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Xian Jianchen looked at Song Qianji in amazement, opened his mouth slightly, and said on his face, "There is someone in the world who dares to speak to me like this".

Song Qianji understood this feeling very well. After being number one in the world for a long time, people drifted away, thinking that he could pick up stars in the sky, catch dragons in the sea, and be omnipotent.

Naturally condescending, naturally proud.

"If you need an apprentice, it must not be me. I will not take anyone as my teacher." Song Qianji spoke bluntly.

He originally wanted to be tactful and polite, but when he met a narcissistic person like Xian Jianchen, he was even more afraid of being misunderstood by the other party as wanting to refuse.

Xian Jianchen smiled.

They met in a hurry for the first time, and Song Qianji was angry and impulsive, like a hot-blooded and reckless kid.

The second time Song Qianji was polite and alienated, and dealt with him cautiously, not to please him, but to prepare to deal with him with a sword.

Xian Jianchen found it very interesting.

This kid originally wanted to put on airs and send him away, but because he broke a flower in the yard, he immediately tore his face.

Ordinary peach blossoms are by no means rare varieties.

"Boy." Xian Jianchen approached and said softly, "You can reject Nian's obsession and sentimental son, because they want face, no matter how unhappy they are, they are too embarrassed to embarrass the juniors. I am shameless, and if I am unhappy, I will kill you. Are you scared?"

Outright intimidation.

The sound of the wind calmed down, the chirping of insects in the grass disappeared, and the crows on the branches retracted their wings and remained silent.

The small courtyard was shrouded in a dense sword energy, isolated from the world.It was eerily quiet.

An invisible sword hung above Song Qianji's head.

"A little scared."

He said he was afraid, but he didn't step back half a point.

Song Qianji thought to himself, Xian Jianchen was the last person he wanted to deal with, he was afraid of trouble.

"A little?" Xian Jianchen raised his eyebrows.

"I should have been very scared." Song Qianji spoke slowly, facing the invisible sword on his head and bursts of coldness, "But you were injured, and it was serious."

As soon as he said this, he met Xian Jianchen's eyes.

Xian Jianchen's gaze changed, and the smile in his eyes disappeared instantly, turning into indifference.

The indifference of all living beings is like the ice and snow at the end of the continent.

Song Qianji knew that the other party really wanted to kill him this time.

The killing intent of the strongest in the world is naturally the most terrifying.But he couldn't back down at all.This was the moment when they met on narrow roads, and he could only stare at each other like a wolf.

Whoever takes a step back will have his neck bitten off first.

In those amber eyes, he saw star trails spinning, bones everywhere, and thousands of sword shadows flying by.

It is the phantom of Xian Jianchen's "boundary".

"How did you see it?" Xian Jianchen's voice was slightly hoarse, slowly unsheathing like a sharp sword.

"You don't smell of alcohol, only the smell of flowers."

"It's only because the flowers you planted are too fragrant." Xian Jianchen said coldly.

"You are addicted to alcohol, but in order to heal your wounds, you have to avoid alcohol. Although the flowers I grow are fragrant, they don't have such a strong smell. You want to use face powder to cover up the smell of medicine left on your body. No one can hurt you, so it can be seen that the rumors are true, and your sword is indeed not by your side."

In fact, there was no need for a reason, Song Qianji saw Xian Jianchen's ruddy face and energetic demeanor, and guessed that there must be something wrong with him.He should have taken some kind of elixir to strengthen Qi and blood.

When Xian Jianchen was not injured, he smelled of alcohol, walked lazily, and didn't look straight at people. This was his normal state.

Because he is strong, he can do whatever he wants, free and undisciplined, and doesn't need to appear very energetic.

Only when he was injured, he didn't want others to see his pale and weak state.

Song Qianji said word by word: "You have not healed from your serious injury. At this time, you are at the end of your battle, and you don't have a sword. In the past three years, the formations of this Immortal Mansion have been stacked with light and dark, with ninety-nine and 81 floors, large formations and small formations. You want to kill here!" Me? Big deal, we're going to die!"

His voice was ruthless.Even if the other party is seriously injured, he is still a strong man who can't deal with him if he can sneak into the Song Court without making a sound.

"That's right. I was indeed injured." Xian Jianchen actually smiled, and the killing intent faded away like a tidal wave.

Song Qianji breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly the opponent's pressure exploded, and he stretched out a finger.

The distance between the two was very close, Song Qianji let out a muffled snort, and his whole body became as cold as a stone in an instant, watching the finger land on his eyebrow.

The fingertips are cold, like the tip of a sword.

Xian Jianchen smiled and said, "Fortunately, I left something behind. Otherwise, I'll be trapped by you tonight, so how can I mess around in the future?"

"Hiss!" Song Qianji's red mark on his eyebrows suddenly burned, and he cursed in his heart.

contract!

In Huawei City, Xian Jianchen read out the name of the dead soul to get rid of the resentment, and then stretched out a finger, pointing at Song Qianji's eyebrows.

At that time, Song Qianji was fighting against the souls of the undead, and his energy was at the limit, so he reluctantly turned his head to avoid it, and this contract was left on the brow bone.Usually it's just a light red mark, not painful or itchy.

He knew that Xian Jianchen was not lying, this person was really shameless.

Tangtang is invincible in the world, but he uses this method to force the younger generation to be controlled by others.

Song Qianji couldn't do this after reaching the summit in his previous life.

If he didn't have the Immortal Spring to defend himself in the Purple Mansion, and he was just an ordinary Nascent Soul Consummated monk, this contract would be enough to control his life and death.

Song Qianji pretended to be furious, his eyes were wide open, his breath was short of breath, and his chest heaved: "You are so despicable! You are a master!"

Xian Jianchen withdrew his hand and smiled slightly, unable to hide his complacency.

At this time, he had a sense of accomplishment of being superior in skills and taming the fierce horse, so he was naturally in a good mood, and pushed the porcelain bowl on the table to Song Qianji:

"Don't be angry. Let's drink some noodle soup... Oh, this is my leftover, sorry."

Song Qianji seemed helpless: "What do you want to do when you come to my place?"

"You're right, I'm injured and have nowhere to go." Xian Jianchen sat in front of the table, crossed his legs, and swayed leisurely.

"You should go to the hospital if you are injured!" Song Qianji pointed to the vegetable field, "This is the vegetable garden!"

"Which medical center can cure me? Just find a place to take care of me." Xian Jianchen actually poured him tea, "Drink tea."

The more helpless Song Qianji was forced, the happier he was.

"You can go to someone else, there are so many people in the world, why do you have to go to me?"

Song Qianji regretted it after finishing speaking, this is really nonsense.

Xian Jianchen has no sect, no family, and even no friends.

No matter how many people there are in the world, they have nothing to do with him.

Xian Jianchen said slowly: "Because you are my apprentice. I have apprentices."

Ok, back again.

On the surface, Song Qianji stared with anger, with an aggrieved look that dared not speak out, and calmly calculated in his heart:

Xian Jianchen was injured, he needed a safe place to recuperate, and he also needed someone who would never kill him while he was weak.

He thinks that Qianqu County, which has good weather and good weather, is the most suitable, and Song Qianji, a cheap "apprentice" who is bound by his contract, is the most suitable.

But those who want to kill him can row from Qianqu to the bottom of the sky tree at the end of the mainland.Once the news got out, how could Qianqu have a peaceful life?

The outstanding disciples have already rushed to the secret realm. There are only guards and city guards in the county, and the rest are all mortals.

Ordinary people who work hard work hard every day like spring cabbage in the vegetable field.

If Qianqu was affected by the flames of war, Xian Jianchen could fly thousands of miles with one sword.Song Qianji's fields can't fly away, and thousands of canals and millions of people can't fly away.

Song Qianji sat opposite him, raised his teacup and drank it down: "You can't stay here."

Before the other party changed his face, Song Qianji added: "But I can do one thing for you. After the thing is done, you release the contract, and you and I will have nothing to do with each other."

Where is your sword, I can get it back for you.What rare elixir do you need, I can get it for you.

In all difficulties and dangers, I will go for you.

Give in to each other.Without further words, Xian Jianchen understood what he meant.

The lights burst.The atmosphere is silent.The spring breeze is bleak.

"Then you kill someone for me." Song Qianji heard the other party's voice slightly cold.

Song Qianji thought that it was Xian Jianchen who was injured like this, and he didn't want to heal his injuries as soon as possible, and wanted to kill for revenge.

He shook his head: "I don't do this kind of business, it's been a long time."

Killing someone you don't know and have no hatred for in exchange for payment is not a serious business.

He was an assassin in his previous life, at first Lin Feiyuan took the big head, and he took the petty profit, and then the two split [-]-[-].

He has good skills, and Lin Feiyuan once joked with him: "If you do it for a few more years, I'm afraid I won't be able to secure my position at the top of this line."

Xian Jianchen said: "This is not a business, but a master's order. You are my apprentice, and I am your master. If the master is in trouble, the disciple will do his best."

"If I can hurt you, it must be very difficult to kill." Song Qianji gave up arguing with him about the teacher-student relationship, and said, "How can I kill such a character?!"

The cheap master and apprentice met for the second time, guarding against, probing, and calculating each other.

"He was injured much more seriously than me, and he is still alive." Xian Jianchen patted something, "He has sneaked into the secret realm. If you get within three feet of him, this bead will glow."

There is an extra bead next to the noodle bowl.

Song Qianji still wanted to bargain, but suddenly saw that this thing looked very familiar.

The round, dark red bead seems to have blood flowing in it.

The beads on Meng Heze's and He Qingqing's wrists flashed by.

With a slight movement in his heart, he held up the bead and looked at it: "Is this your thing?"

Xian Jianchen shook his head: "That man created a magic weapon himself, and this is the fragment of the magic weapon. Inside is the sap from the core of the supernatural tree."

Song Qianji breathed a sigh of relief silently: "Who the hell is he? Where did he come from?"

"Why do you care so much?" Xian Jianchen was a little impatient, "Will you kill or not?"

He hadn't spoken so much to anyone in a long time.First, no one chats, and second, there is no need to chat.

He said more tonight than he had said in the past ten years.

Song Qianji put the beads into his arms, stood up and took a deep breath: "I'll kill him. You leave my yard and Qianqu."

The evening breeze in spring is mixed with the fragrance of various flowers, which is refreshing.The night sky is still two distinct colors, half red and half black.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Qianji asked.

Xian Jianchen also stood up: "You are much more ruthless than when I was young."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Song Qianji took a step forward.

From under the dark blue sky, into the sea of ​​blood and red sky.