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Song Qianji frowned slightly and touched his wrist subconsciously.The foxtail bracelet Xian Jianchen gave is still there, his disguise is fine, Wei Zhenyu should not be able to see through it.

But he still took a step back, letting the tall back of the person in front block him impermeably.

Wei Zhenyu and the housekeeper Wei Ping he is familiar with are quite different, but he is not like the savior in the previous life who made a fortune silently and picked up leaks along the way.

He showed his talents prematurely, became famous and became the King of Wei.

"King Wei, I have admired your name for a long time! When I saw you today, it really is a hero born a young man, and his reputation is well-deserved!" Captain Sanxiu clasped his fists, "In Xialuzhou, there is no family or sect, and I was lucky to get a high-level sword."

He patted the handle of the knife on his waist, letting out a bit of cold energy: "This knife is polished and cast by the cold stone of the polar region. After being promoted to Yuanying, people in Tiannan Continent call it 'serial sixteen cuts'. Our team is all casual cultivators. I came here to collect spirit grass, and I am going deep into the forest today to find a hundred-year-old Lihuo grass..."

Lu Zhou is very polite, the more detailed he is in his self-report, the more sincerity he can show.

Song Qianji listened and probed with the red beads in his sleeve.The bead didn't move.

The person he wanted to kill was not in Wei Zhenyu's team.Song Qian relaxed his mind and took back the red bead.

Lu Zhou was a little nervous. This king of Wei was young, handsome and affectionate, and his power was so powerful that people dare not look directly at him.

He continued: "This is Wu Xiao, the formation master in the team. He is good at defensive formations within [-] feet and phantom formations within [-] feet."

Fat Array Master hurried forward: "I have seen King Wei!"

Wei Zhenyu didn't say a word, his eyes were sharp.Fortunately, Li Cigou interjected in time:

"This is a colleague. I am also a formation master. When I started chess, it was taught by King Wei himself. I have time to learn from each other."

All the casual cultivators smiled at him, a little grateful.

Lu Zhou continued: "This is Zhang Hou, who is good at escaping and hiding. We have been safe and safe on this journey, and no one has been lost. It is indispensable that he detects danger and seeks refuge, and is always alert..."

Zhang Hou straightened his chest and said eagerly: "I would like to be a scout and find the way for you."

Song Qianji was helpless, if you really relied on him, you would have buried your bones in a foreign land long ago, and became the fertilizer for the flowers and plants in the secret realm, and the tonic for the bewitching and evil spirits.

"This is Li Ling, a medical trainer, who is good at first aid and qi."

"This is Wang An, the sword repairer in the team. He is known as 'Quick Sword Chasing the Wind' in Tiannan Continent."

Following the introduction of the team leader Lu Zhou, all the casual cultivators stepped forward one by one, wishing to practice their skills on the spot.

Even the most talkative and mean swordsman in the team saluted politely.

Song Qianji was laughing secretly, when he suddenly heard Lu Zhou say: "This is Song Xun, the talisman master in the team, who is good at drawing miasma-avoiding talismans and light-weight talismans...Xiao Song? Xiao Song?!"

Lu Zhou suddenly raised his voice.

Everyone looked around, Song Qianji coughed in embarrassment: "I'm here."

"I know you're here, so why are you still standing there, come and say hello to King Wei!" All the casual cultivators enthusiastically motioned him to come forward, Song Qianji was grilled on the front and back of the fire, and he had to face Wei Wang. Zhenyu stared coldly.

Fat Master Wu Xiao even gave him a push: "This kid is just timid, admit his life, and be honest!"

Who is the child? !

Song Qianji's eyes darkened, and he barely mumbled: "Cough, King Wei."

"Not on the stage." Jianxiu Wang An muttered in disgust.

"Xiao Song is shy, don't blame King Wei." Lu Zhou laughed.

This kind of abnormality made Wei Zhenyu take a second look: "Your surname is Song?"

His voice was not loud, and the crowd fell silent immediately.

The strong smell of blood could not be blown away by the breeze.The sun hid in the clouds, and the forest was dark in an instant.

"Yes." Song Qianji nodded.

Wei Zhenyu didn't speak, but only waved.

Song Qianji was so speechless, he thought who did you learn the bad habit from, is this a cat or a dog?

You left the Song Academy, why don't you learn well?

Although it is said that "compassion does not command soldiers, love does not establish prestige." But Wei Zhenyu is too airy, and Song Qianji is worried, so he doesn't bother to talk to him.

When he got closer, he saw that Wei Zhenyu's face was slightly pale, and there seemed to be bloodshot eyes.

"He killed so many red-eyed snakes in one night. He didn't look relaxed on the surface. He wanted to lose his spiritual energy and was in need of rest. He was afraid that he would not be able to restrain others, and he would not be able to convince the crowd, so he put on a cold and arrogant air."

Thinking of this, Song Qianji's unhappiness dissipated, and he just found it funny.

"Song what?" Wei Zhenyu asked.

"Song Xun." Song Qianji replied with a good temper.

The casual cultivators looked at each other, with confusion written on their faces:

We played with the big sword for a long time and nothing happened. Why is the kid surnamed Song so silent and so popular?

"How to write..." Wei Zhenyu's sword had already wiped off the blood.

The sword body is as bright as the moon, and as cold as ice.

He moved his wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword slashed across the blood-soaked maroon soil, drawing three dots of water.

Song Qianji lowered his head and stared at his sword.

"Xun." Wei Zhenyu withdrew his sword, "This word?"

"It's about the same." Song Qianji felt relieved.

"Yes, yes, no, no, it's almost the same!" Lu Zhou shouted, "How can you fool King Wei?"

Song Qianji smiled.

"No problem." Wei Zhenyu waved his hand, "Go."

He will not lower his status to embarrass a timid casual cultivator.

Song Qianji stood back behind the crowd.

Li Ciquan stretched out his fingers not far away, and smiled kindly: "Everyone, wait a moment."

All the casual cultivators stood over obediently, waiting for Wei Zhenyu to decide whether they should stay or not.

"I knew my surname was Song earlier." Someone in the team whispered.

After a while, Li Cigou came back with a more sincere smile:

"We also want to go deep into the forest, and we happen to be destined to walk with you for a certain distance. King Wei didn't come here for the spirit grass. You will get all the herbs along the way. It's just other..."

"Of course the other gains belong to King Wei!" Lu Zhou said first, "Let's fight against the enemy together, advance and retreat together! I don't know what to arrange for us?"

Li Cigou was satisfied with his sense of humor: "King Wei is generous and will not let everyone contribute in vain. Just play by ear in the forest and do your best."

The implication is that the more you work, the more you get. If you happen to be able to help, you can also share the harvest other than the spiritual grass.

If he can't help, then King Wei will just take a group of oil bottles for a spring outing and protect them for a while.

Once out of the miasma forest, they parted ways.

Some people in the team were dissatisfied with being underestimated, and their faces were not very good-looking.

Sword cultivator Wang An said coldly: "Our brothers have long admired the reputation of King Wei, and we are here to meet the heroes, not to fight the autumn wind for nothing!"

Lu Zhou stopped him with his eyes, and smiled at Li Cigou: "Lu Yao knows the horsepower, so I won't talk too much."

Song Qianji listened calmly, wondering where Wei Zhenyu learned the tricks, showing favors but belittled, a few words made a group of people gear up, eager to prove their real skills immediately.

In two days, I will come back to look at you with admiration. The corporal is not moved to tears by these casual cultivators.

It's just that he led people into the miasma forest, but he didn't cultivate the spiritual grass, so he must be asking for more.I don't know if I want the inner alchemy of the great demon, or to find the entrance to the underground palace in the miasma forest?

"Let's go." Wei Zhenyu stood up.

The silver armor followed him like a well-trained army.

The team of casual cultivators was at the end, and the fat formation master dragged Li Cigou to chat: "This is the first time I met a formation master in the secret realm, what kind of formation is brother Li best at?"

Li Ciquan was younger than him, but he opened his eyes wide and called senior brother fluently.

"I have practiced the Yin-Yang Double Kill formation the most. Have you ever heard of this formation, Fellow Daoist Wu?"

Far away from the imposing Wei Zhenyu, the atmosphere was much more relaxed, the group talked and laughed, at least on the surface they had a happy conversation.

The topic turned to King Wei again, and Li Cigou suddenly lowered his voice: "King Wei has two taboos, which I found out by myself, and I would like to share them with you for reference."

All the casual cultivators looked solemn and pricked up their ears.

"King Wei sometimes does some seemingly strange things. Don't ask too much, even if you don't understand, execute it first. He doesn't like to explain to others, but he is always right."

Song Qianji was silent, is this the confidence of the savior?

"What about the second one?!" Lu Zhou asked anxiously.

"Secondly, don't mention that King Song in front of him. Don't say anything good or bad."

"Does King Wei have a feud with Qian Qu?"

Li Ciquan said solemnly: "Don't ask too much."

"Okay, we brothers know the pros and cons, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't say what shouldn't be said. Don't worry!" Lu Zhou patted his chest and assured.

Song Qianji couldn't help asking: "Which King Song?"

Zhang Hou laughed: "Who else is there? To be king is not to be called suzerain, sect master, elder, or real person, nor is it to pick a bamboo pole and pull a noodle flag to be called. You need land and land, money and money. If you want power and power, you must win the hearts of the people. If you have an aura that everyone responds to, others will recognize you as a king. Otherwise, you can call yourself a try?

"The one who can still be called king today is of course Qianqu King Song Qianji. It's a pity that the two live on the same continent, and the king can't see the king."

Song Qianji laughed: "Actually, this is a rumor, Song Qianji himself has never been king."

Lu Zhou laughed at his ignorance: "He hasn't moved for the time being, he's recharging his energy. It's like snow in winter, the difference is that it will fall sooner and later."

Song Qianji didn't want snow, but just wanted to struggle: "Actually, he's just a fairy, he farms fields and raises flowers every day, and he has no big ambitions..."

"Immortal official? Qianqu has long been out of the control of Huawei Sect. Huawei Sect has been closed for three years, who really treats him as an immortal official!" Jianxiu sneered, "Planting land? It's called farming, but it's actually hoarding grain. Attracting people's hearts. The so-called 'build walls high, accumulate food widely, and become king slowly'. If he really has no ambitions, how can he point out his disciples? Brother Qianqu calls himself 'Song Yuan's disciple', who is not loyal to him."

Song Qianji stopped talking.

Now, the situation is pressing.Even if he points his sword at his heart and swears that he has no intention of doing anything serious, no one will believe it!

"These words, let's talk about it ourselves. In front of King Wei..." Li Cigou looked at Wei Zhenyu's back.

"I know, I know!" All the casual cultivators responded quickly, and Jian Xiu glared at Song Qianji a few times, implying that he shouldn't start the topic.

Song Qianji smiled with a good temper, which made others lose their temper.

Zhang Hou put on the anti-miasma talisman given by Song Qianji, jumped up the big tree, climbed up and down the rattan for a few times and disappeared, and went to explore the way first.

At the slightest sign of trouble, I can't wait to turn around to warn.

It's just that Wei Zhenyu's killing of the snake was too loud last night, and the little monsters in the forest also knew that there was a tough stubble coming, and they were bullying the weak and afraid of the hard and hibernating.Occasionally, a few fire foxes poked their heads out and poked their claws, and they were immediately killed by the silver armor beside Wei Zhenyu.

All the scattered cultivators had nowhere to use their weapons, and they were very frustrated.

Until night fell, sitting around the campfire, still sighing.

Everyone poked the bonfire, weaved grasshoppers, and counted the stars without words.

Lu Zhou boosted morale: "Everyone raise your spirits tonight and prepare for tomorrow's battle!"

Song Qianji hinted: "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon."

After sunset and night, what hides in the dark reveals its true face.

He vaguely sensed a familiar aura, that Jingmei was not dead.

If Wei Zhenyu killed all her snakes but did not kill her, she would come to take revenge.

Song Qianji consciously understood that the spirit was stunningly beautiful, and also knew how to confuse people.

Wei Zhenyu was a teenager, so it was reasonable to let her go once with affection.

Everyone has the love of beauty, and there is no shame in it.

"It's the size of a monster, and the monster was scared away by King Wei... Hey! Senior Brother Li!" Seeing Li Cigou running towards him, Master Fat Array threw down the half-woven grass leaves and wiped his hands on the Taoist robe.

All the casual cultivators stood up one after another to say hello, and looked in the direction of Wei Zhenyu not far away.

"Everyone, do you have any seasoning?" Li Cigou cut to the chase.

"Seasoning?!" Lu Zhou was stunned, "Does King Wei want to eat?"

Li Cigou smiled bitterly and said: "The belly meat of this red-eyed snake is full of spiritual energy, it is a great tonic, and it is also a delicacy in restaurants in the cultivation world. It is a pity that none of us know how to cook. It tastes fishy and has a sticky taste. It's hard to swallow."

"Cooking?" Lu Zhou's eyes lit up.

Song Qianji had a bad heart, and immediately turned sideways to block Lu Zhou.

"Xiao Songhui!" Zhang Hou called out.

The doctor also said loudly: "Yes, Xiao Song cooked noodles for us before! It's delicious!"

Song Qianji hissed lightly, as if he had a toothache.

In order to get into the team and win the trust of his teammates, he did cook a few meals.

Right now, this group of teammates exaggerated his three-point culinary skills to twelve points, boasting that the God of Cooking is reborn.

It was rare for Jianxiu not to sneer, but enviously: "Yi Duo is not overbearing, it's your turn today."

"This opportunity is given to you, take it well, and fight on behalf of us!" Fat Array Master patted Song Qianji on the shoulder.

Song Qianji: "..."

I can't thank you enough.

Li Cigou's eyes were filled with anticipation: "Song Daoyou, please!"

"Won't King Wei know how to cook?" He followed Li Cigou up, asking seemingly unintentionally.

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. King Wei was born with a sword hand, but why did he ever hold a spoon? He has been fasting for many years, and he doesn't divide the five grains! The snake soup is for everyone's spiritual energy, haha!"

Song Qianji nodded.

Wei Zhenyu, I believe you are a ghost.