salted fish soaring

The chess ghost was surprised.With his experience and cultivation, when looking at a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, he can often see clearly with just a glance.

He couldn't see through the people in front of him.

I thought that a person who can practice such chess moves and sword skills must have a heart as firm as a rock and be as immovable as a mountain. If he can do seven things in everything, he must insist on ten.

In addition, the talent is extremely high, the talent is outstanding, the eyes must be high above the top, the arrogance and self-admiration, no one is in the eyes.

Can such a temperament be contaminated with love?

"For a woman?" He couldn't help being curious, "Is she your Taoist companion?"

Song Qianji picked up the wine jar, and the wine trickled down the corners of his lips, wet his front: "Not really."

They have never saluted, they have never joined hands, at most they have only held hands, and they are indeed not considered Taoist couples.

Miaoyan later married Wei Zhenyu, the savior, and it was not considered a remarriage at all.

Liying was suddenly annoyed: "You are not a Taoist companion, but you still learn chess for her! Could it be that you learn chess very easily, and you can understand Taoism right away?"

"Where is it easy? I'm not a genius. I only had half my life left when I learned it. When I went back, that person only said two words..."

"'Thank you'?" Liying snapped, "Since you are doing it for her, she must be very grateful and say thank you!"

After she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue.In front of Master, she shouldn't have interrupted.

But seeing that Master was in a good mood, with a smile on his lips, he gave her an appreciative glance.

It can be seen that Master also wants to know, but he is too embarrassed to gossip too much.

Li Ying gave the chess ghost a look, the master has something to do, the disciple will do his best, don't worry.

"Ha, she will never say thank you to me. I should do everything for her as a matter of course. She said, yes." Song Qianji choked on alcohol with a smile: "At that time, I thought that I could change her words if I escaped death. 'Not bad' is worth it."

Although he was smiling, Liying's eyes were sore, she put down the hairpin brush, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

"Crack!" The old man suddenly slapped the stone table with his palm.

There are cracks in the corner of the table.

Liying was startled, if it wasn't for Huawei Sect's Xingxing Terrace being protected by formations, the pavilion would have collapsed.

"Young students, sons and daughters love each other long, heroes are short of breath!" Qi Gui said,

"You worship me as your teacher now, what kind of woman do you want to marry but can't marry? Whether it's a fairy in the sky or a wonderful smoke on the ground, the old man makes the decision for you!"

Liying thought to herself, Master has been indifferent and tired in recent years, and he doesn't even care about the important affairs of Ziyun Temple, but actually cares about a young man's marriage.

If there is no accident, this person should be her senior brother in the future.

Although he is a drunkard and a drunkard, he is not annoying. This girl admits it.

Big deal, when I make medicine for Master every day, I also make hangover soup for you to drink.

When Song Qianji heard the word Miaoyan, he was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, sir, don't make the decision for me. I won't marry Miaoyan if I kill you! If you really want me to marry, I will turn against you Already!"

"Ah?" Liying was stunned, "Fairy Miaoyan, don't you like it?"

"I don't like it!" Song Qianji slapped the stone table firmly, "It's not rare!"

Liying thought to herself, which female cultivator is his favorite.

For that person, he didn't even care about the "No. [-] beauty", the peerless Fairy Miaoyan.

If I had been born a few years earlier, I would have met him before that person, let the master accept him as a disciple, and become a brother and sister with him.As long as I treat him well, he won't be alone drinking tonight.

If this person is not trapped by love and drowsy after drinking, he must be the earliest famous and unparalleled genius in the world.

When an elder liked him and wanted to marry him, he patted the table for her and said, it's not rare, I already have a junior sister.

Thinking of this, Li Ying couldn't help laughing.

But she is young, like a baby bird out of the nest, ignorant, she still doesn't know why this kind of mood arises.

The chess ghost is well-informed and well-informed. He glanced at the female disciple with her hair bowed and smiling, and said leisurely:

"I also think that Miao Yan is average. You see, my apprentice, I don't have a good reputation because she doesn't like to show off. In fact, in terms of talent, appearance, talent and background, which one is worse than Miao Yan?"

Li Ying's cheeks were flushed, and she said in a low voice: "Master, I am so praised, I absolutely dare not compare with Fairy Miaoyan."

She was originally free and unrestrained, but she suddenly became coy, not at all like the bet just now that made people call her little aunt.

"What can't be compared?" Song Qianji stared at her for a moment, then yelled, "As long as you treat yourself and others sincerely, you are a thousand times, ten thousand times better than Miao Yan!"

Liying smelled the aroma of fruit wine all over his body, her face turned red even more than she was drunk, and said in a low voice, "You bastard."

Song Qianji was at a loss: "I'm only telling the truth, how could I be an asshole?"

"I'm not scolding you for being an asshole, I just..." Liying said anxiously, "You take everything others say seriously?!"

No matter how much that female cultivator made him suffer, he found fault with himself in everything.

Thinking of this, tears fell uncontrollably.

Song Qianji was shocked.

Why are you crying?

He looked at the old man, asking for help.

But the old man smiled slightly and let go of it, as if he was happy to hear it.

Song Qianji suddenly felt dizzy.

He Qingqing cried to him, Meng Heze cried to him, Ji Chen cried to him.

Now even a little girl whom he met by chance cried for him.

Counting the number of years he has lived, he can be the grandfather of the other party's ancestor, so how dare he bully others.

Song Qianji hurriedly said: "I'm a bastard, I'm a bastard, what's wrong with me, I apologize to you, don't cry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Liying didn't care about Master's presence, and cried even harder: "With your temperament, it's no wonder you're going to be cheated by a female cultivator!"

Song Qianji thought to himself, it's not right for me to apologize?

Does it make sense?

"Then what do you say, little aunt."

Liying's face was full of tears, her eyes rolled, she didn't know how he usually chased that female cultivator.

But like in the storybook, when the flowers are blooming and the moon is under the moon, reciting poems and making love, to please the beauties?

She cheated: "You sing me a song."

Song Qianji smiled wryly: "I won't."

"You tell me a joke."

"I do not know either."

Li Ying stomped her feet: "You write me a poem, don't say no more!"

"I really don't, limericks?"

Liying nodded quickly and handed him the hairpin pen.

Song Qianji held the pen and thought for a while, then wrote on the stone table, all in one go:

"It is planned to add drunkenness to the spring breeze, and all grievances and grievances in life will be over."

"Whoever is the enemy of the heroes in the world, it is better to seek immortality—"

After writing the last three words, the stone table was blocked by an open letter.

On it is the chess record written by Li Ying just now, the ink is still wet.

Liying was about to take away the handwriting that got in the way, but Song Qianji didn't want to stop writing, so he wrote directly on her handwriting: plant potatoes.

With a puff, the girl laughed through tears.

"It's better to grow potatoes than to seek immortality. What are potatoes? Are you writing nonsense?"

Song Qianji smiled and said, "It's not nonsense, I really grow potatoes."

Li Ying was about to ask you why you planted this plant, when she suddenly heard noisy voices and footsteps from the mountainside.

"Senior Brother Song, are you there?" Countless voices shouted, startling the birds.

In the darkness, the flames meandered like a long dragon, stretching all the way to the top of the mountain.

"I'm here." Song Qianji yelled, and said to Mr. Chengliang, "Someone is looking for me, I'll take a step first."

He staggered to his feet, Liying stepped forward to help him, but he was already supporting the pavilion pillar to stand firm, signaling that he didn't need it.

The chess ghost said with a smile: "Tonight's gathering is short, I will give you half a volume of chess records first, you can read it when you are free, and pass the time."

Chess record?

Song Qianji listened to what he said with ease, and saw him take out a thin volume that didn't even have a cover. It was not "Thirteen Chapters of Chess Classic" or "Four Sons Book" at all.

It's more like "One hundred and eight kinds of fixed moves you must learn in this life", "A book teaches you to become a master of chess", "Exclusive name book, help you play invincible players all over the world".

When he used to escape for his life, he avoided the market place and mixed into the mortal world.Some old men wake up in the afternoon, shake cattail fans, and play chess in the shade of trees.

The stall next to it sells such brochures.

Song Qianji took it smoothly: "Thank you, sir."

Not long after, many people poured into the mountain pavilion.They rushed forward and surrounded the drunkard.

Li Ying was stunned, only someone wiped his sweat with a silk handkerchief, someone put a cloak on him, and fed him hangover soup.

They wore the robes of Huawei Sect's outer disciples, and looked at him with respect, love and admiration.It seemed as if he wanted to lift a soft sedan chair and carry him away.

"No need to help me, I'm not drunk!" Song Qian put on a cloak, walked a few steps, and waved back, "Little girl, old man. Goodbye by fate!"

"Senior Brother Song, what are you talking about, there is clearly no one in the pavilion." Meng Heze was surprised.

"No one?" Song Qianji was stunned, "Can't you see it?"

The outer disciples shook their heads together, vowing:

"There is really no one, only two fallen leaves."

"Senior brother drank too much, come back with us. Everyone is very worried if you don't come back from your trip."

"I'm really drunk."

It's normal if you don't play well when drunk, and you can't win the game.

Song Qianji smiled and let Meng Heze help him away.

The bright moon is passionate, and the spring breeze is still there.

Li Ying said in a daze, "I saw that he was lonely at chess, so I thought he had no friends, so he drank alone. I didn't expect..."

"He really has no friends." Chess Ghost sighed.

Liying watched his back go away.

He was surrounded in the middle of the crowd and was well cared for.

Calling for friends and companions, the stars are holding the moon.

Liying suddenly felt that he was very lonely, like walking alone in the middle of the night when the north wind was howling.

The moonlight shone on him, deserted, as if a snow had fallen.