salted fish soaring

"The big thing is not good, senior brother Meng has gone crazy!"

Outer disciples all say the same.

They were worried and rushed to Songyuan, ready to work together to subdue the raging beast.

But Meng Heze was wearing an apron, holding out a bowl of noodles.

The rich soup topping is white in the cool night, and the fragrance wafts with the spring breeze.

The hot human fireworks in the middle of the night are all contained in this celadon noodle bowl.

Song Qianji buried his head in eating the noodles, chewing carefully.

Meng Heze was surrounded by a layer of soft moonlight, with a satisfied indifferent smile on his face, as if he was full of hope for life and loved the whole world.

How can there be a tendency to become obsessed?

"Brother Meng, are you okay?" Zhou Xiaoyun hesitated, "The injury on your body..."

Nothing can happen to Meng Heze, he is not alone now, he is the hope and confidence of the whole outside sect.

"I'm going to treat the injury right now." Meng Heze didn't let her continue, and said with a smile: "Let's go, don't disturb Senior Brother Song's rest."

All the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, and politely saluted and said goodbye to Song Qianji.

Meng Heze finally left the courtyard.

After closing the rich door, he turned around and his expression turned cold instantly.

A group of people walked through the flower path, and when they reached the distance where Song Qianji could not hear or be affected, Meng Heze spoke:

"The six people from Qingya were in the audience just now?"

Zhou Xiaoyun thought for a while: "I did see them, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Meng Heze was silent.

He felt that things were not that simple.

With the Qingya Six Sages, he might be able to bribe his opponent.After all, the other party came from a small sect. Although he was talented, he was in short supply of cultivation resources. It was understandable that he would take risks for Lingshi.

But to bribe the deacon on the sidelines and tamper with the shielding formation in the ring, Zhao Yuping, the deacon hall, may need to instruct him personally.

The Six Sages of Qingya were pushed to the front to be pawns, while Zhao Yuping was responsible for the dark hands.

"What about tomorrow?" Someone interrupted his train of thought, "After the next round is over, it's time for the spectators to vote."

The outer disciples looked worried.

Meng Heze was too fierce just now, and there was no one on the sidelines who was not afraid.

The martial arts test is also called an exhibition match, and those who win the hearts of the people win the world.

"The road has not yet come to an end." Meng Heze thought for a while and said, "Although the fight this time is not good, if it is done properly, it will become its own style and become a school of its own."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Xiaoyun was puzzled.

Meng Heze asked suddenly: "Have you ever thought about why everyone thinks Miaoyan is the most beautiful, even though we have never seen her before, where does her reputation as the most beautiful come from?"

Song Qianji once asked him this question.Then he thought a lot about it.

Everyone shook their heads blankly, wondering what this had to do with Fairy Miaoyan.

Meng Heze laughed: "Aesthetics can be influenced and changed."

His extremely confident tone and demeanor influenced other disciples, and everyone regained hope.

"Okay, we will never give up." Zhou Xiaoyun said firmly, "What needs to be done now is up to you."

"Of course it's...a good night's sleep." Meng Heze said, "Bright moon and cool breeze, don't disappoint."

With a bright moon and a clear breeze, some people are destined not to have a good night's sleep.

Zhao Taiji sat in the main hall of Chishui Peak with a dignified expression.

"A female cultivator with a big knife was killed halfway?" He said coldly, "Say it again."

The answerer was dripping with cold sweat: "It is indeed a female cultivator, and her natal magic weapon is a large gold-threaded ring knife. The way of the knife is fierce and domineering, violent and brutal. At least she has a cultivation level above Jindan!"

The dozen or so people in the hall were not his disciples from Chishui Peak, but guards sent by the Zhao family.

Taking advantage of the Dengwen Conference, they entered the Huawei Sect and waited for Zhao Taiji to send them.

Zhao Yuping stood by and boldly said, "Could it be that 'that person' sent someone to secretly protect Song Qianji?"

Someone from Xian Jianchen?

It's not that Zhao Taiji didn't think this way, but he quickly denied this guess.

After Xian Jianchen left Huawei Sect, he had no disciples and no friends.

No one is loyal to him, and he doesn't need the loyalty of others.Who can he send to protect Song Qianji?

Book sages have Qingya Academy, chess ghosts have Ziyun Temple, and qin immortals have Xianyinmen.

The Sword God has only one sword.

He came and went alone, his traces were erratic, and even his sword had not been shown in front of others for a long time.

If he really took Song Qianji as his apprentice, it would be better to bring someone with him than to send someone to protect him.

Since it wasn't Xian Jianchen, who was it?

Zhao Taiji calculated carefully in his heart, but still had no clue.

Because none of the well-known Golden Core cultivators with overbearing sword skills in the cultivation world is a woman.

Can't figure out the details of the other party.In addition to anger, he also felt a trace of long-lost fear.

He even thought that if time goes back, the sword shouldn't be drawn in the Qiankun Temple.

At least that sure-kill sword shouldn't stab Song Qianji.

Zhao Taiji closed his eyes: "If we can't solve this matter, I will report to the Patriarch. Before that, let's find out, is there really only one Jindan around him, and are there any other powerful characters?"

Zhao Yuping complained endlessly in his heart, one Golden Elixir is enough for people, dare to come again?

Song Qianji, you have such a great background, why do you still come to Hua Weizong to be an outer disciple for three years?

Those who were tortured back then had no power to fight back, so don't pretend now?

****

The wind blows across the bamboo sea, and the bamboo leaves are rustling.

White gauze hangs on all sides of the bamboo building, and the moonlight shines into the building through the fluttering gauze, and shines on Miao Yan, elongating her shadow obliquely.

Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom in the building, which is no less than the flower viewing party in the daytime.

The pot of anemones in front of her was also better than the one she brought to the flower viewing party.

This is actually a double-pedicled anemone with two flowers, which is rare to see in a hundred years.

Today, there is a flower fight upstairs, and all the female cultivators from various houses display the most rare flowers and plants in their hands.

Miaoyan did not do this.

She is a disciple of the Immortal Music Sect, except for playing the piano and composing music, she has to do full ten points. For other things like flowers and plants, tea art, chess playing, etc., she only needs to show nine points, and she doesn't have to show off in everything.

Under the moonlight, each petal of the anemone shimmers like countless tiny stars falling in the water.

——"If you like it, how about giving it to you?"

——"No need."

With this in mind, Miao Yan picked up the small golden scissors for pruning flower branches, and moved her fingertips slightly.

"Click".

A flower fell into the water.

Bingdilian has only one flower left, which opens up alone.

Miao Yan put down the scissors, turned around and went back to the table, lit the lamp and watched the piano.

No matter what she does when she goes out every day, whether she is tired or not, she always practices the piano when she returns to her residence.

Her master, Fairy Wang Shu, once said that among the music repairers of the younger generation, she is the most diligent and dedicated.

But Miaoyan likes to play the piano, so she doesn't feel pain.

Playing the piano is beautiful, relaxing, and liberating.All the words that cannot be said and the thoughts that cannot be moved can be expressed through the sound of the piano.

She bowed her head and played the piano, expressing her feelings directly and quickly.

The moon shines on the green bamboo, and Fairy Wangshu walks through the bamboo forest path with her maid.

Fairy Wangshu is 120 years old this year, but the monk is skilled.

Time has not left the slightest trace on her body, she is still beautiful and moving, her skin is as creamy and can be broken by blowing bullets.

The phoenix eyes have long eyebrows, and the clouds are piled high on the temples.There is a kind of majesty and demeanor that young female cultivators do not have in every gesture.

For a strong person like her, people don't pay too much attention to her appearance.

Fairy Wangshu's practice has reached a bottleneck, and she has almost no chance to be promoted to Huashen.

But the two things she is most proud of in her life, the first is worshiping Qin Xian as her teacher, and the second is taking Miaoyan as her apprentice.

When she walked outside the bamboo building, she heard the sound of Lingling piano, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and clear springs hitting stones.

In the high mountains and flowing waters, it is hard to find a bosom friend.Presumably Miaoyan was not in a good mood, but she still played very well.

She raised her hand to signal, and the maid quietly retreated.

Wang Shu restrained his breath, went upstairs alone, listened quietly to Miao Yan after playing a song, and then called out lovingly:

"Smoke."

Miao Yan was startled when she heard the sound, she got up and hurried to meet her, she was very pleasantly surprised:

"Master, you are here!"

Fairy Wang Shu frowned: "You laugh too much!"

Her tone was stern and her eyes were cold.

Miao Yan stopped in her footsteps, her smile froze, and the corners of her raised lips were slightly drawn back.

Fairy Wangshu walked around Miaoyan, looked up and down: "That's right."

After she was satisfied, she smiled, making her feel like a spring breeze:

"The first time I saw you as a teacher was also in the bamboo building of Huawei Sect. You were still a little girl, as thin as a wild monkey. In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Miao Yan smiled and lowered her eyes: "Yes, Master."

Miao Yan can't laugh loudly, otherwise it will destroy the artistic conception of floating like a fairy, and lose the elegant and dusty temperament.

She can't laugh either.Because her face is not sweet, but the corners of her mouth are naturally drooping. Once she loses her smile, her cheeks are thin and her bones are prominent. In addition, she is tall and thin, and she has a sense of bitterness and stubbornness overall.

There is no perfect thing in the world, only the illusion of perfection.

Everything has a price.

"I'm here this time to accompany your master and uncle." Fairy Wang Shu gently took her hand, sat down with her and talked, treating her like a daughter.

Miao Yan was a little surprised: "Master, the old man, is he here in person? The disciple is going to visit tomorrow?"

"No, I will see you on the day of the piano test." Fairy Wang Shu smiled slightly: "After your uncle leaves the customs this time, he also wants to take in an apprentice, so come to the piano test to see if there are any suitable seedlings. Zu came with her."

Miao Yan's ancestor is Qin Xian.

Qinxian has accepted two personal disciples, so Wangshu Xianzi also has a senior sister.In terms of seniority, he is Miao Yan's uncle.

But the two apprentices have different personalities and have a cold relationship.

As Qin Xian got older and less concerned about matters of Xian Yin's sect, the two became more and more at odds with each other.

Xianyinmen is also divided into two factions.

Miao Yan knows that Master has always believed that getting the inheritance of Qin Xian is his chance to be promoted to become a god.

This time the master personally accompanied the master to accept apprentices, and he seemed to favor the master, the master must be unhappy.

"The teacher asked you to prepare a piece of music, and play it after the piano test. Are you ready?" Fairy Wang Shu asked.

"Disciple do your best." Miao Yan said cautiously.

"It's not about doing your best." Fairy Wang Shu stared at her closely, "It's about doing your best, doing your best!"

No matter what the occasion, as long as Miaoyan has played the piano, people will only remember Miaoyan and have no impression of other players.

How can the glimmer of rice grains compete with bright pearls?

Wang Shu thought to himself, when it comes to the piano test, everyone is overwhelmed by Miao Yan, what kind of apprentice can you accept, senior sister?

"Disciples must do their best."

Fairy Wang Shu said: "If my senior sister has a direct disciple, according to the tradition of the master's school, her disciple will be the eldest disciple of your generation. When you meet that person in the future, even if she has a lower cultivation base and older age than you Little one, you also have to call me 'Miss Master'."

Miao Yan suddenly realized, after all, she was the best at trying to figure out the master's mind.

So she said, "I don't need a big sister."

Fairy Wangshu nodded with satisfaction: "There can only be one Miaoyan in the Immortal Yin Sect, and there can only be one Miaoyan in the Cultivation Realm. Alright, what tunes have you prepared? Play one for me."