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"I don't know what sect and sect this fellow Taoist is, and where did he come from? But he strayed into this place?" the leading monk asked cautiously.

Everyone held magic tools and kept a distance of three or four feet from Song Qianji.

Song Qianji had just been roasted by the endless fire, and his palms were red, swollen and stinging, so he didn't bother to explain: "Is your courtyard supervisor here? Take me to see him."

A person who didn't know the details appeared out of nowhere and wanted to see the prison supervisor, and the Qingya scholars looked at each other in blank dismay.

Seeing this, Song Qianji shouted: "Midnight Manjusri, are you there—"

The ice cave is full of ice cones, like a layer of white curtains, the sound collides repeatedly, the echo lingers for a long time, and the ice chips fall down.

"What do you want to do?! Stop!" The leading scholar was furious.

Song Qianji continued to walk forward, as if he hadn't seen the magic weapon ready to go in front of them, his posture was relaxed, and he spread his empty hands to show friendship: "I am a friend of your courtyard supervisor. He called me to help, you Got in trouble, right. When I see him, he'll explain it to you."

The scholars supported the ice wall and retreated, with doubts on their faces, and discussed with each other through sound transmission.

According to the character of the hospital supervisor, he really doesn't seem like someone who can send letters for help.

Even if he wants to send a letter, who can he send it to?Never heard of him having peer friends.

But the man in front of him was thin and unremarkable in appearance, as if he had just crawled out of the fire, with several scorched black holes in his clothes and cuffs.

"Golden Core Realm and he is injured, so there is no threat. If he has malicious intentions, we can solve it without the supervisor. Take him."

Song Qianji easily followed.

He knew that this group of scholars were soft but not tough.In the previous life, this group of people thought he had no rules, and he thought that this group of people dragged their feet and caused trouble, and the two sides disliked each other.In the same ice cave, there were many conflicts.

In addition to Qingya's group of scholars, there were more than a dozen female cultivators from the Huaxi Sect, the third team of casual cultivators from Tianxizhou, disciples from aristocratic families from Yanshui County and Fuyang County, etc. in the cave at that time.

Three teachings and nine streams, black and white, mixed with good and bad.

The tunnels in the cave are like silk, criss-crossing, the widest part can accommodate more than a hundred people, and the narrowest part can only accommodate one person to pass through.

There is only one color in all directions, and it is annoying to look at it for a long time.

Hundreds of thousands of thousand-year-old spirits linger outside the cave, staring at each other, and a group of human monks in the cave are wounded and wary of each other, fighting each other.

Some people think that it is inappropriate to explore the depths of the ice cave: "There must be something more powerful inside, so they dare not come in."

Someone wanted to go in and try his luck: "I can't advance or retreat, are you stuck here waiting to die?"

"Wait for Qingya's Ziye Manjusri to recover from his injuries and make a way out, and he will naturally lead us out of trouble. Let's follow Qingya's team closely."

"But Song Qianji is definitely not willing to take us with us. What if we are thrown out as bait to feed Jingmei halfway. Get rid of Song Qianji first?"

"No! Jingmei attacks once every night, and he and Ziye Manjusri have to watch the night!"

"He and Ziye Manjusri also met halfway, and they are not of the same mind. Why don't you find a way to force him out first and lure Jingmei away."

Song Qianji encountered various temptations and temptations during that time.

He was so annoyed that he stood the sword beside him when he was meditating, no matter who came close, he would be injured by his sword energy.Since then the reputation has worsened.

And Midnight Manjusri is like a statue, carrying the expectations of everyone in the cave, silently guarding the entrance of the cave every night.

I don't know what's going on in this world.Song Qianji asked the scholar leading the way in front of him: "Fellow Taoist of Qingya, how many people are there in the cave now?"

His tone was polite, and the leading monk thought for a while: "The factions are not in the same place, and they exchange news from time to time. There are about 140 people in total."

Song Qianji thought to himself, good guy, forty more than in his previous life.

……

The leading monk stopped at a fork closest to the entrance of the cave, and saluted the inside of the cave:

"Brother Supervisor, this person suddenly appeared in the cave, said he wanted to see you, and said it was you..." He couldn't say the word friend, so he changed his words, "People I know..."

"Just send it here, I'll just go in by myself!" Before he finished speaking, Song Qian stepped inside.

"Wait!" Everyone stretched out their hands to stop him, but his figure was too fast, like a shadow.

"Understood." Ziye Wenshu's voice sounded from the cave.

The entrance was narrow, and Song Qianji turned two corners, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

This natural ice room is about ten feet long and wide. There are no ice waterfalls and ice hangings, and the walls are smooth.

Midnight Manjusri, dressed in black and with black hair, sat on the ice and meditated. His brows and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of snow and ice, like a dark stone statue frozen in the ice and snow.

His lips were black, the wound on his left shoulder was blue and purple, and the turbid blood from the wound had a burnt smell.

Seeing his appearance, Song Qianji couldn't help but sneer: "I've made myself like this again. That's fine, I won't forget my original intention in two lifetimes, right?"

Ziye Wenshu raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he reached out to hold the Xueren knife.

Song Qianji said to himself, "I didn't come to quarrel, I will not quarrel in this life, and quarreling can't solve any problems."

"You have been poisoned by the flame poison of the fire toad, and the detoxification pill you brought is useless. All things are naturally nourished, and one thing descends the other. The unique poison in the secret realm must be detoxified with the things in the secret realm. There are ice leaves growing in the depths of the cave. Grass can detoxify this poison."

Ziye Manjusri asked, "Who are you?"

He held the knife and prevented the other party from getting closer.

Obviously, Ziye Wenshu didn't believe a word he said.

In the current situation, it is indeed difficult to fool the past.

Song Qianji sighed, and pasted a shielding amulet on the entrance of the cave to isolate the prying eyes of the spiritual consciousness outside the cave.

He took off the bracelet: "It's me."

Song Xun's figure grew taller, his facial features, aura, and cultivation all changed, finally showing Song Qianji's true colors.

Ziye Wenshu's eyebrows moved slightly, a little surprised, but still unmoved: "Prove yourself."

Song Qianji understood what the other party meant: this only proves that his original face is fake, not that he is Song Qianji.

Song Qianji took out a small box: "The calligraphy sage's box is painted with Chunshan Mountain, it's genuine, come and have a look."

Manjusri did not pick up at midnight.

Song Qianji thought that he must be a hidden weapon in the defense box: "The last time I was drunk in the Qiankun Palace of the Huawei Sect, I asked you to borrow the Yufengxiao and said that I would teach you when I have time, do you remember?"

"There are many people who know, but not enough to believe." Ziye Manjusri said.

"The local specialties that I sent to Qingya half a year ago are all new varieties cultivated by Qianqu. There is a kind of bamboo shoot that is crisp and tender. You wrote me back and said that it tastes better after being marinated."

Ziye Manjusri remained silent, as if thinking about whether anyone else knew about this matter.

Song Qianji turned around and left: "It's fine if you don't believe me. I'm going out and yelling now. In addition to writing the day, the Qingya courtyard supervisor will also draw two villains fighting on the back of the letter paper. When I leave Blood River Valley, I will let you Quan Qianqu, no, the whole cultivation world knows about this!"

Ziye Wenshu: "... that's enough!" He paused, his tense breath relaxed a lot: "That's the dismantling of the knife manual move."

Not "villains fight".

Besides Qianqu Wang Song Qianji, who else is such a rascal.

"Just believe it. I'm here to kill someone, and he's hiding nearby. When I do it, you take people away, okay?" Song Qianji asked.

According to Ziye Manjusri's character, he falls into trouble with others, and because he is the strongest, he thinks it is his responsibility to protect others from harm.

If he doesn't say anything, the other party will definitely stop him when he makes a move.Then they will have a battle.

If he told Ziye Manjusri, the other party would be quiet and reticent, and would never reveal his identity to others.

Ziye Wenshu stared down at his swollen arm: "What happened to you?"

"It's a long story, forget it." Song Qianji shook his head, "I'll find an antidote for you first."