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Song Qianji wanted to see Wei Zhenyu, not with any malice, but just curiosity.

When he just died, he was indeed jealous of the other party, but after lying down in the small black room and watching the theater for so long, he didn't even want to cultivate anymore, so there was no point in being jealous of other people's good luck.

The word luck is unpredictable.

The monks who were born in a famous family have a lot of good deeds from their ancestors, good feng shui in the cave, and they even have dependent countries or fiefdoms.

If you can protect one side with good weather and teach thousands of mortals to enshrine their golden statues, the more incense, the better the luck, the smoother the journey to immortality, and a virtuous circle.

Ordinary monks have neither the protection of treasured spiritual weapons, nor the power of ascension from their ancestors, and no one in the mortal world to enshrine. They can only rely on "doing more good deeds and accumulating blessings" to comfort themselves.

There is also a sword that takes a slanted path, using magic to plunder others' luck, and the bet is to deceive the world, and if you are not careful, you will be backlashed.

Song Qianji had never thought about this.

But he had seen a Ziyun Guan Tao technique called "Looking at the Qi Technique".

After Song Qianji was promoted to Huashen, various factions came to congratulate him.

Ziyun Guanzhu showed the Qi-watching technique in public, seeing other people are full of five colors intertwined, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are flourishing, one can deduce why this person has made a fortune, and he can tell the truth.

When I looked at him, I saw a thick black smoke that could not be melted away, and a billowing wind, almost blinding my eyes.

He didn't dare to say that Song Qianji was wrong, so he could only say, "I have been looking forward to it for a hundred years, but I haven't seen this scene. Why it happened, I don't know why."

It means that I have never seen someone with such unlucky luck as him, without the slightest blessing from heaven.

It's amazing that this person has survived to this day and can still achieve such an achievement.

Since then, Song Qianji's reputation has become even more vicious.

The comprehension circles generally believed that he was "without virtue" and his life was so hard-hearted that the King of Hades would not accept him.

No matter what he said behind his back, on the surface he became more and more in awe of him.

Song Qianji thought, if Wei Zhenyu's body was full of golden light, as bright as the sun, in the eyes of a monk who knows the "look at Qi", it would be like a child crossing the market with gold, and would inevitably be coveted or plundered by others.

Wei Zhenyu must have a secret technique, which can cover up his luck, and be in harmony with the light, so that he can make a fortune silently.

So this time at the Dengwen Yahui, he didn't look at the famous geniuses of various factions, but only looked for the little disciple named Wei who was unknown.

"Senior Brother Song, what are you thinking?" Meng Heze interrupted his thoughts.

"Nothing." Song Qianji shook his head.

Meng Heze thought he was worried about the Dengwen Conference: "I'll go buy you a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so that you can practice painting and calligraphy."

"No need." Song Qianji put away the water bottle after watering the ground, "I want to buy some seeds."

"Seeds?" Meng Heze was puzzled, "Which kind of spiritual plant seeds?"

"You don't need spiritual plants, you need ordinary seeds." Song Qianji is not picky about food, "Vegetable seedlings are also fine."

Zhou Xiaoyun suddenly said: "That's easy, there is a big stove at the outer door!"

Outer disciples who haven't yet bigu usually eat at Dazao, and they can't eat Lingzhi, Lingmi, Lingmi, and beast meat, and they can eat enough rice, noodles and seasonal vegetables.

"We're going to work in the Lingshi Mine right now. We just pass by Dazao after work, so I'll bring you here." Meng Heze stood up and said goodbye.

Song Qianji nodded his thanks.

The new shoots of potatoes are stained with crystal water, full of vitality, hidden in the soil.

This is the first time Song Qianji has grown something.

He stretched out his fingertips and touched them carefully.Some novelty, some joy.

Because he is carrying the most vital treasure "Fountain of Immortality", his perception of life has also become keen.

Not just people and living things, but everything that is alive.

For example, he can feel when a leaf falls from the branch, and when a peach blossom at the bottom of the leaf turns from flourishing to fading.

Maybe, I really have a talent for farming.

From a high-rise building to a flat ground, one day you will have your own farm!

After the problem of seeds and vegetable seedlings was solved, Song Qianji transplanted the peach tree in front of the courtyard three feet away in order to improve the lighting inside the courtyard wall.

The land in front of the gate was carefully turned and cleared by him. Bamboo fences were erected on both sides of the vermilion lacquer gate to open up two new vegetable gardens.

He is very serious when he works, and he is also engrossed and meticulous in the boring and rough work of turning the soil with a shovel.

It seems to be doing the most interesting and important thing in the world.

Song Qianji was refreshed.

The man staring at him was about to collapse.

"Report! Song Qianji buys seeds and seedlings, as if he wants to farm!"

"Report! Song Qianji has really started to plow the land!"

"Report! Song Qianji planted eggplants, shallots, and garlic sprouts today..."

"Report! Song Qianji plans to plant flowers in front of the door..."

"Go away, don't report it!"

Zhao Yuping shook his sleeves angrily.The teacup on the table collapsed and the fragments flew.

He stood among the debris and stomped his feet: "What the hell is this bastard trying to do!"

A miscellaneous fish in the qi refining period who has no time to play, is not even willing to sleep, and can't wait to squeeze out forty hours a day to practice.

Suddenly one day he ran to farm, and since he started farming, he has never practiced again.

The more Zhao Yuping thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He always felt that Song Qianji's abnormality was holding back a big move.

Like a sword hanging above his head, he couldn't guess the opponent's plan, which made him anxious:

"When will the people from Qingya Academy and Xianyinmen arrive? There are many dreams in the night, so send someone to remind you."

Chen Hongzhu was also uncomfortable.

She volunteered to stare at Song Qianji, not to hear how the other party planted rice seedlings and watered them every day.

Chen Hongzhu bribed the disciples in the dormitories of the [-] outer gates around the "Song Yuan", left them spirit stones and paper cranes, and sent them a stern threat:

"If there is any movement in Song Qianji, if you don't find out in time and report it to me, just wait to be whipped!"

Under coercion and temptation, she was more informed than Zhao Yuping.

Song Qianji seemed to have noticed something, and lived in seclusion, and the seeds and farm tools needed were sent to the courtyard by Meng Heze and others.

"He would rather spend his time doing this kind of nosy thing every day than practicing swordsmanship. Is he trying to annoy me?"

Once this kind of thought came up, Chen Hongzhu was absent-minded when practicing swords, and he was restless and irritable when he meditated.

"Song Qianji is out!"

Zhihe brought the latest news, and Chen Hongzhu suddenly got up.

***

Song Qian closed the vermilion lacquer door.He was about to move, but suddenly raised his eyes to look at the peach blossom tree.

The sun is clear, and the flowers and leaves are layered on top of each other, blooming lively.

The girl in red sat on a branch dangling her legs, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

Song Qianji frowned: "How did you get here?"

There is no aura fluctuation at all.She seemed to appear out of nowhere, startling the birds.

"Use this!" Chen Hongzhu took out a diamond-shaped token, "As long as you make any movement, I will be there immediately!"

The golden light shone, reflecting the sun and dazzled Song Qianji's eyes.

"You also know that my father and my uncles don't want to see you. The dirty work of staring at you is naturally left to me. Taking this opportunity, I asked my father to borrow the Huawei Zhenling. Holding it With this order, with the help of the Huawei Formation, the sect can come and go freely, and it will arrive in an instant." Chen Hongzhu said proudly,

"For example, I can't get up to the Star Picking Platform in the back mountain. But since I got it, I can't sleep at night, and I can watch the stars at any time. For this, I really want to thank you."

Having had the failed experience of dealing with this person last time, she felt that it would be better to be frank than to conceal in the face of this person.

But she didn't say why she couldn't fall asleep, and she didn't think the other party cared.

Song Qianji was speechless.

What is the difference between you traveling at public expense and eating and drinking at public expense.

But considering Chen Hongzhu's identity, it's not against the law to steal his own wool.

He turned away.

Chen Hongzhu jumped down, chased after him and asked, "Where do you go to practice swords?"

"If you don't practice swords, go to Lingtian to have a look."

Chen Hongzhu bit her lower lip and made up her mind: "The Dengwen Conference is about to start, you can't delay yourself like this because of anger! I can apologize for being rude to you before!"

Thinking that she has been domineering for 18 years and has never lowered her head, so there is no apology.

If the other party doesn't give face again, she will really be angry.

"Don't you know?" Song Qianji asked.

"what?"

"I applied for painting and calligraphy."

Chen Hongzhu coughed violently: "You are really crazy!"

"Cultivation is like sailing against the current. As long as you take this path, you must fight non-stop, with others, with the sky, or you will fall behind one step at a time." Chen Hongzhu persuaded earnestly, "The same is fourteen or five years old. Some people are in the early stage of qi refining, and some are in the perfect stage of qi refining. They seem to be about the same, but the gap becomes bigger as you go on. When your friend Meng Heze forms the golden elixir, you are still working on foundation building, are you in a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry."

Song Qianji walked while admiring the scenery with a leisurely look.

Chen Hongzhu was furious.I can't wait to grab his shoulders and shake.

"It's a great opportunity for you to be taught by 'that person' in person during your Qi refining period. You can't ask for smoke from other people's ancestral graves. Why don't you cherish it? Why don't you cherish it!"

She took a deep breath: "Even if you don't want to compare yourself with monks of the same generation, even a mortal who doesn't cultivate immortals understands the simplest truth in the world: if you don't want to be bullied or slaughtered by others, you can only work hard. Everyone wants Being a master of human beings, that's why this man-eating world has been fulfilled."

"What are you anxious about?" Song Qianji smiled, "Are you my mother?"

"You!" Chen Hongzhu was almost run away by him, turned his eyes, and said suddenly: "I heard what you said before. It's not just me, now the entire Huawei Sect knows."

"Miao Yan has a lot of fanatical followers, Deng Wenya will come and they will come too. You are going to be in trouble, are you afraid?"

Song Qianji thought for a while, then nodded honestly: "I'm afraid."

For a person to become a fanatical follower, he must have a bad brain.

He has been taught in his previous life.

Miaoyan asked him to listen to the piano in Hanhu, and they hid at the bottom of the lake, waiting for an opportunity to destroy it, but awakened a sleeping thousand-year-old crocodile in the lake, and was chased and bitten out of the waters forty miles.

Miaoyan invited him to go out on a boat and drink tea. They hid under the boat and were about to assassinate him, but they were afraid of being scattered by the rushing water, so they tied them together with ropes.

Carrying one can bring out a bunch of melons, seven melons on one vine.

These people with the same IQ as Zhao Jiheng provided a rare joke for Song Qianji's boring life of cultivating immortals in his previous life.

But at that time, he put on an air of great ability, especially in front of Miao Yan, he was self-confident, and he didn't want to be regarded as an undisciplined casual cultivator.

I can't laugh if I want to laugh, it's very hard to hold back.

Now there is no burden, and I can laugh as much as I want.If they meet again, he is afraid that he will be laughed to death.

Chen Hongzhu choked.

She knew that this person was tough, and if she provoked her, she should act like a hero and say, "Whoever is afraid of whom, just let the horse come over."

That happened to be riding a donkey downhill, urging the other party to practice their swords hard, and preparing to teach those people a lesson.

Now that the other party has simply confessed, she has nothing to say.

Song Qianji suddenly asked: "Are you afraid of them coming?"

"Joke, would I be afraid?!" Chen Hongzhu bristled angrily, "Afraid of size! I just don't like Miao Yan, who dares to bully us two because of this, first ask my sword."

"Aren't you a whip?"

"My whip is used to frighten others! It's like setting off firecrackers during Chinese New Year, just listen to it." Chen Hongzhu said seriously, "A sword is a murder weapon. A sword that hurts people cannot be easily shown."

"So you understand this truth." Song Qianji was a little surprised, "You are not bad."

"So you can still praise people, I thought you would only irritate people. However, you are also very good." Chen Hongzhu smiled happily after being praised, and praised him in return. The railings of the building were snapped off, but you still pretended not to care!"

Song Qianji shook his head: "No. She won't."

During the conversation, layers of layers were built, and the terraced fields of Lingshan, like thousands of snow waves, appeared vividly in front of my eyes.

***

Miaoyan stood by the railing, enjoying the flowers quietly.

Wherever she is, there are always flowers.

She and Chen Hongzhu hated each other, so naturally she didn't want to live in Chen Hongzhu's Palace of Worry-free.

Although the two are cousins, they don't have the handkerchief friendship that grew up together.Chen Hongzhu is the son of Xuyun, who was born as the princess of Huaweizong.

Miaoyan's parents died early, and before her mother died, she was entrusted to her uncle who was the head of Huawei.

It's a pity that her spiritual roots are weak, and her spiritual veins are slender and flexible, so she is the most unsuitable for learning swords.No matter how hard he tries, Xu Yun always shakes his head and frowns.

Hua Weizong only thought of raising an idler, with an extra pair of chopsticks.

After Chen Hongzhu was born, Miaoyan moved from the main peak to the secluded bamboo forest in the back mountain.

Until Fairy Wangshu came to Huaweizong as a guest, seeing that she was suitable for practicing Tianyin technique, she was accepted as an apprentice and taught her all.

Miaoyan's life has changed since then.

When she reappears in person, she will become a Nine Heavens Goddess with outstanding talent and radiance.

As if she was born this way.

In Chen Hongzhu's Wuyou Hall, Hua Weizong built a Tianlai Pavilion for her to show that the two are close friends in their boudoirs and have a long relationship.

But Miaoyan prefers to live in the old bamboo building.

Hua Weizong had no choice but to renovate the place, hang white gauze, put luminous pearls, and decorate it elegantly and out of dust.

When the maid came in, she saw Miao Yan staring at the flowers in a daze, with a worried look on her brows, mistakenly thinking that she was troubled by human words, and said urgently:

"You heard that too?"

"What?" Miao Yan was startled, then remembered that not-so-pleasant sentence, smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing."

The maid was angrily: "Huaweizong invited you to be a guest, and some disciples in the sect dared to be rude to you. If I meet you face to face..."

"No. Nothing to do with him."

Miao Yan turned around, picked up a pair of golden scissors, and trimmed the excess flowering branches of the potted plants, "The bamboo building is remote, you can hear the gossip because someone wants me to hear it, and wants me to be angry."

The maid pondered for a moment, then clapped her hands suddenly and said, "Then they are doomed to be disappointed. I've never seen a fairy get angry!"

Miao Yan smiled.

She is used to pouring all love, hate, joy and anger into the music.The sound of the piano stopped, she raised her head, and turned back into a perfect fairy.

She never shows negative emotions in front of people.

"What's more, a small outer disciple is not worthy of your anger." The maid laughed.

"Kah."

The golden scissors made a mistake, and the flower buds fell to the ground.

Miao Yan's smile faded: "Outer disciple?"

She put down the scissors, and inexplicably remembered the indifferent expression and frowning of the man she met on the passing water bridge.

If it's that guy, it sure looks like he's going to say that.

"Ah, the flowers are gone!" The maid was surprised, and then comforted, "It's okay, the new flowers are outside the building, I'll bring them in right away."

Old flowers are discarded and new flowers are put on the terrace.

Golden pattern orchid, five-color peony, crystal rhododendron...

The elegant and dusty bamboo building is filled with flowers and fragrance in an instant.

The maid covered her mouth and smiled: "Look at those people, the flowers have arrived before the people arrive."

Miao Yan likes looking at flowers.

Famous flowers and beauties love each other, and others also like to send flowers to her.

Chasing the most beautiful person and sending the most beautiful flowers, many people regard it as elegant.

The maid has been by Miao Yan's side for many years, and she loves her sisters. She has seen all the exotic flowers, rare plants, and precious spiritual plants in the world, and she doesn't feel strange when she sees them.

"Fairy, which flower do you prefer this time?"

"No."

Miao Yan turned around, let the colorful flowers bloom everywhere, and didn't even look at them again.

She sat back at the bamboo desk, bowed her head and played the piano.

"Which of these flower senders do you like best?"

"None of them."

The maid thought about it, she had never seen Miao Yan being special to anyone, so she couldn't help asking: "What kind of person do you like?"

"A bosom friend." The beauty plucked the strings twice, and the sound of the piano was not a melody, but flowed out like spring water and rocks, fresh and pleasant to the ear.

It's a pity that there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings.

The maid didn't understand, and wanted to ask what a bosom friend was, when suddenly her eyes lit up, and she grabbed a paper crane like a butterfly, "Fairy Wang Shu has sent you a letter!"

Miao Yan didn't look up, but asked, "What did Master say?"

"Please play a piece of music after the piano test at the Dengwen Conference, so as to calm everyone's mind and improve their practice."

"Understood." Miao Yan supported the pearl hairpin on her temples, and said with a smile, "Master is still so competitive."

With their finale, who will remember what this year's leader played?

Which of the young people attending the meeting is not here for fame?He practiced hard to win the leader, but he was never remembered.

It's a little pathetic.

Miao Yan said "sorry" in advance in her heart.

The strong seniors hold their own status and will not end.She is confident in today's comprehension world, and no one can beat her among Le Dao monks who are willing to appear in person and perform publicly.

Every year, some people are praised as "Xiao Miaoyan", but it is only a flash in the pan.

There is always only one Miaoyan.

When she thought of this, a cold and stubborn expression appeared, which completely destroyed the soft beauty, and almost changed her.

But she lowered her head and no one could see.