salted fish soaring

Huawei Mountain is full of peaks, dangerous outside and beautiful inside, with hanging springs, waterfalls, clear streams and lakes among them.

Among them, Yaoguang Lake is the most beautiful water lake.Such as a glass mirror embedded in a lush valley, with thousands of hectares of blue waves.

By the lakeside in spring, six young monks were wearing flowers and blowing willows, chatting and laughing slowly.

Their spring shirts are light and bright, and their accessories are gorgeous and extravagant, even exaggerated.

The water reflects the mountains, and also reflects their smiles.

Spring flowers are blooming, but their smiles are slightly tired.

When a person is in a good situation, all desires are satisfied, and he has no greater ambitions, and is bored, he will habitually show this kind of tiredness.

Those who are guests can be tired, but those who are entertainers must be full of energy.

The two deacons of Huawei Sect followed behind them, citing scriptures to comment on the scenery, interspersed with introducing the glorious history of the sect.

The two tried their best to talk, learn and sing, eloquently.

This group of wealthy young men are not in high spirits.

I thought, based on their identities, the eldest disciple Yuan Qingshi should welcome them in person.But Yuan Qingshi was too busy to be seen, and Chen Hongzhu also went to receive others, but Hua Weizong only sent two young deacons over.

But they were flattered and greeted warmly along the way, and the little dissatisfaction in their hearts had dissipated, so they responded with a few worthless polite words:

"Huawei Sect is worthy of being the great sect that dominates Tianxi Continent, with outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

"The Three Views of Huawei are indeed well-deserved."

A deacon said with a smile: "The two scenes of 'Cloud Sea Koi' and 'Mountain Top Star Terrace' are common in four seasons, and you have already seen it. The last scene, 'Yao Guang Han Ou', will not show its beauty until midsummer... "

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"When I was young, I accompanied my father to visit the real head of the sect. I once saw Yaoguang Lake ten miles away, with lotus leaves reaching the sky. It is really beautiful. But Yaoguang Lake has become an old scene. When I came, I heard that there is another place in Huawei Mountain recently. Xinjing'?"

The speaker was sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a dark green brocade robe and emerald beaded crown, his words were polite and polite, but his expression was haughty.

When the other young monks heard the word "Xinjing", their eyes lit up.

They need to wear new clothes, use new ritual instruments, renovate their fun tricks, and naturally enjoy the old scenery like others, otherwise they will be different.

The two deacons looked at each other, and one of them explained: "Actually, it's not Jing, it's a small courtyard in the dormitory of the outer gate of our sect, known as the 'Song Court of the Outer Gate'. There lived a famous person named Song Qianji in the courtyard. "

"I've seen a lot of celebrities! But I don't know what kind of celebrity they are, and they can be called new sights?" asked another young man in a pine-smoky green robe.

The deacon said: "His residence is full of people, and people visit him every day."

"Everything in the world is for profit, he must be very rich!"

The deacon shook his head: "No, he has no money. Besides, he doesn't accept tasks, doesn't do production, and relies entirely on other outer disciples to support him."

"The monks at the bottom are afraid of power, he must be very vicious!"

The deacon denied: "No, those disciples are willing."

The teenagers were amazed:

"It's indeed a strange person. Let's go and see it when we have time."

The deacon continued: "Not only that, he also had a relationship with Fairy Miaoyan at the main peak Passing Water Bridge. After he came back, he said that famous sentence."

The sound of exclamation and laughter stopped abruptly.

Recently, there is only one sentence about Miaoyan, which is very famous.

"Oh, who am I? So it's him!" A young man in a green robe asked coldly, "Does your sect not care about such an arrogant and ignorant outer disciple?"

The deacon said with a wry smile: "Although his words and deeds are insignificant, he has not violated the rules of the sect. The Discipline Hall has always followed the rules, how to convict him?"

When the atmosphere was cold, the miserable green boy who was the first to start the conversation said with a smile:

"That's right. There is no school rule that says 'You are not allowed to speak ill of Fairy Miaoyan', and we have to be reasonable when we come to Hua Weizong." He turned to the two deacons, politely but bluntly, "Our teacher Brother has some gossip to talk about, you two have worked hard today, so there is no need to send it away."

The deacon saluted and said goodbye. Before he died, he seemed to be worried and told them: "Your status is precious, why bother with that person with beautiful jade. If you violate the rules of the sect and break the rules of the Yahui, it is not worth it."

Those teenagers ignored it and discussed among themselves:

"That man is so courageous. We must teach him a lesson this time and let him know what not to say."

"Wait a minute, those who don't know are innocent. What if he really doesn't distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and doesn't intend to be disrespectful to fairies? We rashly trouble him, and the teacher is innocent."

"There are blind people in the world, but there are no discerning people who don't recognize beauty! I think he is trying to attract the fairies' attention."

"Huaweizong is the host, we are guests, and we have to make sense of doing things in other people's territory."

The miserable green boy suddenly said:

"Actually, I have a simple method to test whether a person really does not distinguish between beauty and ugliness."

"What way?"

"Go ask Junior Sister He."

As soon as the words "Junior Sister He" came out, everyone suddenly realized and smiled tacitly.

But that smile was malicious and weird.

The miserable green boy said: "When he sees Junior Sister He, he violated the rules first, we can do whatever we want!"

At present, the plan is to divide the troops into two groups.The three of them went to look for Junior Sister He, and the three of them went to Songyuan to fight in front of the station.

***

It was almost dusk.

There are many roads leading to Song Yuan, but one is the most conspicuous.

It was re-paved with bluestone slabs by the disciples of the outer sect, and various flowers were planted beside the road.

In spring, flowers attract butterflies and bees.

The three of them walked on this road, their minds in a trance, as if they had already stepped out of the Huawei Sect and entered the countryside of the mortal world, and they were about to visit a hermit.

The winding path leads to seclusion, and a vermilion lacquered wooden door is located in the deepest part of the flowers and trees.

Evening sunset.

The golden light shines through two rows of bamboo fences and three clusters of water-red impatiens.

There are five or six wooden slats inserted in the fence, green vines are climbing along the wooden slats, and the leaves are swaying in the evening wind, the green is dazzling and bright.

"What kind of spiritual plant is this?" A young man in a water green shirt wondered, "Could it be day and night grass?"

"The leaves of day and night grass are smaller, it looks like glass grass."

The more they talked, the more strange they became, and they started arguing.

A laugh suddenly sounded from the side: "Look, there are people who don't know Doujiao!"

Beans?What beans?Beans that mortals eat?

The faces of the three of them turned red in an instant, and they were holding the magic weapon tightly in their hands. They were about to explode when they turned around and saw a girl with a cute smile and a lively expression.

I can't vent my anger, and I'm even more depressed.

"Senior Sister Zhou, don't laugh. Look at their outfits, they are from other sects to participate in the meeting." Someone reminded them.

The trio did dress up in style.

Qingya Academy is full of great Confucian scholars, and also gathered a group of second-generation cultivators with mixed qualifications.

They don't wear last year's old clothes this year, but different colors and materials are popular every year.

Ugly but expensive.

This spring just so happens to be green.

Water green, light green, oily green, deep and shallow, very dazzling.

Zhou Xiaoyun inexplicably remembered the scallions grown in Song Qianji's vegetable field.

It turned out that these were three onions.She couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing again.

The three lost face and their faces were not good-looking.

The light green boy snorted coldly:

"Is there a fellow Daoist Song living here? His name is Song Qianji."

I saw the girl called Senior Sister Zhou pointing her finger: "There are words on it."

She didn't smile this time, but the expression on her face seemed to ask "Are you illiterate".

The three of them got closer, and sure enough, they saw a small wooden sign hanging by the door, with the word "Song Yuan" engraved squarely on it.

Immediately, anger was burning, and with enough momentum, he shouted: "Please meet Daoist Song!"

"Please, Fellow Daoist Song—"

With a sound of "squeak", the rich door suddenly opened.

A boy in a white apron appeared at the door.

"Is something wrong?" he asked coldly.

The young man had handsome features, but he stood upright in front of Zhumen with his arms folded, and he had the heroic aura of "one man guards the gate, and ten thousand men can't open it".

All three were stunned.

This heroic young man is Song Qianji?

Sure enough, he is arrogant and doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and you must not be overwhelmed by his momentum.

The leading green youth cupped his hands and said proudly: "The third of the six sages of Qingya, Zhan Denggao, Zeng Liangjun, and Cao Boxue, come to pay a visit to Song Daoyou."

Anyone who visited Song Yuan during the meal time would not be welcomed by Meng Heze.

The noodles are in the pot, the boiling water is gurgling white steam, and the picked vegetables are in the copper pot, not yet in the pot.

At this moment, Meng Heze saw that everyone had a face that lacked vinegar and salt.

"Why is Qingya salty? How salty is it?" He frowned, "I've never heard of it."

The three of them didn't expect him to be so arrogant.If it weren't for being a guest of another faction, there would be many scruples, such a lowly status and ordinary cultivation level disciple would have been beaten by the school boy beside them.

"Shuzi is rude!"

Hearing this, Meng Heze's eyes became colder, he untied his apron with one hand, and approached.

"Xiao Meng."

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, a voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

Low back, light, somewhat vague.

When the young man blocking the door heard the call, he put away his sharp edge and turned back to the courtyard: "Senior Brother Song, are you awake? The noodles are about to come out of the pan."

His smile is bright and warm, like a different person.

The boy left the door, and the three of them saw the scene in the courtyard.

What a pleasant red and fast green, full of spring.

Under the wisteria trellise, there is a deck chair and a stone table.

The speaker's body was covered with fine purple petals, and he stood up, dusting his robe with his sleeve.

Obviously, he had been lying under the flower stand and taking a nap just now.

It turned out that this was Song Qianji.

It is true that he has a good appearance, but with that imposing young man first, this person looks lazy, gentle, and nothing special.