salted fish soaring

Ji Chen seized the time and jumped down from the tree:

"Even if Brother Song cooked three big pots and used up all the seasonings in the kitchen, that kid Wei Ping should have finished eating!"

Meng Heze glanced at the sky: "Let's go, it's raining heavily."

Indifferent and dark.

The two braved the drizzle of early spring and walked towards Song Yuan, not forgetting to laugh at Wei Ping, who ate noodles honestly.

The thunder was rolling, and suddenly there was a shrill laughter in the courtyard.

"The movement is wrong!" Ji Chen's complexion changed.

Meng Heze broke through the door first, and saw Song Qianji and Wei Ping facing each other in the rain across the stone table.

The candles on the table have been extinguished, only an old sword and an empty porcelain bowl.

"I thought I was smart all my life, but I misunderstood you, so I was blind." Wei Ping looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Shh!"

The lightning is pale, and the sword is bright.He drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed it at Song Qianji.

There was a buzzing in Meng Heze's head, and the world was spinning: "Wei Ping, you are crazy!"

"Don't call me Wei Ping!" Wei Zhenyu turned around and shouted.

Ji Chen glanced at the noodle bowl and forced a smile: "Brother Wei, it's my fault! I was supposed to eat noodles today, so blame me if you want to. Don't get angry with Brother Song. If you have something to say, put your sword first." lay down."

He made jokes on purpose, trying to break Wei Ping's crazy mood.

Song Qianji raised his hand, not allowing Meng Heze and Ji Chen to come forward.

The two had no choice but to stop under the plum blossom tree, watching the sharp sword tip hanging in Song Qianji's throat.

"I taught formation techniques to Xiaoji, and I forged swords to send to Xiaomeng, but I never taught you anything. You have worked hard inside and outside the Song Academy. If you miss you for half a year, you can stab this sword if you want." Song Qianji's voice Indifferent, eyes lowered, "I won't fight back."

The heavy rain is drizzling, and the fallen flowers and broken leaves dance wildly.Ye Yun was torn apart by the electric light, and the two figures flickered.

The person holding a sharp blade trembles like a madman, and the unarmed person is as motionless as a mountain with nothing to fear.

"You think so?" Wei Zhenyu's eyes turned red.

It turned out that in Song Qianji's heart, Xinyi was always weighed clearly when it was put on the scale.I stood in front of you tonight after a narrow escape, but you said that one year's kindness should be repaid with one sword, even if you don't owe each other.

"Not only do you have no guts, you also have no heart!" He shouted loudly, and the aura in his body exploded.

Thousands of raindrops were shattered and turned into mist, not daring to approach him.

Meng Heze and Ji Chen turned pale with shock.

"Crack!" Wei Zhenyu snapped the long sword, "If you don't do this, I will do it. Not because you all said I should do it, not because I want fame, wealth and beauty, but because I want to do it myself."

He flicked his sleeve, and the broken sword flew.

Not far away, the flower stand collapsed suddenly, and the ground was in a mess.

Wei Zhenyu turned around, his left hand was cut by the sword edge, dripping with blood: "The kindness between you and me is like this sword, from now on, the two have nothing to do with each other!"

The old wounds burst open, hot blood dripped down and was washed away by the rain.

Ordinary people cut their robes to cut off righteousness, cut their mats to break their hearts, but they all use swords, and if they want to cut off, they can only cut off the sword.

Meng Heze stretched out his hand, trying to pull Weiping's sleeve.

Song Qianji burst out and shouted: "Let him go!"

Wei Ping's clothes were soaked, and he passed Meng Heze and Ji Chen expressionlessly, like two small trees.

He stepped over the threshold and suddenly remembered something:

"Song Qianji, has no one ever told you that the noodles you cook are really unpalatable."

Song Qianji closed his eyes, seemingly indifferent.

Wei Zhenyu fell into the pitch black rain and never looked back.

After a long time, Song Qianji opened his eyes to see the collapsed flower stand, and staggered a step.Ji and Meng hurried forward to help him into the room and sit down.

Ji Chen searched for the treasure spiritual pressure, picked up Huachun Mountain, Qijueqin, and chess records from the vegetable field, and wiped off the muddy water on the surface: "Brother Song and Brother Wei, why did this happen?"

Song Qianji shook his head and remained silent.

Meng Heze looked in the direction of the courtyard gate and said angrily, "Weiping bastard, I'll catch him and bring him back!"

"No." Song Qianji said hoarsely, "If you meet him outside, don't mess with him."

"Outside?" Ji Chen was stunned, with a panicked look on his face, "Brother Song wants us to leave too?"

What is Song Qianji thinking?

Chen Hongzhu vowed to draw a clear line with him on the passing water bridge.

Lin Feiyuan jumped off the board and disappeared without a trace.

In the heavy rain, Wei Ping broke his sword and said the most cruel words.

But he seemed to be used to it, at least he didn't show any sadness on the surface.

Ji Chen felt confused, and could hardly tell which part of this person was tenderness, and which part was alienation and indifference.

Song Qianji didn't think too much about it. He was not heartless, but his tolerance for loneliness, parting, and misunderstanding was much higher than ordinary people.

"When you travel abroad in the future, you will always meet on narrow roads. Remember, don't take the initiative to provoke him."

Song Qianji thought to himself, even if you don't leave Qianqu in the past two years, you can practice behind closed doors.Three years later, the secret realm will be opened, and monks from all over the comprehension world will swarm away, vying for opportunities and resources. You should also go sharpen it and try your luck.

But Ji Chen and Meng Heze's fate was too miserable in their previous lives, which shows that their luck is filthy.If you become a deadly enemy with the savior who is added by destiny, you may not be able to fight head-to-head, so it is better to avoid the edge.

Meng Heze frowned, and picked up the broken sword stuck in the soil: "Wei Ping is extreme and arrogant, but he suppressed his nature in Song Yuan, humbled himself and acted like a petty boy. If he leaves with hatred this time, he must be unwilling. If he lets it go, I'm afraid he will treat him in the future." Brother is not good."

Song Qianji withdrew his sword and said lightly, "Follow him."

Meng Heze thought to himself, even if Wei Ping pointed his sword at his senior brother tonight, the senior brother still remembered the old righteousness and couldn't bear to hurt him.

"Go back." Song Qianji said, "I'm resting."

Meng and Ji hesitated to speak.

When he was about to go out, he suddenly heard the person ask again: "Noodles, are they really bad?"

Meng Heze was stunned, and hurriedly explained: "Brother Song, don't listen to Wei Ping's nonsense, it's not that bad, it's just generally bad... Ah! Ji Chen, what are you kicking me for!"

……

Unpalatable is of course very unpalatable, but the noodle eaters have never said it out.

Song Qianji always thought that he was a genius in cooking, but he didn't know the bitter taste of it until he tasted it himself.

It is more bitter than life.

The spring rain is in a hurry, it comes in the middle of the night, and it goes in the morning.

As soon as Director Wei left, Qianqu seemed to have been dug into a big hole, and the cold wind was blowing in.

The Shifang, the household registration office, the city defense team, the temple prison and the trial hall lost their speakers, and the progress of those unfinished bridges and roads stagnated.The general manager of the guard is very energetic, and his decision-making and deployment cover all aspects.

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng took over hastily, and were in a hurry for a while, so they had to ask Song Qianji for a decision.

Ji Xing and Zhou Xiaoyun miss Wei Ping's sweet soup and snacks, and even more miss Wei Ping's understanding, sweet talk and chat.

Ji Chen had no choice but to comfort his sister: "Brother Wei left temporarily to confuse the enemy. Brother Song entrusted him with a secret mission...you must not tell it!"

He said it so many times that he almost believed it himself.

Even Meng Heze's parents miss Wei Ping, and often mention their godson in front of their own son.

Meng Heze didn't want his parents to be sad, so he made up a vague lie: "Brother Song sent him out to do some errands, and he will come back after the errands are done."

When Wei Ping was around, he picked his nose and eyes at Wei Ping, and he didn't like anything.

He was the least used to Wei Ping's absence.

Except for Song Qianji.

In the eyes of others, his life has not been affected in any way.

He still sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day. During the day, he rebuilds flower trellises, plants new vegetables, and works hard for spring plowing.

He also marked out a fertile "seed field" in Tiancheng, planted the excellent grain seeds selected in winter by himself, and began to cultivate the excellent seeds.

At dusk, Song Qianji received and answered questions from Qianqu's disciples.

At night, I mostly lean on the recliner to watch the sky, and play two games of chess from time to time.

Before Wei Ping came, he lived like this day by day.

If there is any difference, he no longer lets others cook, and occasionally cooks noodles by himself, and his cooking skills have progressed very slowly.

"It turns out that I really don't have the talent to cook."

Ji Chen couldn't bear to see Song Qianji asking for trouble, so he suggested to Meng Heze: "Let's hire another butler who can cook."

"Bring another Wei Ping and let him point his sword at senior brother?" Meng Heze refused.

"When we came to Qianqu, there were only the two of us in the Song Court. After we turned around, we were the only ones left. Oh, and it." Ji Chen stroked the orange wild cat around his knee.

Meng Heze scolded the cat: "The two people who raised you don't want you anymore, how dare you come here to eat and drink!"

The wild cat also knew how to judge the situation, and immediately showed the soft fur on its belly, rolling around innocently, and Meng Heze lost his temper again.

He has since taken over the responsibility of feeding the cats.

A bold disciple of Qianqu took the opportunity to answer questions and asked Director Wei why he suddenly left Qianqu.

Song Qianji had a hard time explaining this, so he said, "He scolded me that the cooked noodles were terrible."

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, known as "a bowl of noodles caused by the enemy".

……

Wei Zhenyu walked away in anger, piercing the wind with his sword.

Three days later, the temperament lowered its head, and it was already a hundred miles away from Qianqu.

He hesitated, and finally couldn't help but turned back, changed his appearance again, answered the entrance test paper, and sneaked into Tiancheng.

In just half a year, Qianqu has more abundant memories than the past ten years.

"I'm not reluctant, I just want to see how uncomfortable you are without me."

Thousands of canals are red and willows are green in spring, and the spring river is full of vitality, which is completely different from when he first came, and has nothing to do with him.

Walking on the street, he was both joyful and sour when he heard people mentioning Mr. Wei.

Listen to the words of the Song Xianguan: Anyone who is a member of the Song Academy and walks outside must not embarrass Wei Zhenyu.He was disturbed and scolded Song Qianji for being hypocritical.

"The envoy of Dayan Sect is here! Let's go and watch the fun!"

Suddenly there was commotion around, and the crowd gathered, wrapped in Wei Zhenyu and flocked to the Immortal Official's Mansion.

Song Qianji was in the square in front of the mansion, receiving visitors.

Ji Chen and Meng Heze attracted two young monks wearing purple disciple uniforms of Dayan Sect.

They were carrying two big bamboo boxes, and there was a rattling noise in the boxes.Wei Zhenyu suspected that there was a hidden weapon and stared at it.

After the two parties met, they took out two iron-eating beast cubs from the box, like carrying two baskets of fruit, and stuffed them into Song Qianji's arms.

Everyone has never seen such a strange beast, they only feel that this beast is soft and lazy, with an adorable naive look.

"Miss Ziyi sent us to send it. It's a mere gift. It's not a respect."

Song Qianji showed embarrassment: "Spirit beasts are precious, I can't keep them alive."

But the two cubs grabbed his legs and climbed up, so scared that he didn't dare to move, so he could only dodge.

Wei Zhenyu saw it funny, and thought sourly, you are living a comfortable life, and there are still people who miss you and give you a spirit beast.

"Outside Huaweizong's Baihua Pavilion, the lady said that she would send you an iron beast. If she couldn't deliver it, she was afraid that people would laugh at her for not keeping her word. The spirit beast is a minor matter, but the lady's face is a big concern. Song Xianguan please bear with it." Dayanzong The disciple persuaded, "Don't look at them now, they are very brave when they grow up, they guard the gate in peacetime, and they take the lead on the battlefield. Song Xianguan should take a mount!"

Song Qianji showed suspicion.

Guard the gate of the town house, take the lead?That's it?

I slowly appeared riding an iron-eating beast, releasing a field of wheat fields, laughing at the enemy to death?

Zhou Xiaoyun, Ji Xing and other female cultivators liked it very much, and offered to learn how to raise spirit beasts.

In the end, the two iron-eaters remained.Song Qianji returned the gift of ten catties of wheat.

On the second day, the envoy from Qingya came to visit and brought a thick law code.

"Song Xianguan's letter has been received by the supervisor, and this book is the answer." Zi Mo said with a smile, "Although Qingya's many laws are not completely suitable for Qianqu, there are always similarities."

Wei Zhenyu thought to himself, Song Qianji, why don't I know when you wrote the letter.

Go to Huaweizong, you will meet many new friends, and they all come to help you.

I also heard the Qingya envoy say: "There are laws to follow in everything, and there are rules to follow. In this way, no matter who is missing, everything can run as usual."

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Xiao Meng, bring the thank you gifts I prepared. They are all grown by myself, take them back and taste them."

The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves in front of the gate of the mansion, and the applause was thunderous.

Wei Zhenyu sneered and turned around: "Qianquyuan is not missing me. Well, this world lacks everything, least of all barren land and suffering mortals. I will find a poor mountain and bad water, build a Huacheng, Pull a team of soldiers and live for a few years to see whose land is more prosperous... After a hundred years, the world will be overthrown, and if you don’t save me, save me.”

From then on, go away and never look back.

"Senior brother, what are you looking at?" Meng Heze asked, "You're looking for someone?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "I read it wrong."

He seemed to see Wei Zhenyu's shadow, which disappeared in a flash.

He thought for a while: "Starting from today, every three days, I will fight with you personally."

"Why, Brother Song?" Ji Chen was puzzled.

"To cheer me up."

Song Qianji thought to himself, of course it was to prepare early for the opening of the secret realm three years later.In case you go out and encounter Wei Zhenyu and be angered by him, I have to rescue you.