salted fish soaring

"It's the same for either of you."

Zhao Yuping smiled and nodded, very satisfied, without giving him any room for repentance, he walked straight to the high platform.

"Don't touch Grandpa's chair." Zhao Jiheng patted Meng Heze's hand grabbing the recliner away, and finally raised his eyebrows once.

Meng Heze didn't argue with him, he just said loudly to everyone:

"If I win the championship by chance, please let Senior Brother Song enter the inner gate!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Song Qianji was terrified, coughing again and again, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No need!"

Who the hell wants to enter the inner door, don't mess with me!

"What did you say?!" Zhao Yuping turned around suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he stabbed straight at Meng Heze.

The elder of the Discipline Hall on the stage shouted: "Nonsense, the assessment is to select the best disciples to enter the inner sect, and there has never been a competition for others."

Meng Heze bowed his hands to Gaotai: "Senior Brother Song is a hundred times better than me in terms of cultivation and character. If I can do it, it will be easy for him. It's just that he is injured, so it's not convenient to fight with others." The young man With no fear on his face, his words are loud and clear:

"The disciple is willing to fight against all the candidates one by one!"

After Meng Heze finished speaking, the gloom in his chest was swept away.

How many words a person has to say in his life, true or false, lies or drunk, he just feels that there has never been a sentence that can be said more happily than this one.

Ever since he left home to go up the mountain and joined the outer sect of Huawei Sect, he has always been helping others, and others rarely have the opportunity to help him.

He yearns for the rich and colorful world of cultivating immortals, and yearns for a friendship that truly treats people with sincerity.

But life is dull and boring, day after day without interest, with no end in sight.

——Until falling off a cliff with Song Qianji.

Today's situation, being forced to this point, if I can bear it, I will be ashamed to use the skills that Senior Brother Song taught me in the future!

Meng Heze wanted to prove to everyone, to himself, that Senior Brother Song didn't see the wrong person, saved the wrong person, and taught the wrong person.

Zhao Yuping suddenly laughed, the first time he smiled so sincerely today:

"Second elders, although there is no precedent for this matter, the selection and assessment rules change every year. It is rare for my outer disciples to have such courage and friendship. Why not give him a chance to try?"

Meng Heze sneered, "Thank you, Deacon Zhao, for your success."

Meng Heze is crazy.How can anyone take the initiative to apply for a wheel fight?

Regardless of their standpoints, everyone on the field was surprisingly united in their thinking at this moment.

Zhao Jiheng shouted for them: "Hey, what are you doing? Could it be that Song Qianji tricked you and got you under control?!"

"Take care of Brother Song for me."

Meng Heze didn't explain any more, he just gave instructions to his outer disciples, and walked towards the center of the square.

Song Qianji's voice sounded behind him: "Don't do this."

Meng Heze turned his head and saw Song Qianji frowning, seemingly troubled.

Song Qianji firmly refused:

"I don't need you to replace me. It's meaningless and unnecessary."

"No, Brother Song. I must go!"

Song Qianji sighed: "Then you play slowly, I have already abstained, so I will go back first."

He got up suddenly.Zhao Jiheng was startled, as if seeing a paralyzed patient walking independently:

"You, aren't you hurt, why..."

"I hurt my arms and shoulders."

Zhao Jiheng broke down: "Your leg is fine?! When you came here, you carried your back and lifted it. What are you doing?"

Song Qianji left: "...you insisted on carrying it."

Meng Heze didn't expect Song Qianji to react like this.

The man was not happy, even angry.

But he felt that he had done nothing wrong, so he called Senior Brother Song softly, as if he had something to say.

Song Qianji ignored it, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the bright spring and green hills outside the square.

As if what Meng Heze was about to do had nothing to do with him, he refused to stop for a moment.

So Meng Heze stopped talking, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

"Please enlighten me!"

The young man's voice was restrained, and his expression was determined.

At this moment, his back was upright, but for some reason, he seemed a little lonely.

……

The mountain road turns and turns a thousand times, and the vegetation is deep.

Song Qianji didn't walk fast, and took every step seriously.

He was admiring the scenery, looking at the verdant ancient locust trees beside the road, the white flowing clouds in the sky, the free swallows on the branches, and the dewy peach blossoms quivering in the wind.

The disciples of the outer sect have seen it thousands of times, and they are so used to it that they turn a blind eye.

Song Qianji's eyes are bright, like a child's first spring outing.

The way to go, he has already reached the end in his previous life.

Since you want to live in a different way, you have to walk in a different way.

To appreciate the scenery is to appreciate the scenery, there is no need to use the scenery to visualize sword moves and cultivate sword intent.

The spring sparrows are contending, the spring water is gurgling, and the spring is brilliant.

At the end of the mountain road, a house with white walls and gray tiles jumped out and came into view.

The dormitories of the disciples of the outer sect, viewed from a distance, are generally simple and crude.

Only when you get closer can you realize that the universe inside is different.

Song Qianji lived in the most remote location, the lowest terrain, and the worst drainage and lighting.

Whenever it rains on cloudy days, the water floods Jinshan.The water in the small courtyard is like a lake, and the lake is full of fallen leaves, like a spinning boat.

He never cleans up, let alone cares.One has no leisure, and the other has no leisure.

He has been using an almost self-abuse lifestyle to force himself to focus on cultivation and leave here as soon as possible.

This was his 15 years old.

Humble, boring, monotonous, lonely.sink into the muddy water.

Sitting in the well and looking at the sky, but the blue sky is high and far away, even if you stretch your neck and stand on tiptoe, you can't see the palace on the top of the mountain.

The old wooden door creaked, and Song Qianji stepped into the puddle, smiled and shook his head.

He rolled up his sleeves, pinned the hem of his robe into his belt, picked up a broom from the corner of the wall, and gestured twice like a sword flower:

"Work!"

There are unrestrained swordsmanship in the world, but no unrestrained handyman.

Cleaning up fallen leaves, sweeping away stagnant water, repairing roof tiles... Song Qianji's movements were erratic, but patient and meticulous, as if he was doing the most important event in his life.

Time passed quietly between the gaps in the rubble, from the sun rising three poles to the sun's shadow slanting westward.

The sky is getting dark, and the tired crows are returning to their nests.

The undulating distant mountains are shrouded in orange twilight, as if they are about to melt into continuous spring water.

Song Qianji's right arm was injured, but his left hand was flexible. Although he was embarrassed, he was in a peaceful and at ease state of mind.

How comfortable he is, how angry people are when they see him.

When the six disciples walked into his small courtyard, Song Qianji was digging the soil with a shovel.

The small courtyard was cramped, and was packed to the brim in an instant.The last person could only shrink on the threshold, still not giving up staring at him.

They were like a brood of menacing, bristling gamecocks.

"Brother Meng won the fight!" the leading female disciple said, with a cold tone, "He fought a full three hundred games by himself."

Later candidates could not defeat him.It was admiration and fear from the bottom of his heart, and he was intimidated by his desperate style of play, so he didn't dare to play.

"Oh." Song Qianji didn't turn his head, and didn't stop with the shovel in his hand.

A few swear words sounded behind him, obviously the fighting cocks were irritated by his attitude.

"He was seriously injured, and he is currently being treated in the Outer Sect Medical Center. Before he passed out, he was still thinking about you, and said that he would give you this bottle of elixir."

The female disciple took out the panacea that Zhao Yuping had shot earlier.

Song Qianji: "No need."

The beautiful face of the female disciple distorted for a moment: "He fought to the death for you, and you wouldn't even look at him? Could it be that you are really ruthless and don't worry about him at all? He almost... died!"

At the end of the speech, his voice trembled slightly, almost choking.

The shovel turning over the soil stopped, but Song Qianji still shook his head: "I'm not worried."

Meng Heze has a hard life. In his previous life, he couldn't die by falling off a cliff, he couldn't die in a unified evil way, and he couldn't be killed by a group of outer disciples?

Worrying about this kid is worse than worrying about when he will be able to go down the mountain.

It is impossible for Meng Heze to farm with him, so there is no need to involve more.

Song Qianji didn't intend to let the other party continue to misunderstand and mistook himself as a brother.

In the eyes of many people, Song Qianji and Meng Heze have no friendship at all.

It is undoubtedly very strange to be able to go through life and death for the other party overnight.

"I don't know what happened to you last night, but Senior Brother Meng is pure in nature, clean and upright, easy to be deceived, easy to be used by others. I guess, you must be very proud now, right?" The female disciple's eyes widened, burning with anger The cheeks are flushed and more beautiful,

"But do you have a good conscience? I thought you were just arrogant, but I didn't expect you to be treacherous!"

Song Qianji finally turned around.

Presumably these six people had a good relationship with Meng Heze on weekdays.So I ran here to defend him.

Song Qianji looked at the leading female disciple.I vaguely remember her famous work as Zhou Xiaoyun, who knows some medical skills, is lively and cheerful, and is also a famous beauty in the outer sect.

It's a pity that he is used to seeing Miao Yan's face, and he has long lost sight of beauty and ugliness.

"Junior Sister Zhou, you misunderstood." Song Qianji said calmly, "I don't want to either..."

"Bah, hypocrisy!" The person on the threshold spat hard, spitting up the ground that Song Qianji had swept just now, "You can finally enter the inner sect to cultivate immortals, and you'll be a good boy if you get it cheap!"

Song Qianji's face turned cold.

Mentioning this matter made him angry.

Who wants to enter the inner door?Who wants to cultivate immortals?

Am I like the kind of person who loses hope in life, loses faith in the future? !

"Who wants Meng Heze to die the most now?"

Song Qianji asked.

The yelling and scolding stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at him with cold eyes, and their hearts were shocked for some reason.

Zhou Xiaoyun frowned: "What do you mean?"

"He ruined someone's good deeds, made someone lose face, and whoever wanted him to die. Anyway, he was seriously injured and unconscious, and there was no one to guard him. No matter what danger he encountered, he was powerless to fight back." Song Qianji's voice changed. Slowly, with a smile,

"Do you know what medicine he used? What water did he drink? What was the last name of the doctor who treated him? If his injuries deteriorated and he died in the hospital, it would be a reasonable way to die."

Zhou Xiaoyun felt cold all over her body, subconsciously backed away.

"It's not me who wants him to die the most, why are you all staying here with me?"

Song Qian took two steps forward: "Shall I keep you guys for dinner?"

"You, you..." Someone wanted to argue, but Zhou Xiaoyun raised her hand to stop her, "Forget it, Senior Brother Meng's safety is the most important thing."

A group of people came menacingly and left in a hurry.

The courtyard was deserted again, only a few harsh voices floated over the courtyard wall:

"You wait!"

Song Qianji smiled, picked up the shovel again, and lowered his head to work.

Hey, after all, I'm young and thin-skinned, and I can't even swear at people.

****

Meng Heze was as young as they were, and had the same lack of words.

"Where did you learn your sorcery?"

The heavy coercion almost crushed his internal organs, but he still pursed his lips and said nothing.

As the victor of all battles, he should have been blessed and congratulated by the entire Outer Gate.

However, Zhao Yuping sent someone to use the photo disc to secretly record the images of each of his competitions.

After the assessment is over, send it to the inner sect as soon as possible, and ask the elders of the teaching hall who are proficient in ten thousand methods to have a look.

Half an hour later, Meng Heze was carried out of the Waimen Medical Center and escorted to the Discipline Hall for trial.

"Who taught you this? When did you teach it?"

Meng Heze was expressionless, and the severe pain all over his body made him awake for a while and drowsy for a while.

The questioning of the Discipline Hall disciples pierced my ears, and they were also far and near, just like the broken shadow of a tree in the twilight outside the window.

The boy kept clenching his teeth.

He didn't want to say Song Qianji's name, so he had no choice but to speak.