salted fish soaring

Young and unmarried, I had a son by chance.

This son is not filial, he is a rebellious son.

Song Qianji sighed, and saw the wine was crimson with ripples, and a bit of broken moonlight fell in the center of the jade cup.

"My drinking capacity is not very good."

Meng Zhengxian said sneeringly: "You say you want me to trust you and you are willing to do anything, but you refuse to drink a glass of wine. How can you let me believe you?"

Song Qianji said helplessly, "I just hope you don't regret it."

Meng Zhengxian laughed loudly: "I was born with an evil seed. I have killed countless people and done countless evils. I have never had any nightmares. How can I regret it?!"

Song Qianji raised his glass when he heard the words, and drank it all in one gulp.

Hongchen wine is extremely pungent, burning the stomach in the throat, like wildfire starting a prairie fire.

The most terrible thing is that it can arouse all the desires of killing, greed, sex, and desire in the heart.

"Okay!" Meng Heze raised his hand and added another cup.

Song Qianji raised his head and drank again, the crimson wine wet his front.

He leaned on the window frame and coughed repeatedly, then suddenly raised his hand and dropped the wine cup: "Come again!"

Broken jade is all over the ground, scattered like stars.

Meng Zheng clapped his hands first.All the beauties pushed back the veil and entered with the altar in hand.

Mrs. Jintao pours wine for Song Qianji.

The beauties danced around him, and the laughter was like a pearl on the plate.

"Drinking strong wine, getting drunk and hugging beautiful women, how does it feel?" Meng Heze's voice was vague, as if coming from a distant place, "Song Qianji, you should be like me."

"You have no relatives, no friends, and you are wandering all over the world alone. You have to be vigilant all the time, and you don't dare to relax for a moment. You are so tired of living, why don't you put down your sword, and I will teach you an evil way of cultivation, and enter my golden palace to be a demon Head, don't you have a good time?"

Song Qianji leaned against the flower window, his eyes were dim, and he tilted his head to look at him: "Do you want me to work hard for you?"

Meng Zheng first had a drink with him: "In this world of comprehension, who doesn't work hard, there are all kinds of misery in the world, it's better to sell it to a real devil than to a hypocrite!"

Song Qianji laughed lowly, and said something in a vague voice.

Meng Zheng didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

But Song Qianji didn't say anything anymore, he seemed to be intoxicated, and he didn't know his way back, let alone when he was going.

Meng Zheng watched quietly for a moment, then suddenly waved his sleeves: "Take him downstairs."

His eyes have returned to indifference.

It seems that he has lost interest in the scene in front of him, is discouraged, and is too lazy to take another look: "Come up with the golden rule."

Mrs. Jintao ordered someone to set up Song Qianji, curled her lips and ordered:

"Treat him well. If he wants to gamble, give him money. If he wants to drink, give him wine. If he wants a woman, find someone to accompany him. After he gets drunk for three days, there will be another obedient dog under the seat of the evil Buddha. "

Meng Zheng waved first, and a dancer fell into his arms with a charming smile.

Suddenly there was a loud shout: "Let him go!"

Meng Zhengxian's hands were in the air.

Everyone looked at Song Qianji in unison.

You are still held up by someone, and if you want to shout, you still shout "let go of me", "let go of him", what's the matter.

At this moment, a bright sword light cut through the white gauze and split the formation in the room.

The sword energy soared into the sky, and the heavy veils burst together like snowflakes.

Song Qianji stood facing the window, with his sword out of its sheath, his sleeves ready for the wind.

The moon is full on the west building, and beauties are like jade and swords are like rainbows.

The wine jar fell, and there were exclamations:

"Open formation!"

"There are assassins!"

The evil Buddha pushed the person in his arms away with one hand, and swung out a palm, a red jade Buddha bead shot out quickly.

……

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the earth is shaking.

The Jade Tower collapsed, and the dust rose to the sky.

All the guests escaped from the ruins and ran for their lives.

Boundless laughter turned into howling ghosts and wolves.

Song Qianji drank wine tonight and also drew his sword.

He floated in the air, surrounded by all the demon heads under the seat of the evil Buddha.

The formation on the island opened on its own, and a strange red light rose from the streets and houses, forming a giant net with layers of light circles.

The power of the whole island seemed to weigh on him.

Song Qianji is used to fighting alone, and often uses a method of saving aura. Every sword must be carefully calculated to maximize the benefits.

He also created his own "strike with strength, attack later" and "five elements escape technique" to facilitate breakout and escape.

But tonight, he didn't spare his aura, let alone himself, slashing and slashing without any scruples.

For a moment, no one dared to block his edge.

Amidst the dust in the sky, the flying magic weapons of various sects also rose into the night sky to observe the changing situation from a distance.

The weaker monks did not dare to go to the sky, but fled on the ground.

The drunken dream was awakened, and the gentle township turned into a sword, light and sword.

Song Qianji's sword moved the entire formation forward and backward, and the roof of the temple collapsed and the roof tiles burst wherever they passed.

There is a formation oppressing the top of the head, and there are golden laws and golden knives leading the Golden Palace all around.

Song Qianji was surrounded and had nowhere to go, but his momentum remained unabated, like a dragon sailing out to sea.

"Is he pretending to be drunk or is he really drunk?" Madam Jintao couldn't figure it out, "If he is drunk, why is the sword still so fierce?"

"He's really drunk, so drunk that he forgot to be afraid and lawless." The evil Buddha came late, with white hair flying around, and a red suit.

Eighteen red jade Buddha beads hovered in front of him, their brilliance circulating, ready to go.

He appeared behind Song Qian's fuselage, not angry, but full of interest: "Put down the sword, you can't escape."

Song Qianji was in charge of the gate, with arrogance, he turned around and said:

"Who said we can't escape. Xiaomeng, don't be afraid, senior brother will take you back to Qianqu!"

Meng Zhengxian was startled, who is Xiao Meng?

Could it be that Song Qianji thought that he was my "senior brother" when he was also an outer disciple in Huawei Sect?

Where the hell is Qianqu? !

There must be some basis for talking drunk.

Song Qianji killed and opened a passage, soaked in blood, but turned around and said: "You go first, I will finish."

Meng Zhengxian was blocked by Song Qianji, watching the man's back fighting in front of him, feeling extremely absurd:

"You, you let me go?"

This is my industry, where do I go?

Song Qianji shouted: "Why are you still in a daze! Some of your subordinates are deliberately trying to kill you! If you don't leave, you will die with thousands of cuts."

Jin Dao and Jin Lu were furious, their faces were green and white, and their moves frequently made mistakes:

"Your Majesty, don't listen to his nonsense provocations, I am loyal to Your Majesty!"

"I voluntarily planted the loyalty gu, and I have no second thoughts towards my lord!"

The other demon generals proved their loyalty one after another, scolding Song Qianji for being insidious and cunning.

Who doesn't know that the evil Buddha has always been cruel to those who dare to betray him.

Meng Zheng waved his sleeves first, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

"Your Highness—"

"Get out!"

All the demon leaders were in shock and retreated like a tide.

Song Qianji pulled Meng Zhengxian like a chicken cub.

The two stepped on the flying swords, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the raging West Sea.

……

What is the most astonishing thing in the cultivation world recently, and what has spread across the four continents.

——The famous Song Qianji appeared at the Golden Palace Auction. As the finale of the auction, all major forces competed for bids, and finally sold for tens of millions of dollars.

"However, this man is wild and unruly. He would rather die than submit. He broke through the siege by himself, made a big disturbance in the golden cave, held the evil Buddha hostage, and fled thousands of miles away."

"Then Song Qianji is so cruel and merciless. He must hate the evil Buddha to death after suffering this humiliation!"

"Evil Buddha, the big devil, finally someone can eliminate harm for the cultivation world. But in this way, will the Golden Palace hold a banquet on the night of the next full moon? Will we still be able to drink red dust wine in the future?"

"No, how did I hear that the evil Buddha voluntarily left with Song Qianji?"

"Song Qianji beat his subordinates and destroyed his golden palace, yet he left voluntarily. How is that possible?"

"How can the idea of ​​the great devil be judged by common sense?"

The teahouses, restaurants, and shops in the major teahouses and shops have spread the word, and everyone knows about it.