salted fish soaring

When Zhao Jiheng was escorted to the deacon's hall, he was still yelling loudly:

"How dare you treat me like this, I want to tell my uncle!"

"Okay!" Zhao Yuping rubbed his eyebrows.

Obviously they are all about the same age, why is Song Qianji so thoughtful and difficult to deal with; Meng Heze is not as ruthless as a living person, but like a red-eyed beast.

Only my own nephew is the most stupid, short of two hundred and five, rushing to deliver food to others.

Fortunately, there are many outstanding juniors in the family, and there are successors, Zhao Jiheng is no exception.He felt a little comforted in his heart.

He was born in Zhao's family in Qing'an County, Tianbei Continent, although it was a side branch.Zhao Taiji, the leader of Chishui Peak of Huawei Sect, is considered to be from the same family as Miao Hong.

But the Zhao family is a family of immortal cultivators, a famous family that controls the entire Qing'an County, and even the side branches are backed by big trees, so it is easier to stand out than ordinary monks.

"Don't provoke Song Qianji again. When you meet him in the future, just pretend you didn't see him, understand?" Zhao Yuping wanted to teach a few words, but he could only sigh wearily again when he saw the angry, wronged, and tearful eyes of the senior:

"Forget it, let's go play. Don't come back too late, you just entered the inner door, you have to make a good impression on the master and brothers."

Zhao Jiheng got a heavy bag of spirit stones, his resentful expression changed suddenly, and he said "I haven't seen you for a few days, I don't know if the girls are okay", he ran downstairs with brisk steps and fluttering robes.

"Congratulations." Only then did the young deacon dare to come forward to make fun of him.

"Why do you like it?" Zhao Yuping sneered, "Do you think that after Jiheng entered the inner sect, we also reconciled with Song Qianji, and everything will be fine now?"

"Song Qianji accepted the gift just now, thank you very politely..."

"Have you looked at his eyes carefully?" Zhao Yuping shook his head, "A person like him has deep thoughts and many tricks. Once you have a grudge, you can't keep it. If you don't move him, he will kill you sooner or later!"

The young deacon's heart tightened and he broke out in a cold sweat.If something happened to Zhao Yuping, they would be the ones who would be blamed first.

"What are you afraid of? That's not what I mean." Zhao Yuping pointed to the sky with one finger, "It's above."

The young deacon quickly glanced in the direction of Chishui Peak, then lowered his head again.

In the Palace of Qiankun, Zhao Taiji moved to kill Song Qian, and drew his sword angrily.Later, Master Xuyun changed his mind and left Song Qianji to the Dengwen Conference, which undoubtedly made him very dissatisfied.

Little is known about this.Except for the seven people in the palace that night, only Zhao Yuping knew about it.

Suddenly a deacon walked in quickly and whispered in Zhao Yuping's ear.

Zhao Yuping was slightly taken aback, with a surprised expression, and then laughed loudly:

"Did he really say that?"

"It's absolutely true! Almost all the outer disciples, as well as a dozen disciples from the Discipline Hall, have heard it."

Zhao Yuping narrowed his eyes.

He was worried about not being able to find a suitable knife, so Song Qianji handed over one, which was too understanding.

Where would Miaoyan's reputation as the "No. [-] Beauty" come from without her fanatical, well-born followers?

Many people regard Fairy Miaoyan's reputation as more important than their own.

Being disrespectful to Fairy Miaoyan is more serious than disrespecting them themselves.

They hold the right to speak of the younger generation in the cultivation world, and when they express their likes, they don't allow others to express their dislikes.

If male monks say that Miaoyan is not good, they have to "reason the truth"; if female monks say that Miaoyan is not good, they will be labeled as narrow-minded and jealous.

Over time, no one is willing to say anything about Miaoyan in public.

Only Song Qianji, I don't know why he went crazy.

This is not like jumping off a cliff, it looks like you are looking for death, but you can jump out of a way out.

Song Qianji's quick tongue will inevitably cause endless troubles.

"Someone always arrives first at the Dengwen Conference." Zhao Yuping asked, "When will the people from Qingya Academy and Xianyinmen arrive?"

"Ten days later."

"Too slow, arrange a cloud boat to pick it up."

The young deacon nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Yuping took out the tea set, began to boil water, and finally ordered:

"Before they came, I asked the Huawei Sect's inner and outer doors, everyone up and down, knew what Song Qianji had said."

Carved five-color glazed cup with new spring tea.

The amber tea soup reflects the pink and tender peach blossoms outside the window.He has not yet drunk, but already intoxicated.

What a pink skull.

****

Song Qianji was cutting bamboo strips and tying fences.

Meng Heze turned his wheelchair and followed him. He wanted to help but couldn't get his hands in. He could only occasionally hand him a hemp rope and a pair of scissors.

"Senior brother Song, don't you practice swords?" Meng Heze followed for a long time, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Don't you breathe out spiritual energy, don't you meditate and practice?"

"Not practicing."

"Is it because it's inconvenient for me to be here? Then I'll go out immediately."

Song Qianji could only explain: "I don't want to practice today."

Meng Heze felt embarrassed.

Not wanting to practice is a very bad thing. If it were someone else, I would have to urge him to stand up. Laziness will not end well!

But this person is Senior Brother Song.

Brother Song was too diligent and self-disciplined before, so he should take a rest long ago.

It doesn't matter if you don't practice.If you practice hard by yourself, you can protect him.If you work hard to save money, you will be able to buy pills and spiritual herbs for him.

If you work hard to become stronger, you can help him marry a Taoist partner... Uh, this doesn't seem to work.

But in short, it can send him to immortality.

Song Qianji's anomaly, Meng Heze figured it out by self-explaining, only one thing is still stuck in his heart:

"Senior Brother Song, why did you say that before?"

"Which one?"

"Pink Skull, Miao, Miao..." In the second half of the sentence, he really couldn't say it, and he meowed softly.

Meowing Song Qianji laughed out loud, and with a shake of his hands, he chipped a piece of emerald green bamboo.

Meng Heze became anxious: "Why don't you like Fairy Miaoyan, she is the most beautiful in the world!"

Song Qianji asked back: "What is beauty?"

Meng Heze was stunned by the question for a moment, and stared at him in surprise.

Song Qianji changed the way of asking: "Why do you think Miaoyan is beautiful?"

"Does this need a reason? We knew it when we first entered the realm of comprehension."

Meng Heze originally thought that just like the sun rising from east to west, spiritual stones are needed for cultivation, and the beauty of Miaoyan is also a basic common sense. "She has a flawless appearance, high talent, good rhythm, kindness and gentleness..."

"Are these all true?" Song Qianji flicked the bamboo strips, "Have you seen it with your own eyes? You know her far better than you know Zhou Xiaoyun. Why don't you think Zhou Xiaoyun is the most beautiful in the world?"

Meng Heze said in a daze, "But everyone says she is beautiful."

"Because many people follow her and praise her, so you think she is beautiful?" Song Qianji said, "Then do you like her, or do you like other people's pursuit and her reputation?"

"I don't know. This matter really can't bear to ponder, I'm about to be entangled by you!"

Meng Heze frowned in distress.

He couldn't answer Song Qianji's question.

What is beauty?Who stipulates that Miaoyan is beautiful?

I haven't seen her at all, how do I know she fits my aesthetics?

A flash of light flashed in Meng Heze's mind, and he suddenly shouted: "No, I don't have aesthetics at all!"

Miaoyan is the aesthetics of the upper monks.In this world, beauty and ugliness are all up to them.

A bit of sourness and bitterness appeared in his heart. We low-level monks have lived a hard enough life and work for you every day. How come you have to set rules for the standard of "beauty".

Song Qianji wrapped the hemp rope around the bamboo sticks and tied them tightly:

"Miao Yan is proficient in the Tianyin technique. Although she has a high level, she is not too aggressive. Listening to her piano music can improve her cultivation; she is beautiful but understanding, and will not argue with you about right or wrong; she is noble but gentle and gentle. , doesn't seem to care about anything other than music...

"So it can be summed up in nine words: good looks, many uses, and few shits."

Meng Heze was stunned by this statement: "So they don't really like Miaoyan, they only pursue Miaoyan because it is good for them."

"The more female cultivators look like Miaoyan, the easier it is to be praised." Song Qianji buried his head in adjusting the position of the fence, and said calmly, "Miaoyan is a yardstick for measuring perfection. On the one hand, it is pinned on the phantom of fantasy, but it is not a real person. .It's not fair to her, but it's her choice."

"Why do I think that you know her very well?" Meng Heze murmured to himself.

Song Qianji has already tied up two rows of bamboo fences.

He didn't have any seeds yet, so he searched the whole house and found only three potatoes.

There were clusters of light green shoots from the potatoes, which became more and more cute as he looked at them, so he decided to plant them first.

"Senior Brother Song, since you don't like Miaoyan!" Meng Heze originally wanted to share his hatred with him, "Then from today on, I won't, won't like..."

The boy hesitated for a long time, but it was difficult to say something against his will.

Song Qianji finally put down the precious potato in his hand and looked back at him.

"If you were 40 or [-] years old, I might persuade you to forget it. But you are only fourteen. So if you like something, just say it out loud. If you want something, just fight for it.

"If you make a mistake, correct it, and if you make a mistake, take it on. Don't worry about anyone, let alone me."

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the boy is the biggest.

As long as Meng Heze doesn't become the master of evil ways in this life, he can do whatever he wants.

The boy's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly, "I want to participate in the Dengwen Conference."

"Good."

"I want to worship the most powerful master!"

"good."

"I want to be a big shot!"

"can."

Meng Heze's voice suddenly dropped: "I still want to marry a beautiful Taoist couple. It's better to be envied by everyone than to be bullied by everyone."

"I'm not your father!" Song Qianji threw potatoes, "Don't tell me everything!"

After falling, you have to pick it up quickly.

Song Qianji touched the little tender bud, and said distressedly: "It didn't break."

The newly dug land is soft and clean, and it has been exposed to the warm sun, like a fluffy quilt, exuding the unique fragrance of the soil.

He cut the germinated potatoes into pieces, leaving a few bud holes in each piece, and dug holes and buried them in the soil.

Spring is a great time to plant potatoes.

As long as a few spring rains, they can grow green leaves and bloom small lilac flowers.

It's like the current Meng Heze, disheartened and daydreaming.

But as long as he borrows a gust of east wind, he will be able to skyrocket and soar into the sky.

"Senior Brother Song, I was wrong, don't be angry." Meng Heze sat in a wheelchair, watching Song Qianji personally fill the soil with a shovel, feeling even more guilty:

"When I recover from my injury, I will plant the land for senior brother!"

Song Qianji was startled.

I was kind enough to comfort you, but you miss me?

I'm just a palm-sized vegetable garden, and you planted it. What should I plant? !

"Go back to the hospital to recuperate." Song Qianji smiled and sincerely persuaded him to leave, "Don't come to my place until the injury is healed."

Meng Heze nodded movedly.

Song Qianji forgot that this kid has a ruby ​​Buddha bead beside him, although it is not as powerful as the "Fountain of Immortality", it is also a superior magic weapon to protect the master and increase healing.

Coupled with Meng Heze's tough foundation, in just two days, he led a group of outer disciples to make a comeback alive and kicking.

"Senior Brother Song, the news of the Dengwen Yahui was announced in the deacon hall today." Zhou Xiaoyun held out a piece of paper as if offering a treasure, "We copied a copy for you. Here are all the rules of the meeting, word for word. few!"

Song Qianji is watering the potatoes in the field.Although the paper was useless to him, he took it with both hands and thanked him.

There have been rumors from the inner door a few days ago.When the news of the conference was officially announced, it still caused a huge sensation in the outer gate.

The once-in-a-decade event in the comprehension world, this time it is Hua Weizong's turn to be the host.

The host's outer disciples can also sign up to participate.Even if you don't participate in the competition, being an ordinary audience throughout the whole process is enough to open your eyes and savor the rest of your life.

Meng Heze was in high spirits, without any trace of injury, only that he was a little taller and his physique was stronger:

"There are four competitions in total, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and exhibition competition. I have read it carefully, and it is best for us to apply for the exhibition competition. Brother Song, let me sign up for you."

Song Qianji: "I will apply for painting and calligraphy."

Meng Heze was shocked: "No!"

"Before I go up the mountain, I also like to draw a few flowers, birds, fish and insects at home." Zhou Xiaoyun euphemistically discouraged: "But this calligraphy and painting is not the other calligraphy and painting. Most of the applicants for this competition are scholars from Qingya Academy. This kind of amateur can't draw like others."

Meng Heze continued to persuade: "There are also piano and chess. On the surface, they are playing piano and chess. In fact, they test Tianyin, formation and deduction. Most of the applicants are monks from Xianyinmen and Ziyunguan, and we can't do it either. "

Dengwen is famous all over the world for climbing mountains.

Yahui, whether it is genuinely elegant or arty, has a lot of specialties, and it cannot be as bloody as a martial arts competition.

It is obvious that they can directly compare the Tianyin technique, the attainment of the formation method, and the drawing and making of talismans, but they just want to compare playing music, playing chess, and calligraphy and painting.

The only exhibition game reserved for martial arts practitioners to display their skills must be played pleasing to the eye, which is called "performance".

Song Qian can understand.If those disciples from famous families had to beat their heads to death for a magic weapon or a piece of fiefdom, how would it be any different from those loose cultivators?

"It's okay. I'll apply for calligraphy and painting."

Whether it is playing a whole piece of music or playing a whole game of chess, it is too slow and too troublesome.Only the rules of calligraphy and painting are the simplest, you can write two strokes casually.

Meng Heze was worried: "Can you draw talismans?"

Song Qianji: "A little bit."

He was born as a casual cultivator, and he has learned spells scatteredly, and he can point everything.

It's just that this kind of leisurely and elegant gathering has nothing to do with his previous life.

He was always running for his life, on his way, trying to survive, fighting, never stopping, never stopping.

Song Qianji thought, Chen Hongzhu only said that he wanted me to stay until the end of the Dengwen Conference.

But I don't use the sword, Xuyun and the others can't do anything to me.

They were all afraid of Xian Jianchen.

Song Qianji is not afraid.Because until he fled to Xueyuan in his last life, there was no news about Xian Jianchen, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Who made the "savior" Wei Zhenyu the real son of Tiandao.

If the sword god gave him a golden finger, he should retire and not steal his limelight.

In fact, it wasn't just Xian Jianchen.

When Song Qianji was still struggling at the bottom, there was a saying in the comprehension world that "one immortal, one ghost, one saint and one god", referring to the four strong men who turned into gods, "qin fairy, chess ghost, book saint, and sword god".

These four peerless masters, just because of the word "fate", they taught the savior what they had learned all their lives, and they didn't expect anything in return.

After leaving the inheritance, some of them died, some died of illness, and some lived in seclusion...

Later, it was the younger generation's turn to let a hundred flowers bloom.

The "lord of the evil way" Meng Zheng first made waves, and Song Qianji, "I will never die in a hundred battles", ordered the heroes.

After a short period of glory, it also fell to the ground like a meteor.

The big waves washed the sand, and the savior Wei Zhenyu came late, and saved the building from falling, winning the hearts of the world.

After Song Qianji's death, he looked at the fragments of the Long River of Time. Based on the details, it was deduced that Wei Zhenyu was at most a few years younger than him, and should be of the same generation.

But this person is so lucky, how could he be so unknown in the early stage.

Relieved after being reborn, Meng Zhengxian was originally named Meng Heze, and Wei Zhenyu might have changed his name too.

It is very likely that he put on a vest and took the route of making a fortune with a muffled sound in the early stage, only to explode suddenly in the later stage and be born out of nowhere.

In Dengwen Yahui, there are many people who wanted to kill him in the previous life, or were killed by him, and they are about to appear again.

Song Qianji didn't even want to see him.

He just wanted to take a look from a distance, that heavenly darling, son of luck.

Wei Zhenyu, will you come?