salted fish soaring

In the spring planting season, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

The field of Qianqu is in full swing, and the fields are full of busy singing.

Song Qianji swung the hoe and drove the Quyuanli.When sowing seeds by hand, take the spring of immortality and infiltrate the soil.

His smooth movements suddenly stopped: "Don't scold me in my realm... and ask why? Of course I can feel it."

The souls in the realm usually work in a wheat field, and only when Song Qianji uses the Immortal Spring can he perceive the movement of the outside world.

"Reckless waste! You are destined to get this treasure, but you use it to water the earth!"

"The aura of your land is meager, no matter how much you water it, it can't compare to the natural aura."

"That's right, don't waste it. Watering the ground is worse than watering me. Help me cultivate my soul."

Song Qianji said: "Whoever says another word, one point will be deducted."

Half of the white light group kept silent, while the other half jumped up and down, and the crowd was excited:

"Do you know how hard it is to earn a penny? Have you ever worked part-time?"

"You can buckle it as you say, it's inhumane at all! Shameless and ungrateful Song Paipi!"

Song Qianji thought to himself, when I was working day and night, you were still eating incense in the ancestral hall.

"Whoever shuts up first will get a point."

Most of the noise dissipated, and there were still a few unwilling voices, but they were weak.

"Do you think part-time work is for me, for Qianqu? In fact, part-time work is for your own good." Captain Song Qian sighed, and said foolishly, "You have something to do, your life, no, soul life, is meaningful, otherwise it will be of great significance to the world. What is the difference between being worthless and trash? Over time, you will be driven crazy by loneliness and boredom. Isn’t it good now? You don’t have to bother thinking about too many useless and unanswered questions, just do the work in front of you. Both human beings and souls need to be governed by the system.”

Zhong Baiguang couldn't help but nodded: "It makes sense."

Master Shaan Tian vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this statement, it seemed to be the old way of the outer sect to discipline disciples.

But I couldn't find any mistakes for a while, and I wanted to speak up but was afraid of being deducted points alone.

The wheat field was silent, returning to peace.

Song Qianji swung the hoe again, suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth.

This set of management system is so easy to use, thank Hua Weizong for his contribution to the construction of his realm.

He was able to win Qianqu County, and Qianqu can develop all the way to this day, and the selfless help of Huaweizong and Xuyun is also indispensable.

With the spring breeze, green clouds and willows, a group of geese flew leisurely across the sky above Song Qianji's head.

The birds that flew to Huawei Mountain did not dare to sing.

After the spring rain, the moss is damp and the mountain wind is slightly cold.

The entire Huawei Mountain is shrouded in dark clouds, and the dead air is more than the vitality of spring.

Master Xuyun doesn't want Song Qianji's thanks.

The Dead Water Bridge has been restored to its original state, and the ruins of the main peak have not yet been cleaned up.Glazed bricks, tiles, and precious jade materials are continuously transported up the mountain, and all the deacons are busy and busy, casting spells.

Someone suggested that the head of the sect should temporarily live elsewhere, but Xu Yun refused. He wanted to watch the Qiankun Palace rise with his own eyes.Chen Hongzhu and Yuan Qingshi were always by his side.

Destroyed palaces and broken bridges can be repaired, and injuries can be rehabilitated.

But once the dignity and prestige of a sect collapsed, it was difficult to rebuild.

Chen Hongzhu sighed: "At this time last year, the Zongmen was preparing for the Dengwen Conference. What a wonderful scene. I never expected today."

Spring was supposed to be the time to pay tribute.In Tianxi Continent, the mortal families of the small sects who belonged to the land and attached to the Huawei Sect would scramble to present tribute.

Now the various factions are looking for various reasons to procrastinate, the date is pushed back and forth, and the words imply doubts: your main peak has been cut by others, what ability do you have to protect all directions, and what face is there to be enshrined by everyone.

The other sects are eyeing up, ready to move.

Xu Yun recalled the whole thing.

The reason why the sect suffered such catastrophe was originally a young disciple from the outer sect who had a conflict with the deacon.

There's nothing wrong with the way they do things.Xu Yun asked himself, when other big sects encounter this kind of thing, they will make the same choice every step of the way.

It's just that this iron plate was kicked by their Huawei Sect.

Song Qianji was the introduction that Xian Jianchen left on purpose to attack the sect.

Xian Jianchen did whatever he wanted, deceiving others too much.

Xu Yun thought to himself, is there really no one in this world who can cure him?

Originally it was not Xu Yun's turn to be the head of the sect.

That night, Xian Jianchen sang and drank wine, rushed into the Qiankun Palace, and casually pointed at him and said "it's you".

Others did not dare to object, so he became the head of the sect and has been in charge until today.

That night hastily took over, the young Xu Yun was extremely frightened and excited, knelt in front of the countless tablets in the ancestral hall and swore: he would dedicate his life to carry forward the sect.

Looking around now, there are ruins.The souls of the dead in the ancestral hall are gone, and the foundation of the ancestors is empty.

Everything he owned and pursued came and went in the blink of an eye, turning into ashes.

Could it be that he will be at the mercy of Xian Jianchen all his life?

Thinking of this, Xu Yun suddenly felt a surge of hostility——

I am willing to pay any price if I can make Master Xian Jianchen and his disciples never recover.

"Master, we have a visitor."

His thoughts were interrupted by the apprentice's notification, Xu Yun frowned slightly: "I said earlier that the mountain gate will be temporarily closed and no visitors will be seen, lest people with bad intentions come to fish in troubled waters."

Yuan Qingshi said: "But he wrote five words, saying that you will definitely meet him."

Xu Yun sneered, it's the same thing again, could it be Song Qianji who came here?

If there was no note that read "Lotus falls in the Dead Sea, the door of life opens in the clouds", there would be no subsequent incidents.

Xu Yun unfolded the letter paper, took a closer look, his complexion changed suddenly: "Quickly invite Master!"

A tall, benevolent old monk in a golden-red cassock walked slowly across the bridge of passing water, as if walking out of the clouds.

The haze over Huawei Mountain was suddenly blown away by the breeze, and the sun was shining all at once.

Chen Hongzhu's heart moved slightly. Could it be that this is Master Wuxiang, the "magic monk with wonderful hands" who had calculated the marriage for me.

I have already made an oath and followed the Tao, so it can be seen that his calculation is not accurate.

What is the intention of visiting at this time?

Xu Yun smiled bitterly, and stepped forward to greet him: "We haven't seen each other for many years, but we meet again today. After suffering catastrophe, the house is in disarray, I am ashamed to see Master."

The old monk clasped his hands together, smiled peacefully, and glanced at Chen Hongzhu and Yuan Qingshi lightly.

Xu Yun coughed lightly: "As a teacher, I have something important to discuss with the master."

"Yes." Chen Hongzhu bowed and retired, feeling extremely puzzled.My father has been decadent for many days, sighing often, looking old.Why did this monk feel refreshed immediately when he came.

Xu Yun couldn't wait to ask something, but he didn't seem to dare to ask.With a wave of the dust whisk, an aura shield was placed to isolate prying eyes.

The old monk didn't say much, and took out a jade basin.The basin is filled with light blue sea water, and the silver petal lotus is in bud.

"The poor monk has found what the benefactor asked for. The flowers bloom at midnight tonight, and they will wither in a blink of an eye." The old monk said, "Don't miss it."

Xu Yun's whole body was shaken, he was stiff and motionless, only his old eyes sparkled: "Dead sea lotus, dead sea lotus!"

The old monk said with a smile: "With this elixir, it can heal the old wounds of the benefactor, and promote the transformation of gods. It's just around the corner."

Xu Yun carefully picked up the jade basin, with a crazy expression on his face: "Okay, great! Master, please wait for my kindness to rebuild!"

……

Xu Yun sent the guests to the Passing Water Bridge, and was extremely grateful and respectful.

"There is no need to send it away anymore." The old monk suggested casually, "According to the poor monk's opinion, it is better to completely exempt the annual tribute, close the gate of the mountain, and recuperate."

Xu Yun thought about it for a while: "Just as the master said. Immediately recall all traveling disciples, and when the secret realm is opened, they will avenge their humiliation and revive the sect's prestige."

Wu Xiang smiled and nodded: "That's good."

Chen Hongzhu watched the old monk fly into the clouds, wondering how could his father make such a decision without hesitation after seeing a monk?

She persuaded: "If the annual tribute is completely exempted, it will be difficult to collect it in the future. If the mountain gate is closed, all the power of the formation will be used for defense. Although it can resist foreign enemies, how can we go down the mountain to accept disciples?"

Xu Yun was confident, and said proudly: "Retreat for my father tonight. When I leave for my father, all difficulties will be solved!"

Chen Hongzhu said urgently: "Father and all the peak masters have promised me before, allowing me to go down the mountain to accept new outer sect disciples, allowing me to participate in the management of the scripture storage pavilion, Lingshi mine, and outer sect. If you want to completely close the mountain gate, then ..."

Isn't that promise empty words?

"Junior Sister, you have also seen this situation now. The current situation is limited and the overall situation is the most important." Yuan Qingshi said hastily, "Let's talk about what I promised you earlier in three years."

He stepped forward to pull Chen Hongzhu, the latter's eyes were reddish, and he remained motionless.

"You lied to me!" she yelled.

"Who lied to you?" Xu Yunqi didn't know good from bad, "If you insist on going, I will give you everything I promised you earlier! But until the secret realm is opened, you will not be allowed to return it for three years!"

Yuan Qingshi persuaded: "Junior Sister, don't be willful. You are wandering outside alone, the world is dangerous, there is no help from the same sect, and you are in danger, how can you accept disciples from other sects?" He whispered, "Actually, Elder Liu had already been arrested from the mountain before. A group of mortals who mine and grow spiritual plants, you don't have to worry about no one available..."

"Brother, you don't understand." Chen Hongzhu murmured.

Xu Yun's tone softened slightly: "Hong Zhu, don't make trouble, stay with your father and practice, the secret realm will be your great opportunity in three years' time."

Chen Hongzhu smiled sadly, knelt down on both knees, struck the ground with his sword, and kowtowed three times:

"Father, my daughter is gone!"

early spring.After a little rain.

Monk Chen Hongzhu brought 3 yuan of spiritual stones, [-] volumes of Taoist scriptures, [-] bottles of elixir, and [-] swords, and went down the mountain to enter the mortal world.

As a woman, she opened the altar and preached scriptures, took in disciples on behalf of her teacher, and saw nothing in the world of self-cultivation to ridicule and ridicule.

She does not compete with the big sects for disciples, travels all over the poor and remote places, teaches writing, heals the sick and the sick, and preaches the enlightenment of the Taoist scriptures. Everyone can learn, no matter whether they have spiritual roots or not.

Three years later, the world was opened, and people called it "Xiaohua Weizong".

Hold the torch and face the wind, and shine on the long night.