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"Okay, it's not your problem, it's my problem. It's because I don't want to fight and want to farm the land, so I made it like this."

After Song Qianji sincerely admitted his mistake, the net bottle trembled slightly, the rain passed and the sky cleared, a rainbow bridge spanned the wheat field, and the wheat waves shone brighter.

The treasure is originally insane, and after recognizing its owner, it was hidden in the monk's Zifu, where it was infiltrated by the monk's soul day and night.

The higher the monk's cultivation base, the stronger the soul, and the higher the intelligence of the treasure.A sword has a sword spirit, and a weapon has a weapon spirit. Song Qianji has no doubt that sooner or later, he will raise a spring spirit that will not give him face.

It is indeed a first-class treasure of heaven and earth, and its temper is stronger than other magic weapons.

The boundless cornfield attracts people to linger, but Song Qianji can't stay for long.

Assassinated in the Ming Dynasty, the calamity is so vast that it is impossible to hide it even if you want to.I'm afraid that at this time, the whole cultivation world knows that he was assassinated in Qianqu, and also knows that he broke through two calamities in a row and was directly promoted to Nascent Soul.

The situation within Qianqu is controllable, but outside Qianqu, those who think this is bad news may wish him to die even more.

Those who think this is good news may want him to practice more and let him save the world.

Could it be that the peaceful life of guarding the Songyuan and farming in the Qianqu will soon become a dream come true?

No, Song Qianji stood on the wheat field, raised his arms and sleeves, and would never accept his fate!

……

In the winter night, the north wind is tight, and there is no sleep in Qianqu County.

The moonlight cannot see through the thick clouds, and the Xianguan Mansion is brightly lit.

Song Qianji was lying on the bed safely, his complexion was rosy under the candlelight, his breathing was even, as if he was asleep.

Wei Ping raised his hand and shook his head lightly: "The meridians of the bones are unobstructed. After absorbing the thunder calamity, the spiritual energy in his body is sufficient and runs smoothly. But he is already conceived, and my spiritual sense can't penetrate into his purple mansion. I can only continue to wait." , and wait for him to wake up naturally, first light a soothing incense."

Ji Chen hurriedly lit the incense: "I'm going to invite a master from Hongye Temple to do it? Or ask a fairy from Xianyinmen to play the piano? Will it be useful?"

"It's useless." Wei Ping said solemnly, "You are the master of formations, and you are in charge of all the formations of Qianqu. You can't leave easily at this time."

Ji Chen nodded: "Okay."

After Song Qianji crossed the robbery and fell into a coma, Wei Ping immediately blocked the news and ordered all the city gates to be closed so that no one could enter or leave the Qianqu.

When the dragons were leaderless, he ordered Ji Xing to lead people to appease and evacuate the people, arranged for Xu Wangshan, Qiu Dacheng and others to investigate hidden dangers and suspicious persons, and arranged for Zhou Xiaoyun to lead people to guard the seriously injured assassin...

He is like a big butler who really gives orders, unruffled, calm and reliable, and thoughtful, winning the trust of everyone.

Afraid of disturbing Song Qianji, the two put down the gauze curtain and retreated to the outside room tacitly.

"Brother Wei, after this catastrophe, we are truly brothers who share weal and woe and fight the enemy together. I really didn't expect that besides Brother Song and Brother Meng, I can make good brothers. When Brother Song is raised well, wait Brother Meng is back, let's drink good wine and eat barbecue together!"

Wei Ping moved the corner of his mouth, showing a bitter smile: "Okay."

Ji Chen felt something was wrong with Wei Ping, and tried to brighten the atmosphere:

"I used to hear Brother Meng tell the story about Brother Song jumping off a cliff and would rather cut off his own arm to save him. I always felt that what he said was exaggerated. How can anyone sacrifice himself for others without hesitation? When Brother Song lost his arm, You must be calm and rational, strategize, and make sure they can get out of trouble before making this decision."

"But today I experienced a crisis in my own life, my mind was empty, and my hands and feet couldn't be controlled... It turns out that no one can weigh the pros and cons in a critical situation. How to react depends entirely on instinct."

Wei Ping interrupted suddenly: "Why did he save me?!"

The voice was hoarse and terrible.Ji Chen turned his head and saw his bloodshot eyes through the moonlight through the window, he couldn't help but startled: "You..."

Wei Ping looked at the gauze tent and smiled miserably: "Why is this? Why save me."

Ji Chen's expression changed, the other party was normal during the day, but now something is really wrong.

"Brother Song is a man, no matter who of us is by his side, he will give up his life to save him. If you blame yourself and feel depressed because of this, you will let him down..." He held Wei Ping's arm and said solemnly: "This matter is not yours. Don't think about it any more, beware of getting into trouble!"

Weiping screamed in his heart, why is it not my fault?

Why should I come to kill him?

Wei Ping was busy making arrangements for the aftermath during the day, so he didn't dare to be distracted.

As long as he breathed a sigh of relief, the sword that penetrated Song Qianji's body flashed in front of his eyes.

The blood has been wiped off, but it still seems to be splashed on the face.

"Where are you going?" Ji Chen asked.

"I'll go to the next door to talk to the assassin." Wei Ping turned his head, "Mr. Song woke up and called me."

The assassin was placed next door, in Ji Chen's trapped formation.

"Guardian Wei, you came just in time!" Zhou Xiaoyun said angrily, "Senior Brother Song also said that he would treat their injuries, but look at this man, he is almost dying, and he still doesn't take medicine!"

Lin Feiyuan's face was pale, and she fell into a pool of blood, her head drooping on her chest, and her breath was like a gossamer.

Wei Ping took the medicine bowl and said softly, "I'll come. Senior sister is also tired, go and have a rest."

Zhou Xiaoyun hesitated to speak.

"Senior sister, are you worried?" Wei Ping asked softly.

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at his expression.Under the cold moonlight, the ordinary face of the young man remained the same as before, but for some reason it was chilling.

"Your medical skills are better than mine, of course I don't worry. But senior brother Song said that this person cannot die. If you kill him, how will you explain to senior brother?"

Wei Ping promised: "I will not kill him."

Lin Feiyuan, who was dying, suddenly raised her head and laughed loudly, with blood dripping from her mouth.

There were only two people left in the house.The lights burst, and the shadow cast on the white wall was distorted and elongated, like two beasts fighting.

"Let's make a deal," Weiping said.