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Song Qianji sat on the recliner and looked up. The night had fallen, and the vision of the secret realm opening had not yet disappeared.

The sky splits in two above his head.

Half of the dark red halos are intertwined, like a dark tide surging in a blood-red sea.

The other half of the normal dark blue night sky is dotted with silver stars, beautiful and quiet, like the white magnolia flowers quietly blooming beside him.

Such a strong fluctuation of spiritual power indicates that the secret realm is vast and rich in products.

"Senior Brother Song, everyone is here." Meng Heze said.

"Okay." Song Qianji nodded, turning his gaze to the courtyard, "Take care during this trip."

Familiar faces filled Song Yuan.They have long since faded from their innocence, and have grown from young girls to resolute monks.

With the opening of the Lingshi Mine in Qianqu County, it has become more and more prosperous, and the disciples of Qianqu no longer have to worry about money.

Although the Zongmen family has a rich family background, most of the resources are used to worship the strong elders and maintain the huge expenses of the sect.

Song Qianji's personal expenditure is only to study farming.The resources obtained by the disciples of Qianqu are even much better than those of the ordinary disciples of the sect.

"Farewell, Senior Brother Song." Ji Chen said.

Song Qianji was not used to his sudden seriousness, so he couldn't help straightening his back.

When he sat on this chair, he leaned against the soft pillow and relaxed all over.

But at this moment, he rested his hands on the armrests, as calm as a mountain, and at first glance he really looked like a master.

"Farewell, Senior Brother Song."

Qianqu's disciples stepped forward one by one and saluted him with bright and firm eyes.

Song Qianji is very familiar with this eager look, which is the expectation of adventure mixed with the reluctance for homeland.

There is no need to say more, what should be said has been ordered by him in the past three years, and he has already handed over the things that should be brought to these young people.

The young monks worked diligently to improve their cultivation and hone their techniques and combat skills, all for this moment.

They will encounter opportunities, but no matter how much preparation they have made and how many hole cards they have kept, they will still face danger and go through life and death.

"Go." He said with a smile, "Go and see the sky."

So Ji Chen and Meng Heze didn't look back.

Countless rays of light swept across the night clouds and flew towards half of the dark red sky.

From the ground, only thin white lines could be seen, which soon disappeared.

"Life between heaven and earth is suddenly like a traveler from afar."Song Qianji murmured.

pat.

A magnolia flower fell from a branch and hit the damp soil at his feet.

The Immortal Mansion is empty, there is no one there, and the lights are like beans.

Song Qianji stood up and suddenly felt a craving for noodles.

……

It was past the meal time, and the noodle soup was served steaming hot.

Song Qianji remembered that one night three years ago, he cooked noodles by himself and waited for the housekeeper to come back to eat.

Now he has changed his mind. He no longer puts a variety of seasonings to pursue a complex taste, and no longer uses the dregs of elixir to pursue nourishment. The simple mix of salt and vinegar makes the noodles taste refreshing and normal.

The kneading and pulling techniques that can be practiced make perfect, so that the noodles are firm and smooth, and they are no longer soft and sticky.

The most important thing is that no matter how good the coriander grows in the field, he will not put half a bowl in it.

"Although I'm not a cooking genius, cooking noodles is the same as formations, talismans, swordsmanship and other methods. There is no essential difference. Diligence can make up for one's weakness."

Song Qianji thought a little happily, if someone is willing to take a bite at this time, they shouldn't scold "it's really bad".

He picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head to eat.

The cool spring night wind blew through his temples, and the white hot mist from the noodle bowl blurred his vision for a moment.

Under the candlelight, the clear soup illuminated his face, the flowers on the branches, and——

A figure on a branch.

"Whoosh!"

Song Qianji turned his wrist without hesitation, and the chopsticks in his hand flew diagonally!

The two chopsticks are ordinary bamboo chopsticks, but they cut the petals of three petals floating down the branches into four petals, without slowing down at all, and went deep into the flower tree.

"Zheng!"

The chopsticks were held by someone, and there was a crisp sound of sharp swords hitting each other.

Song Qian sent out two sword auras when he moved his hand, and the man went to catch the bamboo chopsticks with his bare hands, which was no less than catching a white blade with his bare hands.

He can quietly sneak into Song Yuan, which is full of formations, without him noticing; he can catch his sword with great ease.

should not.He has extremely keen perception in Song Yuan, as long as he wants, every plant and tree here are his eyes and ears.

He can feel how a flower blooms and how a drop of dew freezes.

But he couldn't perceive this person.Because the other party refuses to be perceived.

An extremely strong man, stronger than everyone he has ever met in his life combined.

Song Qianji's heart sank, and the good mood of eating noodles disappeared.

The quiet and good night was broken, and the wind blew through the high and low flower racks, making a rustling sound.

Magnolia, peach, and apricot flowers trembled slightly in the wind, and potato seedlings bent over in the vegetable field.

"It's you." Song Qianji's voice was difficult, his expression was bitter, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the marks on his eyebrows.

The man jumped down from the peach tree, raised a burst of fallen flowers, and opened his mouth to curse: "What are you, no matter how big or small, you can't even call 'Master'!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the dangerous aura naturally subsided, and the plants and trees of the Song Academy no longer trembled.

Song Qianji thought to himself, the wind in spring is so cold.

You can escape the first day of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth day.What should come will always come.He has been hiding for three years, and he was only found tonight, which is considered lucky.

"I also know that I would like to have supper for the teacher." The man walked straight up with a pair of chopsticks in his hand, sat in front of the stone table, picked up the noodle bowl, and ate it with his head buried.

He ate fast, chewing.His noodle-eating posture and speed are inexplicably familiar. Song Qianji thought about it carefully, only to realize that he looks a bit like Wei Zhenyu.

No wonder these two people had been masters and apprentices in previous lives.

With a little candle on the table, Song Qianji looked at him from the corner of his eye, but didn't look directly at him.

Last time in the fake Huawei City, the scene was chaotic, and Song Qianji didn't see it clearly.

I saw Xian Jianchen's complexion was ruddy and energetic, as if he had just crawled out of the bed after a full sleep, but his eyes seemed to be tired.

Looking closely, the trace of tiredness disappeared again.

Instead of his old robe, he had new clothes, and a new wine jug hung at his waist.

Song Qianji smelled that he didn't smell of alcohol, but was abnormally scented with flowers.

The taste was extremely incongruous with him.

Just like Xian Jianchen and the Song Courtyard with lush vegetation, singing birds and fragrant flowers.do not match.

Song Qianji smiled, the smile was polite and distant: "Senior, I'm visiting late at night, what's the matter?"

Xian Jianchen put down the bowl and let out a "bang-dang" sound: "There is no free supper in the world, don't you know?"

Song Qianji felt sorry for the white porcelain bowl, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "This junior understands."

He used Xian Jianchen's name to avoid trouble, but he also took in the "worker souls" in the wheat field.He thought they should settle the matter, but according to Xian Jianchen's logic, he still owed the other party a "supper".

On the eve before the opening of the secret realm, why did this person come?What do you want?

Xian Jianchen was satisfied with eating and drinking, stood up with satisfaction, and plucked a sprig of brightly blooming peach blossoms.

Song Qianji's hair stood up all over his body, and he couldn't help shouting: "Stop!"

He even mobilized the fountain of immortality, and the realm was ready to go.

No one has ever dared to pick the flowers he planted without his permission under his nose.

Xian Jianchen pinned the peach blossom branch to his front, straightened his collar, and said in a low voice, "It's just a flower, it's not about killing you."

The smile on Song Qianji's face disappeared: "You came to my house, ate my noodles, picked my flowers, and said you don't want my life?"

The spring breeze is colder.