salted fish soaring

"Si Li, I will write a letter myself. You send someone to bring a heavy gift to Hongfu County, and give it to Hongfu's Sijun. He will report to Liu Xianguan. Keep it hidden."

It should be the case when Li comes out.

To the east of Qianqu is adjacent to Hongfu County, the immortal official's surname is Liu, he was born in Mingxia Peak of Huawei Sect, and he is the brother of Liu Hongfeng, the great elder of the Discipline Hall.

Ten years ago, there was a severe drought in Qianqu County. The people of Qianqu County tried their best to move their families into Hongfu.However, the border guards were brutal. After catching the fugitives, they beat them to death and left their bodies on the border to expose themselves to the sun.

When the old man proposed to write to Liu Xianguan of Hongfu County, everyone immediately understood what he wanted to do.

"Grandpa Li, please think twice, this is tantamount to leading wolves to drive tigers away!"

"The one surnamed Song is not a good person, and the one surnamed Liu is not easy to dismiss."

"Hey, I still miss the surname Zhao the most. As long as Zhao Ren is given enough benefits, he will let go of everything. It's not like Song Qianji, our temple offering treasures is only short of trousers, but what did he do to us? He actually wants to implement it" Field mu tax' is such a vicious policy!"

Dealing with immortal officials for many years, I know that immortal officials are also mortals, and sometimes they are more greedy than mortals.

Cultivators from aristocratic families and sects devote themselves to cultivation, and their strength is extraordinary and refined. Because they are so extraordinary, they are almost ignorant of some common sense.

The rich people were not afraid of the immortal officials in their hearts, they pretended to be respectful and obedient, but they were always thinking about how to use the immortal officials.

Mrs. Li coughed heavily, and said in a deep voice:

"Leading wolves and driving tigers away? Yes, Song Qianji is a vicious tiger, and Liu Hongshan is a greedy wolf, but at least we know what Liu Xianguan wants. Who can explain what Song Qianji really wants?"

No one answered.

It is said that Song Qianji's Meng Heze has locked the gate of the temple and no one is allowed to visit.

Song Qianji didn't even allow mortals to kneel to him.

A monk doesn't even want offerings and incense, what else can he do?

What is a thousand catties per mu?He can't eat again.

"Song Qianji's behavior cannot be predicted at all. At the time of life and death, the only way to get a turn for the better is to take risks with soldiers and lure wolves by cutting flesh."

Seeing the heavy faces of the crowd, Grandpa Li shouted: "Cheer up and unite. The real struggle has not yet begun. The flesh is cut, and the blood is let out. Our land is here, and our family lives for generations. Here, we are the masters of Qianqu!"

"For the glory and dignity of the family inheritance, for your son to inherit the farm and granary, and for the good life of future generations..."

It was dark outside the hall, and the hall was brightly lit.

The atmosphere of confusion, fear, and anxiety receded like a tide, leaving only pairs of red, fierce eyes in the end.

"Song Qianji—" the old voice was lowered, but it echoed throughout the hall.

Everyone answered in unison: "Get out of Qianqu!"

……

It was only after Ji Chen came to Qianqu County that he truly felt enriched and renewed.

He can delve into the way of chess, learn formations from Song Qianji, change medicine for fellow Taoist Zhao Ren to heal his injuries, and use Zhao Ren as props to practice various formations by the way.

The outer disciples were very friendly to him, and no one discriminated against him or disciplined him.Where there are many young people, there is always extra vitality.

He believes that following Brother Song to Qianqu is full of wisdom and an unparalleled wise decision.

This is a million times happier than sitting at home waiting to die and being called trash behind your back.

"That's all for today." Song Qian closed the old chess record.

"Brother Song, I'm leaving." Ji Chen was rather reluctant, opened the homemade soundproof and ventilated manhole cover, and looked at the bottom of the well, "Zhao Daoyou, see you tomorrow."

Zhao Ren shivered violently, raised his head, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying:

"No, no need to see you, you really don't have to be so polite."

After Ji Chen left, Song Qianji squatted by the well and said with a smile:

"Brother Zhao, how is your injury?"

"Okay, it's all over!" Zhao Ren shouted quickly, "Senior Brother Song, Brother Song, I'll give you everything you want, and you asked me to swear with my Dao heart not to leak or retaliate, so I'll send it too, please You let me go!"

Song Qianji said: "Let's discuss it. How about you finish the last thing for me and I'll send you away?"

Just as Zhao Ren was about to agree, he showed despair again.

But I heard Song Qianji ask: "I wrote a letter, and you send it to the fairy official in Hongfu County next door for me."

It's that simple?

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Ren asked cautiously, "It's just a letter?"

His mind turned.

This time I carelessly admit to failure, but I heard that Liu Hongshan is about to break through the Nascent Soul stage.With that guy's cultivation base, no matter how exquisite the formation technique of the formation master in the Qi refining period is, he can't handle him.

He apologized and said with a smile: "Hongfu is rich, Liu Xianguan has made countless good things over the years, his family has a big business, and is so rich, you beat me, it's better to beat him!"

Song Qianji said sincerely: "Zhao Daoyou, I am a farmer, and I am not interested in blackmailing others."

Zhao Ren covered his shoulders and thought, and opened his mouth to say nonsense, I believe you are a ghost.

On the face, he nodded again and again: "Yes, I shouldn't use the heart of a monk to save the belly of a farmer!"

After Song Qianji came, he looked at a lot of maps.

The south of Hongfu County is flooded in spring, causing floods. If we can dredge the river, strengthen the embankment, and dig a canal to divert water from Hongfu County into the Qianqu, then the Qianqu will have water to irrigate the fields, and Hongfu will no longer suffer from floods. It is the best of both worlds.Qianqu can be regarded as a real canal, a small step away from "worthy of the name".

But this is just a proposal. If the other party disagrees, Song Qianji doesn't intend to force it.

He has a lot of ways, the worst is to dig canals to divert water from the poisonous forest.It took some effort to refine a set of water filter instruments to filter out toxins and impurities before the water flows into Qianqu County. Qianqu County also has water to irrigate the fields.

Thanks to the blessings of his previous life, he has so many skills that he doesn't overwhelm him, and he just happens to know a little about refining weapons.

The messenger talisman flew into the night sky, heading east.Zhao Ren heaved a sigh of relief, and said hopefully, "Senior Brother Song, can you remove the formation and let me go?"

"Senior Brother Song!" Another boy's voice sounded at the gate of Song Yuan.

"Wait." Song Qianji greeted Meng Heze.

"Hey, Brother Song!" Zhao Ren was unwilling, but the manhole cover above his head was still closed.

Come early or late, come at this time?Zhao Ren hated Meng Heze to death.

This grudge even exceeds Ji Chen.

As for Song Qianji?Against the backdrop of other people, Song Qianji is already a gentle and kind person.

"How's the situation?" Song Qianji asked, looking Meng Heze up and down.

Meng Heze's heart warmed up: "Brother Song is well planned, everyone is fine, so don't worry, brother!"

Song Qianji thought to himself, it's only natural for a father to be worried when his son travels thousands of miles.

Meng Heze took out a storage bag: "This is the edge of the poisonous miasma forest, all kinds of flowers and plants, according to the request of the brother, pick one of each."

Song Qianji took out a stack of talismans: "I'll replace them with these tomorrow."

"Everyone hasn't gone deep into the jungle, and the miasma-avoiding charms haven't been used up yet." Meng Heze whispered, "Brother, you don't have to work so hard."

"It's not hard." Song Qianji said.

Miasma-avoiding Talismans existed in the previous life, unlike self-created Spotlight Talismans, which need to be thought out, it is easy to create a Talisman by picking up a pen.

The outer disciples were divided into two teams, one team was led by two female cultivators and two gamblers, and sent chickens around.

The other team, led by Meng Heze, went to the northern border of Qianqu County - the poisonous miasma forest.

Because it is close to the boundary line and virgin forest, the air on the northern line of Qianqu is relatively humid, second only to Tiancheng.

Ordinary people's livelihood is nothing more than farming, picking, fishing, breeding, and hunting.

The natural condition of Qianqu is harsh, there are no fish to catch, no fruit to harvest, and the only way to survive is hunting with the fastest return.

But the miasma in the forest is poisonous, and the beasts are not ordinary, most of them are monsters.When a mortal enters the forest, he will die.

In recent years, monsters have become more and more rampant, coming out of the forest from time to time to prey on villagers and poultry, trampling and destroying fields wantonly.

"Have you gained anything today?" Song Qianji asked.

Meng Heze showed off: "Today we worked together to kill a first-level red-eyed wolf. The animal meat was distributed to the villagers. A bonfire was lit at the entrance of the village, and the whole village had an open-air barbecue. We were full! When everyone cooperates smoothly, we will be able to kill the wolf with wolf eyes." The first-order monster of the demon core!"

The best way to improve combat power is actual combat. Fighting monsters whose moves cannot be predicted can just hone combat skills and tactics.

The disciples of the outer sect felt that Senior Brother Song had a good intention, not only for the sake of everyone's cultivation, but also for the sake of safety. The miasma-avoiding talisman can resist miasma, and the light-focusing talisman can send a signal for help.

If the plan is complete and the method is proper, the poisonous miasma forest is a natural training ground.

Meng Heze also told a lot of interesting stories about hunting. He didn't let other disciples come so that he could show off by himself.

After Song Qianji listened patiently, he realized that the other party meant to ask for praise.

"Good job." He tried to boast, "Well, really good."

Meng Heze lifted his spirits, rolled up his sleeves and rushed to the stove: "I'll cook noodles for senior brother."

"All right." Song Qianji nodded.

He couldn't help thinking that after coming to Qianqu, he became a great fairy official in a county, and he had endless land to plant.

The surface is beautiful, but the backside is not to eat noodles.

It was late at night, but the smoke from the kitchen drifted into the night clouds, making the hazy moonlight even more hazy.

From the kitchen, there is the earthy aroma of wheat flour, the fragrance of green vegetables and shallots, and the slightly sour aroma of tomato soup.

Amidst the burning aroma of fireworks, Song Qianji sat at the stone table, carefully watching the vegetation brought by Meng Heze under the dim moonlight.

With these things, he can judge the current miasma situation in the forest based on experience.

For example, this small grass is smoky blue in color and its leaves are shaped like bells, so it is called miasma bell grass.

The denser the miasma, the heavier the color of its leaves.

It had been a hundred years since he entered the forest in his previous life, and the miasma bellweed on the edge of the forest was dark red, like coagulated fresh blood.

Now the situation is much better than he expected.

But it can be seen from this that the poisonous miasma has become more and more serious in the past century.

Song Qianji frowned slightly, is the world really getting worse?What caused this change to occur?

"Senior Brother Song, here we come!" the boy shouted.

The aroma of the soup rushed to his face, and Song Qianji put down the grass between his fingers.

He persuaded himself not to think about it.

In this life, he doesn't need to care about the world, he only needs to take care of the fields.

……

There are so many people who care about the world, and there is no shortage of Song Qianji.

After the Dengwen Conference ended, various factions left Huawei Sect one after another.A group of young people, famous or not, meet and separate.

He Qingqing accompanied the door to the Tiannanzhou Xianyin Gate, and her former classmates from the academy came to see her off, and warmly blessed her, saying that she is the senior sister who came out of Qingya.

"I want to hear you play the piano again in the future, but I won't tolerate it. Let's play another song for everyone after being a classmate." Someone suggested.

Everyone joined in, and the six sages of Qingya also joined in the fun, applauding loudly.

"If you invite me to play the piano, you have to ask me first." He Qingqing said calmly.

The faces of the classmates turned awkward in an instant, and they dispersed, saying behind their backs that she got to the sky by luck and put on airs frivolously.

He Qingqing actually didn't dare to be crazy.

After she entered the Xianyin Gate, her master, Fairy Jiangyun, went down the mountain for a long journey.

She lives alone in a high position, and she is cautious in every step, always afraid that she will not be a big sister and shame her master.

When it comes to training and playing the piano, she works harder than anyone else.

But the same sect has enjoyed the best resources since childhood, and his cultivation base is much higher than hers, so it doesn't make sense for her to catch up overnight.

It was late at night, but He Qingqing was still playing the strings, with a very focused expression.

The tea soup on the table was already cold, and the lanterns were already broken. Behind her, the maid Ping'er leaned against the wall and yawned sleepily.

"Eldest Sister, that person is back!" Another maid, Xing'er, entered the door and suddenly broke through a pool of stagnant water.

"Come in, please!" He Qingqing stood up suddenly.

A young disciple from the outer sect was brought in by Xing'er, with a timid expression on his face.

Adding tea and cutting candles to reopen the banquet, He Qingqing poured a cup of tea and handed it to the outer disciple:

"Don't worry, speak slowly."

The other party was a little panicked: "The disciple went down the mountain to inquire about the news of the Song Xianguan in Qianqu County according to the order of the elder sister. However, Qianqu County has been run by the Tianbei Zhao family for these years, and there is very little news about it."

"No news..." He Qingqing lowered her head, her eyes dimmed.

The outer disciple hesitated and said: "There is only one thing. I heard that Song Qianji sealed the temple and did not allow others to kneel to him. I don't know if it is true or not."

"It must be true!" He Qingqing laughed, "Thank you very much!"

"I've tried my best, but I dare not thank you, this disciple will resign!"

"Well, I'll see you off." He Qingqing said.

"Wait!" Xing'er called to stop her, and sent the outer disciple out first, "You wait outside the hall."

He Qingqing was puzzled.

Ping'er covered her mouth and smiled: "Elder Sister almost made a mistake again."

He Qingqing was startled: "What?"

"Xianyinmen is far down the mountain, so it's not easy to go down the mountain. The disciples of the outer sect run errands for the inner sect, and the fairies of the inner sect will always give some small things as rewards." Xing'er said, "You can't give them away empty-handed."

"Is this also a rule?" He Qingqing asked.

Ping'er earnestly persuaded: "It's not a rule, but everyone does it like this. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't reward it. If you find someone to do things in the future, you can still find them. It's just that you don't do it with so much dedication. They have a lot of effort, and they only do [-]% of it." , we can’t find any mistakes, right? It’s also about asking for news, you can ask for one sentence, or you can ask for ten sentences.

He Qingqing listened quietly and nodded slowly.

"How much does everyone reward?" she asked.

"How many are there depends on their status, family background, and cultivation. Among the fairies of the sect, Fairy Miaoyan is the most generous."

He Qingqing was a little curious: "How much does Senior Sister Miaoyan reward each time?"

She and Miao Yan call each other "Senior Sister", which is also a spectacle of Xianyinmen.

"Fairy Miao rewards 88 spirit stones each time, which is very auspicious."

He Qingqing was surprised: "Ah? So many?"

Her family is rich, but it was given by her master, and she always feels distressed when she spends it.

Ping'er persuaded: "Elder Sister is the face of our Lotus Peak, so don't be stingy. Why don't you reward 99 pieces in the future, ninety-nine will return to one, the lottery will be better, and it will be better than Fairy Miaoyan's one head, how about it?"

"That's all right." He Qingqing hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

Xing'er clapped her hands: "Disciples know that Elder Sister is very generous. If you send someone down the mountain to send a message to you in the future, you will rush to come. Your reputation must be getting higher and higher."

Nine-nine-to-one, 99.

He Qingqing pointed out a bag of spirit stones: "Give it to him."

The radiance of excitement on her face has faded, and there is a faint tiredness in her eyes, but no one can see it through the veil.

"Go down, I want to be alone for a while."

The two maids should be, and exit respectfully.

When they walked out of the palace, they looked at each other and smiled, and their respectful expressions disappeared.

Xing'er took out a spirit stone, raised her hand and threw it to the outer disciple who was running errands: "Elder Sister rewards you! Let's go!"

For the remaining 98 coins, the two laughed while dividing the bill:

"She's so easy to fool. Just add eight characters to everything, 'all rules' and 'for your own good', and nothing can't be done!"

"Looking at how fierce she was in the piano test at the Dengwen Conference, I thought this person would be difficult to serve. In fact, she treats her softly rather than hard, and if she is treated nicely and smoothly, she can be eaten to death."

"I was lucky enough to become a senior sister, and my cultivation level is not as high as mine. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world? I heard that senior sister Liaohua and the others are looking for an opportunity to punish her. We can also watch the excitement."

The Jiangyun and Wangshu factions of Xianyinmen have been split for a long time.After Jiang Yun accepted his personal disciples, he traveled far away in a hurry without teaching them for a day.

This disciple came from a low family background, was weak in cultivation, and looked as ugly as a ghost. With only one song "Song of Wind and Snow Entering the Battle", he shined brilliantly at the Dengwen Conference.

The piece is not extremely difficult, some people say that Immortal Miao Yan can play it better, He Qingqing just got lucky and got it first.

What is obtained by luck will always be lost by strength. Some people speculate that Jiang Yun accepted his disciples impulsively and regretted it.

Where He Qingqing couldn't see, these rumors took on wings and spread throughout the Xianyinmen.

Ping'er and Xing'er only chatted for a few words, and other people gathered together, covered their mouths and chuckled strangely, and the content quickly changed to other directions.

"She also inquired about Brother Song who is a master of both chess and calligraphy. It's just a daydream."

"It's better to dream bigger. I choose Ziye Manjusri. He looks good!"

"I heard that Brother Song is also good-looking, but who has seen it?"

"Song Qianji is well-known, but it's a pity that few have seen him personally, and even fewer have dealt with him..."

The outer disciple who was running errands did not go far, and no one cared whether he left or not.

He clenched his fist silently, a piece of spirit stone had edges and corners, and it hurt people's palms sharply.

……

He Qingqing leaned on the railing alone.

The night is vast, and the stars are scattered like flying snow.

It was clearly the beginning of summer, but she felt the slightest bit of chill, creeping into her bones with the night wind.

She lived in the Liuli Palace on Lianhua Peak, a gorgeous and exquisite residence, with piles of gold and jade, white mantles fluttering in the air, which is the culmination of the style of Xianyinmen.

The rules of Dazong form a spider web, which often strangles her breathlessly.

She comforted herself that she was just not used to it yet.She wanted to live like a human being, and she did it now.Xianyinmen gave her too much, one should not be dissatisfied.

Every disciple will salute her, and even if she lifts her veil, no one will yell at her.

No matter what people think in their hearts, people here always smile without revealing anything, with two words written from head to toe: decent.

He Qingqing even suspected that even if they saw a real ghost, they would still have that expression on their faces.

She looked at Xing Xing for a while, and felt that Xing Xing didn't want to listen to what was in her heart.

Before He Qingqing went back to the case, she laid out pens and paper:

"Brother Song, everyone here is very friendly to me, but I'm not used to it yet. They smile, but they seem to be far away from me. You said that my master's personality is extreme, and I worship her as my teacher. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." I can't predict my fate either, I only know that Master is good to me.

"She said that my face couldn't be dragged on any longer, so she hurried on a long journey to find the "skillful monk" who traveled all over the world for me. If there is a master who uses supernatural powers, maybe the dead tree will rejuvenate and restore my appearance.

"If it is God's will, it can really be cured. I want to go down the mountain and go to Qianqu County to see you. I will leave after a quick look, and I will definitely not delay your business..."

After He Qingqing finished writing and read it silently, he breathed a sigh of relief and threw himself into the lantern with satisfaction.

A long flame shot up from the gauze lamp, and the ink marks on the paper were swallowed by the flames.

The ashes flew with the wind and disappeared in an instant.