salted fish soaring

Ji Chen had been a fool before, and when he was struggling to learn and failed, when he was being flattered on the surface and ridiculed behind his back, he knew what it was like.

When some people stand up, they will intensify their bullying of others.Ji Chen is not such a person, no matter what his own situation is, he doesn't want to embarrass another fool.

Seeing Wei Ping's unattractive appearance, ordinary cultivation, and dementia, he took the initiative to persuade Meng Heze:

"Don't say anything first."

"Wei Dao is friendly, my humble Ji Chen, a disciple of the Song Academy, and this is the first time we meet." Ji Chen stepped forward and saluted.

"Oh, hello, hello." Still in a daze, Wei Ping answered casually, and continued: "There is a way, there really is a way."

Ji Chen thought he was talking about the dirt road in the country: "The road is already here, can't you see it?"

Wei Ping smiled: "Ha, me? I just saw it today."

Depressed, Ji Chen turned his head, elbowed Meng Heze, and said with his eyes, "Otherwise forget it".

Meng Heze turned his sword hilt and said angrily, "Wei Ping!"

Wei Ping woke up like a dream, as if he saw two people just now: "Are you also coming to thresh millet? I welcome the two senior brothers on behalf of the whole village."

"Who is your senior brother, pretend to be crazy and foolish, and watch me tear up your fake skin!" Meng Heze's sword hilt shook, and his sword energy was aroused.

"Ah, senior brother, what are you doing!" Wei Ping bent back, and the sword energy passed over the tip of his nose, and hit the grain pile that was one person high behind him.

The grain piles were scattered, and the gold flowed down the ground.

Ji Chen hastily stopped him: "Brother Meng, no!"

Meng Heze has drawn his sword out of its sheath: "How can he avoid my sword energy after a period of Qi refining? He must have a ghost, you watch it!"

The blade of the sword reflected the rays of the sky, the haystack exploded and grass clippings flew, covering the three of them.

Wei Ping was flustered and embarrassed, but like a slippery fish, he managed to avoid it almost every time.

Meng Heze's eyes were red: "Wei Ping, fight back if you are a man!"

Ji Chen blocked from left to right, afraid that Meng Heze would hurt Wei Ping, and he was also afraid that Meng Heze would hit him.

Wei Ping's clothes were torn, and his chest was exposed: "Brother wants to hit me, of course I dare not fight back. Wow, this sword is powerful, who taught you the sword skills? It's so strong!"

"Ah!" Until an exclamation sounded.

I saw Carpenter Liu lost his mind: "It's over, the grain that this man eats, and the grass that the cow eats are all mixed together!"

The ground was in a mess, and the three young men stopped together, bowed their heads and scratched their hands.

Ji Chen smiled apologetically: "Master Si Nong, Brother Liu, Brother Liu, we didn't do it on purpose, so we just picked them out. Cultivators work fast, it's a small problem."

Wei Ping: "It's my fault, I don't know why..."

He turned his head to look at Meng Heze, only to see that the other party had picked up the broom and dustpan with a sullen face, with an attitude of acknowledging his mistakes and working hard, and the second half of the sentence "I made my brother angry" changed to "I just started to use my hands." , the tone was quite normal.

To clean up the mess like this, the three had to cooperate.

The autumn wind was cool, the stars were shining, and the moon came out of the night clouds, watching them sweat profusely and make trouble for each other.

Wei Ping is the most diligent and the most agile in doing farm work.Seeing this, Ji Chen persuaded him to make peace: "Brother Meng, what he said is different from you."

Meng Heze muttered: "He is the best at deceiving people."

Until the fourth watch of the night, the threshing floor barely tidied up.

The three of them were ashen-faced, slumped on the high haystack, panting like cows, without the appearance of monks.

Ji Chen lay in the middle, guarding against a fight between the two sides, and wailed loudly: "Where have I ever done this before! It's the first time, are we also in trouble together?"

Two voices sounded on the left and right at the same time:

"I, Meng Heze, a seven-foot man, stand upright, who will share the troubles with that sissy!"

"Brother Meng is such a famous person, so naturally he doesn't like me."

Wei Ping jumped off the haystack: "You two rest, I have to go back to Song Yuan for supper. There should always be three kinds of small steamed buns and three kinds of dim sum for supper. I can't cook a bowl of noodles to deal with it."

Meng Heze's eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly:

"How could he say that? Chen, did you hear that? He's a villain who is too ambitious to deceive others!"

"Yes. Don't bother with him."

Ji Chen comforted him, thinking, isn't this the truth?

……

Wei Ping is diligent and sweet, rushes to do dirty work, and strives to become a qualified housekeeper.

Inspired by the busy autumn harvest, he made his own "foot thresher", which has been highly praised by Qianqu farmers.

He chatted with Carpenter Liu by the river, and they worked together to make a large water cart, using the power of water to irrigate the farmland.

Although his hunting team in Meng Heze was not outstanding, he did not hold back. If anyone spoke sarcastically to him, he would just smile, which made people feel embarrassed to squeeze him out again.

Later, he mixed sixteen kinds of seasonings in specific proportions to create his own seasoning for cured meat, which he named "Thousand Canal Sixteen Fragrances".The animal meat marinated with this kind of powder can retain the freshness, lock the juice, lightly roast, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the special rich aroma will waft for ten miles in the wind.

When the hunting team composed of outer disciples saw him, they thought of the delicious barbecue, and couldn't help but get close to him.

In addition to taking care of Song Qianji's food expenses, Wei Ping also helped him with all the trivial matters other than farming, such as farming and animal husbandry, building rivers and roads, planning Tiancheng, building private schools, new immigrants settling down, and so on.

If there is anything in Qianqu that needs to be known and decided by Song Xianguan, he will report it to Weiping first and wait for the answer.

General Manager Wei laughed at everyone, and subconsciously conquered Qianqu like spring wind and rain.

Only Meng Heze was a piece of solid ice, stubborn and unresponsive.

As for Zhou Xiaoyun, who used to be the most supportive of Meng Heze from the outside sect of Huawei Sect, and Ji Xing, who frantically canvassed for Meng Heze at the Dengwen Conference, Weiping has begun to look more and more pleasing to the eye amidst the sweet scent of pastries and snacks.

Zhou Xiaoyun quickly opened the food box, saying polite words:

"Mr. Wei is done with his work? Why come here today when you have time? Why don't you come here for lunch? Hey, what kind of soup is this?"

Wei Ping held out a small white porcelain cup: "Steamed snow clam with red flowers, the raw materials were bought from Hongfu County by someone, and the recipe was passed down from Xianyinmen. It is helpful for women to improve their beauty and brighten their skin."

"I haven't had this soup since I left home." Ji Xing sniffled fiercely, "Xiao Ping'er, you have a soft temper and good cooking skills. We are so lucky to have you!"

Another food box was opened, and it contained oily lotus leaf roast chicken, crispy and fragrant sesame seed cakes, and a pot of newly brewed osmanthus wine.

"Ah, I knew that Director Wei would never forget us!" Xu Wangshan tore off a chicken leg.

Qiu Dacheng smiled brightly: "The wine smells like the Lucky Tavern in Huawei City. The only thing I can find with my eyes closed is the tavern besides the casino!"

Wei Ping smiled: "You two are very familiar with Huawei City?"

"Of course, Lao Xu and I are originally from the city!"

They ate and drank, the chatterbox opened up, and Wei Ping showed all their family fortunes.

Talk about acquaintance with Song Qianji at the night trial meeting, talk about Zhaixingtai Mountain Road rescue, talk about the shocking result of the gambling game.

"The sea of ​​people is vast, who knows where the kid who spends ten thousand spirit stones is now? He has caused us such misery, does he know?"

Wei Ping had been listening all the time, and suddenly interrupted: "I won the bet, isn't it very good? Why scold him?"

Qiu Dacheng said angrily: "What a fart! There are only two winners in a big game of 10,000+ people, how can this be okay?"

Xu Wangshan sneered: "I'm offended to death! The casinos in Quanhua Weicheng won't let us in. Anyone who has participated in this game will say that they won't play with us! The door was charged with 'Tong Song', and he fled to the end of the night, but fortunately Brother Song took him in! Forget it, let's not talk about it."

"So that's it." Wei Ping showed sympathy: "That betting boy is really hateful, he is irresponsible, he is too inhuman. Come, eat a piece of cake."

"If I meet him again—" Xu Wangshan took a bite of the cake and chewed hard.

Manager Wei has always been considerate: "Let's beat him together."

Qiu Dacheng bit the roast chicken: "Well, good brother!"

……

Every meal time, Wei Ping must prepare dishes for Song Qianji in the Song Yuan.Meng Heze was worried, so he would often bring Ji Chen over for lunch and eat with Song Qianji, which was called a poison test.

The four of them ate at the same table, while Meng and Wei were fighting in the dark with their needles sharpened.In the Ming Dynasty, Ji Chen's heart was lacking, and Song Qianji couldn't understand the subtle atmosphere of thousands of twists and turns. When eating food, he still sighed that the three were like brothers.

Empty dishes and bowls are exchanged for soup, and the milky white broth is filled with jade cups.

Song Qianji took a sip, smacked the taste, and murmured: "The recent soup is wrong."

Meng Heze slammed the table into a fit, and grabbed Wei Ping's collar, "What tricks are you playing!"

Wei Ping grinned and let him pick it up: "The recent soup has three flavors of spiritual herbs. Mr. Song tasted it, but it is sweeter than usual, and there is still an aftertaste on the tip of the tongue?"

"Xiao Meng, let go." Song Qianji put down the spoon.

Meng Heze let go unwillingly: "I'm sorry."

Song Qianji said: "Wei Ping, you don't have the support of the Shimen family behind you. It is not easy to collect spiritual herbs. How can you be so wasteful?"

"Give it to Master Song..." Wei Ping changed his tune after seeing Meng Heze's expression, "It's a waste to give it to Mister, they all want it."

"Don't let it go in the future. I don't need it." Song Qianji refused.

Refining spirit grasses into elixir can maximize its medicinal properties, and it is too extravagant to directly feed it into vegetables and supplements, and only big monks who are not short of money can do it.

Song Qian is pregnant with the spring of immortality, which nourishes the meridians day and night, and ordinary spiritual grass is like a chicken rib to him.

Wei Ping nodded in disappointment.

Song Qianji: "I have something to tell Xiao Meng."

Wei Ping said goodbye in a considerate manner: "I'm going to wash the dishes."

Meng Heze's eyes lit up, and he raised his head like a fighting rooster: "Go!"

As soon as Wei Ping left the house, he couldn't wait: "Senior brother, do you have anything important to ask? Dismiss Nasi Wei, just give me orders."

Song Qianji: "The weather is fine recently, pack your things and prepare to go out to Qianqu."

"What?" The smile on Meng Heze's face froze in an instant, and his face was pale: "You chased me away? Do you believe in Weiping more than me?!"

Song Qianji couldn't figure it out: "What does this have to do with Weiping?"

Meng Heze's eyes turned red: "It doesn't matter! He must have complained to you and made supper, right?"

"Senior Brother Meng, don't worry." Ji Chen quickly patted him on the back, as if to appease an angry lion.

What kind of wind is night snack wind?

Song Qianji didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That's not the case, it's because I think it's time for you to attack the golden core. Before you break through the retreat, it will be good for you to travel and gain knowledge in the future. You also said that you want to see all the great mountains and rivers, swim all over The realm of comprehension has been boring in Huaweizong and Qianqu County."

Compared with the Lord of the Evil Way in his previous life, who braved strong winds and waves, Meng Heze's experience in this life is like a fish swimming in a shoal.Although he can hone his combat skills by defending against the vicious beasts invading the village on the edge of the poisonous miasma forest, he has never been tortured in the world, and he still retains his childishness.

Meng Heze bowed his head: "Senior brother has a good intention."

"You have three things to do when you go down the mountain this time." Song Qianji said.

Meng Heze replied: "I will definitely show my prestige for my Qianqu, my hunting team, and my Song Academy!"

"No, see the world, give Jian a good name, and bring your whole family to Qianqu."

Although the trajectory of fate has changed, but the ruby ​​rosary reappears, Song Qianji still remembers the disaster of the destruction of Meng Heze's family in his previous life.

"...Ah, I guessed nothing right." Meng Heze scratched his head, then laughed:

"It just so happens that I miss my parents too. In the past, I was always afraid that I wouldn't be able to return home, so I didn't dare to visit."

"The world of comprehension is full of vicious turmoil and thin favor, unlike Huaweizong and Qianqu County. I still have three things to tell you." Song Qianji took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.

"Brother, please speak."

"The first thing is, although your ruby ​​rosary is a treasure, it is just right as a secret treasure for healing and life-saving, and it should not be used for attack."

Meng Heze said without hesitation, "I understand!"

"Second thing, I know you are a swordsman, but don't underestimate the escape technique. I will teach you the five elements escape, and you need to practice more."

Song Qianji was good at escaping in his previous life, and he created his own evasion technique to perfection. He narrowly escaped death many times, but he couldn't escape the last time.

Meng Heze: "Keep it in mind!"

After arriving in Qianqu County, Meng Heze grew faster and his facial features faded.

Song Qianji looked at his face from time to time, and gradually saw some familiar shadows from his previous life.

"The third thing is, once you enter the world of mortals, you will never end your grievances. Leave room for your sword. Don't take the initiative to make enemies with others. If there is a misunderstanding, resolve it in time. If you meet anyone, you must be put to death—"

Hearing his calm tone, Meng Heze thought that Brother Song was benevolent, and he was reluctant to step on earthworms all over the ground after the rain, so he answered first:

"Repay grievances with virtue, I won't kill him, I will influence him!"

When he said this, he just wanted to make Song Qianji happy and at ease when he left.

Song Qianji's eyes darkened: "No, of course I will kill it! If you can't kill it, send me a message, and I will kill it for you!"

Meng Heze was startled: "Huh?"

Song Qianji was afraid that he didn't listen: "Do you remember? Repeat it!"

Meng Heze: "Send the letter to you, you go and replace me..."

He couldn't continue, so he changed his words: "I stand upright and walk straight, open and aboveboard, if the sky has eyes, I should stand by my side."

Can senior brother really kill people?

He has only seen Wei Ping kill chickens, boil water and pluck their hairs, splashing blood all over his body.Since Duanshanya rescued him, Song Qianji never held a sword, never practiced it, and never even killed a chicken.

Song Qianji shook his head: "The way of heaven has no eyes, don't give your life to luck."

Why does heaven respect you, because you are good-looking?You are not Wei Zhenyu.

Ji Chen's expression moved slightly: "Brother Meng, just agree, don't worry Brother Song."

Zhao Ren's miserable situation flashed before his eyes.

Daoyou Zhao, it's a pity that you left too early. Brother Meng didn't see how Brother Song acted, so he didn't dare to answer.

Why did you come back? I have practiced a new formation. I haven't tried it on a living person yet. I miss you.

Meng Heze: "I agree."

Song Qianji gave a light "um" and said, "It's okay. Let's go."

Meng Heze put down his sword and saluted.

Ji Chen: "Brother Meng, I'll see you off."

Song Qianji was sitting on the recliner, seeing the two going out side by side, with a smile in his eyes.

At the turn of autumn and winter, when the leaves of the phoenix trees fall.

Meng Heze had to admit that with Wei Ping taking care of the Immortal Mansion, it was more orderly and presentable than when they first arrived.

Meng Heze: "When I was in Huawei Sect's Outer Sect, I liked to say two sentences the most. Zhou Xiaoyun and the others were all calloused!"

"Which two sentences?" Ji Chen was curious.

Meng Heze pretended to be angry, and shouted: "Don't bully the young and poor, my fate is up to me!"

The voice echoed in the Xianguan Mansion.

Ji Chen clapped his hands: "Haha, well said, just like what you would say."

Meng Heze smiled: "Thinking about it now, the first sentence is not entirely true. The young man is poor, so when he is stared at by some deacon, he feels that the whole world is here to bully and oppose you. In fact, the world doesn't care about you at all. The second sentence is also true." Not quite right—" He turned his head to look at the Song Courtyard, and there were fallen leaves flying in front of Zhumen, but it didn't look bleak, only a piece of golden yellow,

"How much luck, if you can't force it, the sky can't help me; how about the way, the heart is bright, I can't help the sky!"

Ji Chen was stunned: "This heart is bright, I can't help it..."

Meng Heze had already wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and quickly said in a low voice: "Let's go, take care of Brother Song, and keep an eye on Wei Ping. The formations of Song Yuan, Tiancheng, and Qianqu must not be handed over to that guy."

"Okay!" Ji Chen deeply felt the heavy responsibility, and overnight, he became the pillar of the family: "How long are you going?"

Meng Heze turned his head and smiled: "Of course I don't worry about Qianqu. When it snows, you can see me."

……

When the first snow fell, there were 15 households in Qianqu County.The Hongfu caravan passed by with mules and horses, merchants settled in Tiancheng Street, brought silk, cotton and porcelain jewelry, hung signboards, lit lanterns, and the market gradually became a climate.

Thousands of households were decorated with lanterns and festoons, but Meng Heze hadn't returned home yet.

Wei Ping described the future of Qianqu to the Hongfu merchants, rented out the shop stalls of Qianqu, and organized the Qianqu caravan to go to Hongfu on a regular basis, bringing secret spices, aromatherapy drinks, etc., to increase the trade between the two counties.

He is like a hardworking hamster, trying to save food for the winter before winter.

Song Qianji persuaded him: "You don't have to work so hard."

"I don't feel tired, Mr. Song. I was walking on the street today and saw that the people of Qianqu County also put on new cotton clothes and stood next to the people of Hongfu. I was almost indistinguishable. I was very happy."

Because of the busy days before, Song Yuan only had six palaces to eat in Jiugongge.

Wei Ping finally had some free time today, moved out the warming pot and charcoal fire, cut and washed the ingredients, and prepared to cook a hot pot meal.

He almost forgot how to live before coming to Song Yuan.

The fleeting glitz is like ink stains in the water, disappearing in the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

The grass and trees in the Song Dynasty are withered, and the white jade plum blossoms stand alone. The petals are covered with light snow, and the dark fragrance floats.

On the stone table, a layer of thin snow particles was sprinkled, like someone knocked over the salt shaker.

Wei Ping put down the carbon basin and stopped suddenly, his eyes seemed to be stabbed by something.

A red leaf appeared beside the stone table.In the vast snow, it looks like a pool of glaring blood.

There are no maple trees in Songyuan, and there are no red leaves in Tiancheng.

It was only 26 feet from the kitchen to the stone table, and he didn't feel anything about this leaf that was elusive.

Wei Ping picked up the red leaves, woke up with a start, and turned around to look around.

There was no one in the yard, and the cold spread from his fingers to his whole body, making his teeth chatter.

The thing that was almost completely forgotten by him finally reappeared.That's his real purpose in coming to Qianqu

——"The promise of assassination is based on the red leaves".

"What's wrong?" A faint voice sounded.

Wei Ping turned his head, and Song Qianji, wearing a black fox fur, stepped into the rich gate and stood in the thin snow all over the sky.