salted fish soaring

At the end of the passing water bridge, there were two people standing.In the light white clouds, green shirts and purple Taoist robes fluttered in the wind.

"Seniors, who is this?" Song Qianji was startled, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Afraid that I will run away?"

"Just in case, it's better for the senior brother to send the younger brother back to the hospital." The dean said.

The Guanzhu said: "Don't dare to neglect the errands assigned by the family teacher. Junior brother, please stop."

The two were left and right, and Song Qianji walked in the middle.

Behind him were two teams of more than forty people, one from the Academy and the other from Ziyun Temple.

They are friendly on the surface, but they are secretly on guard, because they are afraid that the other party will cheat and rob people halfway.

All the way mighty, eye-catching.

This reminded Song Qianji of being escorted by Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng the last time he came to Qiankun Palace.

"The two seniors really don't need to call me junior brother, I can't bear it." Song Qianji said.

"You once said yourself that you wanted a mountain. Didn't you just want to worship Shusheng as your teacher?"

Seeing Song Qianji's blank expression, the dean kindly reminded him, "Huachun Mountain is also a mountain."

"How can Huachun Mountain be the top of a mountain?"

Song Qianji heard this kind of statement for the first time, and found it ridiculous, "Normal hills can be reclaimed, watered, and won't be put in boxes by people, and they won't fly out suddenly and kill people!"

The dean has a rigorous academic attitude: "It looks like a mountain from a distance, but it is still a mountain when viewed up close. It is a mountain in essence. You can say it's 'too normal', but you can't say it's 'abnormal'."

Song Qianji clenched his fists in his sleeves and tried to describe: "I mean the kind of mountain that is there every day, does not move, can be planted at any time, 'ordinary and normal', senior understand?"

"Oh—I understand, brother." The dean sighed.

Hua Chunshan was rejected by others because he was "too normal and not ordinary enough".

He smiled at Song Qianji and said, "It's a pity it's too late. The teacher has made up his mind."

"Junior Brother, don't listen to his nonsense, it's not too late!" Master Guanzhu Qingwei said, "The two saints have reached an agreement, let you choose yourself. If you choose Ziyun Temple, their academy will never dare to do anything to you."

"I don't choose either." Song Qianji said without thinking, "I don't want to do that."

Daoist Qingwei was startled.

Song Qianji tried to convince the other party: "I was born as a mortal, my cultivation base is low, and my talent is ordinary. I am not worthy, this is not suitable."

"Junior brother is modest." Master Qingwei smiled, "Junior brother is noble and pure, and he is proficient in chess, calligraphy, painting, flowers and plants. Everyone knows that you rule the disciples of the outer sect by convincing them with virtue, not by force."

"No, I dare not take it." Song Qianji felt embarrassed.

He stopped talking and walked the entire distance in silence.

"Wang Tugen and Bai Lianlian" appeared before the Dengwen Conference officially started, and he was targeted.

Apart from writing talismans at the pawn shop in Huawei City, he has never done anything out of the ordinary.

Customers abide by the rules, and the store "doesn't ask questions", so that the black shop can operate for a long time.

In his previous life, when he entered a black shop, it was like going home. He did a lot of black work selling stolen goods, and never had any accidents.

For the first time in my life, the car overturned.

Not only that, but everything is different.

At this moment in his previous life, in order to avoid Huawei Sect's pursuit order, he hid in Huawei City pretending to be a beggar and a disabled person, and narrowly escaped death many times.

In this life, he will be aboveboard and leave through the right door.

In his previous life, the comprehension world respected him and called him "Song Qianji who never dies in a hundred battles".However, in the hearts of some great sect monks and aristocratic families, he will always be a "loose cultivator with mud legs", who can only subdue people with martial arts, similar to the nouveau riche and big boss of ordinary mortals.

In this life, he has actually become a man of talent and elegance. He likes playing chess, writing poems, and planting flowers, but he doesn't use martial arts.

Outrageous, really outrageous.

Chess Ghost's formation cheats, Calligrapher's Huachun Mountain, Qinxian's Qijueqin, and Sword God's strongest swordsmanship should all belong to the savior Wei Zhenyu.

Apart from this absolute protagonist, who else can take these great opportunities, a hot potato?

What is the savior up to now?Why don't you come and make a fortune?

Wei Zhenyu, you are really useless!

Song Qianji cursed in his heart.

……

Huawei City at the foot of the mountain, the Spring Breeze Ruyi Building.

The sleeping Wei Ping sniffled and sneezed softly, blowing out a strong smell of alcohol.

"Who scolds me?"

He muttered vaguely, pulled up the soft brocade quilt to cover his head, like an ostrich burrowing into a sandpit.

"Wei Ping, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Suddenly someone rushed into the wing and dragged him out of the warm nest.

The windows were opened, and the spring breeze entered the house, blowing away the smell of wine, balsam, and powder.

Wei Ping reluctantly opened his eyes.

He had just woken up, and although his facial features maintained the disguise of concealment, his eyes were black and shining, dazzling like a morning star.

Li Ergou couldn't help being stunned, and subconsciously let go of his hands.

The brilliance in Wei Ping's eyes flashed away.

He glared at the visitor angrily, and said angrily: "You come to the brothel to find girls, why are you looking for me?!"

Wei Ping finished cursing, kicked off the quilt and got out of bed.

His clothes were disheveled, revealing his smooth and strong chest. He grabbed the jug on the table and drank it to quench his thirst.

"I participated in the chess test as you taught, but the decisive game I played was not the most exquisite chess game in this Dengwen Conference." Li Ergou said.

Wei Ping was gurgling down his wine, his Adam's apple slipped quickly, and after hearing him finish, he coughed again and again:

"You, what are you talking about cough cough cough!"

Li Ergou hurriedly patted him on the back.

Wei Ping wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "If it's not you, who else could it be? A star fell from the sky?"

"I'll beat Yao An first, then Zhao Lin, but I can't beat this man." Li Ergou took out a jade slip from his bosom, and handed it to him with both hands:

"There was news from the Purple Cloud Temple that the chess ghost played a blind chess game with a younger generation at the Xingxing Stage on the night of the chess test. It was a rare game in a hundred years and repeated three times. The game record is here."

A well-made jade musical notation only sells for one Lingshi, which is equivalent to giving away for nothing to many masters.

Some people bought it for study, others bought it for collection, the first batch of jade slips came out, and they were sold out in an instant.

Li Ergou cherished this sheet music very much, and stretched out his hands to wait for it.

He remembered Wei Ping's careless and extremely arrogant look on his face when he made the promise, and he was afraid that the other party would become angry and throw the jade slip in anger.

When they met by chance, he couldn't figure out Wei Ping's temper, let alone guess Wei Ping's background.

Wei Ping was not angry, and frowned for a while, the hangover drowsiness gradually subsided, and his eyes became brighter and brighter:

"Interesting, interesting!"

"This game is called 'Picking the Stars and Three Tribulations'." Li Ergou admired him deeply. After he got the game record, it took him half an hour to push it to the subtle point. Hero post; when you see a chessboard, everyone fights to pick the star book."

"What is a hero post?" Wei Ping asked.

"The whole world of comprehension knows, but you don't?" Li Ergou said in surprise, "The post of a hero is the four lines of poem Song Qianji left on the platform for picking stars, here is the rubbing."

Wei Ping opened it: "I plan to make the spring breeze drunk..."

After reading four sentences, his wine was completely sober.

"Why are three words missing? What is worse than seeking immortality?" Wei Ping said angrily,

"This is a remnant! Who sold it to you? The rubbings are not complete, what a shame!"

"It was originally a fragment. No one can guess the last three words. Maybe the person who wrote this poem didn't know it himself." Li Ergou scratched his head, and he smiled honestly, "I think the author left it blank on purpose. Maybe He wanted to say, although my monks seek the truth and long life, there must always be one thing or one person in our hearts, which is more important than seeking immortality and becoming a god. If you give up everything for the immortal journey, even if you become enlightened, you will not be consummated... "

Wei Ping didn't speak, thinking that the meaning of the pen was not broken, there must be more words behind it.It's just been erased, or hidden away.

Li Ergou said: "Because the three characters are left blank, everyone who sees the hero's post sees themselves, not the original poet. This post will be passed down for generations, just like the unfinished "Fengxue" "Entrance Song"."

Wei Ping buckled down the jade slips and rubbings, and sighed: "I thought you learned my game of chess, although it is not enough to compete with the strong ones of the seniors, but the same age and the same generation can sweep the invincible... Count me as a chess player."

"No, it's not your fault!" Li Ergou said, "Song Qianji used to have a low level of cultivation and a low reputation. It was not until the Dengwen Conference that he was born out of nowhere. No one could have predicted this. The hero post is his. It was written that the Three Tribulations of Reaching the Stars was done by him, and Meng Heze was taught by him. Except for He Xianzi, the leader of the piano test, he dominated the other three tests and surpassed everyone."

Wei Ping raised his eyebrows and smiled, curious: "What's his name? Say it again."

"Song Qianji, where the dragon dives in the deep, the machine becomes like a god's machine." Li Ergou said.

"Song Qianji." Wei Ping repeated in a low voice, "Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"I have no chance to see you." Li Ergou said, "It is said that the two seniors of Shu Sheng Qi Gui intend to accept him as an apprentice. Everyone is speculating on his choice, and someone has already started a bet. Now put on your clothes and bring enough spirits. Shi goes downstairs, and there is still a game to bet on!"

Wei Ping was stunned, he was genuinely happy and thankful, but also a little bit lost and bewildered.

His smile disappeared suddenly, his expression was distressed, and he stared at Li Ergou: "According to the previous agreement, if the matter fails, you come here to find me, and I will refund you twenty spirit stones. Do you want money now? What else do you want to learn?" ?”

Li Ergou shook his head: "You have taught me enough. No matter how much, I can't learn."

Wei Ping said impatiently: "Otherwise, I'll help you kill someone? You choose an enemy, the one worth twenty spirit stones!"

"Really no need!" Li Ergou was taken aback, "I am very grateful to you, if I hadn't met you, I would be just a poor monk with no school name.

Wei Ping smiled lightly: "Since that's the case, why don't you leave?"

Hearing his unceremonious order to chase away guests, Li Ergou felt complicated: "I don't understand, why do you still live like this with such ability? If you show up in person, you might be able to beat that Song Qianji! When you meet an opponent, you Don't want to meet him?"

Wei Ping is too strange, full of mysteries.

Like a rogue who eats his last meal and doesn't finish his meal, he occasionally makes a name for others or kills others for others, spends a few pieces of Lingshi, and does everything according to his whim.

Interest comes and goes quickly.

"Wei Ping, isn't that your real name?" Li Ergou asked.

"Wei Zhen, Wei Fake, Wei Ping and Wei Fan, is it important? Is there a difference?" Wei Ping took another sip of wine, his eyes became sharper, "You have never seen me when you leave this gate."

"I understand." Li Ergou stopped talking and nodded with difficulty, "Anyway, I don't remember what you look like, and no one can tell. Take care."

After Li Ergou left, Wei Ping finished a pot of wine while admiring the jade slips and rubbings.

Then he slowly got up and knocked on the wall:

"My friend next door, sticking to the wall to eavesdrop on what others are saying, isn't it very polite?"

Suddenly there was a muffled sound across the wall, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground.

But after a while, a young cultivator in brocade clothes and jeweled jewels pushed the door open and said with an apologetic smile, "I didn't do it on purpose. The building is designed like this, so that it is convenient for guests to listen to the corners for fun."

For Zhao Jiheng, Chunfeng Ruyi Building is his second home.

His time here is much longer than his time in Hua Wei Sect.He is familiar with every plant and tree here, every drink, every tune, and every guest room, and he knows more about Hua Weizong's exercises.

When he saw the leader of the chess test going upstairs, he thought he was meeting someone of the same kind, but he looked serious, not like he was looking for a girl.

After Li Ergou entered the door, he flashed into the next door curiously, and quietly opened the sound transmission tube to listen.

At this time, seeing that Wei Ping was not annoyed, the smile on his face became wider, with the excitement of discovering the secret:

"You taught Li Ergou's chess skills, right?"

Wei Ping also smiled: "Do you want to learn?"

"I..." Zhao Jiheng just opened his mouth when his neck felt cold and his whole body became stiff.

The icy sword energy penetrated the skin and penetrated into the bone marrow, and his hair stood up instantly, as if he was being pinched by a pair of giant hands.

Turning his gaze down, he saw a sword.

It turned out to be just a low-level sword?It can make him unable to move.

At the critical moment, Zhao Jiheng's rusty mind turned rapidly.

This sword looks familiar!

Where have you seen it?

"Who are you? Why are you holding Song Qianji's sword?!"

Wei Ping was startled: "Whose sword?"

That night at the pawnbroker's shop, this dilapidated low-grade sword was placed side by side on the table with several dazzling famous pianos inlaid with pearls, foil and precious stones.

Like a gray pheasant falling in a group of phoenixes, it is inconspicuous.

But he fell in love with it at a glance and thought it was very eye-catching, so he made a fool of himself and forcibly bought it from the pawn shop.

It turned out that Song Qianji also went to the black shop that night, and left behind a "profiteer's talisman".

It turned out that they almost met each other.

"Song Qianji, this is Song Qianji's sword!" Zhao Jiheng was crying, "Did he send you to kill me?"

Wei Ping withdrew his hand, stroked his sword and smiled, and said to himself: "It really is destined."

Zhao Jiheng's legs went limp, he gasped violently, his face was like gold paper.

After escaping, he got up with hands and feet: "I have, I have a lot of spiritual stones, and I will give them all to you! You can help me once, just like you helped Li Ergou, okay?!"

He thought that Wei Ping was talking about a predestined relationship with him.

Wei Ping looked at him with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Jiheng: "Help me kill Song Qianji?"

The hateful Song Qianji, the terrible Song Qianji.

This idea lingered in his mind for a long time, and finally blurted out today.

Wei Ping said, "No."

"Why? Are you afraid of him?!"

"It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's just that the Huawei mountain breeze in spring is too cool!" Wei Ping stretched his waist and tidied up his messy clothes, "Let's wait until midsummer."

"You can wait for the meal, but you can't wait for this matter!" Zhao Jiheng reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

But saw that figure flashed and floated out of the window.

Zhao Jiheng ran to the window and looked down.

The long street is the same as before, with a flow of people and traffic.

That person blended into it, like a drop of water into the sea, without a trace.

He vaguely heard a burst of laughter and a few out-of-key singing: "A thousand scenes of joy and ten thousand scenes of drunkenness, a prodigal son on earth and an immortal in heaven."*

Zhao Jiheng supported the window frame and shook his head suddenly.

He was shocked to find that he could no longer remember the man's appearance.

No matter how hard I tried to recall, that ordinary face was always blurred.

Was it a dream?

There has never been a strange man named Wei Ping, and Li Ergou, the leader of the chess test, has never been there.

I'm not sober yet.

Zhao Jiheng went downstairs in a trance and almost tripped.

Along the way, friends greeted and beauties blocked him, but he ignored them and stood on the street in a daze.

Suddenly there was a burst of smoke and dust, and a person wearing Huaweizong's deacon uniform rushed towards him: "Deacon Zhao is seriously injured, stop playing, and follow me back!"

Zhao Jiheng was shocked, and immediately threw the strange thing out of the blue:

"It's such an emergency, what's the use of looking for me first? Hurry up and send Chishui Peak to find the peak master Zhao Taiji, and ask for a life-extending Yangyang Pill!"

The reporting deacon's face turned blue and white, and he cried anxiously: "The man, the man was injured by Master Zhao Feng's anger."

"How is it possible?!" Zhao Jiheng murmured, "I'm still dreaming, right?"

This terrifying cultivation world!