The silver and white crescent moon hangs on the treetops, making the mountains and forests even colder.

The red stream gurgled by, and the smooth pebbles beside the stream shimmered in the moonlight, like huge eggs left by monsters.

Yelu dripped down the leaf tips, wet Song Qianji's shoulders, and it was icy cold.

Captain Lu Zhou whispered: "Xiao Song, you don't need to guard tonight. King Wei's people are on patrol all night. You can rest."

Song Qianji nodded.He was distributing talismans to his teammates, and he seemed to raise his eyes inadvertently, looking at Wei Zhenyu's back.

The night is deep and the dew is heavy, there is still a spirit watching from the dark, the people he leads are all meditating in the protective formation, what is he doing alone?

It can't be looking at the moon.

……

"Look, the moon." Ji Chen looked at the sky, pointing to a silver arc in the night sky, "Brother Song must be leaning on the recliner now. I just don't know if the moon in Songyuan is as bright tonight..."

He stood on the empty cliff, pointing at the moon with one hand, his sleeves fluttering.

The valley below the cliff is sunken, and a big river flows through it.

There are endless mountains on both sides of the strait, and the miasma forest covers the sky.

Only the cliff where Ji Chen is located has no trees or grass, and an old pine stands alone among the strange rocks.

There were shouts and cursing on the river: "Show your Song Yuan! You are sinister and vicious, you will die!"

The scolding couldn't cover the sound of the vast water, and was finally blown up the cliff by the night wind, leaving only intermittent dirty words.

Ji Chen lowered his head and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Zhao Ren, I kindly invite you to enjoy the moon in the river, and it would be wrong for you to curse. The secret realm is so big, and you met me again, so we are not destined to be together."

The big river is surging, the rapids are empty, and occasionally rocks fall, and they are swallowed by the angry waves in an instant.

But there was a person in the water, who seemed to be tied in the middle of the river by an invisible rope, and he was allowed to struggle hard. He could only bear the impact of the huge waves, and opened his mouth to swallow the dark red river water: "Who the hell is destined to be with you!"

Ji Chen Zhiyue's finger moved slightly, thin golden threads flashed across the water, Zhao Ren let out a scream, and drifted westward.

Thousands of threads are inspired from the blocks and trees on both sides of the river, criss-crossing all over the river.

When a person enters this formation, it is like a flying insect jumping into a spider's web.

Ji Chen sighed: "I don't want to do this either. You take advantage of me to leave the team and bring people here to ambush me. There is really no reason to scold people."

Zhao Ren felt extremely unwilling.At first he found Qianqu's team in the secret realm, and wanted to change the route, but saw Ji Chen leaving the team alone, going farther and farther away, and he took a few elders of Zhao's family to follow quietly.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the opportunity is rare. He can take Ji Chen and repay the torture he suffered in the past a thousand times.

"You did it on purpose, you used your tricks to lure us here, and set up this formation to torture people!" He felt fearful, held his breath, and continued to yell and curse.

"Don't think too highly of yourself. I buried a full 100 yuan array, how could it be for you." Ji Chen said with a smile, "I just let you try the effect in advance. Fellow Daoist Zhao, please go a little further east."

Ji Chen moved the formation disk, and the golden lines in the river criss-crossed, pulling Zhao Ren eastward.

He usually thinks about the changes in the formation, and always puts a few mice in to test the power.It was rare to find a living person to try out, his eyes glowed with excitement.

Suddenly another figure appeared on the cliff, Zhao Ren raised his head and shouted for help, and then his heart was ashamed.It was Meng Heze who came.

Holding the sword in his arms, Meng Heze leaned against Lao Song, not looking at Hezhong: "It's definitely him."

Ji Chen scratched his hair irritably: "We've been going all the way, our morale is high, and there's a bunch of loose cultivators coming to join us behind us, but we have to change our course when we see him, what do outsiders think?"

Song Qianji knew that even if Wei Zhenyu was angry and wanted to take revenge, he wouldn't really hit disciple Qianqu.

But they may speak in a strange way and take the initiative to find fault.Both sides are young and energetic, and a single glance can burst into anger.

With no one around to restrain you, things can get out of hand more easily.

He told Meng Heze Jichen in advance to avoid Wei Zhenyu as much as possible.

Meng Ji and the two agreed, but the more they listened to his instructions, the more unconvinced they became in their hearts.

Firstly, he doesn't believe that he is inferior to Wei Zhenyu, and secondly, Wei Zhenyu has been living a majestic life outside these years, but he hasn't sent a single letter back.

When "Wei Ping" was around, Meng Heze annoyed him by putting on airs and trying to win the hearts of those close to him.

He and Wei Ping did not confront each other, and it all depended on Ji Chen to mediate.

In the spring of the first year after Wei Ping left, Meng Heze finally practiced Ji Chen's handwriting, stole Ji's editor's seal, and secretly wrote letters under the lamp.

He wrote too many bad letters, throwing balls of paper all over the house. After being discovered by his parents, he could only confess: "It was sent to your godson."

Mother Meng said happily: "Then you should write carefully and ask him how he is playing outside, does he have any new friends, does he have new clothes to wear..."

Meng Heze agreed one by one, but the [-] letters seemed to have disappeared without a word.

In the winter of the next year, Meng Heze broke his writing brush, smashed his inkstone, and stopped writing letters.

"He was the first to cut the sword and judge righteousness. If he wants to avoid it, he should avoid us. Brother Song is benevolent and righteous, and he doesn't care about it like him. But I have thousands of disciples, and I will walk outside in the future. Are they always inferior to King Wei?" Meng Meng He Ze said coldly, "If we don't teach him a lesson and dampen his arrogance, he really thinks he is invincible."

"It's just..." Ji Chen paused, raised his eyes to look at the moon again, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Don't let Brother Song know, so as not to worry him."

Meng Heze nodded: "You don't need to say it, I have already explained it, and everyone knows it."

Everything that happened in the secret realm will remain in the secret realm forever, washed away by the torrent of blood.

……

As the dawn was approaching, Wei Zhenyu appeared in a cold dew, and said concisely: "Let's go."

Zhu Sheng shouted: "Let's go!"

The silver-armored guards stood up in an instant, their armor clanging, lined up neatly, and left in a hurry.

The casual repair team was startled, and got up in a hurry.

The fat formation master put all the formation materials into the storage bag: "Such a large group of people, it seems that it will take a stick of incense to get out of the camp, how can they just leave?"

"They are very disciplined, not like monks, but like a mortal army." Captain Lu Zhou sighed, "What kind of team can compete with this silver armor."

"We're lucky this time, we made the right bet."

The casual repair team is gearing up, and if King Wei becomes the biggest winner in the secret realm, it will undoubtedly benefit them the most.

The miasma forest in the Blood River Valley covers four mountains, and a team of silver armor climbs over the mountains like a mighty silver dragon.

The casual repair team changed their strategy today, and the captain rushed to clear the way in front of the Silver Armor team with the strength of the team.

Zhang Hou ran away alone, looking for the lonely monster to attract him.

After the doctor and the formation master broke up, they picked up the spirit grass.

"As for Xiao Song..." The captain, Lu Zhou, finished making arrangements, and then remembered that there was another team member. Looking left and right, he couldn't see what his thin body could do. "Just swim around. See where you need help. Just go and give me a hand."

"Okay." Song Qianji couldn't help laughing seeing them full of energy.

Lu Zhou and others cleared the roadblocks, wielding swords in their hands, slashing and slashing, chopping vines and breaking trees, just like the uncle Qingdao sweeping the street at the gate of the Immortal Official's Mansion.

Zhang Hou ran wildly back and forth, beckoning the Silver Armor team to fight monsters, like a diligent boy delivering vegetables.

The doctor opened the storage bag, and the master waved a small shovel, like a girl picking mushrooms in the village.

Occasionally, I encountered a team from a small sect, and when I saw the Silver Armor team, I retreated and hurriedly changed course.

The casual repair team enjoys the eyes of passers-by, and feels proud of passing through the market in the dense forest. They are very proud of it.

Song Qianji took out a few amulets and hid them in his sleeves.

Jian Xiuqi said: "Why are you wandering around here all the time, blocking my sight!"

Suddenly, there was a weight behind him, Xiao Song, who had always been shy and honest, patted him on the back: "You guys are busy, I'll just take a look."

Jianxiu froze for a moment, and wanted to scold someone, but he had already run away.

Song Qianji did it very covertly, affixing amulets to the casual repair team.

He can already be sure that Wei Zhenyu came to the miasma forest not for spirit grass or demon pills, but only to enter the underground palace of Blood River Valley.

Wealth and wealth are sought in danger, and he has explored it once in his previous life.

Wei Zhenyu was expressionless and hurried.

He is used to being vigilant at all times, not only maintaining absolute dominance over the outside world, but also over his own team.

I saw everyone rushing around nervously, only that Fu Shi was complacent, as if he had seen something funny.

What the hell is he laughing at?

Wei Zhenyu made a gesture, calling for Li Cigou to say a few words via voice transmission.

Not long after, Song Qianji saw Li Cigou greet him warmly and ran to his side.

"Song Daoyou, like me, is also a monk of mortal origin. I don't know where he is from?"

"Pingning Town, a small place."

"Who did Song Daoyou learn from?"

"Self-taught, never apprenticed to a teacher."

"Why does Fellow Daoist Song keep laughing?"

"Oh, I have a low laugh. I laugh when I look at the trees and flowers, and I laugh when I read your name."

Li Cigou bit the bullet and wanted to continue talking, but suddenly heard the talisman master say: "You and I hit it off so well, let me give you some talismans I drew!"

Li Ciquan was about to refuse, but King Wei also knew the way of talismans. The talisman masters in their team were taught by King Wei, so they were naturally much better than the opponent.

"Keep it as a spare, don't dislike it." Song Qianji forced it into his arms.

Li Cigou thought about it for a second, he was a layman, and he couldn't see the way with the talisman.

But if King Wei had seen it with his own eyes, he would always be able to see the root of this person: "Then thank you fellow daoist!"

With gratitude in his eyes, he took the talisman and returned to his life.

This kind of special attention made the casual cultivators very envious.

In the middle of the night, they gathered around Song Qianji and looked at him, trying to see something extraordinary about him.

But Song Qianji was dragged away by Li Cigou again, this time to cook roasted animal meat.

"When I get out of the secret realm, I'll also go to pay my respects to my master and learn how to do it." Fat Master looked at the curling smoke and the grill, and rubbed his belly.

"Apprenticeship? It's better to seek refuge with King Wei." Captain Lu Zhou said.

Today they share the rare spirit grass and monster fur.On behalf of Wei Zhenyu, Li Cigou also gave everyone a low-level magic weapon as a reward.Everyone lamented that King Wei was generous in rewards and punishments.If I didn't work hard yesterday, I only got the spirit grass. If I help today, I will gain extra. It can be seen that working under King Wei, more work will pay more, and work will not be in vain.

The doctor said: "That's right, it's not easy for a casual cultivator to lead an art teacher, so it's better to go to King Wei or King Song."

Master Fat Array shook his head: "...I mean, I want to learn two good dishes from a master chef in a restaurant."

The atmosphere was silent.After a while, Jianxiu spat out three words: "It makes sense."

Song Qianji paid attention to Wei Zhenyu's direction from the corner of his eye, and saw that the other party only took a bite of barbecue, with a cold expression.

He couldn't help frowning, my cooking is really so bad?No matter how others can eat it, it's just not to your taste.

Seeing Wei Zhenyu dusting off his cloak again, he entered the forest alone like last night.

Song Qianji stood up: "I'll go around."

Captain Lu Zhou responded casually: "Come back early."

Everyone knows that he is cautious and timid, and he will not run far.

Song Qianji walked in another direction, circled around a few trees in the forest two or three times, pretending to be lost, with an annoyed expression on his face.

Wei Zhenyu is a master at concealing his breath, he won't leave traces when he walks alone, and ordinary spiritual sense can't find it.

However, the talisman drawn by Song Qianji has his special mark on it, and only he can perceive the direction.

During the day, he forcibly stuffed Li Cigou with a stack, and now one of them is always in Wei Zhenyu's hands.

He moved towards Wei Zhenyu's position.

The mountains and forests are silent, and the moonlight is sifted into broken shadows by dense leaves.

The darkness makes all sounds and smells clearer.

"Song Daoyou." A familiar voice sounded from behind, "What are you doing here?"

Song Qianji saw Wei Zhenyu's slanted shadow.

Only him?

Song Qianji's nose moved slightly.

The night wind rolled up the corner of Wei Zhenyu's cloak, and a familiar sweet aroma blew in.

It disappeared in a flash and disappeared without a trace.

It's that charming breath.

He went to see Jingmei again? !

Wei Zhenyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became more serious: "Song Xun?"

The night breeze was cool, and the fallen leaves rustled.The leaves drifting down from his eyes suddenly exploded into powder.

Song Qianji wanted to mess with me, but on the surface he had to pretend to be frightened and honest, to give Zuwei Zhenyu face.

He hurriedly turned his head, took two steps back, and pointed to the sky: "I was here to see the moon, but I got lost."

"Does it look good?"

Song Qianji said, "It's okay."

"Fellow Daoist Song has been running around for a day, and you still have the energy to come out to look at the moon, why not kill monsters with me tomorrow." Wei Zhenyu said slowly.

Song Qianji nodded: "This is fine."

With this person's suspicious habit, he said more and made more mistakes.

Wei Zhenyu said angrily: "What can I do, do you also go if I tell you to die?"

Song Qianji was speechless, thinking that Wei Zhenyu would never say so much to a strange Fuxiu, he was emotionally unstable at this time, probably because he just met Jingmei.

Wei Zhenyu must have shattered the illusion by killing the snake earlier, why did he see it again and again?

"I knew someone before." Wei Zhenyu suddenly smiled.

"What?" Song Qianji was taken aback, the topic changed too quickly.

Wei Zhenyu looked at the moon and sighed softly, as if reminiscing: "When he's okay, he has the best temper, and he's full of words like 'almost, everything is fine, he understands a little bit', you think he treats people very well, and he really treats you as a brother. But If you have any disagreements, he will immediately leave you completely without any friendship, as if you never showed up."

Song Qianji was surprised: "Oh? There are such people in the world?"

Wei Zhenyu's smile faded, and he said coolly, "You are a bit like him."

Song Qianji's mind buzzed, that bastard slandered me!

In front of the Fu Shi who met by chance, he turned a corner and scolded me.

Meng Heze is ten times more sincere and upright than you, and Ji Chen is a hundred times more simple-minded than you.

"Do you know who that man is?"

Song Qianji thought to himself, I'm not interested in knowing.

Just as Wei Zhenyu was about to speak, his face changed slightly.

Someone screamed, because the distance was too far, the sound was vague, but the meaning of mourning could be heard.

Wei Zhenyu turned his footsteps and flew away quickly.

Song Qianji thought that this kid was not suspicious enough, so he went alone like this, what if the enemy set him up and lured him into the urn.

"Why did you follow?" Wei Zhenyu stopped, looked at the panting Fushi behind him, and frowned.

"I, I'll take a look with King Wei."

Wei Zhenyu sneered: "With your cultivation, can you see clearly?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "Of course I can't see clearly."

After speaking, he summoned his spirit energy, and he clearly saw the surging river, and a figure floating in the river, was washed and swallowed by the huge waves, repeatedly, ups and downs.

Looking at the battle line again, it is complicated and precise, and it looks familiar.

Song Qianji looked up along the line and saw a more familiar figure.

The innocent Ji Chen was sitting on the edge of the cliff swinging his legs, while Song Qianji listened intently, peeling off the sound of the water.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao Ren, you've been soaking for two days and two nights, and you're almost ready to retire." Ji Chen said.

Zhao Ren burst into tears and begged for a while: "You kill me, give me a good time!"

For a moment, he cursed viciously: "You tortured and killed me here today, someone will avenge me!"

Song Qianji was struck by lightning, and Ji Chen's back was reflected in his eyes, faintly overlapping with his previous life.

It's over, crooked.

If I had known today that I tortured Zhao Ren that night, I shouldn't have let Ji Chen see it.

And Zhengzhi Meng Heze leaned against the tree trunk with his sword in his arms, with a familiar and bored look: "Tsk, are you done?"

Song Qianji took a staggered step, and murmured: "...Teach me another one."

Wei Zhenyu supported him: "Did you sprain your ankle?"

There was a little more movement on their side, and a deep voice sounded like a sharp sword piercing through vast water:

"Which Taoist friend on the other side hides his head and shows his tail, why don't you show up and make friends?!"

It's Meng Heze.

Before Meng Heze finished speaking, he turned the hilt of his sword.

The old pine behind him broke from it, and the giant tree embraced by the three of them was shot out by his sword energy like a light arrow.

The giant tree flew over the river and shot straight to the opposite bank.

The sword energy is majestic and unstoppable.

Wei Zhenyu flicked his finger lightly and hit a falling leaf in front of Song Qianji's eyes.

The leaf flew out suddenly, piercing the night sky like a kingfisher.

Song Qianji was a little startled, so fast!

"boom!"

In the sky above the river, the giant tree collided with the fallen leaves that were almost invisible, and the high temperature exploded, and sparks exploded in an instant.

The giant tree was smashed to pieces, sparks fell into the rolling river, and the debris hit Zhao Ren's head and face like a meteor shower.

With this burst of fire and rain, the wide river surface of hundreds of feet was lit up.

The mountain walls and forests on both sides of the bank were like the afterglow of the setting sun, and the faces of the four people on the cliff became clear for a moment.

Looking across the Red River.

On the one hand, there are rocky rocks, and on the other hand, there are lush forests.

After the fire and rain fell, the surrounding fields returned to darkness.

Meng Heze stood up straight, feeling vaguely strange.

He had never seen the person beside Wei Zhenyu before, but subconsciously took a second look before returning to the old man: "You are here."

The corners of Song Qianji's mouth moved slightly, with complicated emotions.It turns out that Meng Heze and Ji Chen have other sides, only he thinks they are still young.

In fact, counting their ages, the two of them also came to the fore in their previous lives, when they became famous.

At least he's living a better life than his previous life, and it's not like he taught himself to be crooked.Song Qianji comforted himself.

Wei Zhenyu looked at Meng Heze, stood in front of Song Qian's fuselage, and said in a low voice:

"If you are afraid, go back first. They will not make things difficult for you."

He took two steps forward and said with enough spiritual energy, "I will cross the river tomorrow, and you will leave as soon as possible."

Song Qianji choked, whether you can speak or not.

If you can't speak, you can turn around and leave.

"You want me to make way? What a joke!" Meng Heze raised his head and laughed, "So what if I don't make way for you?"

Ji Chen said leisurely: "This miasma forest is full of exotic flowers and weeds. Bring a few back to Brother Song and plant them in the Song courtyard. He will be happy."

Song Qianji's eyes darkened.

I'm the happiest when you pretend you don't know each other and go your own way.

When Wei Zhenyu heard the words "Senior Brother Song", he glanced down at the golden lines on the river, his eyes were cold:

"You two are well-intentioned. If I don't cross the river, I will not live up to my good intentions."

Zhao Ren in Hezhong shouted: "Wei Zhenyu, no, King Wei, King Wei, save me! The Zhao family will have a big thank you in the future!"

Wei Zhenyu raised his sleeves.

"Boom-bang!"

A cluster of silver fireworks soared into the sky like a flying dragon, tearing the night like lightning.

The armor clangs, the earth shakes and the mountains shake.

"Signal from King Wei!"

At the same time, Meng Heze played ten spotlight symbols.

A golden light beam rose from his hand and shot straight into the night sky.

Magical instruments of various colors, each showing their magical powers.

"Brother Meng's talisman!"

Song Qianji blinked, and the two sides of the river were half gold and half silver in an instant, as bright as day.

Wei Zhenyu's team, Qianqu's team, and the casual repair teams of the two teams.

There are also monks passing by nearby, and when they see others running, they also rush to follow suit.

Some thought it was a rare treasure, some thought that the oriole would take advantage of the chaos, and some even hid in the trees to watch the fun.

It's really a spectacular scene, "all the talents are here".

The two sides each stand on a mountain, facing each other from a distance.

Like two ferocious beasts grinding their teeth and shrugging their backs, ready to go.

Song Qianji stood behind Wei Zhenyu, suddenly felt a headache, and wanted to raise his hand to clean up the situation, his face suddenly changed.

Something in his sleeve lit up.

The dim bead suddenly flashed a strange red light.

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