salted fish soaring

The sunset glow has dissipated, the shadow of the moon has just risen, and the continuous Cangshan Mountains are hooked to the last Phnom Penh by the sinking sunset.

"I know the way down the mountain, so there is no need to send it off," Meng Heze said.

He held the sword with a cold expression on his face.The Taoist boy who saw off the guests was a little scared, saluted and left in a hurry.

Meng Heze walked alone on the familiar mountain road. The air in Huaweizong was humid, and between his breaths, the wind in autumn night brought the fresh smell of grass and trees.

He turned his head and looked up, the Qiankun Palace stood alone on the top of the mountain, surrounded by layers of night fog.The lights in the hall appear and disappear from time to time, like a fairy palace in the clouds.

When I was a disciple of the outer sect, I dreamed of entering the inner sect and going to the main peak to take a look.

But now I feel that it is nothing more than that, Qiankun Dianshan Gaoluyuan is cold and cold, and he will not be reluctant to come if others invite him to come and carry him in the future.

He misses the dry wind and smoke and campfires in thousands of canals even more. When autumn comes, the unique fragrance of grains floats in the air.

I don't know what Brother Song is doing at this time?Without myself, is hunting going well today?Those companions who trust each other, what kind of meat are they grilling?Young Master Ji, who owes his mouth, is he busy eating meat or practicing formations?

Anyway, he can chat with anyone, and he must be complaining to others: "It's really boring to have a lot of money, it's not as interesting as hunting."

In Huawei Sect, no matter how well-mannered the etiquette is, it still appears to be indifferent.The vast wasteland of Qianqu County can bear endless sad tears and unspeakable past events.

It has become the second hometown of Meng Heze, Ji Chen, and countless outside disciples and new immigrants.

Meng Heze was thinking about Qian Qu, and unconsciously walked to the dormitory outside the door.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the gate of Song Yuan.

The peach blossom tree in front of the door has withered, its branches and leaves are distant and desolate.

The flower path is deserted and neglected.

The rich gates are mottled, and the copper rings are rusty green.

"What are you doing here at the outer sect? Are you an inner sect disciple?" A childish voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Meng Heze regained consciousness, turned around and saw a group of teenagers looking up at him.

The teenagers were dressed in the uniforms of Huawei Sect's outer sect disciples, their faces were tired and timid, their faces were covered with dust, like a flock of dusty, silly pigeons.

Meng Heze suddenly laughed.

It's not ridicule, he just thinks this scene is very familiar, and every young face seems familiar.

"Just finished work? Came back from Lingshi Mine?" He asked casually.

The silly pigeons looked even more surprised.A young Foundation Establishment cultivator visited late at night, without any pretensions of an inner disciple.

More people gathered curiously and surrounded Meng Heze.

"How do you know?"

"Because I used to be an outer disciple just like you." Meng Heze lifted his clothes and sat in front of Zhumen of the Song Academy.

Everyone was puzzled, and suddenly someone shouted: "You are the leader of the Dengwen Yahui martial arts test! The only leader of the martial arts test who came from an outside sect in the history of the conference, you are Meng Heze, right?!"

"It's me." Amid the uproar, Meng Heze felt a little embarrassed.

"You won the leader of the martial arts test, what happened after that?"

Most of the outside disciples don't know how to play chess and calligraphy. Compared with Song Qianji, who is famous for his "star picking game" and "hero posts", Meng Heze is more down-to-earth in their hearts.

Undefeated in the arena under the attention of all the people, and everyone responded, getting closer to their imagination of becoming famous overnight.

Meng Heze smiled: "Speaking of which, it's a very long story."

Weeds are overgrown at the entrance of the Song Courtyard, the snow is bright and the moonlight is quietly falling, and the autumn insects are singing softly.

A group of outer disciples sat on the ground, surrounding Meng Heze, quietly listening to his storytelling.

Thousands of thoughts are flying, flying out of Huaweizong, flying across thousands of mountains and rivers, and flying to the new world of Qianqu.

.........

On the same night, there are always places where the bright moon cannot shine.

Zhao Taiji stood respectfully in the courtyard, his clothes covered in autumn frost.

Throughout the year, this courtyard is always colder than other places.But he didn't dare to complain, and he didn't even use his aura to resist the cold.

The door did not open, but an old voice came out:

"It's not too late to tell me about the grudges in early spring?"

"How can a trivial matter disturb you? Song Qianji is just a Qi refiner..."

"A person's strength is sometimes not in his cultivation. Tell me, how much do you know about him?"

Zhao Taiji straightened his waist and said solemnly:

"Song Qianji lives in a small garden in the Immortal Official's Mansion, which is called Song Yuan by the locals. He has a sword cultivator and a formation master by his side, and the others are not counted, so nothing to worry about."

"What about him? How is his cultivation? How is his combat power? Which school of martial arts is he best at?"

"He, he is only in the Qi refining period..." Zhao Taiji was speechless.

"You don't know anything." The old man actually smiled:

"No one has ever seen him fight because someone always does it for him. Right?"

Zhao Taiji could only respond, dripping with cold sweat.

"Those people were all brought out by him from the Huawei Sect. They were originally of low status and had nowhere to go. They only made progress after following Song Qianji. Never underestimate young people who have nothing. After all..."

Zhao Patriarch said something that made Zhao Taiji shudder:

"I'm not afraid of buying a dead man with a thousand dollars, but I'm afraid of a young man who knows his insignificance."

"Song Qianji has learned Chess Ghost's "Formation Cheats", obtained Qinxian's Qijueqin, and Shusheng's Huachun Mountain, and Xian Jianchen, who is said to have taught him. Apart from these, how much ability does he have? Thick family background, who knows? Do you know?"

Zhao Taiji shuddered, looked down at his toes: "You are thoughtful."

Song Qianji is a celebrity, whoever can kill him will become famous.

But once the assassin shows his traces, he will be retaliated by Song Qianji's backer.Is there anyone in the world who wants money, name and life?

"Then how should this person be killed?"

"To kill him, find an unexpected place, and then find an unexpected person. If you don't move, you will kill him with one blow."

……

In the season of continuous autumn rain, the leaves of the sycamore trees fall, which always adds to the melancholy.

The lights in the song building were turned off, the red candles were burned out, and the tents were dimmed.

"It's really hard to find you. There's nowhere to find you if you break through the iron shoes." The guest, dressed in rich clothes, said, "Hey, wake up."

A hidden wing door was pushed open.The rain outside the building was like flower needles, but his body was clean and refreshing, without any dampness.

A vague voice came from the red tent:

"I heard that you are about to get engaged. Why are you looking for me when you are free? Want to accompany the gift? No money!"

The visitor sighed: "Who do you think Chen Hongzhu is? She is the eldest daughter of the Huawei Sect. She was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and has a tigress-like temper..."

The person in the tent got up and strode out.

The flower windows are wide open, and the wind and rain are blowing.

Wei Ping opened his clothes, tilted his head up and poured herbal tea.

When he moved, he was like a sleeping lion waking up, filling the whole room with an aura of opening and closing.

In the slightly cold autumn rain, drinking half a pot of cold tea is like a pot of cold water splashed all over the face.

The drunkenness dissipated in Wei Ping's eyes, and he saw Wei Zhanyang sitting at the table, brushing off his sleeves, and said with a smile:

"Brother, you should be the one who is married, and you should marry the tigress. I took care of this big thing for you. Can you do a small thing for me?"

With a bang, Wei Ping casually dropped the teapot: "A small matter?"

"You kill someone for me."

"Life and death are no small matter."

Wei Zhanyang smiled: "In these years, you have been killing people for others, making money for others, of course, this is a trivial matter for you."

Wei Ping raised his eyebrows: "Who do you want to kill? Chen Hongzhu?"

"No, Song Qianji."

Wei Ping frowned.

Song Qianji, why is it Song Qianji again.

This is the second time someone wants to buy him to kill Song Qianji.

The last time was in the spring breeze of Huawei City, this time it was in the autumn rain of Fenglin City.

It seems that Song Qianji has offended many people.So many people want him to die.

"Why?" Wei Ping asked, "Give me a reason."

"Because I gave out 30 spirit stones."

"30 is the price, not the reason. Could it be because he beat you in the calligraphy and painting test at the Dengwen Yahui?" Wei Ping stepped back, fell into the beautiful couch piled up with brocade, and laughed lazily, "Who is the hero of the world? Wouldn't it be better to come here to drink? You're jealous of him, you're so jealous that if you don't break through, you won't make any progress in your cultivation?"

"Nonsense!" Wei Zhanyang showed displeasure, and said coldly: "This person is indeed a bit talented, but it's a pity that he doesn't follow the path."

Wei Ping straightened up abruptly: "How much do you know?"

"He has practiced a sorcery that confuses people's hearts and increases luck, and everyone around him believes in him. If you don't believe it, you will know it by seeing it with your own eyes. Not only that, after he became the fairy official of Qianqu County, he made a lot of construction work, wasting people and money, Just to build a canal." Wei Zhanyang unfolded a roll of maps and threw them to the other party, "From the sky above Qianqu County, what do these seven rivers look like when connected?"

"Half a Song character?" Wei Ping stroked his chin.

"When the canal is completed, Song Qianji's luck will be stronger, and the golden light will protect his body, and he will be more rampant!"

"Even if that's the reason. But this person is very difficult to kill." Wei Ping shook his head lightly, "You didn't come here today for yourself. Is this the meaning of the family?"

Wei Zhanyang was silent for a moment, then suddenly shouted:

"You're not going?"

Wei Ping twirled his low-level sword.

He bought this sword from a pawnshop in Huawei City. It is not very attractive, but it is very easy to use.

Just when Wei Zhanyang thought the other party was going to refuse, he finally heard Wei Ping speak leisurely.

He said, "Is it okay to add some money?"

"How much more?" Wei Zhanyang's face trembled slightly.He couldn't bear the fact that the other party had really become a bargaining mortal, a rascal in the market.

"As much as you can buy the name Wei Zhenyu, add as much as you can."

Wei Zhanyang breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably:

"Okay, when this matter is done, the family tree will be removed as you wish, and you will have nothing to do with the family, and I will never come to you again!"

Wei Ping was finally satisfied: "Deal!"

Before leaving, Wei Zhanyang exhorted:

"After you arrive at Qianqu, don't start directly, but sneak into his side, win his trust, and cooperate with another person if necessary."

"Did you invite someone else?" Weiping realized that this matter was more complicated than he imagined, "Who is it?"

"Because you are right, this person is very difficult to kill."