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"Senior Brother Song, don't be afraid." Meng Heze was as light and nimble as a swallow flying water, and his body was like an ape's without touching the ground. He pulled Song Qianji over and carried him on his back, "I'll save you this time!"

Before, I looked at the steep cliff with nowhere to stay, but now I look at it like walking on flat ground.

Meng Heze didn't expect that at the moment of extreme crisis, his potential would burst out, and he would use the lightness technique Song Qianji had just taught him.

The darker the night, the stronger the wind, and the roar of insects and beasts.

In the second half of the night, clouds surged, covering the bright moon.

Lin Haitao burst out.There was a muffled thunder, and the night wind blew cold rain.

In the drizzle, a black shadow carried another person on its back, and between the ups and downs, gravel fell and dust burst.

Song Qianji went from shocked to speechless.

Careless.

This is a good boy who has not been beaten by the cultivation world, and he has a surprisingly strong sense of moral responsibility.

In addition to swordsmanship and weapon refining in his previous life, Song Qianji's ability to escape and heal himself was also top-notch.But now he can't use healing skills, so he can only give it to the Immortal Spring in Zifu to slowly repair the wound, otherwise the recovery speed will be too fast, which will arouse Meng Heze's suspicion. If Hua Weizong knows about it, troubles will arise.

Since Song Qianji didn't intend to kill anyone, he couldn't reveal his flaws.

The matter of going down the mountain to farm the land can only be discussed in the long term...

"There must be Deacon Zhao's people guarding the cliff now, go down." Song Qianji said, "Follow the direction I pointed."

"Good!" Meng Heze was completely convinced.

It was raining lightly at night, and the mountain walls were wet and slippery, but Meng Heze's footsteps were steady.

Braving the drizzle, he drilled into the cave with Song Qianji on his back, took out a fire talisman, and illuminated his surroundings.

The cave is full of dust and cobwebs, but there are broken bones and hay residues, which should be the old abandoned nests of wild animals in the mountains.

Meng Heze diligently lit the bonfire, cleared a clean space, and piled up a soft haystack for Song Qianji to rest on.

As soon as he settled down, he slapped his forehead: "Oops. You forgot your dagger, I'll go back and get it!"

Song Qianji leaned lazily on the haystack, and waved his hand: "No need. The blade has already been rolled, and it will be useless when you take it out."

"I'll find a refiner to fix it for you!"

Song Qianji wondered, "Do you have Lingshi?"

"I, I..." Meng Heze hesitated, frustrated and embarrassed.

Song Qianji laughed loudly: "Isn't it just that I have no money, it's not shabby!"

The disciples of the outer sect had one or two weapons inlaid with runes, which could barely be called "dharma weapons", and they were already rare and precious assets.Meng Heze thought, Senior Brother Song had also injured his right arm this night, and his self-defense dagger was also useless.It's too awful.

He gritted his teeth, took out something from his arms, stuffed it into Song Qianji's hand, and said solemnly, "Senior Brother Song, this is for you. Wear it, it will be good for your injury."

Starting with a smooth and delicate hand, Song Qianji looked down.

Here is a string of red spirit jade bracelets, with white tassels around the ring.The eighteen beads are crystal clear and moist, and under the light of the fire, they are dark red, and there seems to be blood flowing inside the beads.

The two in the middle are engraved with two ancient characters respectively.

Song Qianji read: "Fight, first?"

"My name is 'Zhengxian'. When I was not practicing in Huawei Sect, I lived in Qinglu County, Tiannanzhou. My family called me Meng Zhengxian."

Meng Heze showed an embarrassed and shy smile, and said to Song Qianji, "When I was young, I met a Buddhist monk who told me that I had the roots of wisdom to practice. This string of spiritual jade beads was given by the master. Go to Tianmen Temple to find him. But what's the point of being a monk? I'd better sneak off to Huaweizong to seek immortality."

Song Qianji stared at the beads in a daze: "Tiannanzhou, Qinglu County, surnamed Meng, character is the first, and he is a monk..."

Very familiar objects, very familiar names and origins.

He couldn't help sitting up straight, and looked at Meng Heze again. The boy's stature has not yet grown, but his back is as straight as a pine.His facial features are delicate and clean, his eyes are firm, and there is still a little childishness between his brows.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared, but an inexplicable chill rushed to Song Qianji's back, and the face of the upright boy overlapped with another strange face.

He was startled, and blurted out: "You are an evil Buddha!"

Meng Heze looked down: "What are my shoes?"

Song Qianji still couldn't believe it, and muttered to himself: "You are Meng Zhengxian."

Meng Heze is Meng Zhengxian.The first stepping stone that I pushed off the cliff in my previous life was the number one devil in the cultivation world 70 years later, the master of evil ways, Huanxi Chanmeng Zhengxian.

Song Qianji wanted to curse at the sky.

Good God, you thief, I thought you had found your conscience when you returned the fountain of immortality to me?

It turned out that I held back my big move and was waiting for me here!

"My father and mother picked up the characters. It's been a long time since I went home to see them. When I enter the inner sect, I will return to my hometown with good clothes." Meng Heze blushed.

Song Qianji: "You still have parents? How old are you this year?"

"I'm fourteen." Meng Heze smiled happily: "Senior Brother Song, you are so funny. I didn't just jump out of a rock, who is born without parents?"

No, I'm not kidding.Song Qianji thought that it was rumored that Meng Zhengxian saw his whole family slaughtered with his own eyes when he was 16, and then he went mad and fell into evil ways.

There are still two years left, and you still have both parents.

The exercise you practiced in your previous life was called "Happy Zen", but you never looked happy.

Killing people at the slightest disagreement, deep and cold and unable to laugh, as if everyone owes you 1000 million spirit stones, and it still hasn't been paid back in 100 years.

Against the background of the evil cultivator Meng Zhengxian who has no bottom line, the casual cultivator Song Qianji appears to be of high moral character.

In terms of death, he was worse than Song Qianji.Although Song Qianji blew himself up in pain, at least he was clean and tidy, but Meng Zhengxian died after being hacked to death.

The inheritance left behind after death was discovered by the protagonist Wei Zhenyu.The savior took away the legacy of the magic weapon, but did not cultivate the evil kung fu that was blindly seeking to be quick, but improved the kung fu to remove the chaff and keep the essence, making it a real magical kung fu.

Song Qianji sighed in his heart that "they are also tool people from the end of the world".

He nodded: "You're right. I lost my composure."

No one is born without parents, and no one is born with a demon.In this life, Meng Zhengxian was still called Meng Heze. He was not pushed off the cliff, nor was he destroyed.

The malice of fate hides signs, and all disasters have not yet happened.

Seeing his complicated expression, Meng Heze thought for a while, and sincerely apologized: "Senior Brother Song, I'm sorry. I forgot that you are an orphan. I hurt people with my words, which is not what a gentleman would do."

"Hehe." Song Qianji pulled out a smile, "It's okay."

The lord of the evil way told him bullshit "the way of a gentleman", this world is too magical.

****

When Song Qianji and Meng Heze went into the cave to hide from the rain, Deacon Zhao lit the glazed lamp and sat by the window to make tea.

Whether it is a mortal enemy or a friend, if you are in Huawei Sect, you must have heard the same spring rain.

At the beginning of the night rain, it was pattering and pattering in the forest, making a very fine rustling sound like hungry silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.

After a while, the rain became heavier, streams and rivers swelled, and waterfalls roared.The heavy rain hits thousands of eaves and thousands of tiles, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, like a musician hitting a fou.

Deacon Zhao was making tea while listening to the rain.

The window was half open, and the night rain accompanied by a cool breeze poured in, blowing the wick of the boiling water stove to shake.

Looking through a pearl-like rain curtain, the black silhouettes of the Huaweizong mountains melted into the rain curtain, appearing higher and silent.

The deacon's hall is located halfway up the mountain, and Deacon Zhao has a five-story building to himself.This is the only decency in the entire deacon hall.

He sat by the window and lowered his head, overlooking the clusters of low houses in the valley.

It was the residence of the disciples of the outer sect. The gray tiles and white walls were exposed to the wind and rain, and the lights in the small windows were dim and scattered.

All of a sudden, two or three white cranes rose up with fluttering wings, flying in the rain with the same graceful posture.

These mounts are not supernatural beings, they are raised and cared for by special personnel on weekdays, they eat vermilion fruits and drink from spiritual springs, they live more humanly than outer disciples.

The crane soared straight up and disappeared among the palaces and palaces on the top of the mountain.

That is the residence of the owner of the mount, the disciples of the inner sect, and the elders. It is far above the dark rain clouds, bathed in the stars and moonlight, like a fairy palace in a fairyland, unattainable.

High and low are always relative.

Deacon Zhao joined the Weizong of China when he was young, and the seniors in the family only warned him one sentence - "Recognize your own position".

He firmly believed in this truth.

He was born in Zhao's family in Tianbeizhou and Qing'an County, although it was only a side branch.

He practiced in Huawei Sect, and received spirit stones and elixirs every month, although he was only a deacon who managed the chores of the outer sect and served the inner sect.

But relying on these two points, he is more than enough to beat countless miscellaneous fish at the bottom of the mortal world and the cultivation world.

A stone fell from the mountain and fell on his head. It was a high mountain.

He blew a breath and hit the disciples of the outer sect, causing a violent storm.

"Deacon Zhao."

A young deacon came in, stood five paces away, and called him softly.

Zhao Yuping lowered his eyes to look at the tea soup: "Tell me."

"The villain followed Song Qianji and Meng Heze to Duanshanya, and as expected, the physical evidence has been taken."

The man took out a piece of white jade with both hands, and presented it respectfully.

Zhao Yuping spat out another word: "Let go."

The ring-shaped jade disc lights up, and the beam of light is projected into the air, condensing into a shadow, and the faces of Song Qianji and Meng Heze can be vaguely recognized.

Zhao Yuping raised his eyelids and took a look: "Take it."

The young deacon is carrying a picture jade in his pocket, like hiding ten thousand gold.It's rare to come into contact with such a precious magic weapon, but it's a pity that it can only be used this time.

He smiled obsequiously: "After Song Qianji pushed Meng Heze down, he also cursed a word, which should be a dirty word. I didn't dare to record it, for fear of dirtying your ears."

Zhao Yuping leaned back, smiled with satisfaction, and finally stopped speaking single words: "Oh, he regretted it. What's the use of regretting? As long as he takes the wrong first step, he will be forever lost."

The young deacon hurriedly cupped his hands: "You are wise. He jumped down with Meng Heze, and it is indeed beyond redemption!"

"Oh, he followed... what?!" Zhao Yuping stood up abruptly, his expression changed suddenly, "What did you say?!"

The tea set was overturned, the pure white sleeves were stained by the tea soup, and the precious glass shattered all over the place.