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It was late at night.

The lights in the various courtyards of the Immortal Official's Mansion gradually went out, and the voices of people gradually became quieter.

Qianqu County is dusty, and the moonlight is not clear.Yunguang hazily penetrated through the clouds, like the ethereal dreams of the disciples.

The many plants and trees in Songyuan are not sleeping. They have just moved to a new home, and they are silently taking root in the unfamiliar soil, trying to breathe new air.

As the saying goes, "Trees move to die, and people move to live." In fact, plants and trees are just like people. They are all delicate and immature in the glass cover. When they really reach the situation of poor mountains and rivers, they have to bury their heads and find a way.

A faint candlelight on the stone table flickered in the wind, and the faces of the two chess players also flickered with the wind.

The criss-crossing chessboard lines, the warm black and white pieces, the sitting Song Qianji, and Ji Chen wiping his sweat.

Every time Ji Chen takes a step, he must think carefully and repeatedly calculate.

His calculations seemed to be in vain. They played three consecutive rounds, and he was killed in each round.

But he still finds it interesting, as if a door is slowly opening, and he is entering a brand new world.

It made him feel like he wasn't quite a piece of shit.

Song Qianji is actually not easy. He has a specialization in art, and he is always afraid of delaying the other party's talent when he introduces the future master.

So he said as little as possible and let Ji Chen think more.

In the wind, there are only the sound of insects and crisp falling, and occasionally the lights burst and crackle.

Song Qianji raised his head and looked at the hazy moon in the sky: "Let's go down here first tonight."

Ji Chen was feeling overjoyed, and reluctantly left the chessboard: "Brother Song has been bothering you for a long time, it's time to say goodbye..."

"Wait." Song Qianji took out a booklet without a cover from his arms, turned to a certain page, and pointed it to Ji Chen.

"Is this a chess record?"

"It's the formation. The secret book of the formation left by the chess ghost."

Ji Chen said in astonishment: "That's a treasure. Brother Song wants to teach me how to set up an array?"

He looked at it by the faint candlelight, and said with a wry smile, "Brother Song treats me well and has good intentions, but I still don't know how to play chess. I'm afraid I won't be able to learn such a difficult thing."

Years of failure in learning calligraphy, painting and talismans severely damaged his self-confidence.

Song Qianji comforted: "It's not difficult. Use the formation materials to mobilize the aura and control the space, that's the formation."

He tapped the yellowed paper with his fingertips: "Let's learn the 'sleeping formation' first tonight, if someone comes, you can treat him with this for me."

"Okay, Brother Song for advice." Ji Chen nodded solemnly.

Sometimes the more nervous a person is, the easier it is to be distracted.

Ji Chen tried his best to concentrate, but couldn't help but think about who would come here uninvited in the middle of the night?

To set up a trap, those who come must be enemies rather than friends.

How dare I face the enemy in actual combat after talking about soldiers on paper tonight and learning the formation method?

Song Qianji saw something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

He fidgeted, lowered his head and picked his hands: "If I make a mistake..."

Song Qianji smiled: "I'll cover the whole story for you."

Ji Chen suddenly raised his head and stared at him blankly until the circles of his eyes were reddish.

Song Qianji was startled, and the shadow fell again, thinking to himself, is he going to cry again?

Where am I doing wrong?How about I preemptively and admit my mistake first?

But Ji Chen said in a low voice: "Only my father said this to me."

When his father was still alive, why did he ever look forward and back and shrink back.

No matter what you do, how big a disaster you get into, you have never been afraid, because you know that there is someone standing behind you, always covering for him.

……

In the middle of the night, the hazy moon shadow becomes clear.

A huge bat fluttered its wings, flew over the wall, and fell into the hall with multiple buildings.

The wings are like knives, and the branches and leaves are flying.

When it landed on the ground, its face was exposed under the moonlight, showing disdain. It turned out that it was not a bat, but a human being.

Zhao Ren restrained his breath and walked into the small courtyard step by step, thinking that the kid surnamed Song didn't have any great skills, he couldn't subdue the large formation of the guard house, so he couldn't come and go freely.

The courtyard looks deserted, but in fact there is a hidden formation, which can isolate the prying eyes of the spiritual sense.And the entrance to his treasury is going down the well.

I don't know why Song Qianji went crazy, but in just half a day, the place has changed and is full of vegetables and flowers.

He could feel that the entrance to the treasury was not opened, and the contents inside must still be intact, which made him feel relieved.

Zhao Ren's footsteps were silent, and through a wisteria trellis, he vaguely saw Song Qianji's figure.

The shadows of the flowers were graceful, and the man was leaning on the recliner with his eyes half closed, as if he had fallen asleep while watching the moon.

After he fell asleep, his thin body fell into the recliner, and he really looked like a 15-year-old immature boy.

Zhao Ren was about to go into the well to fetch treasures when he suddenly had a change of mind.

Song Qianji caused big trouble. The family and sect wanted to get rid of it quickly, but they were unable to do so.

The reason is very simple. Firstly, he is very famous, so killing him is unreasonable, and secondly, he is backed by the mountains, so killing him is afraid of revenge.

He couldn't kill him in the open, and he never had the chance to assassinate him.

During the day, everyone saw himself leaving Qianqu County with their own eyes, and no one saw him turn back.

On a dark and windy night, there happened to be a formation in this courtyard. At this time, Song Qianji, who was alone, was removed without anyone noticing.

It is a great achievement for the family and the sect.

There are many good things on Song Qian's fuselage.Although it is a great opportunity for the saint to leave the treasure, it is too conspicuous, and I am afraid that there will be endless troubles if he takes it.

But the 20 spirit stones did not have Song's surname written on them, so whoever got them would get them.

The thought of killing flashed by, but he didn't act recklessly.

Press the hilt of the sword with five fingers, weigh the risks repeatedly, and think about whether it is worth fighting for.

The wind blows the flowers and falls, and the dark fragrance floats.

Behind the flower stand, Song Qianji suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze pierced through the shadow of the flower, and fell on him.

"Not good!" Zhao Ren made a decisive decision, jumped up on the spot, and flew into the night sky like a bat with wings.

"what!"

There was a scream in the air, and the bat broke its wings and fell.

His sword was half drawn, and he didn't have time to draw it out of its sheath.

The aura of the small courtyard changed suddenly, and the wind was surging.

Fine golden lines shoot out from the roof tiles, wall corners, flower stands, and stone tables at the same time, overwhelming and criss-crossing.

It was as if a net had been dropped, trapping Zhao Ren tightly in the center, unable to move.

It's too bad, it's a sleepy formation, and he was terrified.

Where did Song Qianji find the formation master who could form the formation in half a day?

"Brother Song, the net is caught!" A person jumped out of the thick night and said excitedly, "He really can't get out!"

"It's you kid!" Zhao Ren recognized Ji Chen, his eyes spit fire, "Okay, let me be wrong, you..."

But Ji Chen's next words almost made him vomit blood: "It's my first formation, Brother Song! Our formation was assembled, and it turned out to be okay."

"Not bad." Song Qianji finally got up from the reclining chair, pulled on his shoes and walked in front of Zhao Ren, "Good evening, fellow Daoist Zhao."

Good for your size.

"Junior Brother Song, there was a misunderstanding!" Zhao Ren also laughed, and his tone was threatening, "Don't be kidding, get rid of this formation, or else I will forcibly break the formation, brother, and the formation master will suffer backlash."

Ji Chen was a little nervous, but he didn't want to show his timidity: "You sneaked in in the middle of the night, you must have no good intentions."

"I'll get my own stuff!" Zhao Ren said confidently.

Song Qianji shook his head: "It's not yours, it's Qianqu's."

"The entire Qianqu is mine!" Zhao Ren gritted his teeth.

"Qianqu belongs to Qianqu."

Seeing that Song Qianji was indifferent, Zhao Ren's expression turned cold:

"Song Qianji, I am the direct descendant of the family. If you dare to hurt me, the Zhao family in Tianbei County will demand your life!"

Song Qianji saw that his mind was not very good, sighed, and patiently reasoned with him:

"In the daytime, you left in public in anger. Who knew you had come back? No one, right? You are a Golden Core cultivator, and no one in Qianqu County has a higher level of cultivation than you. Who can kill you? Instead, people outside Qianqu County It's a poisonous barrier forest, where ferocious beasts come and go, and the monks who were buried in the mouths of the beasts couldn't find their bones..."

Zhao Ren shuddered, the hidden formation in this courtyard was originally his proud creation, but now he is so angry with hatred.

Song Qianji said: "I just want to ask you for something, you can understand it as money for your life, how about it?"

Well, the lion opened his mouth, didn't he.

"I won't buy it! How can I be threatened by you little bitch?" Zhao Ren sneered, "I won't give you a dime. I don't believe you dare to do anything. Come on, kill me if you have the guts!"

He stretched his neck, his eyes were about to split open, and he was as vicious as a ghost.

Ji Chen had never seen this before, and couldn't help being scared back two steps.

Seeing this, Zhao Ren laughed triumphantly: "I don't even have full hair, and I'm still extorting like others... Ahhh!"

He suddenly let out a shrill scream like a pig being killed.

"Ah!" This was Ji Chen's exclamation.

"Stand behind me, be careful not to splash you." Song Qianji said.

A bamboo strip cut in half, with a sharp tip, pierced through Zhao Ren's shoulder blade and protruded from behind.

Song Qianji slowly pulled out the bamboo stick, with the same expression on his face, without blinking his eyes.

This is the bamboo he had just cut in the afternoon, and the scraps left over from the new fence.

Holding it in his hand at this moment, its length and width are like a sword.

A blunt knife hurts the flesh, and a bamboo strip with wooden thorns is naturally more painful.

Zhao Ren knelt down on the ground, his teeth were chattering, his face was pale, and blood gushed like a fountain.

Song Qianji leaned down, took Zhao Ren's hand, and put it on his shoulder: "Come on, press here hard, so that the blood will flow more slowly. Press it yourself, and I won't help you. Don't panic, this little blood, You can't die within a stick of incense. Fellow Daoist Zhao, I have some small conditions, I hope you can listen to them."

Song Qianji got up and lit a stick of incense with bloody hands.

Sparks flickered, and faint smoke drifted.

Zhao Ren's eyes were red and he cursed loudly, but the pain made him burst into tears.

The scolding was unbearable, Song Qianji glanced at the pale-faced Ji Chen, took away Zhao Ren's hand, and gave him another "sword".

Two adjacent wounds overlap.

Zhao Ren couldn't curse this time, he just opened his mouth wide and shouted silently.

"It's easy to cure at this level, and it won't leave sequelae, and it won't affect the use of swords in the future." Song Qianji comforted, "Zhao Daoyou, Brother Zhao, we have no grievances or enmities, and no one wants such a thing to happen. In fact, we have the same purpose, we both want to end this pain as soon as possible, right?"

He is telling the truth.

There are some things he has done very skillfully in his previous life, but he is unwilling to do the same thing again in this life.

Proficiency does not mean hobby.

He wants it resolved as soon as possible.

He helped Zhao Ren press the wound again.

Zhao Ren seemed to see the devil and cried like a child who lost his mother.

Song Qianji, is he still human?

Why did he keep his face and heart beating even though he was ruthless?

Seeing that Song Qianji was about to strike him again, Zhao Ren yelled, "Say the number! Say it!"

Song Qianji nodded: "That's right. You don't have these things, but you can write a letter and raise money from other places. I know you can do it."

"Say it!" Zhao Ren covered his bleeding arm, "I agree to everything."

Song Qianji said: "Three thousand catties of millet, three thousand heads of livestock, three thousand saplings, three thousand catties of wheat..."

The more Zhao Ren listened, the more dazed he became, and he even suspected that he was hallucinating. Can these things buy my life?

Watching his changing expression, Ji Chen couldn't help laughing.Suddenly he was taken aback, thinking what did Brother Song do before, where did he practice these methods?

If I were Zhao Ren, would I still be able to laugh?

Fortunately, Brother Song is my good brother.

……

The village is very lively at dawn.

Rooster crows and dogs bark loudly and intertwined, and smoke from cooking chimneys slowly rises into the clouds.

The woman stood in front of the stove cooking bean paste.

The bean paste tastes bitter and rough, but fortunately it is full.

The child followed behind her: "Mother, when will my father come back?"

"In a few days." The woman smiled, "The more obedient you are, the sooner your father will come back."

"How long is that?" Xiaohu reluctantly said, "I'm already very good."

The woman couldn't answer, and her smile couldn't hide her worry.

The new immortal official didn't know what kind of temper he had, and he wondered if something would happen.

"Huanniang, Huanniang!" The sound of knocking on the door and shouting suddenly sounded from more than one person, "Happy event!"

Huanniang hurriedly opened the door, and saw that half of the village had come.

The last time so many people gathered in front of the house was when Liu Carpenter's legs were discounted.

"The village chief, his uncle, his third uncle, what happened?"

"Happy news. The new immortal official personally appointed Liu Er to be a farmer. The news spread in Tiancheng. The Quyuanli he presented is a treasure!"

"The fairy official wants to heal his legs and inspect Qianqu with him, so he's coming to our place too!"

"There is a big farmer in our village, you and Xiaohu will enjoy the blessing!"

Xiaohu didn't understand, but he knew it was a good thing, so he kept clapping his hands.

"Really?" Huanniang was overjoyed, but asked cautiously, "Sinong or the village chief, which one is bigger?"

"Sinong University of course!" The old village head laughed, "Si Nong is a high official!"

"Sinong or the village head, which one is older?"

"It's still Si Nong University! Don't think about it, Si Nong only listens to the fairy officials, and Quan Qianqu walks sideways. When the township chief sees him, he will kowtow and call him the old man! Huanniang, the village ruffian dare not come to bully again is you!"

"Sinong is so big, is there really such a good thing..." Huanniang looked dazed, her smile disappeared suddenly, and she exclaimed: "Did he be beaten to death and never come back, so you lied to me like this? To be honest, Is he still alive?!"

"Heavenly City is coming!"

Another cry sounded, from far to near, the messenger ran in the morning mist:

"People are coming from Tiancheng! They are here to distribute food!"