salted fish soaring

Meng Heze couldn't find anyone, so he was surrounded by a group of outer disciples, who surrounded him as if celebrating a hero's victory, and walked towards the lottery.

Along the way, disciples continued to join them, forming a rather large team.Almost the entire Outer Gate came to cheer him on.

In some arenas, the winner of the fourth round has not yet been determined, and the draw has not yet begun.

While waiting, Meng Heze appeared calm and unrestrained, secretly pricking up his ears, listening to others talking about him with relish:

"People can build foundations in the outer sect, where did they learn the exercises, and how did they practice?"

"This round is already narrowly won, I wonder if he can win the next round?"

Occasionally, he was not angry when he heard a few disharmonious and sour voices, "This person is just the watchdog of the Song Academy" and "Song Qianji's lackey", thinking that not everyone can be a dog's leg.

Even if you want to be, if you don't know how to care for flowers and plants and cook with a fire, it's almost a waste, Senior Brother Song is still not willing to take it.

It was getting late, and the mountain breeze added to the coolness.

Play the last round again, and the game will be suspended today.The loser goes home to recuperate, washes and sleeps, and the winner continues the game tomorrow.

The arena in the square has been reduced to ten, and the cultivators watching the battle are more concentrated, and they gamble even bigger behind the scenes.

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng failed to find Song Qianji, so they could only continue to buy Meng Hezeying, and the latter's address was changed from "Meng Junior Brother" to "Meng Brother".

"Ding San, Lu Wu, Bing Fourteen, Tianzi Ertai is waiting." The deacon said loudly.

The disciples of the outer sect didn't know who their opponent was, but someone shouted: "Brother Meng must win!"

The young man held his low-level sword in his arms, raised countless gazes and expectations on his shoulders, and passed through the turbulent crowds and mountains and tsunami.

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"Report! Song Qianji has gone downstairs and has already left the building!"

"Report! He went down the mountain and returned to the outer gate alone!"

"Guys are in their positions, step on the spot and show up."

"Treasurer Hua is going to attack him!"

The "Flower Appreciation Fair" didn't yield much, which made Song Qianji slightly disappointed.

But he was still in a good mood. Walking on the mountain road in spring, his eyes were full of spring.

Looking at the mountains, the flowers, the waves of the water, and the weeds on the roadside are all lovely.

At this time, when a few people blocked the road and argued, it was particularly dazzling.

Four or five fat and strong men with fierce expressions were laughing around a weak female cultivator in white.

Except that the female cultivator was not masked, her attire, body shape and temperament were very similar to He Qingqing.

"I invite you to play for your face, don't be ignorant of flattery!"

"Your family still owes us money, have you forgotten?"

The female cultivator backed away after hearing the words, her face frightened: "This is the Huawei Sect, it is the Dengwen Conference, and the sky is bright and the sky is bright..."

In addition to the weak willow Fufeng's figure, she also has a pure and pitiful face like a lotus emerging from water.

The bullies roared with laughter.

"How can there be broad daylight, it will be dark today!"

Someone pushed her on the shoulder, and she screamed, staggered and fell out.

At this time, an ordinary Song Qianji happened to pass by.

Walking leisurely, not walking fast.

The female nun's skirt fluttered like a butterfly with broken wings, about to fall into the arms of the passing monk.

She raised her head, her bright eyes were filled with crystal tears, and her curled eyelashes were wet, they were charming and charming.

In this situation, who would not feel pity?

Song Qianji glanced at it and made a wrong step.

"Snapped"!

The female cultivator brushed past him with her raised white gauze sleeves.

The "Broken Wing Butterfly" fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust flew up, like a pancake spread in a pan.

She forgot to control her expression, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Song Qianji escaped?What agility did he practice?

However, like avoiding a big tree blocking the way, the man continued to walk forward, still walking unhappily.

The "bullies" also looked shocked.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, don't you see a fairy here?!"

Seeing this, the young monk walking across from him reprimanded Song Qianji for his lack of compassion and willingness to help each other. He took two quick steps and extended a helping hand to the troubled female cultivator. He said with a soft smile, "Fairy, don't be afraid!"

Song Qianji turned a deaf ear and didn't look back.

The scene was suddenly very embarrassing.

Who are you?Where are you from?

The female cultivator's expression changed, she pretended not to see the helping hand, got up swiftly, and followed Song Qianji with one stride.

Realizing that his speed was too fast, he explained in a weak voice:

"Please trouble this fellow daoist to walk with me for a while. Fellow daoists are wearing the robes of disciples of Huawei Sect. They dare not provoke the disciples of the master's family."

Song Qianji didn't agree, didn't refuse, and didn't even look at her.

The female cultivator followed him with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes, her face was about to cry, but she broke down and roared in her heart:

"Who let the passers-by come over?! A group of guys who have done more than fail!"

She looked frightened and walked unsteadily.

When he stumbled over a stone, he would fall on Song Qian's fuselage, but unfortunately he never succeeded, at most he only touched the corner of that person's clothes.

Later, when Song Qianji saw the small rock, he gently kicked it away, one step faster each time, so that she didn't even have a chance to stumble.

The disciples gathered in the square waiting to watch Meng Heze compete, and the whole outer gate was calm and quiet.

The lush greenery in front of the gate of Song Yuan remains the same.Five or six small sparrows landed on the bamboo fence, combing their feathers in the last rays of the setting sun.

The female cultivator took advantage of Song Qian's opportunity to open the door, and nimbly rushed into the small courtyard:

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for sending me all the way. I don't have anything, so I would like to make a cup of tea for fellow daoist, and thank you for your protection."

"No need." Song Qianji said.

The female cultivator hurriedly said: "Those people should still be waiting for me on the road at this time, I want to take advantage of Daoyoubao to hide for a while... I will leave in just a moment."

She looked delicate and trembling.

"up to you."

The first thing Song Qianji did when he entered the door was to inspect the lotus root seeds soaked in clear water.

Bai Shengsheng's fine buds came out, and the growth was gratifying, and they could already be planted in the silt.

Then he turned his head and looked at the land that the nun had stepped on and the footprints on the ground.

I can't help being a little puzzled, there are too many strange things recently.

The "female cultivator" took two steps closer, and said sadly: "Friend Daoist Gao Yi. It is fate to meet by chance. I don't know where you are from?"

In fact, the shopkeeper Hua was almost disgusted by himself.

After scolding his teammates in his heart, he scolded Song Qian for not getting in.Who came up with the beauty trick, and got his brain soaked in ink?

Along the way, he cast winks at the blind man, accumulating resentment.He didn't dare to scold other than the book sage, and scolded almost all over the comprehension world.

Song Qianji suddenly said: "I want to go out, together?"

"what?"

The "surprise" came too suddenly.

Shopkeeper Hua cheered up, and immediately cheered up, good Song Qianji, it was very hard to pretend to be a gentleman just now, right?

The girl came home with you, so you exposed your nature and wanted to ask someone out?

"Okay." The female cultivator in white nodded shyly, "Of course I would like to be with fellow Taoist. I don't know where you are going?"

"Go to Yaoguang Lake."

Shopkeeper Hua looked at the sky, and sneered in his heart. At this time, all the people from Huawei Sect were gathered in the square to watch the martial arts test, and Fengyan Valley watched the chess test.

Not to mention people, there is not a single bird in Yaoguang Lake.You went to Heidengxiahuo, what bad things do you want to do?

The female cultivator in white covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Okay, let's go now."

As the night falls, thousands of willow silks blow on the lakeside in the evening wind.

The stars fell into the water like silver flakes splashing.

There was no one around, only the chirping of willows and cicadas.

It is a good time to collect the silt in the lake.Song Qianji thought that he could plant lotus roots tonight.

There is a small Upon boat by the lake, which is tied to a willow tree.

Song Qianji untied the rope and jumped into the boat.

"Fellow Daoist, can you give me a hand?" the female cultivator said weakly.

Song Qianji didn't speak, but reached out to stop her waist, turned around, and gently put her in the boat.

The nun's skirt fluttered, like a lotus flower that opened and closed in an instant.

The small boat swayed lightly and headed towards the center of the lake.

Before the flowers and under the moon, the lake is sparkling, and the picture is very beautiful.

But Shopkeeper Hua was extremely shocked.

Just now he looked like a dog, so he wouldn't be so quick to dress like a beast, right? !

Although Song Qianji only hugged him for a moment, he let go instantly, and then stopped contacting him.

But Shopkeeper Hua had goosebumps all over his body, thinking that this kid must be a pervert.

If you dare to move again, I will break your dog's paw.

The boat stopped near the Huxin Pavilion.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing?" Shopkeeper Hua asked puzzled.

"Picking mud." Song Qian pulled out the lotus stalks, took the roots and mud, and put them into a storage bag.

"It's really interesting for you to pick mud while others pick lotus."

Song Qianji didn't answer: "Do you want to go to a quieter place?"

"Where to go?"

Song Qianji pointed to the other side of the lake.

Yaoguang Lake is surrounded by mountains to the west.There is no reflection of lake water in the mountains, and you can't see your fingers.

The boat docked.

The two walked towards the hillside, and the dense leaves completely blocked the moonlight.

Shopkeeper Hua was excited, and with his hands in his sleeves, he took advantage of Song Qian's inattention and sent a message talisman to the other shopkeepers.

Fortunately, the book sage did not choose this kid, and fortunately he gave up his life to give it a try.

What kind of great spirit am I?

"Let's go here." Song Qianji stopped.

If Zhao Jiheng is here, you know that this is the pavilion where Zhao Kui painted the picture of beauties.

The mountain pavilion is quiet.Lin Haitao burst out.

"I have a question."

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask?" Shopkeeper Hua said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Song Qianji asked, "Where are you from?"

Shopkeeper Hua shyly said: "My name is Bai Lian, a disciple of the Overseas Xiaguang Sect. It's not worth mentioning because it's a small sect."

He sneered in his heart.You want to know what the consequences will be if you bully this girl.

Song Qianji let out an "oh" and said lightly:

"Then who is Wang Tugen?"

"Bai Lian" turned pale instantly.

How can it be?

He doesn't just change his looks.His demeanor, movements, walking posture, and even the breath of his body all changed.

With his kung fu, even the old monster Nascent Soul could hardly tell his real body when he traveled across the North Continent.

Song Qianji's cultivation base is low, how can he recognize it?

No, he was trying to scam me.

Shopkeeper Hua shook his head again and again: "Who is Wang Tugen, I don't know."

"Your weight hasn't changed." Song Qianji said calmly.

"Weight" shopkeeper Hua was stunned.

Song Qianji: "You entered Song Yuan twice, and walked past my vegetable field twice."

"So what?" Shopkeeper Hua was at a loss.

Song Qianji smiled: "You step on my land, and I am a farmer, how can you not feel it?"

farming? !

Sword cultivator, sound cultivator, Buddhist cultivator, alchemist, craftsman, array master, talisman master, which monk would claim to be a farmer? !

outrageous.

Shopkeeper Hua was still not reconciled: "You can't just judge me based on your feelings..."

"So I weighed it." Song Qianji said.

Shopkeeper Hua froze.

When Song Qianji got on the boat just now, he reached out to hug him, not taking advantage of it at all, but taking the opportunity to weigh him.

Careless.

"Do you still have accomplices?" Song Qianji asked.

Shopkeeper Hua felt chills all over.

Ever since he entered the small courtyard, Song Qianji had suspected something was wrong, but he hadn't revealed the slightest thing, and only now did he endure it?

So calm, is he really a 15-year-old boy?

"I can swear with my heart and soul that we have no malicious intentions to harm you. We just want to test you. But there are some things you don't know yet, and I won't say them."

Song Qianji said: "When you pretended to be Wang Tugen, your clothes were extremely shabby, but there was no peculiar smell, and even your fingernails were clean without a trace of dirt between your fingers. Even if you pretended to be such a person, you would not let yourself If you get a little dirty, you must love cleanliness.”

Shopkeeper Hua didn't know why he brought this up, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly:

"To tell you the truth, I'm really an obsessive cleanse."

He is a rouge shop owner, and he is used to it on weekdays.

Song Qianji smiled: "I have a whole bag of mud on my body now."

"You!" Shopkeeper Hua's expression changed suddenly.

"You have a higher cultivation base than me, but you will never be able to hide from all the mud. Do you want to try?"

Before the words fell, the wind suddenly became urgent.

Suddenly, more than ten dark shadows appeared in the forest.

They were all wrapped in robes that concealed their aura, with only one pair of eyes exposed.

Holding the magic weapon, he rushed to the pavilion from different directions, and instantly became encircled.

The visitor is not good.

"Where did you find so many people?" Shopkeeper Hua looked around and smiled wryly, "Even if I don't want to say it, just let you throw mud at me, you won't kill me!"

Song Qianji is the heir whom the book sage favors, and he cannot hurt him, so he is restrained everywhere.

"It's not the person I'm looking for. I didn't intend to kill you." Song Qianji was startled, thinking of the Qingya Six Sages he met during the day.

"Really?" Shopkeeper Hua wiped his face, "Then can I do it? I've been so aggrieved and aggrieved all day long!"

Song Qianji looked at those people, feeling a little sympathetic: "Whatever."