salted fish soaring

"He, he pushed Meng Heze down first, and for some reason, he also jumped down. The subordinate came back and returned."

Zhao Yuping's face was gloomy, and two words came out between his teeth: "Trash."

The young deacon didn't dare to refute.

The night was windy and rainy, chilling the room.

Zhao Yuping turned his head, looked down from the window, and his gaze fell on the shabby dormitory.

Every year, there are countless mortal teenagers with mediocre spiritual roots and bones, and nothing, but with the dream of cultivating immortals to the sky, they squeeze into Huawei Sect as outer disciples.

They are smart, hardworking, do more, get less, try to curry favor with the inner sect, and fight each other desperately.

Among them, the fish jumping over the dragon's gate, who really changed his life against the sky, was chosen one in a thousand.

Others, after waiting for many years to realize the reality, they went to take care of the property under the mountain for the sect, working hard and mediocre like ordinary people.What I want is to prolong my life, and my life span is much longer than that of ordinary people.

The flesh and blood fertilizer that has been passed on to support the big sect in the cultivation world like Huawei Sect, making it prosper forever and flourish forever.

Outer disciples are like cute grasshoppers after autumn, occasionally a few pretentious or truly extraordinary ones can't escape from his palm.

But why did Song Qianji go crazy, why did he jump along?

Does he not want to live?Don't want to cultivate immortality?

What a joke.

"Who promised him good things, let him dare to ruin my business!"

Zhao Yuping narrowed his eyes, recalling every detail of his contact with Song Qianji.

That young man with his thoughts written all over his face is absolutely incapable of changing his mind on the spot.

Who bought him again and abetted him?

Is it someone from the Discipline Hall or the Law Enforcement Hall?

The management of the outer door is the most lucrative, and those old people have long wanted to get a piece of the pie.

I was really calm, I didn't wait until the night before the entrance examination, and then I made an attack at the last moment, trying to catch me off guard.

dream.

A little outer disciple is worse than a chess piece.

Zhao Yuping: "Go, send someone to search the bottom of the cliff. Every inch of land will be searched, even if the two of them are smashed to pieces, they will still make me human!"

The young deacon probed: "If he is really alive..."

Zhao Yuping laughed: "Broken Mountain Cliff's aura is cut off, and there is no reason why you can't die if you fall off the cliff in the two early stages of Qi refining. Do you understand?"

Lightning tore through the rainy night and illuminated his weird smile.

The young deacon nodded again and again: "Understood, understood!"

"Take someone who is reliable and clean up."

Zhao Yuping took out another tea set, lightly brushed off his robe, and sat down again.

Since tonight is destined to be sleepless, why not make a pot of strong tea and wait for the rain to stop.

***

Beside the bonfire, Song Qianji stuffed the red spirit jade beads to Meng Heze, like returning a hot potato: "Don't just show it to others in the future!"

Meng Heze: "Senior Brother Song, this is my wish, so please accept it."

"In fact, it is not only a spiritual object, but also a superior magic weapon. It just needs to cooperate with specific skills to fully exert its superior combat power."

"Ah?" Meng Heze jumped up, "A superior, superior magic weapon? Seriously?"

Song Qianji nodded.

Meng Heze was still in shock, and muttered to himself: "Isn't that more powerful than Deacon Zhao's medium-level magic weapon 'Yin-Yang Jade Ruler'?"

Without doubting Song Qianji's words, he held the Lingzhu bracelet in both hands, trembling slightly.

Only the disciples of the inner sect can possess the first-class magic weapon, and this is the Huawei Sect with great achievements at home.

Song Qianji: "Don't rush to be happy, it has an unorthodox breath, and according to my daily experience in studying ancient books, it seems to be an object of the evil way. I'm afraid the Buddhist cultivator who gave you the magic weapon has no good intentions."

The so-called study of ancient books is of course nonsense. Fortunately, Meng Zheng has never seen the world and lacks the knowledge of cultivating immortals, so he is very easy to fool.

Song Qianji continued:

"Even if you have the opportunity to obtain the supporting exercises in the future, you must be careful. It is better to recognize the master with a drop of blood first, and wait for your cultivation base to break through the Hinayana, with a stronger spirit and a firmer mind, and then completely refine it and take it into the Purple Mansion... ..."

"Thank you, brother!" Meng Heze was overwhelmed with emotion, and immediately used his spiritual power to pierce his fingertips, forcing out a drop of heartache.

Drops of blood fell and disappeared in a flash.The luster of the ruby ​​buddha beads turned deep blood red, and the word "strive to be the first" on it emitted a faint gleam.

Meng Heze's young face was illuminated by the red light, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Before tonight, if someone told him that you will have a high-grade magic weapon, he would probably ask back, why do you bother me.

It turns out that this is the feeling of having your own magic weapon.

Those uncertainties, anxiety, and confusion were all swept away, and he looked forward to the future infinitely.

Meng Heze regained his composure and looked at Song Qianji again.

I saw that the other party's expression was normal, and there was even approval in his eyes.

During the whole process of "Appreciating Treasures", Song Qianji did not reveal a trace of greed, and every word and every word was completely for his consideration, even if it was a brother.

He asked himself, when he changed places with Song Qian, if he had a chance to get a high-quality magic weapon for himself, he would probably hesitate and struggle for a while before returning it to the original owner.

However, Song Qianji, as the person who works the hardest in the outer sect and most wants to ascend to the immortal path, is strong, knowledgeable, and still upright and sticks to his heart.

Meng Heze's eyes were red again: "I used to think that I was an upstanding gentleman among the disciples of the outer sect, but I feel ashamed to compare myself to my senior brother. In the past, I misunderstood my senior brother too much, and my senior brother is the real one..."

Song Qianji hurriedly denied: "I'm not! Don't talk nonsense."

He thought, I am a person who is going to farm, why do I use your beads?

Is it superseded by earthworms in the soil?

Meng Heze only regarded him as modest: "Senior Brother Song, what will we do when we go back? As long as Zhao Jiheng gets the entry spot, can Deacon Zhao let us go? I don't think it's that simple."

Song Qianji thought to himself, yes, he knows how to keep his feet on the ground and solve the immediate problem first, and he is not lost because of a high-quality magic weapon.

He is used to being a loner and going his own way as a casual cultivator, and he rarely asks for opinions from others.But now that his teammate has been an evil boss and a devil king, he is willing to use the other party as his own:

"What do you think? Let me hear."

Meng Heze: "I just want to hear from Brother Song!"

Song Qianji choked.

Forget it, 14-year-old Meng Heze, whose face was covered with tears and snot when he was hanging on the cliff crying just now, should stop being a human being.

Song Qianji: "Then pretend."

Meng Heze quickly got up and walked around the cave:

"What to pretend? How much to pretend? You rest, I will pretend!"

Song Qianji: "..."

Pretentious, brother!

Do you still need me to teach you this skill?

Song Qianji coughed twice: "Pretend someone is behind you."

"Don't blind me, this cave is weird."

Meng Heze subconsciously looked back and patted his chest, "Don't tell me you want to use the tiger's skin as a banner to lure the tiger to fight the wolf? But Deacon Zhao covers the sky with one hand in the deacon's hall, who can he be afraid of?"

"The deacon's hall is like an iron barrel. What's outside the deacon's hall?" Song Qianji picked up a branch and drew three overlapping circles on the ground, one up and two down:

"This is the deacon's hall, which issues sect tasks and is in charge of personnel."

"This is the Discipline Hall, where rules are set, laws are issued, and trial halls are opened."

"This is the Law Enforcement Hall, which executes rewards and punishments, and also manages sect security."

"Three halls are in charge of all affairs of Huawei Sect. If you have any problems, you can directly report to the suzerain. The three pillars stand together to check each other. Everyone wants to grab good things, and everyone doesn't want to take the blame. The surface is harmonious, but in fact no one accepts others."

Song Qianji recalled his situation when he was a teenager, and said lightly:

"Zhao Yuping is suspicious by nature. This time his plan failed, he must not give up. He insisted on finding out what went wrong and why I was going back on my word and out of his control."

Meng Heze wanted to applaud: "That makes sense!"

Song Qianji threw down the branch: "So you might as well use your tricks and pretend that you have the evidence of him 'using power for personal gain and harming outer disciples', and you have someone behind you to support him so that he doesn't dare to act rashly. You just need to practice the exercises I taught well. If you survive until the Dengwen Conference, you will be able to leave the outer gate and no longer be under his control."

This method is cowardly, dog-like, better than saving trouble and being safe, Song Qianji thought, Meng Heze could handle it by himself.

Meng Heze didn't notice that he said 'you' instead of 'we', thinking that Song Qianji praised and trusted himself, and slapped the other party on the right shoulder:

"Just do what the brother said. I will definitely live up to the expectations of the brother."

"Hiss—" Song Qianji gasped.

Calm down, I don't expect anything from you!

Song Qianji held his palm, "Help me, I'll connect this arm first. Help here, hold it steady."

Meng Heze couldn't bear the guilt: "I was only focused on talking to you, and I forgot that you are still injured. You want to set the bone yourself? Can you do it? Let's go to the Outer School Medical Center, where the doctor knows me very well. I have other skills. No, it's just that she is upright and popular..."

Song Qianji slandered, how could anyone praise himself like that.

With a strong hand, the bones made a crackling sound.

"Help me find some branches, and set up a bracket to fix it first."

Meng Heze was stunned by his skillful technique: "You..."

"Hush." ​​Song Qianji's expression changed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Someone has come to search the mountain."

Meng Heze listened attentively.Except for natural sounds, he captured the faintest breath of footsteps and the sound of falling stones.

Zhao Yuping's lackeys!

Anger and ruthlessness flashed across the young man's eyes, and then he looked at Song Qianji trustingly and tried his best to mouth:

"How to do?"

"Don't be afraid." Song Qianji didn't pay attention to the change in his expression, and comforted the young man, "I'll teach you another method of restraining breath, which can hide your breath, blend into the sky and earth, and be like the light. After learning it, you can also fight against others. Use it."

Meng Heze thought to himself.Brother Song knows everything.A true god.

He has so many abilities, if he really intends to harm me, I will not be enough to die ten thousand times.He is still in danger with me tonight, the reason is only to save me.

What virtue and ability do I have, and how can I repay it.

The spring is cold and cold, and the rain curtain at the entrance of the cave is gurgling.The beads become intermittent over time.

Before dawn, the people who searched the mountain couldn't find it, and they gradually disappeared.

The smell of earth mixed with the smoke from the bonfire floated in the cave. Both of them had torn robes and their faces were ashamed, which meant a bit like "brothers in need".

Song Qian closed his eyes and rested his mind, looking at the Jingping and Immortal Spring in Zifu.

Meng Heze looked at the Buddhist beads for a while, and Song Qianji for a while, and he didn't feel that "we should share the difficulties", but only felt that "there must be blessings in the future".

Even in a cold and rainy night, young people can still daydream when they are in a mess:

"I fell off the cliff this time, but it was a blessing in disguise. I will definitely stand out at the Dengwen Conference and enter the inner sect. When I succeed in cultivation, the three flowers gather at the top, 36 counties on the four continents of the mainland, and 72 islands overseas. Let our brothers run rampant Come and go, what is a mere Huawei Sect? What is a mere Deacon Zhao? Let him give me, no, I will carry your shoes and wash your feet, twenty times a day..."

Oh, brother behavior.Song Qianji ignored him.

Meng Heze rested his chin and looked at the rain: "I don't know how grand it is to wait for the various sects and wealthy families to gather at the Dengwen Conference. I only heard that the four continents are vast and abundant, and the big men are magnificent, but we don't spend every day digging the spirit stone mine, It is to shovel shit for spirit beasts and transplant seedlings for spirit fields.

"The wonderful world of self-cultivation outside is full of hype, and I have never seen it before."

When he said this, his eyes showed undisguised longing:

"Brother, tell me, will Fairy Miaoyan come? I really want to see the number one beauty in the cultivation world with my own eyes. But even if she comes, outer disciples like us won't be able to see her."

Fairy Miaoyan.The first beauty.

Song Qianji's expression froze instantly.