salted fish soaring

Huachun Mountain is originally a floating mountain on the sea.

The book sage made a breakthrough in retreat in the mountain, comprehended the law of space, refined the mountain, and condensed it in a tiny treasure box.

Every time the box is opened, towering mountains fly out of thin air and collide violently with the real space, causing large-scale collapse.

The mountain was overwhelmed, and ashes disappeared.The scene is brutal and domineering, without any Confucian demeanor.

Fortunately, such a scene has not appeared again for many years.

It's not because Shusheng grows older and becomes more benevolent and tolerant.Just because his powerful enemy is dead, no one is worthy of him to do it himself, and use such a terrifying method.

When you prove your strength, people will listen to what you say.

The sage of calligraphy gradually became the most reasonable and respectful Confucian in the world.He founded Qingya Academy, and then retired, passing the academy to the current dean.

And Huachun Mountain is quietly stored in the treasure box.Like a beauty who is forgotten after her youth has faded away, her skirts are faded and her dowry is covered in dust.

Qingya Academy is known as [-] green shirts. As long as the students are thick-skinned, they can call themselves "Scholar of Calligraphy", but no one can really inherit his mantle.

More than half of the students in the academy were born in a family of cultivators, many of whom were favored by heaven, but none of the juniors he was looking for.

If he couldn't do it well, he turned to a dark road, opening black shops, rice shops, pawnshops, rouge shops, etc. on four continents, doing shady businesses.

A year ago, he found Wei Ping at the rouge shop in Fenglin City.

Now I found another young man worth seeing at the pawnshop in Huawei City.

"Huawei City." The old man said with a smile, "This time, the Dengwen Conference seems to be held in Huawei Sect?"

"Exactly." The dean replied: "All the students from our academy have arrived at Huawei Sect. Earlier, Daoist Xuyun sent his disciples to send him an invitation letter written by him. Please judge the leader of the 'calligraphy and painting test'. But you think he can write well?" Ugly, let me go to the meeting for you." He turned his head to look at the people behind him, "Feiyun Building is ready, we are leaving today to meet the students of Huawei Sect."

"Really?" The old man recalled for a moment, wondering, "I think Xu Yun's handwriting is ugly?"

The crowd nodded like garlic.

"The old man has changed his mind!" The old man said calmly, "Let's go, let's all join in the fun."

He said to go, and he was about to set off immediately, like going out for a walk.

As for his sudden visit, Hua Weizong was unprepared, and how he will be in chaos is someone else's business.

A Feiyun tower rolled up the wind and went straight to the sky.All the way west, fly to Huaweizong.

The news that the book sage will visit the Dengwen Yahui in person spread across four continents within a day.

Talisman masters from all over the world are rushing day and night to gather at the foot of Huaweizong Mountain, hoping to meet the saint by chance.

In the past, when the scholar heard this, he would only find it troublesome and impatient, but now he couldn't help laughing:

The young junior who said he wanted me on the mountain must be very excited if he knew that the old man would come, right?

what is he doing now?

Hey, I'm probably also working hard to draw talismans without sleeping or eating, and preparing to attract the old man's attention.

Song Qianji sneezed.

He is holding a small carving knife and carving letters on the wooden sign, really working hard.

Next to many crops in the courtyard, there are already exquisite and small wooden signs inserted into the soil, and the exposed parts clearly read: eggplant, shallot, cabbage, wisteria, creeper...

Just like giving names to every little life under his personal care, he engraves each wooden sign carefully, stroke by stroke, like carvings on tofu.

It is a hundred times more serious than he was writing the talisman with a pen in the black shop last night.

In this way, even if someone "doesn't know beans" again, they won't put on their hats and call them the wrong names.

Potatoes are the first batch of vegetables he planted, and they have special significance. He put up signs for each potato seedling: soil one, soil two, soil three...

Potato flowers with lavender petals and bright yellow core tremble slightly in the wind, and the emerald green leaves rub against the small wooden sign under the feet, as if greeting.

"Senior Brother Song! New seeds arrived today!" Meng Heze broke into the door, dropped three or four bags of seeds, and rushed to the stove: "I'm going to cook noodles!"

Song Qianji gently blew away the sawdust on the tip of the knife: "You are about to break through. Your breath is not stable, and you must refrain from impatience for the past two days."

"Brother, did you see it?" Meng Heze was a little apprehensive, "Can I make a breakthrough?"

Song Qianji smiled: "Of course."

Meng Heze breathed a sigh of relief.It seemed that as long as the other party said a word, he would really no longer be nervous.

"Don't cook the noodles, I have something to go out."

Song Qianji had finished carving all the wooden plaques, put down the carving knife, and Meng Heze handed over a wet towel in time for him to wipe his hands: "Where are you going and what are you doing, I will do it for you."

"Yaoguang Lake, pack some mud and come back to plant lotus roots, I don't need you."

Not counting the two vegetable fields outside the courtyard gate, in Song Qianji's small courtyard, there are vegetables on the ground, hanging flowers on the shelves, and vines on the walls. Except for the necessary space such as stone tables and deck chairs, there is nowhere to grow in the sky and on the ground.

Fortunately, on the stone steps under the eaves in the courtyard, although there is no soil, there is an open space where two water tanks can be placed.

He got a new bag of lotus root seeds. The seeds are smooth and round, and they can germinate after two days of soaking. What a pity not to plant them!

Song Qian's hands were itchy and his heart was even more itchy, determined to add two cylinders of lotus under the eaves.

However, the ready-made soil in the yard cannot be used for planting lotus roots. It is best to use the silt from the bottom of the lake for many years.

Meng Heze handed over another dry towel and said with a smile, "How can you bother Senior Brother Song with some rough work? I opened the courtyard door and shouted, and immediately there were hundreds of disciples willing to help Senior Brother!"

"Nonsense." Song Qianji reprimanded softly, took a storage bag and went out.

The soil is also alive, he has to pick it himself.

Meng Heze followed behind him: "I'm not talking nonsense!"

He is indeed not talking nonsense, Huawei Sect's outer sect has changed.

The disciples leave after a day's work, and never waste time by doing more for a little reward.Asking Song Qianji to answer questions, the meal time must be staggered, no one wants to hear Senior Brother Meng chasing people away.

After Song Qianji, there is no need to look at the face of the elders of the teaching hall.Instead of fierce competition and fighting each other, they now prefer cooperation.

They are comfortable, and many people start to feel uncomfortable.

The deacon's hall was the first to feel uncomfortable, no one worked more, and the output of the Lingshi mine was in jeopardy.The inner disciples also felt uncomfortable.Originally, you only gave me a little sweetness, and some people rushed to run errands for you, but now the disciples of the outer sect have met the world from nowhere, so it is not easy to be fooled.

The elders in the library and the teaching hall are the most uncomfortable.

In the past, some people groveled and groveled, just to ask a few questions, but now no one is supporting them, and the psychological gap is unacceptable for a while.

These things were gathered together and piled up on Xu Yun's desk, turning into a question: Why did the outer disciples become so difficult to manage?

The outer sect may seem humble, but it has a large number of people, and it is the cornerstone to support a large sect.

The cornerstone will fall, so where is the building?

A peak master proposed to change a group of disciples, and drive all the disciples who became lazy down the mountain, so as to fundamentally eliminate the unhealthy trend.

However, now that the Dengwen Yahui is coming up, there is really no time to pursue it, let alone recruit new disciples.Xu Yun could only order everyone to be patient, to endure until the meeting is over.

Because the book sage is about to visit, Hua Weizong's original preparations are completely disrupted.

Although Xu Yun personally wrote the invitation to show his importance.But after he failed to break through to become a god, he didn't want to see those four strong men whose cultivation base crushed him.

If the book sage does not come, he is happy and at ease.If the book sage was coming, he could only admit defeat.

Huaweizong's palaces and pavilions are scattered all over the place, and there are countless.Three days before the opening of the conference, all the participating sects and aristocratic families have already moved in.

The students of Qingya Academy live in Songlin Pavilion, the environment is noble and elegant, and the disciples are very satisfied.

But when the book sage comes in person, he should live alone in the largest and most noble guest hall.

Now there lives the presiding master and disciples of Hongye Temple.The monks spoke compassionately and moved as soon as they said they wanted to.

Other sects have some complaints about making room for the monks of Hongye Temple.It was impossible for Yuan Qingshi and Chen Hongzhu to come forward, and it was also impossible for several peak masters to come forward. In the end, he came forward in person to arrange it properly.

Xu Yun wished that the Book Sage could live directly in the Qiankun Hall and move to the Passing Water Bridge outside the gate of the hall by himself.

Finally, the rehearsal of the ritual and music ceremony for the Shusheng was over.Xu Yun sat down, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

The real Qingwei, the master of Ziyun temple, came to visit unexpectedly.

Xu Yun's eyebrows twitched, he had a bad feeling.

Very familiar feeling.

The last time this premonition appeared was that young disciple from the outer sect, before the name of that person was revealed in the Qiankun Palace.

Daoist Qingwei is dressed in a purple Taoist robe, with a light whisk, he is happy and happy:

"The uncle just sent news! Good news!"

Xu Yun forced himself to calm down, stroked his beard and smiled: "Then congratulations to the old chess ghost, how is the old man?"

"Of course, my uncle suddenly felt yesterday that there might be an opportunity to recruit disciples in this meeting. He will come tomorrow, and said that there is no need to trouble, everything is easy."

"..."

Xu Yun doesn't want to live on the Zishui Bridge anymore, he wants to jump off the bridge.

"Hehe, I don't know which lucky junior can get the inheritance of the chess ghost. It is really destiny." He heard his slightly trembling voice.

***

The rays of the setting sun sprinkled on the surface of the lake, turning into dots of gold.

The lotus leaves on the lake are just blooming, but the climate has not yet matured.The stone pavilion in the center of the lake is independent and reflects in the water.

This place is a scene of Huawei Sect. At the moment, the lakeside is bustling with many young monks visiting and laughing like a wave.

They are male and female, from different sects, and their robes are different and colorful.

Song Qianji and Meng Heze walked through the crowd.

The two of them were wearing robes of outer disciples, like two gray ducks.

Suddenly I heard a laugh: "Huawei Sect is worthy of being a great sect, disciples from outside sects can come to swim in the lake!"