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In spring, Wei Ping walked on Huawei City Street.

The trees on both sides of the street are shady, the birds chirp on the trees, and the vendors under the trees push carts to sell.

The hustle and bustle of the Dengwen Yahui is not over yet, monks who cannot go to Mount Huawei without invitations can only gather in the city.

They wear costumes from all over the world, speak various accents, and are equipped with various weapons.

Any monk, who can cultivate, always has some attractive temperament and characteristics that are beyond ordinary people.

Except Wei Ping.

He walks sluggishly, has an ordinary face, and wears shabby clothes.Even if you pass him by, you will never look back at him for a second time.

Wearing straw sandals and holding a broken sword, he swims against the current like a fish, passing through the sea of ​​people and turning into the quiet old street.

Deep in the old street, the black pawn shop has been closed for a long time.The fallen flowers in front of the steps are swept up by the spring breeze from time to time.

There is one less place in the world where he can be cheated, cheated, mix spirit stones, and kung fu.

Wei Ping stood at the door for a while, then suddenly laughed:

"Whoever is the enemy of the heroes in the world, it is better to seek immortality - have a glass of wine!"

He still thinks about the hero post.

Song Qianji, who wrote this poem, was the most unlucky ghost in the world to be targeted by those two old guys.

salvation?Is this what people do?

Wei Ping gloated and felt a little disappointed.

It was as if those two old fellows said to him directly, do you think you are a unparalleled genius, without you the world is hopeless?

You are not as good as Song Qianji.What you can't do, he can do.

The wandering young man said to himself: "It's hard to buy a free body with a thousand dollars. Ziyun Temple and Qingya Academy are all boring places. How can I sleep comfortably in a brothel?"

Having said that, when he has money, he sleeps in a brothel with beauties, and when he has no money, he sleeps in the gutter with mice.He could sleep anywhere anyway.

The boy left home, abandoned everything, broke the rules, changed his name, and concealed his appearance.

Come and go alone, like a falling flower in the spring breeze, a wild cat in a deep alley.

Even if he taught a thousand Li Ergous and became famous for 1 monks, no one would know him, he was just playing around with a few spirit stones.

Wei Ping likes this kind of life, he is much more comfortable and happy than when he was Wei Zhenyu.

He walked out of the old street and plunged into the casino again.

The casino is resplendent and resplendent, crowded with people, and the sky is filled with excitement.As Li Ergou said, people are betting who Song Qian will learn as his teacher.

In the center of the hall, hangs a copy of the "Hero Post".Spirit stones poured onto the gambling table like flowing water.

Zhuang He yelled loudly: "Scholar gamblers, go to this table. Chess gamblers, go to that table."

Wei Ping stood between the two tables.

He hadn't met Song Qianji yet, and was wondering what kind of person Song Qianji was.

But that person's reputation is flourishing, his body is full of brilliance, and he is about to go to Ziyun Temple or Qingya Academy, where he will be raised by tens of thousands of people.

It may not be easy to meet each other.

"Could it be that there are only two roads left in the world?" Wei Ping suddenly shouted, "Is there no third way?"

Could it be that one can only abide by the rules of the family and rely on the power of the sect, and can't one person walk a path?

This question has never been answered since he left home.

He was dressed in shabby clothes and looked like he had no money. Naturally, no one would pay attention to him in a place like a casino.

Only two people answered: "Yes, you can still bet that he won't worship either!"

"One pays ten, the price is very high, but only fools buy it!"

Wei Ping turned his head and saw that these two people were wearing the costumes of the Discipline Hall of Huawei Sect, winking and winking, their expressions were excited, and they were more enthusiastic and devoted than the dealer.

"Who are you two?"

"Under Qiu Dacheng."

"Let's look at the mountain under Xu Xu. You are a novice, right? A novice is strong and lucky. Can you guide us for a few rounds later?"

The two led him to a corner, pointing to a small table: "Buy him and don't ask for both, just get down there."

"I'll buy it." Weiping bet a piece of Lingshi.

"One piece is not enough to bet." The croupier at the table glanced at him and threw the spirit stone to him, like dismissing a beggar.

"I only have one piece." Wei Ping scratched his head, knowing that he would save a little last night.

"It starts at three yuan, fellow daoist, can you find two more yuan?" Xu Wangshan said, "If it's not enough, there is a pawn shop next door, and your low-level sword can still be worth ten yuan."

Wei Ping rummaged through his pockets to find his bag, groping around: "Wait a minute."

"Yes, yes!" He finally threw out a storage bag and threw it to Qiu and Xu, "Hold me a deposit."

The reward for killing others last month has not been spent, and he forgot that he still has money.

Qiu Dacheng readily agreed: "Yes!"

The croupier weighed it down, opened it hastily, his face changed suddenly, and his voice trembled slightly: "One, ten thousand?!"

"What ten thousand?" Xu Wangshan was startled, "It's just in case!"

He just wanted to pick a stunned young man to talk to.According to years of experience in casinos, such people are usually the luckiest.

Just like betting on all the markets in the martial arts test behind Song Qian's fuselage, he and Qiu Dacheng like to bet with this kind of person the most.

The croupier said loudly: "These two bid [-], and no one will ask for Song Qianji!"

The boiling casino was instantly dead silent, and countless surprised eyes shot at the two of them.

It's like a big fool looking to see where he is coming from.

Oh, it's the most famous big gambler of Huawei Sect, that's fine.

Xu Wangshan hurriedly waved his hands: "No, it's not us! It's—"

Turning his head again, there was a sea of ​​people, and the boy who placed the bet had disappeared.

"Did he report his family just now?!" Qiu Dacheng asked.

"No!" Xu Wangshan was frightened: "Do you remember his appearance?"

Qiu Dacheng shook his head with a rattle: "I don't remember!"

……

Song Qianji walked towards Song Yuan with the mood of going to the grave.

There was no one behind him.The masters of Ziyun Temple and Qingya Academy, led by the temple master and the dean, waited silently outside the flower path.

The courtyard is very quiet.The small wooden sign engraved with the word "Song Yuan" swayed in the wind, like a beautiful wind chime.

He could feel two extremely powerful and thick auras passing through the door panel to the copper ring, touching his hand pushing the door.

He pushed the door open anyway.

He is the master of Song Yuan.

The old man in black stood under the eaves, looking down at the graceful money leaves and the colorful and smooth rain flower stones in the water tank.

The old man in white stood under the flower stand, looking up at the wisteria flowers all over the stand, and the white butterflies shuttling among the flowers.

The moment he opened the door, both of them turned their heads and stared at him.

"Hello, seniors." Song Qianji said hello first, with eyes as hot as the sun.

He put half a volume of chess records and a treasure box on the stone table.

This scene is really like a full moon drawing lots.He suddenly wanted to laugh and held back.

"Old man—" "I—"

The two old men spoke at the same time, refusing to give in to each other, and looked at each other coldly.

Song Qianji: "Let me tell you first, I already know why the two seniors came here, thanks to..."

"That's right, the old man wanted to see you for a long time." The scholar interrupted him, and said with a smile: "Yahui calligraphy and painting test, I really came because of you."

Chess Ghost sneered in his heart, what's the use of hinting that he came first at this time.

Accepting apprentices is not a treat for dinner, is it also about first-come, first-served?

"Acknowledge the mistake..."

Song Qianji spoke again, but was interrupted by the book sage again:

"The old man heard that you want a mountain? When you become my disciple, don't talk about Huachun Mountain, and then use your magical powers as a teacher to refine an overseas fairy mountain for you, named Ningqiu. From now on, you will have two pieces of space. Magic weapon!"

Song Qianji was speechless.

Uncle, who is serious about putting it in a box?

Can it be a serious mountain in a box?

"Cough, the two space artifacts are amazing? You can only fly out and hit people!" The chess ghost shouted, "The ultimate formation can control the direction of the wind, the flow speed of the water, and the space within the formation belongs to you. Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to live and die if you only thought about it?"

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, earth-shattering, as if he wanted to cough up his internal organs.

Song Qianji was slightly startled, and quickly poured hot tea for him: "Master, slow down."

The tea is crude tea with an astringent taste, and the water is well water with an earthy smell.The cup cracked a small chip.

Chess ghost has never drunk, and no one dared to make him drink such a bad tea.

But he drank it down in one gulp, smiled and sighed: "It's so refreshing and sweet apprentice tea, so young."

"Cough cough cough." Song Qianji coughed this time.

The book sage pointed at the chess ghost's nose and cursed: "You, you're making another trick!"

"Last time I said, I am a chess ghost, so what kind of tricks can I come up with? Is it a beauty trick?"

Song Qianji listened to the two scolding each other.

In his previous life, he died before he lived long enough to need apprentices and heirs.

Although he didn't quite understand the mentality of the other party, he could feel their firm intentions.

"Thanks to the wrong love!" He suddenly raised his voice, completely interrupting the dispute between the two: "This junior has no intention of learning from the two seniors, let alone worshiping the two as teachers."

"What did you say?" The book sage stared at him incredulously, "Don't be afraid of this old ghost, and don't be afraid of offending me. Who exactly do you want to worship? Tell the truth. It's about your future, don't make mistakes."

Song Qianji shook his head: "I don't want to." He looked at the same dazed old man in black, "I wrote it last night. It's better to seek immortality—"

Grow potatoes.The chess ghost answered in his heart.These three words are unknown to the world, but he witnessed them with his own eyes.

He lowered his head and saw two potato flowers swaying in the vegetable field, fresh and lovely under the sun.

The old man frowned, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, as if trying to relieve the pain.

In the end, he only whispered: "Actually, I have expected it. You are too, right? Passionate."

His voice was tired.

The book sage is silent.

He remembered Song Qianji's calligraphy and painting test paper, a potato flower.The loveliness and vitality almost burst through the paper.

In the vegetable garden, the petals of two potato flowers trembled slightly, and the bright yellow flower cores were covered with crystal dew.

He could feel life burgeoning beneath the soil.

This vitality has overwhelmed him since he entered the vegetable garden.It almost gave an old man the illusion of returning to his prime.

Song Qianji smiled and said: "Huaweizong has given me a county, and I will go down the mountain tonight to my mortal fiefdom. From then on, I will live in the mortal world forever, and don't ask about the cultivation world."

"Are you willing to play?" The chess ghost looked at him gravely.

Shu Sheng stared at him sharply.

Are you willing to be at the pinnacle and have a reputation that everyone knows?Are you willing to let go of the wealth, resources, and power you could have?

"Never picked it up. Why give it up?" Song Qianji said.

The book sage was stunned, and sighed: "Okay, okay!"

Song Qianji held the treasure box in one hand and the chess record in the other, and handed them to the two respectively: "Senior, please."

"No!" The chess ghost refused to answer, and suddenly shouted, "A person like you, who has no one to teach, is simply reckless, and you have failed God!"

The book sage instantly understood.If the most talented junior lacks the teaching of the strongest, who can save the world in a hundred years?

Where will the turning point in the fate of the human race be?

Shusheng said: "You don't need to be a teacher, and you don't call me master, but you can't have no one to teach you, help you, and support you."

Song Qianji was stunned by this thought.

How can you still have a relationship with God?The height is pulled too high, right?

I am the life of a loose cultivator with mud legs, and the master Ziyun said that I am so cruel that the king of hell will not accept me, and I still need others to "help"?

"Don't dare bother the two seniors, the junior has already been taught."

"Who is it?!" The chess ghost and the book sage spoke at the same time.

Song Qianji thought to himself, you forced me to do this.

Xian Jianchen, how many crimes have been committed in your name.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Sword God!"

"Xian Jianchen?!" The chess ghost slapped the table, "He's not dead yet!"

"He should have been struck by lightning!" The book sage looked up to the sky and scolded, "Did you hear that? You are one step faster to destroy the god of transformation, and you are one step faster to rob the apprentice. Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Song Qianji was taken aback.I thought to myself, how much hatred is this between you two?

But the expressions of the two of them changed, from anger to hatred, their aura gradually calmed down, and finally their expressions stayed in relief.

"If he is also involved in this matter..." Chess Ghost sighed in a low voice.

The book sage continued: "The old man is half relieved."