best to calm his mind, "The danger of the supernatural tree in a hundred years will be the end of the catastrophe for the common people. For you, it might be a chance."

Wei Ping's expression became more and more ruthless.He trembled all over, as if extremely angry.

However, Song Qian issued an order to chase away guests: "Don't waste time in the small Qianqu, you were born to turn the tide, stand in the highest heavenly palace, enjoy the worship of all people, and marry the most beautiful Taoist couple."

"Ha!" Wei Ping laughed, "So in your heart, I am this kind of person?! I am for power, status, fame and beauty?"

"I'm sorry. It's my words that don't convey the meaning. I am a gentleman with a villain's heart." Song Qianji suddenly took two steps back, because Wei Zhenyu suddenly made trouble, and swept off the array score, Qijuqin, and Huachun Mountain on the table. .

The most precious treasure in the world was knocked off the vegetable field and rolled into the soil.

"I don't want it!" Furious, Wei Zhenyu raised the only porcelain bowl on the table high.

"You fell!" Song Qianji shouted, "Fall!"

Wei Zhenyu paused, and placed the bowl heavily on the table.

He threw out a sword that was still bloody.

He caught a glimpse of this sword at the pawn shop in the black shop in Huawei City: "I really didn't know at the time that the owner of this sword is you."

"I don't know, this sword fell into your hands." Song Qianji's eyes were complicated.

"Do you still dare to draw your sword now?" Wei Ping pressed his sword and asked, "Do you have the courage to draw your sword?"

He was full of hostility, and his tone was ruthless: "Why are you running away, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of losing?!"

Asked loudly, Song Qianji smiled: "Of course you are not afraid of losing. Of course, Fellow Daoist Wei is not afraid of anything."

His smile was a bit bleak: "Because you have never lost."

You are the protagonist, you are the center of the world.

You can come to my Qianqu when you are happy, you can change your name, you can make up stories to deceive people.

You can reject anyone, or you can wait for me to pick up after I die.

I don't hate you, I don't envy you, I don't hate you, but you shouldn't say those things to me.

"Wei Zhenyu, your future is not in Qianqu." Song Qianji repeated ruthlessly: "Take your things and leave Qianqu before dawn."

"boom!"

Strong winds and clouds, heavy rain.