salted fish soaring

Song Qianji fell extremely fast, and the wind howled in his ears.Subconsciously, he wanted to summon his natal flying sword to save people: "Come!"

Nothing happened, the screams of the boy who fell off the cliff remained the same.

It turns out that the most uncomfortable thing is not "exploding at the end of the road", but "rebirth from extreme joy and sorrow".

The current "Song Qianji" is an outer disciple of the Huawei Sect, with low cultivation and superficial morality.

The natal sword that is called to come and cross the world will not be released until 100 years later.

Song Qianji gritted his teeth, slammed on the cliff wall to use his strength, and rushed towards the boy who fell off the cliff like an arrow from the string.

With a stretch of his long arm, he grabbed a piece of the opponent's sleeve.Before the cloth broke, he grabbed the young man's wrist and almost at the same time took out the short dagger from his arms, and nailed it hard into the cliff.

The gravel splashed and flew past his face.

The fall stopped, and the screams stopped suddenly.The roots of the ears were finally quiet.

The young man was panting heavily, tightly clutching Song Qianji's right wrist.The clothes of the two are similar, the uniforms distributed by Huawei Sect for outer disciples are nothing more than coarse white robes and indigo waistbands.At this moment, the long sleeves were filled with the night wind, swaying in the air, like two hanged ghosts.

The weight of the two ghosts was all on Song Qianji's veins burst out, and he grabbed the dagger's left hand tightly.

The full moon is deserted, illuminating thousands of peaks, but not the bottomless abyss.

The cliff here is special, which naturally inhibits the movement of monks' aura, so it is a good place to kill people and throw their corpses.

Beasts roar like thunder in the mountains, and white mist rises from the bottom of the cliff.On the rock wall ten feet away, a lush old tree protrudes sideways.

Song Qianji shouted: "Hold on tight!"

The young man was anxious, his palms were wet and sweaty, and he choked up in nonsense: "I can't catch it anymore, I can't, father, mother, I'm sorry for you."

"See that tree? I'll count to three and swing you over."

Song Qianji lowered his head, and under the bleak moonlight, he faced a pale and bleeding face.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, his facial features are delicate and childish, and his eyes are full of despair.

He couldn't remember the other party's name for a while.This first stepping stone should be an unknown person, and since it has been a long time, the impression is naturally blurred.

"Song Qianji!" The other party called out his name first, his eyes were red, "I, Meng Heze, acted upright, never harmed anyone, and have no grievances or enmities with you. Why do you..."

Song Qianji began to count down: "Three, two." The thin aura in his body was exhausted by him, and he suddenly exerted force, "One!"

The boy named Meng Heze flew into the air, drawing an arc in the air: "Ah!"

The branches of the old tree shook violently, and the fallen leaves rustled.

Meng Heze lay on all fours on the branch, still in shock, broke down and shouted:

"You're sick! Throw it as soon as you say it, can you make me mentally prepared? What if you didn't throw it correctly, I almost died!"

Turning around, he saw Song Qianji's right arm hanging down unnaturally, twisting at a strange angle.

Already broken.

Song Qianji's brow was full of cold sweat, but his expression was calm, and he only pursed his lips slightly to endure the pain, obviously he had expected it.

Meng Heze was startled, and his anger dissipated a little: "Hey, are you okay?"

Tonight, with his life hanging by a thread, there were ups and downs, and his mind was shaken into a mess.

In order to save him, Song Qianji hurt himself without hesitation.

This is the right arm of the sword.

No one among the disciples of the outer sect knew that Song Qianji practiced swords diligently, through cold, summer, spring and autumn, rain or shine, and worked so hard to the point of insanity, just to pass the examination and enter the inner sect.

Tomorrow morning in the outer sect competition, but tonight with a broken arm and falling off the cliff, it is tantamount to self-destructing the future and the road to immortality.

If Song Qianji hadn't injured his right arm, he could have climbed up alone with the dagger.No, Song Qianji didn't have to jump off at all.

why?

Could it be that he likes me, and because he can't "live the same hair" with me, he begged to "die in the same hole", intending to kill me first, and then jump off the cliff to die in love, and then wake up after doing it, and sacrifice his life to save me?

But I don't break the sleeves.Meng Heze was in a complicated mood: "Brother Song, are you okay?"

If Song Qianji knew what the other party was thinking, he would definitely yell at him, the dog brains of teenage children have no business, they are all waste of love and love!

But he didn't bother to answer for now.It wasn't because of the pain, he had suffered all the pain in his previous life, so he didn't take this little injury seriously.

But aghast.

Just now, when his right arm was dislocated, he found that although the foundation of this body was extremely shallow, and he couldn't even use a light-weight technique, the brilliance of the purple mansion loomed, and it seemed to contain a powerful magic weapon.

A gurgling warm current seeped out from the Zifu, quietly nourishing the meridians in his right arm.This is still a healing weapon.

No, the 15-year-old Song Qianji has never even touched a real magic weapon.

He only has a low-level sword, which he bought from the deacon of the inner sect. It was made from the waste left over from his disciple's sword-making, and he has spent all his savings.

It is not a magic weapon, so naturally it cannot be refined, and it cannot be stored in the purple mansion in the body.After Song Qianji practiced his sword every day, he immediately wiped it carefully, hid the sword in a box, and usually only carried a short dagger for self-defense when he went out, and it was the one that was nailed into the rock at this moment.

The word "poor" kills people.If the sword is damaged, there is no money to repair it and recast it, what can be used for the external examination.

Song Qianji carefully perceived the Zifu, his spiritual sense was still weak, and he barely used the method of sitting and looking at himself, only to see a fuzzy white outline, resembling a vase.

It's a clean bottle!

The space artifact that he personally refined and used to hold the Immortal Spring can keep the spiritual energy from dispersing and the flowing water from rot.

Song Qianji trembled slightly, and he saw the multicolored light emitted from the clean bottle.

No one is more familiar with the contents of the bottle than he - the fountain of death.He narrowly escaped death to obtain it, attracting people all over the world to chase and scramble for the treasure of heaven and earth that contains infinite vitality.

It was supposed to die with him, but now it is still quietly floating in his purple mansion, glowing with soft brilliance.

In his last life until his death, Song Qianji did not discover that the Immortal Spring had a healing effect, or he did not try to explore other effects of the Immortal Spring at all.

People suspected that he wanted to take the treasure as his own. In fact, he acquiesced that it was a "public property", and he didn't even bring it into the Purple Mansion, but put it in a magic weapon in his portable space.

Song Qianji tried to take out the clean bottle, but his consciousness was in severe pain like being burned by a raging fire.The treasure has spiritual pressure, which is similar to the coercion on Da Neng.His current cultivation base is low, his spiritual consciousness is weak, and he cannot touch this level of magic weapon.

There are treasure mountains in the sky, which cannot be touched.

Song Qianji was not in a hurry, he just let out a long sigh with a lot of emotion.

Since the savior is ordained by the heavens, it is not my turn to worry about the fate of the human race.It's better to find a quiet and remote place in the mortal world. With the endless vitality of the Immortal Spring, any dead barren mountain can become a paradise.

The average lifespan of a mortal is fifty, but I take good care of myself and live to ninety, and the catastrophe will start in another 120 years.Before the natural disaster, the world is peaceful and the world is prosperous, and I still have many good days.

A new path emerges.There is no bloody killing on the road, only a fertile field, a flock of chickens and ducks, and a big house...

He was hanging in the air with the dagger in his hand, shaken by the cold wind in the mountains, looking embarrassed.

But the heart is extremely comfortable, as if a strong wind blows away the lumps in the chest, and only then does it really regain its new life.

Whoever loves to cultivate this immortal path will cultivate it.In this world, whoever loves to support whoever supports.

Leaving Huawei Mountain tonight, mixed into the mortal world to be a mortal, walking dogs and fighting cocks to farm fields, living a short life in style.

"Senior Brother Song, say something!" Meng Heze called out to him persistently.

"I'm fine." Song Qianji opened his eyes, in a good mood, "The terrain here is special, and the mountains and rivers are just like a 'dragon lock'. Your previous aura path is not working. I will pass on a new set of lightness to you." Please memorize the formulas carefully. Once you learn it, you can come and go freely."

"Why did you kill me and save me, and still teach me exercises?" Meng Heze's expression was tangled.

Song Qianji: "Calm your mind and keep your spirits in check."

Meng Heze didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he sat cross-legged on a branch, meditating upright.At the beginning, I was dubious, but the more I listened to it, the more frightened I became. Obviously, this is not a set of ordinary formulas.It is exquisite and profound, but easy to understand. I don't know where Song Qianji got it.

Outer sect disciples are called disciples, but their actual status in the sect is no different from that of handymen.Plant spirit fields, feed spirit beasts, dig spirit stone mines, serve inner disciples and deacons, in exchange for meager spirit stones, and purchase exercises for cultivation.The sect does not provide anything except the most basic food and clothing.

The cultivation techniques, spiritual stones, and treasures in the cultivation world are firmly controlled by various sects and aristocratic families, and they are divided up, and the bottom-level ascending channel is almost cut off.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to be a handyman in exchange for resources. Without you, there are countless mortals waiting for the opportunity to ascend to the fairyland.

Meng Heze had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Senior Brother Song must have gone through a lot of trouble to obtain this exquisite movement technique. The "killer trump card" he prepared for the outer sect assessment tomorrow morning is now being taught to him all.

"Write it all down?" Song Qianji frowned, dissatisfied that the other party was distracted.

"Exactly word for word, thank you brother for preaching."

Song Qianji's expression softened, he didn't expect this kid to have good aptitude, and he could forget it even if he was single-minded.

For the sake of thanking senior brother and being able to teach children, he decided to save people to the end:

"You find a place to sleep well, and don't see anyone. You don't show up until the assessment is over tomorrow morning."

Meng Heze was shocked: "You want me to miss the assessment? Your right arm is injured, and I am also absent. Isn't the quota for entering the inner sect given to Zhao for free? I am not reconciled, are you willing?"

Song Qianji thought about the experience of his previous life, and suddenly felt dizzy: "Zhao Jiheng is the family nephew of Deacon Zhao from the inner sect. Deacon Zhao has served Huawei Sect for 50 years, and it is easy to deal with a few disciples from the outer sect. This assessment is just a formality. , Zhao Jiheng has made a default decision, understand? Otherwise, why do you think the two of us don’t sleep at night and hang here to blow the air? Enjoy the shade?”

In his previous life, he was instigated by others to trade with Deacon Zhao, thinking that getting rid of Meng Heze would give him a chance to get started.

At the assessment meeting, the video of Song Qianji pushing people off the cliff was played repeatedly and the execution was publicly executed.

The crowd was excited, and he was reviled by everyone.The death penalty was established, and he received three hundred whips on the spot.

Zhao Jiheng was successfully selected, and also won the reputation of upholding justice for his classmates.As for Meng Heze who was pushed into the abyss, no one really cared about his life, let alone search the mountain to collect his body.

Song Qianji desperately escaped from prison, and has been a casual cultivator ever since.

Meng Heze is not stupid, he understands everything: "It's no wonder that Zhao Jiheng has such a relationship with Deacon Zhao. Deacon Zhao wants you to get rid of me. If you don't pretend to agree, he will use other means. So you just use your tricks and let me get rid of you." They thought we were dead, and we'll be safe after the assessment is over." He looked a little embarrassed, "Senior Brother Song had a good intention, I thought you treated me..."

Song Qianji was puzzled: "What did I do to you?"

"No, it's nothing!" Meng Heze changed the subject, "After this incident, I really got to know Senior Brother Song. Senior brother has a noble character and doesn't bother to join forces with villains. To save my life and pass on my exercises, I was the one who treated you in the past. What a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding!" Song Qianji hurriedly interrupted, "That's absolutely not the case! You can just treat it as if I owed you in my previous life!"

With Meng Heze's aptitude, if he fell off a cliff and survived in his previous life, he should have become one of the characters.

He cherished his talents for a while, and sincerely advised:

"The road is far away, don't care too much about the gains and losses of a moment and a place. What's the regret if you miss the mere outside examination? On the third day of next month, it will be the Dengwen Yahui held every ten years. This time, Lunhua Weizong will be the host. Outer disciples can also participate. You have to prepare early and recharge your batteries until then, so you don’t have to worry about not having a chance to make your mark.”

He has said what he should and can say, and it's time to feign death and get away, and go down the mountain to farm!

Song Qianji was full of ambition, and loosened his five fingers.

Meng Heze was moved when he heard it. Song Qianji shared such important news without reservation and pointed out his way out.He didn't even want to repay the favor, and said such nonsense as "just pretend that I owed you in my previous life".

He wanted to thank heaven and earth, thanks to the evil force Deacon Zhao, and thanked Xiu's second-generation senior brother Zhao for allowing him to make a real good friend in the outer door where the high and the low were pushed down.

"Okay, just wait for the Dengwen Conference, you and my brother will work together..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qianji suddenly smiled weakly, the short dagger in his left hand slipped off, and fell straight into the abyss.

The branches of the cliffs were slanted, and he broke seven or eight of them along the way, but the castration remained unabated.

"Senior Brother Song!" Meng Heze's smile froze instantly, and all his blood was gone.

The heart-piercing cry of the young man echoed in the abyss: "No—"

Song Qianji wished he could look up to the sky and laugh.

Goodbye little brat!

Goodbye Huaweizong!

And... damn, why did he dance with me? !

Can young people be a little more assertive and follow suit when jumping off a cliff? !