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Song Qianji sleeps peacefully all night, because he has no worries and no worries.

Such an intoxicating spring breeze and a bright moon shine on a spring night, but many people can't sleep.

Qingya Six Sages couldn't sleep.

Although they are exhausted, the bright and beautiful green clothes have lost their luster, and they are crumpled and stuck to their bodies, like dried green pickles.

Thinking of what happened during the day, I still have lingering fears.

"Judging from the tone of that kid named Song, he doesn't really know the senior supervisor?" The young man in green shirt said awkwardly, "Our understanding of him comes from the one-sided words of the deacon of Huawei Sect. What if he is... ..."

"It's just a bluff. If he is really of extraordinary background, how could he stay in the outer sect of Huawei Sect and become a young disciple!" Another Doulu Jinpao said.

"But he doesn't work, he doesn't practice, he closes his door and farms every day, and feels comfortable like an ancestor. How can there be such a foreign disciple!"

"The monster's grimace can't scare him, so let's forget it?"

"I can't forget it!" The miserable green boy slapped the table and stood up.

According to the original plan, Song Qianji was frightened and wounded He Qingqing.They "stand out" for their fellow apprentices, and they all sacrificed magic weapons to teach Song Qianji a lesson.

Not only vented, but also accounted for reason.Song Qianji acted first, but according to the rules during the meeting, he would be punished instead.

Therefore, before they went to Song Yuan, they had spread the news and hoped that as many people as possible would witness this scene, the better.

Apart from the outer disciples of Huawei Sect, there are indeed many people who saw and knew about this incident.

If you can't get back your position, you're afraid that you will be poked in the back and ridiculed in the future. How can you hold your head up among the second generation of the entire cultivation world?

When the matter got to this point, it had little to do with Miaoyan, and it became a personal grievance.

"About this person, I have asked Shutong to collect information in detail." The miserable green boy took out a stack of papers from his sleeve,

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and win every battle. It was only our negligence that allowed him to take the lead. In fact, Song is not terrible, but his weakness is obvious!"

They grabbed the paper, glanced at ten lines, and their eyes gradually lit up.

The miserable green boy said slowly:

"The vicious young man next to him, named Meng Heze, participated in the outer sect assessment. He played [-] rounds in a row, and he was invincible all over the outer sect. Song Qianji was injured and did not end. And since then, no one has I’ve seen Song Qianji practice, and he doesn’t practice sword anymore. He’s busy farming every day..."

"Cultivate all the way, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Song Qianji has a good talent and can guide other outer disciples, but he is a fake style that only talks without practicing. His combat power is not high at all!"

The atmosphere finally became active again.

"I saw that he has a lot of prestige in the outer sect, and I thought he was someone special, but I didn't expect that he could only hide behind others and rely on others to protect him!"

"The outer gate is Song Qianji's home court. Let's think of a way to distract Meng Heze and let him go out alone to a secluded place... Be careful not to leave any evidence, he can only swallow the loss."

Someone laughed and complained:

"It's really troublesome to work in other sects. Fortunately, there is no way out."

"By the way, there is one more thing." One person was a little worried,

"When I first came back, I was so angry that I smashed Junior Sister He's piano, and she ran away. Could it be to sue..."

The miserable green boy shook his folding fan and said disdainfully: "A person like Junior Sister He, even if you flatten and round her and lend her eighty courage, she wouldn't dare to sue her."

"That's right! Haha!"

They burst out laughing.

Zhao Yuping also couldn't sleep.

He was making tea for another man, with great trepidation.

Although the man was sitting upright drinking tea, he looked like a raging fire, ready to explode and kill at any moment.

Who would have thought that Zhao Taiji, one of the masters of Huawei Peak, condescended to come to the deacon's hall to drink tea this night.

In the dead of night, who doesn't want to meditate and practice, breathing out the aura of heaven and earth?

It was all Song Qianji's fault.

During the day, the two deacons who received Qingya's six people were sent by Zhao Yuping.

The news about Song Qianji that the six people could find was also secretly instructed by him.Fearing that they would have scruples, they even concealed Chen Hongzhu's part.

This is just the beginning.

Song Qianji was more difficult to deal with than they imagined.

A 15-year-old boy, so calm?

This kind of person is the most vengeful.It can never be good.

They had to do it at the risk of offending the man.

"You were the one who designed him the first time, and I was the one who used the sword against him in Qiankun Palace! So the person who has a grudge against him is not the real master, not the Huawei Sect, but our Zhao family in Tianbei County. Do you understand?" Zhao Taiji threw down the tea Zhan, said coldly.

"You can't take chances, and you can't let him be the second..." He moved his mouth slightly, and silently spit out three words:

"Xian, Jian, and Chen."

Even if they were not in the Qiankun Palace, no one would want to say that name lightly.

"When those six idiots have a plan, once they do it, they will be replaced by our people. Weeds must be eradicated!"

Zhao Yuping was always respectful and respectful, not as arrogant as usual.

Xian Jianchen was indeed terrifying, but the sky was high and the emperor was far away.As long as the killing with a borrowed knife is clever enough, even if Xian Jianchen regains his interest and wants to avenge the cheap apprentice who has a relationship with him once, he can only take revenge on others and has nothing to do with them.

"Fortunately, it's just that person." Zhao Taiji sighed suddenly.

This Song Qianji, if it is said that his life is bad, he cannot enter the inner sect for three years, but he unexpectedly met Xian Jianchen.

If it is said that his fate is good, and he can get advice from the sword god, but Xian Jianchen can see the head but not the end, and he is wandering around the world full of grievances, so he doesn't care about his apprentice.

"One fairy and one ghost, one saint and one god", if the sword god is replaced by any of the other three, they will not be able to move, dare not move, and can only resign themselves to fate.

Zhao Taiji changed the topic: "I have received accurate information. The book sages and chess ghosts all have the heart to pass down the orthodoxy, and they can't find successors. You must make proper arrangements for this boarding conference to create momentum for our descendants."

After finishing the plan of "destroying the enemy", it is natural to talk about the plan of "strengthening oneself".

Zhao Yuping was startled, thinking of the two famous geniuses in the direct line of the family, he hastily expressed his loyalty:

"I heard that Master Lin has studied formation and chess since he was a child, and no one in Tianbei County can beat him. Master Qi has devoted himself to seven years of calligraphy, painting and talisman, and he can almost write a talisman. This time, the Dengwen Conference is organized by Hua Weizong Dong, the young one has the convenience of being in the deacon hall, the right time, place and people are in harmony, it is God who wants to help my clan!"

"The two of them, as long as one of them has a strong eye and inherits the orthodoxy, it will determine the prosperity of the clan for the next 200 years!" Zhao Taiji's face softened a little.

Zhao Yuping hastily joked:

"The two young masters are both unborn geniuses. Maybe two flowers bloom, and good things come in pairs."

***

The buddy, Xiao Chai, carried the profiteer talisman in his pocket, like carrying a pack of dynamite, and walked towards the pool with his head buried.

The sky is bright and the air is clear, the willow leaves are green, and the sun is melting.

But the water in the pool was as black as ink, without reflecting a ray of sunlight.

In the spring breeze, an old man is sitting by the pool fishing, his fishing line is as stable as Mount Tai.

He was wearing a loose and comfortable white robe, which was as flawless as the color of his hair, making the pool water even darker and bottomless.

A middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi stood behind him.

Thirty feet away behind the monk in Qingyi, there are more than ten monks wearing Qingya Confucian shirts with their heads bowed.The coercion of the Nascent Soul Stage was restrained inside, not daring to reveal it at all.

There is not a single fish in the huge ink pool.

Fortunately, the old man just likes fishing and doesn't care if there are any fish caught.

Xiao Chai stood three feet away to salute, seeing the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi make a gesture, and then went forward.

"Sir, Mr. Dean."

The old man woke up like a dream, very kind and cordial: "Xiao Chai is here! What's new in the pawn shop?"

Xiao Chai bit the bullet and presented the profiteer's talisman: "There was a strange thing last night, Mr. Zheng got mad because of the person who wrote this talisman."

He talked about the cause and effect very carefully, without missing any details.

The old man half-closed his eyes, as if he was listening to a story.

After a while, Xiao Chai felt that the old man had fallen asleep, and hesitated whether to remind him, but heard the old man laughing and asking:

"Maybe, he already knows your identities. These two words were written for the old man. Did he say anything else?"

"He made a request, he said he wanted a..." Xiaochao paused, feeling confused, "Mountain top. Unless we give him a mountain top, he won't write talismans anymore."

The old man was startled, and suddenly laughed.The ink pool rippled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"The old man remembered a joke. It's better to have fun alone than to have fun with others. Come over and listen to it together."

Everyone laughed before listening.Xiao Kai laughed the loudest.

It is a great joy for the book sage to have the interest of telling jokes.

When the old man told jokes, it was as if he was reading a book, and his tone was not too fast or too slow:

"In order to test the beliefs of the local people, an immortal official pretended to be a mortal and asked a farmer: If you have a palace, would you be willing to donate it to the temple? The farmer said yes without hesitation. The immortal official asked again, if you have ten Are you willing to donate the Wanling Stone to the temple? The farmer also said yes.

"The fairy official thought with satisfaction, the local people are so devout to the temple, why should my luck not be prosperous? He finally asked, if you have a chicken, of course you would be willing to donate it to the temple ?

"Unexpectedly, the farmer yelled that he didn't want it. The fairy official was shocked and asked him why. The farmer said, you are stupid, because I really have a chicken!"

Although this is a well-known old joke, everyone still laughed out of face, as if hearing it for the first time.

The dean smiled and pondered.

The story is intended to satirize the ignorance of mortals in the territory, their insincerity in enshrining incense and incense in temples.

What does it have to do with that strange boy wanting a mountain top?

The old man put down his fishing rod and reached out to touch his sleeve.

His cuffs were very wide, and he fumbled for a long time, as if there were thousands of books inside, and he had to search one by one.

In the end, he only took out a small box.

The box is not big, square and square, like a little girl's rouge box.

But the poolside laughter stopped abruptly.Xiao Chai's face turned slightly pale.

Everyone stared at the box, as if it contained great power.Once it is opened and the contents inside are released, it will be earth-shattering and the jade mountain will collapse.

The space of the entire ink pool will distort and collapse, and the people by the pool will also be wiped out.

The old man said calmly: "Did you forget? I really have a mountain."

The dean was shocked and aphasic, thinking that it wasn't true.No matter how talented that young man is, he would not dare to be so arrogant and bold.

He can make this request to the Qin Immortal, to the Chess Ghost, to any strong man in the world.

Even the Sword God just laughed it off when he heard it, and took it all as a joke by the younger generation.

Only Shu Sheng is different.

Because he really has a chicken, no, a mountain.

The painting of Spring Mountain inside the box is his mustard space and also his most powerful supernatural power.

This mountain was opened by him.He also relied on it to settle down and live, and his power has shaken the world for two hundred years.

Now, a younger generation opened his mouth and asked him for the mountain.

"When I was 15 years old, I wrote a talisman for the first time. I was very crazy. I asked my master for this 'ink pool'. He gave it to me, not because I was able to control this place at that time, but because he thought, I will beat him one day."

After the old man finished these two sentences, he stood up, his back straightened suddenly, and in an instant, he seemed to return from the old man to the proud and willful boyhood,

"I want to see what that kid is capable of, dare to come and claim my mountain top!"