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Meng Heze knew that he was going to die, he couldn't see Song Qianji's face clearly, he could only see a bright full moon rising from the floating clouds in the night sky outside the entrance of the cave.

The full moon swayed, drifting towards him like a small boat crossing the dark blue night sea.

After his death, Song Qian will have the opportunity to become a "hero who slays demons" and be respected by the entire cultivation world, so that he no longer has to work hard.

Song Qianji possessed the map and key of the treasure house, and was assisted by others, enough to establish himself as a sect and become a master of the generation.

Thinking of these, Meng Heze felt a little comforted.

Jintao, Jinchai, Jinlu, and Jindao made a plan behind his back, intending to seal him in the glacier at the end of the continent and deep in the snow field, and the four of them took turns guarding him.In this way, if the aura is frozen and he no longer uses his kung fu, he will be able to save his life.

But in Meng Heze's view, that is nothing more than lingering on one's last breath, life is worse than death.

The silver full moon is approaching, and the moonlight turns into a green vegetable field and a blue sky.

Is this the spring field of Qianqu?Thinking of this, Meng Heze suddenly felt his body lighten up, as if his spirit had come out of his body.

The scene in front of him changes rapidly like a revolving lantern, and the scene of Qianqu's labor intersects with the Xihai killing battlefield. He saw that he had finally achieved great evil, but lost his mind, and could only enter the battle to trap himself.

However, it is difficult to control the murder together.By the time his subordinates broke into the formation, he would have hacked himself into pieces...

After his death, a monk named Wei Zhenyu emerged, claiming to be the successor of Song Qianji, found his underground palace secret storehouse, and improved his kung fu secret book.

Who is Wei Zhenyu?It's a very familiar name, he seems to have heard it somewhere, he should know this person.

The more Meng Heze thought about it, the more he felt a headache. What is true and what is false?

Which is the past life and which is the present life?

It's Yefeiye, tonight and any evening, life and death.

The pain of the soul is burning like fire, and it is about to burst.He was involuntarily attracted by an icy lake and sank into it. At first glance, he saw a huge rock at the bottom of the lake emitting five colors of light, like a demon flower blooming in the water.

Just when his soul was getting lighter and weaker, and his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and was about to turn into boulder nourishment, there was a loud shout from the depths of his soul:

"Xiao Meng, come back!"

"return--"

The familiar voice tied Meng Heze's neck like an invisible rope, dragging him out of the deep cold lake.

"Senior Brother Song?!"

Meng Heze suddenly opened his eyes, but it was pitch black.He panted heavily, returning to land like a drowning man.

It turned out that Qian Qu was real, as were all his friends, family and seniors.

"Calm down, hold Yuan Shouyi, and come back slowly!" He heard Song Qianji's voice again, this time very close at hand.The other party seemed relieved and had regained his composure: "It's okay, it's okay."

Meng Heze gradually regained his vision, only to see night mist covering the lake, surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the full moon still hanging in the sky.

There is also Song Qianji standing in front of him, with a higher level of cultivation and a gentler and calmer temperament than in the illusion.

Meng Heze suddenly turned his back, unable to bear to look any further.

Song Qianji was taken aback, good boy, I have worked so hard to live and die, and you didn't even say hello when you came back.

After thinking about it, the other party has received too much information shock in a short period of time. It is not just an experience, but also the perception of practice and understanding of the world. It is normal to need time to recover.

The Huawei real person in the realm shouted: "The moon is over, time is running out, can you save the next one?"

Song Qianji gritted his teeth: "Help!"

But seeing Meng Heze turned around, tears streaming down his face: "Brother, are you injured?"

Song Qianji suddenly had a headache, and scolded: "A man doesn't flick his tears easily, why cry!"

Meng Heze's eyes were red with tears, a bit like Meng Zhengxian before his death.

Song Qianji's tone softened: "Okay, this three-living stone at the bottom of the lake is a rare treasure from heaven and earth. You have come out of the fantasy world, and you have practiced for one more life, and you will be considered a blessing in disguise."

Meng Heze thought of "the evil Buddha Meng Zhengxian", and his mood could not be described in complicated words.

As if being stripped naked, leading a parade through the streets of Qianqufang, Ji Chen beat gongs and drums all the way: "Fathers and folks, take a look, don't miss it when you pass by!"

Ji Chen, yes, Ji Chen is still standing beside him like a statue!

"Brother, how did you bring me back, let me go..." Before Meng Heze finished speaking, Song Qianji's face changed slightly, and he handed him a stack of amplifying symbols.

"Go back and contact Qianqu's disciples and take them out of the secret realm. Do everything possible to get all the monks in the secret realm to leave."

"But the time is not up, and the entrance and exit of the secret realm have not yet been opened."

"There is a secret passage in the underground palace leading to the Dead Sea." Song Qianji said, "I don't have time to explain too much. Go quickly."

Hearing his serious and hasty words, Meng Heze immediately memorized the route firmly, not daring to stay longer, but he felt sad and sad: "I will try my best, brother, please take care."

"Go." Song Qianji nodded.

The real person Huawei wailed in the realm: "I just said that the Sansheng Stone is unstable, and I'm afraid it has been tampered with. Didn't you hear? You don't want to leave quickly, but you still want to save people?"

Song Qianji sighed: "Yeah, I also feel baffled, and I'm not a good person."

……

After the dizziness passed, Song Qianji felt a gust of wind blowing, and some dampness and coolness touched his cheeks.

The spring rain is as fine as a cow's hair, wet the gray tiles, white walls and bluestone slabs.The long street is quiet and beautiful in the rain, but the atmosphere is weird.

Most of the shops on both sides are closed, and pedestrians are hurrying with their heads bowed under oil-paper umbrellas. No one is talking, laughing, or hawking.

Song Qianji took two steps and released his mind to investigate, and found that there was no other movement around except for the sound of slanting wind and rain and the occasional footsteps.

However, a street away, a restaurant was boiling, as if the bustle of the whole city had been concentrated.

He probed his own meridians carefully, there were not many hidden injuries on his body, and he was already in the initial stage of Nascent Soul, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It shouldn't be difficult this time. Although Ji Chen was crazy in his previous life, he wasn't as absurd as the evil Buddha. At least he didn't hold auctions." Song Qianji approached the bustling center after thinking about it, and when he raised his eyes, he saw three big characters: phoenix Xianlou.

Baifeng County is also known as "Fengxian County", and half of the county is the property and land of the Ji family.

Fengxian Tower is the tallest building in the county, and it is also run by the Ji family.

It was abnormally quiet outside, and it was also abnormally noisy here.

Song Qianji walked in, and no one in the lobby was distracted looking at him, as if all their energy was spent on drinking and having fun.

There was no waiter from the inn to greet him and ask him whether he should stay at the top or stay in the inn. Only a middle-aged Golden Core cultivator followed him quietly, and saluted him with fists cupped:

"Senior, are you here to find someone?"

"You recognize me?"

"Of course I can't see through your disguise. It's just my honor to know your sword. Song Qianji never dies in a hundred battles. He never drinks or gambles. What he does in a restaurant is of course to find someone." The monk said proudly, " You have no friends, so looking for someone can only kill someone, but do you need my help? The price is fair, and I am willing to help you."

Song Qianji asked, "Is Ji Chen here?"

The man pointed to the upstairs, and seeing that his face was not looking well, he left immediately knowingly.

Song Qianji heard him muttering behind his back: "Why is Song Qianji here? How expensive is he?"

There are more people on the second floor, the atmosphere is warm, and there are many beauties singing and plucking strings, traveling through the period.

Song Qianji saw the young man in the center of the crowd at a glance.

The boy said loudly: "Ten more altars of floating life wine!"

He is fighting with people for wine, drinking bowl after bowl in a desperate way.

The people around applauded and cheered loudly.

The wine was shimmering in light blue, and it was served in an ice jade bowl, giving off a slight air of coolness.

Song Qianji frowned, why is it wine again?

Hongchen Wine, Floating Life Wine.

Wine is good wine, but the world of mortals is vain, life is like a dream, and there is nothing to be happy about.

"Don't drink any more." Song Qianji left the crowd and pressed down Ji Chen's wine bowl.

Because of this action, the portraits of the crowd were hit by the immobilization talisman, and they fell silent instantly.

Ji Chen stepped on Dengyun silver boots, wearing a purple and gold robe and a high ponytail.

Just like a domineering young master from a wealthy family, he looks up at people with his nostrils:

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

On the contrary, Song Qianji was relieved. Seeing that the other party was neatly dressed, bright and bright, and accompanied by friends, he should not be so crazy that he could not be cured.

"I'm your friend too, I'm here to save you. I know you won't believe it, but..."

Ji Chen leaned back in his chair, this time looking straight at the person, and quickly interrupted him: "Of course I believe it! Why don't I believe it?"

He kept his youthful face, with a pure and harmless expression.

Song Qianji was pleasantly surprised, did Ji Chen still remember him?

Or because of madness, it is easier to believe in other people's good intentions?

He took out a soul-attracting talisman, slapped it on the forehead of the other party: "Come back!"

Ji Chen blinked blankly, without any response: "Where are you going?"

The crowd roared with laughter, and the wine was spilled all over the place.

Just know that things are not that simple.

Song Qianji tore off the talisman paper, resigned to his fate and sighed: "You believe in a ghost!"

Ji Chen also laughed with everyone, got up slowly, walked around the wine table and approached him, and said softly:

"Look at this building, this city, everyone wants to kill me. You dare to run away and claim to be my friend, isn't it just to die? Then why don't I believe it?"

He smiled innocently, but there was an evil spirit for no reason: "I have always been very tolerant of people who are looking for death."

The wine of the world of mortals is crimson, the more you drink it, the hotter it gets.The Fusheng wine was pale green, the more you drank it, the colder it became.

As soon as Ji Chen's words fell, the laughter and noise in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The atmosphere becomes as wacky as the street.

"So it's about this time." Song Qianji murmured, "No wonder."

Three days later, on the night of the Waking of Insects, it was time for Ji Chen to set up an array to kill the entire clan.

100 years after Ji Xing's death, Ji Chen returned to his hometown and told everyone that he was back.

He said that he would return to his hometown on the night of the Waking of Zhes and settle the old accounts of the year.

Then he went into the Fengxian Tower to drink openly, and let his enemies send people from all walks of life to negotiate and use all means to kill him, admiring their struggle, panic, despair and madness.

The masters invited by the Ji family entered Fengxian Tower one after another, waiting for an opportunity to activate.

As if Ji Chen didn't realize it, he called those people brothers and drank in big bowls.