salted fish soaring

The black robe that bore Song Qianji's anger in the previous life and was split in half by his sword is neatly worn on him in this life.

Ziye Manjusri also agreed to his request to take over the ice cave.

They stopped arguing and talking harshly.

Qingzhai and Zimo stood by the exit and waited anxiously for a long while, but they didn't hear any movement of the fight.

Seeing a pitch-black figure walking out, Qing Zhai was about to call "Senior Brother Supervisor", but fell silent for a moment.

Zi Mo was stunned: "Song, Fellow Daoist Song, why are you wearing your brother's robe?"

Song Qianji didn't answer: "Let's go, show me the fellow Taoists here."

The same knife, the same black clothes, Song Xun doesn't look like a serious person.

Zi Mo stared at the black back and resented: "How dare he, he doesn't look like a prince in a dragon robe."

Qing Zhai said via voice transmission: "It doesn't matter whether it looks like it or not, at least he didn't use ice leaf grass to poison his brother."

Zimo collapsed: "Are you serious? Is this an advantage?!"

Other Qingya scholars catch up:

"Song Daoyou, wait, you can't easily enter—"

When they were not paying attention, Song Qianji had already walked into the ice cave where casual cultivators gathered.

In the middle of the night, Manjusri's ice room is like a mirror on all sides, empty.

Here, there are three layers of cold-prevented monster skins, and the dried monster meat is hung. Scrapped instruments, array materials, and picked monster bones are scattered in the corner, like a garbage dump.

A group of more than [-] casual cultivators sat on the dirty animal skin in a disorganized state, pouring wine with their heads up, laughing and cursing with foul language.

The big man sitting in the middle was as strong as a hill, shirtless, cut off the animal meat with a dagger, and ate it directly into his mouth with the tip of the knife.

He raised his head suddenly, and laughed loudly: "Ha, I haven't visited Song Daoyou yet, Daoyou came here first!"

"Master Yan." Song Qianji said.

"You know me? Have you heard my name? Yes, we are all casual cultivators!"

The big man stood up and went forward, rising like a mountain of meat, he had to lower his head slightly so as not to smash the roof of the cave.

The laughter stopped suddenly, and the others stood up one after another, with more than 30 pairs of eyes staring at Song Qianji.

This ice cave is poorly ventilated, coupled with lack of attention to cleanliness, the smell of dirty blood and strong alcohol is very unpleasant.

The Qingya scholar chasing after Song Qian's fuselage smelled the stench and heard the unbearable vulgar words, and then glanced at the "demons dancing wildly" in the cave. Song Xun immediately frowned and wrinkled his nose: "We won't go in." Alright."

The casual cultivator in the cave glanced at them and sneered.

The casual cultivator who had just gone out to check on the letter saw Song Xun enter the tiger's den alone, with a gentle attitude, Deng Jue was elated: "Song Daoyou came to us in person, are you afraid of dirtying the snow blade knife you borrowed?"

Another person said: "Master Yan, everyone is here, why don't you ask him to lend us the sword."

While he was speaking, the rest of the rogue cultivators moved their feet, quietly setting up their battles to prevent the visitors from getting angry and violent.

"That's right, we've never looked at this knife carefully before." The big man known as Lord Yan made a sudden move, clawing at the handle of the knife with his five fingers like hooks.

Song Qianji seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and suddenly raised his hand, one step ahead of him, and threw the black knife casually.

He said with a smile: "I hold this treasured sword in my hand. The sword does not come out of its sheath. It is only used for decoration. You can take a look if you want."

"Duh!"

The ice crumbs rustled and hit everyone on the head.

The thick handle of the knife was completely cut into the ice wall, leaving only a section of the scabbard outside.

Everyone's eyes changed slightly, and the formation spread out.

"I'll come first." A saber-wielding casual cultivator walked out, gripped the handle of the saber tightly, channeled his spiritual energy, and shouted, "Go!"

A gust of cold air came from the scabbard, like billowing snow waves rushing straight to the Tianling Gai, he retreated ten steps in a row, before he stood still.

The snow blade did not move at all.

Everyone roared with laughter.They are not from the same family, and they don't pay attention to sharing weal and woe, and it is daily to laugh at each other.

"Hand slippery." The man retreated into the crowd.

"I'm coming!" Another person walked out.

All the casual cultivators were gearing up, then were shocked, and finally shook their heads and sighed.

Gangzhu Yan finally used enough spiritual energy to pull out the black knife only half an inch.

Song Qianji watched carefully.

When he comes here, these casual cultivators will test his roots.He made the first move and became him to try these people.

After every casual cultivator stepped forward and drew his sword once, his Lingzhu remained motionless as if dead.

Formless or formless doubles are not here.

Song Qianji said to the crowd: "We are all from mud-legged backgrounds, so we don't play tricks. I have my own business here. If you don't hinder me, I won't hinder you either."

He spread his fingers.

"Whoosh!" The Xueren Saber broke through the wall, flying steadily into his palm like eyes.

All the casual cultivators were silent, they all wondered what strange technique this person used to control other people's natal magic weapon.

"Good skill!" Gang Leader Yan yelled, "So refreshing!"

He said to Song Qianji via voice transmission: "But that Ziye Manjusri is not easy to get along with. You have tricked him into trusting you to do your own thing. You are not afraid that he will trouble you in the future..."

Song Qianji didn't seem to understand his hint about cooperation, so he raised his head and smiled: "Wealth and wealth come from danger. I'm not afraid!"

Others wanted to say more, but he had already walked away holding the Xueren Saber.

All the casual cultivators looked at each other.

——I can't tell, this is actually a ruthless person.

After the outsiders left, the warm and unrestrained atmosphere in the cave disappeared instantly, and the faces of the casual cultivators were gloomy.

"Midnight Manjusri pulls a face every day, puts on airs of the sect, and looks down on our brothers from the bottom of his heart. Forget it, he doesn't look down on us, and we don't look down on him. But this Song Xun suddenly appeared, and he followed Qing The people from the cliff mingled together...to keep vigil for Manjusri in the middle of the night? Ha, who would do something thankless."

"This Song Xunqi is calm and relaxed, and he seems to be able to get out of trouble at any time. He must have relied on and planned. Maybe we got lucky this time, and there are still treasures hidden here."

Gang Leader Yan said in a deep voice: "Tonight when he is on vigil, you also go and keep an eye on him! When necessary, make a show of helping him."

……

"Song Daoyou came out so soon?" Qingya Scholar wondered.

"No trouble?"

Song Qianji: "Let's go."

The ice cave where the disciples of the aristocratic family gathered was polished, wide and flat without edges and corners.

The cave is illuminated by forty huge shark beads, and spirit stones are spent to maintain a constant temperature formation.

When Song Qianji went in, he saw a group of teenagers all dressed gorgeously, but looked sluggish.

Some sobbed softly, with mournful faces, as if the sky had collapsed at the end of the world: "I came to the secret realm, how much suffering and suffering I have suffered, all depends on the face of Ziye Manjusri!"

Some were incompetent and furious: "They are all trash! If Master Ben falls here, how will you go back and explain?"

One of them was enshrined and protected in the center by three Nascent Souls, wearing a multicolored embroidered robe, and raised his chin proudly, like a crowing rooster:

"You are Song Xun? Why didn't Ziye Manjusri come?"

From the garbage dump to the big greenhouse, the Qingya scholar showed an angry expression, seeing that Song Qianji was still smiling gently, angrily, he exited the ice cave one after another.

When they left, the rooster boy beckoned, "Come here."

"Master Cao called me?" Song Qian stepped forward.

"You recognize me? You have good eyesight. I think you are better than that Qingya courtyard supervisor—ah!"

There was a scream.

"Master Cao!" There were screams everywhere.

Song Qianji grabbed the boy by the back of the neck like a chicken's neck, restrained the pulse door, and lifted him out of the heavy protection: "I have a better temper than him, right?"

"I'm here." Song Qianji approached the others, patted their shoulders one by one, observed their reactions, and kept an eye on the movement of the Lingzhu.

"You, how can you be so rude!"

The Nascent Soul priests shouted and cursed and showed their magical artifacts, but they were afraid of being a hostage in his hands.

The other brocade-clothed teenagers huddled together like a flock of quails.

Someone shouted: "You can't do this! We want to see Ziye Manjusri!"

"See you!" Song Qianji sneered, "I have restrained him with the poisonous ice leaf grass and locked him in the formation. Let's see if you can get in!"

"How could Qingya allow you to do this? I don't believe it!" The boy caught by him collapsed.

"Then try it too." Song Qianji said, "I still have one plant left in my hand."

The priest said anxiously: "Young master, don't say a word! This man just came out, and what he is holding in his hand is indeed ice leaf grass."

Everyone changed color in horror.

- Can't tell, this is actually a lunatic.

Lingzhu remained silent.

neither.Song Qianji frowned, walked to the entrance of the cave and waved his hands.

The rooster boy was thrown to the crowd for worship, and he let out a low cry of pain.

When Song Qianji walked away, the exaggerated panic and nervous expressions on everyone's faces disappeared without a trace.

"This Song Xun really has the habit of loose cultivation, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. It's not easy."

"To deal with this kind of person, you have to stroke along the hair first." The young man said, "Go watch with him at night, be careful that he goes crazy and releases his energy."

……

"Song Daoyou came out faster this time!" A scholar from Qingya muttered, "They are disrespectful to senior brother, you have a good temper..."

Suddenly he sneezed.The residence of the Huaxi School is approaching.

The scent of rolling flowers, the strong smoked wind, and the warmth scratch people's hearts.

Scholar Qingya smelled the strange fragrance, his heart fluttered for no reason, he even sneezed, his face flushed.

"It's really strange, when we came here just now, there was no such strange fragrance." Qing Zhai said.

Song Qianji didn't seem to hear, but still walked forward.

"This place of evil law seems to be specially prepared for Song Daoyou." Zimo shook his sleeves angrily, "If Song Daoyou insists on going, go by yourself!"

The scholar Qingya looked strange, and watched Song Qianji walk into the "Fairy Pansi Cave".

The cave is cold, but there are pots of blooming flowers, and the fragrance is stimulated from the flowers.

It should be a cold fragrance, but it makes people feel hot all over.

All the female cultivators were lined up on both sides, all dressed in scarlet gauze skirts, and finally a graceful beauty who was more beautiful than flowers walked out, and smiled softly:

"This is Song Daoyou, right?"

"Hello, Master Hua."

"You recognize me? That's right, those pedantic scholars in Qingya must have told you to say something bad about us." Sect Master Hua rolled his eyes.

But after Song Qianji said hello, he leaned over to take a closer look at the carmine-colored peonies.

The petals overlap, the stamens are tender yellow, delicate and bright, and covered with cold dew, it is uniquely charming.

All the female cultivators stared at him, gradually becoming confused.

"Don't you think it's strange here?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"It's strange, what kind of peony is this?" Song Qianji was surprised, "It's so cold-resistant, it's amazing."

He also met these people in his previous life, but he had never been to the other person's residence, nor had he seen these flowers.

But even if I saw it at that time, I was afraid that "seeing flowers is like seeing revenge", and I have no intention of appreciating flowers.

Sect Leader Hua was a little bit annoyed at first, seeing that his breath was slack, with the snow blade dangling from his waist, his surprised expression did not seem to be fake.

"My Huaxi sect stands on the bank of the Huaxi creek, and there are many flowers everywhere. I naturally love flowers and flowers. When the flowers are planted, I use my sect's unique 'Yin Yang Fascination Dafa' to stimulate them to bloom more beautifully. What's so strange?"

She stared at the other party and deliberately said the exercises.

"So it's because of the cultivation technique." Song Qianji knelt down and approached, muttering, "This flower has an outstanding color and appearance, which is rare."

All the female cultivators were in an uproar.

This person was so close, he was completely defenseless and surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, yet he still had clear eyes and no evil thoughts.

"It's a pity that most people think it's gaudy and confusing. It's not as elegant and precious as pines, cypresses and green bamboos. Plum blossoms and orchids are pure and clean." The head of Hua glanced at the direction of Xianyinmen.

She uses flowers as a metaphor for others.

However, Song Qianji only focused on looking at the flowers: "Thousands of flowers and plants in the world are all raised naturally, and they are naturally created, so why should there be distinctions between high and low?"

Just like the spring cabbage in his field, there are many varieties, which only grow gratifyingly or grow slowly. If you have to distinguish between one variety that looks vulgar and that that looks elegant, isn’t it a joke?

Head Hua was startled, and suddenly waved his sleeves.

Seeing this, all the female cultivators received their kung fu together, and the strong fragrance suddenly dissipated.

"Song Daoyou is right. If there is wine in this ghost place, I will buy you a few glasses!"

"I don't know how to drink. Can I get a flower?" Song Qianji asked.

"It's just a flower. Fellow Taoists can take a fancy to it. Take it for yourself. My Huaxi Sect is not so stingy."

Song Qianji took out the jade box, took off the flowers and carefully put them in.

The female cultivators covered their mouths and laughed lightly

——I can't tell, this is an idiot.