salted fish soaring

The lights in Feiyun Building are bright.

The book sage sat in front of the case, his eyes half closed, quietly listening to the report.

"...That's how things happened, please learn from me. Although Song Qianji has a close relationship with many female cultivators, he is like a fish in water in the flower appreciation building, talking and laughing happily, but he is a true gentleman who cherishes flowers and is not lustful.

"We are at the end of our rope, and there is really nothing we can do about him." Shopkeeper Hua was miserable, "I can only ask you to show me what to do next."

The book sage opened his eyes after hearing this.He was elated, but deliberately said in a low voice: "You admit defeat?"

The atmosphere was dignified, and everyone gritted their teeth: "I will be convinced!"

The book sage laughed heartily, and slapped the table while laughing, making the accumulated ink in the ancient inkstone tremble slightly:

"Okay, okay, everyone has worked hard on this trip!"

The shopkeepers didn't even dare to say it, but they also laughed when they saw the joy of the book master.

"However, there is one more strange thing." Shopkeeper Hua hesitated.

The book sage waved his hand boldly: "But it's okay to say!"

"I suggested to Song Qianji that I could teach him the 'Concealment Technique', but he refused without thinking. This makes me think that he is not very interested in practicing exercises and improving his cultivation..."

The more Shopkeeper Hua talked, the lower his voice became.

After Wei Ping got acquainted with the people in the black shop, he learned concealment from himself today, weapon refining from blacksmith Zhang the next day, and alchemy from the pharmacist the day after tomorrow.

But Wei Ping calls himself a prodigal son, and he never wants to learn the way of talismans, and he doesn't want to bear the identity of "a certain strong man's heir".

But Song Qianji is even more strange, claiming to be a farmer.

How can there be a monk who doesn't want to learn the exercises, but only wants to farm the land?

Shopkeeper Hua couldn't bear to mention a certain possibility in person - none of the apprentices you fancy wants to be with you.

This is too cruel for the aged scholar.

Survival and reproduction are the two most inseparable desires of human beings, which are inherently engraved in the flesh and blood.

It is common for monks to have no blood heirs. If there are no disciples who inherit the mantle, they will be truly extinct.

Although the book sage cannot ascend, but his life has been magnificent and magnificent, and he should not leave with regret.

There are still a few Wei Ping and Song Qianji in the world, how much time does the book sage have to find and train apprentices?

Shopkeeper Hua felt sad for a while.

The book saint's face was slightly stiff, and then he said firmly:

"Song Qianji is just not interested in concealment! It's not like Wei Ping, who wants everything."

He didn't know how to explain, but he was still convincing himself: "Song Qianji could write talismans, and he dared to ask for the old man's mountain, and even took the initiative to sign up for the 'calligraphy and painting test'. Don't worry, he is here for the old man, let's wait three days later In the calligraphy and painting competition, he will definitely show off his writing skills and compete for the championship!"

****

The bright moon comes out of the clouds, shining on thousands of peaks.

The Qiankun Hall is bathed in silver moonlight, and the glazed tiles and bucket arch cornices are shining brightly.

The five-color carp swims deep into the clouds and mists.

In front of the main peak square, the sea of ​​people is still there.

Other arenas have already been decided.So everyone gathered around the "Tianzi No. [-]" platform, waiting for the final winner.

The opponent Meng Heze encountered in this round was slightly higher than his level and experienced, and he was not easily irritated like the opponent in the previous round.

The opponent's swordsmanship was meticulous and smooth, forming an impenetrable iron wall, but Meng Heze was a man who broke the wall with a sharp blade, and repeatedly found loopholes to attack.

The more he fought, the more bloody and courageous he was, and the iron wall had to be broken through.

There was continuous applause from the audience.

Meng Heze was sober and calm, and he was not dazzled by the upcoming victory.

On the opposite side of the sword road, he wanted to retreat, and he hit him head-on.

At this moment, a voice of laughter came to Meng Heze's ears:

"You played so majesticly on stage, you, Senior Brother Song, are going to be doomed!"

Meng Heze was startled.

He shouldn't have heard it.There are shielding formations around each arena, and the formations are supervised by the sideline deacons.But the deacon was indifferent at this time.

According to the rules of the competition, spectators in the audience are prohibited from uploading audio to the stage, in order to prevent someone from secretly pointing out or disturbing the contestants.

This voice is very familiar, as if I heard it at the gate of Song Yuan.

A little mistake, the path of the sword on the opposite side changes suddenly!

Meng Heze couldn't react in time, and blocked the sword's edge with his intuition, but received a heavy punch in the chest and abdomen.

Immediately, he snorted, and bloodlines overflowed from his lips.

The sword is a feint, and the fist is a killing punch. The opponent's five fingers stretched out, and the gleaming silver glove was lit.

This glove is an intermediate magic weapon.

Before the opponent pulled away, he said in a low voice: "Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, offended."

"Brother Meng, be careful!"

The situation of the battle was reversed unexpectedly.

The outer disciples in the audience exclaimed worriedly:

"What's going on? Brother Meng seems to be absent-minded!"

Meng Heze's eyes were slightly cold, he clenched his long sword tightly, and slashed fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, swords and shadows crisscrossed, and they had passed twenty moves.

There was another sound transmission in my ear: "You are so good at fighting Foundation Establishment monks, we found twelve of them, and they all went to Yaoguang Lake to fight Song Qianji haha!"

Who wants to kill Brother Song?

Who dares to harm Senior Brother Song? !

Meng Heze turned his head hastily during the battle, the audience was crowded with people, and there were a few green shadows indistinctly.

He suddenly curled up and bent down fiercely, like a shrimp in a panic.

The opponent retracted his fist, looking smug.

The corners of Meng Heze's eyes twitched slightly.

He suddenly realized something, and anger burned in his heart.

They colluded together, the deacon on the sidelines, the sound transmission off the court, and the opponent on the court.

From the moment he stood on this arena, he was a trapped beast in a cage.

The sound transmission with malicious laughter alternated with exclamations from the audience.

Meng Heze suffered severe abdominal pain, and his throat was fishy and sweet, and he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

He has fought [-] wheel battles in a row, and he has accumulated a wealth of combat experience, but most of them are injury experience.

It should be two broken ribs, he thought, the internal organs are fine.

The last Pianpianhuayu seemed to be just a dream, and now the dream has woken up.

The cultivation world tore off the mask, revealing the cruel truth.

He stumbled and fell from the fairy ladder, and kept going down until he fell into the karmic fire of hell, burned his body, and burned his liver and gallbladder.

Another voice transmission: "You abstain, it's time to send your senior brother to the clinic!"

"what--"

Meng Heze's eyes were bloodshot, he raised his sword, and roared to the sky!

The sword energy surged, and the robe flew away.

The opponent was shocked by his sudden burst of coercion.

He fell back two steps, and before he could stand still, he saw the long sword slashing down on his head.

"I abstain!" The opponent shouted with a bad feeling.

Meng Heze took a step faster.

He has never drawn his sword so fast, nor has he been so ruthless.

He has always thought of himself as an upright gentleman, a good man who is reasonable and courteous.

He restrains himself with strict standards, trying to suppress the extreme shadows in his character.

A shrill scream rang out.

The opponent fell out of the ring and lost all limbs.

Under the stage, a female cultivator covered her face and screamed.

The medical repair stretcher was carried.The night wind could not blow away the bloody smell.

Meng Heze looked around and said coldly: "If something happens to my senior brother, I will ask you to pay in blood."

His voice was not loud, just a little hoarse.

On the contrary, it is even more terrifying.

There was silence in the audience, and everyone was shocked and speechless.

No one knew what he was talking about.

I saw his expression was sinister and frightening, his eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The deacon on the sidelines met his eyes and didn't dare to step forward for a while, let alone announce the winner.

Meng Heze leaped out of the ring, ignoring the astonished crowd.

The square was blocked, but he flew over the heads of the crowd like a bird.

Yaoguang Lake is as black as ink, the lake is quiet, and there is no one there.

He turned into an afterimage and ran towards the outer door Song Yuan.

Pushing open the rich door, the small courtyard is empty.

"Senior Brother Song—"

Meng Heze's heart sank continuously, and the disordered aura almost exploded his meridians, and the image of himself killing people flashed in his mind.

"Are you looking for me?"

A familiar voice sounded.Meng Heze suddenly turned his head.

"It's pretty fast." Song Qianji laughed.

Meng Heze stared closely at Song Qianji's face.It seems unbelievable, and it seems that you don't know the person in front of you.

After a long while, the blood redness in his eyes faded, the madman's expression returned to normal, and his eyes glowed again, and he said in surprise:

"Senior Brother Song, you, are you alright?!"

Song Qianji walked into the courtyard and corrected him: "I have something to do. I want to grow lotus root."

Meng Heze murmured: "You're fine, you're fine, that's great..."

He blinked, almost crying.

"I'm fine, why are you crying?" Song Qianji felt something was wrong, patted him on the shoulder, and asked softly, "Who bullied you? Was it hurt?"

Song Qianji felt helpless and wanted to laugh.

Whoever made you unhappy in your previous life, you could kick his hill, smash his cave, kill his whole family including his nanny, but in this life you can only go home and complain to your dad——

"They didn't take me to play."

"Speaking ill of me behind my back again, woohoo."

This is probably the only shortcoming of not being the lord of evil ways.

"It's good that brother is fine!" Meng Heze wiped his face and laughed through his tears: "I'm sorry, I'm just too happy."

False alarm is more worthy of happiness than joy falling from the sky.

"Tell the truth." Song Qianji said.

"I was in the ring, and someone sent me a voice transmission..." Meng Heze briefly explained, omitting his own reaction at the time.

"So that's it." Song Qianji smiled, "I just went to Yaoguang Lake to collect some mud, and I never encountered an ambush. They lied to you and wanted to make you mess up. Don't believe me next time. Are you injured? Let me see .”

"Small injury, just get some sleep." Meng Heze lowered his head, a little regretful: "I was too impulsive and fell into the enemy's tricks. I shouldn't have played cruelly just now. I also know that the 'exhibition match' must be played well. Let others love to watch, but I can't control it."

"Did you kill someone?" Song Qianji frowned.

"No." Meng Heze said, "I broke his arm."

He thought, there are probably a few bones left.

"It's okay, go back and wash up and sleep." Song Qianji said, "recharge your batteries and prepare for playing tomorrow."

He looked at the lotus root seeds in the clear water, feeling itchy.

After solving Meng Heze's problem, Song Qianji was finally able to go to the big tank and fill it with mud.

The silt is soft to the touch and full of life.If you use them to splash people, it is a waste of everything.

In order to allow enough room for the lotus root to grow, he carefully selected and planted only two seeds in each large tank.

The end of the sprouts stands upright, very energetic.

He also heard Meng Heze say, "I'll cook you a bowl of noodles before leaving, okay?"

The boy looked at him, eyes full of hope.

Song Qianji was speechless: "Okay, I'll eat."

The meals I have eaten in the past 100 years are not as good as being reborn for more than a few months!