salted fish soaring

It is famous all over the world for climbing high mountains.There are 36 counties on four continents, overseas islands, and the younger generation of participating monks, who doesn't come here for fame.

However, the conference has not yet officially started, and one person is already famous enough before he ascends to the top to win the championship.

He has no power and wealth, but has thousands of loyal disciples.

He has seen Miaoyan with his own eyes, but he dismisses Qingguo's beauty.

He didn't move a single weapon, but caused the six sages of Qingya to flee in panic.

Tonight in Yaoguang Lake, he is alone in the siege, not full of treasures, only picking flowers on the sideburns.

Seriously, meeting is worse than being famous!

Everyone felt inexplicable, staring at Song Qianji closely, as if they wanted to cut him open from the inside out to see clearly.

Some people are envious of Huawei Sect for having such a genius who can fight for the sect's face at critical moments; they are also glad that their sect does not have such troubles that disturb the peace of the outer sect.

Someone thought that Song Qianji hadn't become a teacher yet, and it was said that he had some old grievances with the deacon hall of Huawei Sect, so he could naturally switch to another sect at the Dengwen Yahui, so he wanted to recruit talents for the sect.Although it is troublesome to put it in the outer sect, this kind of talent should be directly recruited into the inner sect and recruited as a personal pass.

The way of thinking of the direct disciples is completely different from that of the outer disciples. They usually take advantage of the benefits of the sect. The stronger the sect, the more cultivation resources they can get, so they think about everything for the sect.

As for those monks from aristocratic families who were related to the six sages of Qingya, shocked by Song Qianji's agility and demeanor just now, they stopped looking for trouble for a while.

Thinking that those six people were just under the protection of their ancestors, but in fact they were idiots, they were neither direct relatives, nor had a life-long friendship with them, there was no need to stand up for those six people, it was better to keep silent and pretend not to know.

Chen Hongzhu didn't have so many thoughts, he just felt that it was very unfortunate that the two of the Zhao family came.

Today was full of twists and turns, but in the end Huaweizong won. If he didn't fall into the prestige of the host, he would be able to end it smoothly. But at this moment, Song Qianji was called out for his identity.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glared at Zhao Jiheng.

Song Qianji heard Zhao Jiheng's voice, turned around and smiled: "What a coincidence."

The reclining chair in his yard was given by Zhao Jiheng. It is equipped with cushions and placed under the flower stand. It is very comfortable to lean on it like being trapped in a cloud.

He thought of the couch and laughed.

Zhao Jiheng was irritated by this smile: "Only you and Meng Heze?"

Song Qianji nodded.

Zhao Jiheng was overjoyed.

If it wasn't for his uncle's stern warning not to provoke Song again, how could he have endured until today.

He looked around, in front of him was his half-step golden elixir cousin, and around him were many children from aristocratic families who had good friends with the Zhao family.

But Song Qianji lost the entire outer door to help out, and only took Meng Heze alone, and was trapped in a tight siege, which is no different from a lamb breaking into a pack of wolves.

Is God going to help me?Can I trample on Song's foot tonight?

When he thought of this, he became extremely excited and his eyes lit up.

Suddenly Zhao Yu said: "What's wrong with Fairy Feng? Why are you crying?"

Although he didn't know the reason, this sentence can not only express pity for the sweet and cherish the jade, but also draw all eyes away from Song Qian's fuselage.

Zhao Jiheng climbed along the pole, and hurriedly said: "Fairy Feng, but these two boys from the outer sect offended you? Don't worry, we two brothers are here, we will not let him go!"

Everyone did turn their eyes to look at them, but their expressions were very strange.

Zhao Wei had a bad premonition, so he hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Zhao Jiheng, motioning him to shut up.

Feng Ziyi realized that she was crying, wiped her face indiscriminately, and glared at Zhao Jiheng.

However, seeing Song Qianji's face was gentle, without the slightest hint of contempt or contempt at her jokes, and his face softened a lot, he only said to Song Qianji:

"I didn't hear what you just said."

"Ask fellow Taoists, where and how to cultivate this flower?"

Song Qianji saw her tear-stained face, although he didn't understand, he still said: "If there is any offense, I apologize to my fellow Taoist, and please give me your advice."

Feng Ziyi was surprised.

Just now this person is invincible, like taking the head of an enemy in a thousand armies, now holding a flower in his hand, speaking softly with her, he is extremely well-behaved and polite.

Her tone couldn't help softening: "My Dayan Sect has a spiritual spring. The flowers and trees dipped in the spring are full of vitality, and the birds and beasts drink from the spring, which can understand human nature. These clusters of Qiongyu flowers grow beside the spiritual spring, and they are blessed by it day and night. They are naturally extraordinary. It’s just that in recent years, the spiritual energy has gradually withered, and monks drinking spring water have no healing effect..."

"Senior Sister!" The fellow from behind interrupted her.

Feng Ziyi shut her mouth.

The fellow sect leader let out a sigh of relief, afraid that if she continued speaking, she would shake her family out.

When Song Qianji heard "Lingquan", his heart moved slightly.

The Immortal Spring is in his purple mansion, nourishing the spiritual veins of his whole body day and night.

But how powerful is the spiritual pressure of the heaven and earth treasure, and he can't touch it for the time being.Wouldn't it be nice if you could take out a few drops and let the grass and trees he planted touch it?

Why don't I create my own kung fu method, which integrates breathing and breathing into natural breathing, so that whether I eat or sleep, or plant the fields and water flowers, I can improve my cultivation while breathing.Once the cultivation base is reached, one can touch the Immortal Spring.

This idea is really unimaginable. If Song Qianji in his previous life heard it, he would curse wishful thinking and daydreaming. How can cultivation be so easy?

But now his intuition is feasible, as long as he thinks carefully.

Seeing his joy from the bottom of his heart, Feng Ziyi thought to himself that I only answered him one sentence, is he so happy?

No matter how dull Zhao Jiheng was, he figured out something was wrong at this moment.Although there were many people in Shuixieli, none of them targeted Song Qianji.

Holding a scroll full of paintings, he looked at his cousin.

Zhao Kui's face turned ashen.

Feng Ziyi knocked on the jade case: "I put this Shark King Bead on the table, and I didn't want to take it back, otherwise if it spreads out, you know that you don't want it, and those who don't know, you think my Feng Ziyi's words don't count! Take it away, it can be regarded as an apology for the violation of the rules by the disciples I sent on the lake to use the magic weapon indiscriminately."

Zhao Jiheng couldn't believe it, so he collapsed.You two didn't fight, and you even apologized to each other?

He stared wide-eyed, but he saw people from other sects expressed their opinions one after another, asking Song Qianji and Meng Heze to accept the magic weapon.

The world is crazy!

"I'll wait until I'm convinced, and I will naturally fulfill my promise."

"Since you have spoken first, our faction will never go back on your word."

"I hope the two fellow daoists will save face, regardless of previous suspicions!"

Some people want to show their favor to Song and Meng, and win them over to join their own sect, while some people don't want to appear narrow-minded and stingy, and they are not as good as Dayanzong.

Senior Brother Song looked at Meng Heze's expression and said with a smile, "Go and collect it."

Meng Heze was overjoyed, forced himself to be calm, took out storage bags and packed them one by one.

Song Qianji thanked him, said goodbye, and took Meng Heze away.

Chen Hongzhu asked: "Did everyone enjoy themselves tonight?"

Everyone looked at the backs of Song and Meng going away, saying that they had a lot of fun.

Feng Ziyi touched his empty temples and stood up: "I'm tired, let's go back."

After a while, the people in the waterside pavilion went to the empty building.

I can only see the bright moon in the center of the lake shattered, and willow silk flying by the lake.

Zhao Kui held the folding fan tightly and said with difficulty: "Let's go."

Zhao Jiheng turned pale with shock: "Then let's send these paintings next time?"

Didn't the cousin put all his heart and effort into it, and worked hard, just to show the scrolls in front of everyone tonight, to win the reputation of being a good painting beauty, so as to stand out from the crowd?

Zhao Kui's face was gloomy, and he gave him a cold look: "Take it and burn it!"

"Ah?" Zhao Jiheng hesitated.

Zhao Kui looked at the lake from a distance, and the two figures from the back had already melted into the night and the distant mountains, making it hard to see clearly.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Don't ask any more questions, this plan is useless, I have to try calligraphy and painting and then come up with a strange trick!"

***

Meng Heze walked on the mountain path.

He felt that his feet were not hard stone steps, but clouds, on which he was floating.

There is nothing better than getting rich overnight.

It was only after he reached the dormitory area of ​​the outer door that he regained his sanity: "Senior Brother Song, you are really good, we are rich!"

Song Qianji wondered: "What am I here for? It's for you."

"give me?"

Song Qianji nodded: "Aren't you angry now?"

Meng Heze was startled, and suddenly felt ashamed.

It turned out that Brother Song asked me to accept the treasure because I was about to break through and couldn't get angry.Why do I always let my senior brother worry about me.

He shook his head again and again: "No, whatever the senior brother wins, give it to the senior brother!"

"When did you see me using magic tools?" Song Qianji said with a smile: "These magic tools have passed the Ming Road today. You will worship a good master in the future. If you don't do casual practice, you won't be afraid of other people's ideas. When you become a party Da Neng, you can accept what others are willing to give you. You can’t rely on your cultivation to take away what others don’t give you. Otherwise, even if you take advantage of it for a while, you will always pay the price, and it will be difficult to achieve a positive result..."

He suddenly stopped talking.In this life, Meng Heze will not be able to become an evil Buddha, and his conduct is upright, so why should he teach the lesson of blood and tears.

Just because he thought that the two of them would be separated sooner or later, he couldn't help but say a few more words.

Before leaving, remind Meng Heze of the catastrophe of destroying his family two years later, so it would be considered as the utmost benevolence.

In the previous life, I pushed you off the cliff, but in this life, I finally did not harm you.

Meng Heze thought to himself, if I can't worship the same master as Senior Brother Song, I would rather not go.

Otherwise, who will serve the senior brother tea, water, soup and noodles.

Song Qianji thought of the painting scroll in Zhao Jiheng's arms.

There are too many people who paint and write recently. "Huawei paper is expensive" he also heard a little bit, because the book sage will come to Huawei sect, and the world's talisman cultivators will gather in Huawei city.

There was no such thing in the previous life.Could it be that after he was reborn, Wei Zhenyu also appeared ahead of schedule, so the book sage came to recruit his disciples?

Wei Zhenyu kept his name incognito in the early days.Like tonight's water pavilion, where people gather to have fun and make friends, he must not be in it.

Song Qianji looked at the sky, and there was a bright moon.

A river of stars spanned half of the night, and each star shone with broken light, falling into the other side of the mountain.

But I don't know which star is the young savior, and where should this night be?

Thinking about it, Song Yuan was approaching, and the peach blossoms outside Zhumen had withered, and the ground was full of residual red.

Impatiens and bean seedlings are bathed in the clear moonlight, swaying in the wind.

Song Qianji was overjoyed, and immediately forgot all the mundane matters.