salted fish soaring

"I, Liu Hongfeng, have been in charge of the Discipline Hall for 60 years, and the trial files are filled with ten storage bags. I have heard all the sophistry, begging for mercy, and confession in the world, but I have never heard such a request."

Song Qianji continued, "Then it's a pity that you don't listen."

"Tell me, how do you want to meet the head?"

The Discipline Hall disciples finally had enough of laughing, and tried their best to put back their serious expressions.

Whoever worked overtime at night didn't have any complaints in their hearts. They didn't expect to catch up with a lively scene, and they all stared at Song Qianji with vigor.

"The disciple writes a sentence, as long as the master master sees it, he will meet me."

"So Easy?"

"Yes." Song Qianji nodded.

Liu Hongfeng sneered: "If it's really that simple, you don't have to meet the master. It's faster to wipe your neck and see Daozu. Are you trying to entertain me?"

He thought, the head master has been cultivating his body and mind in recent years, and he hasn't stepped out of the Qiankun Palace for three years.Even if they ask for instructions on matters in various peaks and halls, they seldom see the real face of the head of the sect, and mostly rely on Baihe, Daotong and the sound transmission talisman to communicate.

This is not a secret, only outside disciples like Song Qianji don't know.

"It's true or not, why not give it a try."

"Song Qianji!" Zhao Yuping asked suddenly, pretending to be heartbroken, "This is the Discipline Hall, and there is a public trial at this time. The court trial joked that the crime is even worse, and I can't save you! Do you know?"

"Disciple knows!"

"If the sect master doesn't see you, you will receive three hundred lashes, and then your cultivation base will be abolished, and you will be expelled down the mountain. Do you understand?"

"The disciple is clear!"

Zhao Yuping nodded in satisfaction.

Disciples of Discipline Hall couldn't help whispering:

"In order to save people so hard, is it his own brother who kneels down?"

"Don't guess, one's surname is Song and the other's surname is Meng. At most, they are cousins."

"If I want this unlucky cousin, Shang Zhuxiang will be considered as a brother."

"As you wish." Liu Hongfeng waved his hand, "Give him a pen and paper."

The disciple beside him hastily responded.

"Don't bother." Song Qianji walked to the small square table in the shadow corner, and smiled at the disciple who was in charge of recording the trial: "Borrow me some space."

The disciple was dozing off quietly, when he heard the sound, he raised his head, and suddenly saw Mantang staring at him, he was so startled that he dropped his pen.

The pen was snatched by Song Qianji in mid-air and dipped in ink.

He tore off half a sheet of white paper on the table, and swiped to write.

Some people thought that he wanted to write a petition to beg for mercy and complain to the head of the sect, hoping for a glimmer of life.

But he really only wrote one sentence.

Song Qianji put down his pen.

The piece of paper was folded into a triangle by him, like a small rice dumpling, and the place with words was hidden inside.

"Which brother is willing to work hard?" He asked loudly.

Liu Hongfeng originally ordered a disciple at random, but after thinking about it, he added another disciple to go with him.

The two Discipline Hall disciples were calm on the surface, turned around and left after taking the things, but their eyes were unusually bright and full of curiosity.

Song Qianji: "Don't tear it down on the road, it's for your own good."

A disciple turned his head, his face flushed red: "Who wants to peek?!"

"The person who sent the letter has already left. Those of us here can't wait forever. There should be a time limit." Zhao Yuping turned to Liu Hongfeng, "The matter happened outside the door. Elder Liu doesn't have to worry that I will protect you. A stick of incense How about the limit?"

Liu Hongfeng frowned, Zhao Yuping suddenly became so upright, it really made him uncomfortable.

Is a stick of incense too short?

Going to the main peak after nightfall, you will inevitably encounter several teams of law enforcement disciples patrolling on the road. You have to stop to accept interrogation and questioning, wait outside the Qiankun Hall, and then wait for Daotong, the master master, to enter the hall to report.When the headmaster saw the note, he still had to think about the time.

Song Qianji said, "No need. Half a stick of incense is enough."

Everyone showed hellish expressions.

Liu Hongfeng looked at Song Qianji again.

The commandment hall is solemn and solemn, and the coldness is frightening, which always makes the first-timers panic.But since he came in, he hasn't changed his posture or said a word of nonsense.

Too calm, as if he was sure that nothing would happen to him.What is a young outer disciple relying on?

"Come here, light some incense."

Cut half of the incense sticks, porcelain white lotus incense plate.

The elegant fragrance rises with the green smoke, permeates the entire commandment hall, mixed with the bloody smell of Meng Heze, refreshing everyone's minds in this cool night.

"Senior Brother Song..." Meng Heze's lips trembled, and he let out a weak breath.

Song Qianji walked towards him, leaned over and said, "Hold on a little longer, and you'll be able to go back soon."

"After I go, I will entrust all my things to you. My prayer bead bracelet..."

Song Qianji glanced at the discipline hall disciples around him, and interrupted him: "You will be fine, don't talk nonsense."

Meng Heze: "I should listen to you, I shouldn't be quick, you must be very angry."

"It's okay. I'm not angry."

Song Qianji thought to himself, instead, I want to thank you for giving me a chance to go down the mountain.

"really?"

"real."

Everyone kept their eyes on the burning incense, only Song Qianji didn't seem to care about the time, and only talked to Meng Heze intermittently in a low voice.

The green smoke fluttered, and the atmosphere was tense and treacherous. They were like brothers waiting for the doomsday judgment.

A little spark flickered twice on the head of the incense, and finally went out.

Zhao Yuping breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Hongfeng seemed a little regretful: "What else do you have to say?"

Song Qianji stood up straight: "I have nothing to say."

Two Discipline Hall disciples stepped forward and tacitly twisted his arms.

"Let go of Senior Brother Song!" Meng Heze roared like a dying beast, "Let him go—"

Who would have thought that a person whose blood was almost drained could be fierce and violent.

The guard disciple staggered two steps from the bump, and quickly rushed forward to hold him down.

Meng Heze struggled violently, his eyes were strangely red.

Song Qianji said badly: "Calm down!"

If the ruby ​​beads were to protect the Lord at this time, and everyone in the Discipline Hall would be watching, Meng Heze would really be unable to survive.

You haven't collapsed after being pressed all night, what are you doing now?

With a "bang", the door was knocked open, and a strong wind poured in, accompanied by the shouts of the messenger disciples:

"The real master is here to invite Song Qianji! Let's go immediately!"

The house was full of astonishment!

****

There are many peaks in the Huawei Sect, and only six are famous.

Just like there are five peak masters, but only one head.

The main peak where the head of the sect lives rises from the ground, standing alone in the sea of ​​clouds, not connected to the surrounding peaks.

If you are not allowed to hold a sword or take a flying magic weapon, there is only one way to the main peak.

Song Qianji is walking on this road.

He followed the two messenger disciples and stepped on a white jade arched bridge that was [-] meters long and spanned the sea of ​​clouds.

This bridge is called "passing water bridge".

The flowing clouds under the bridge are like water, galloping endlessly.

Such a high place should have been bone-chillingly cold, and the howling wind was about to blow people off the bridge.

But because of the support of the formation, the temperature is pleasant, and there is a demure beauty of the breeze and the moon, the pale moon and the sparse flowers.

There was no one around, only the stars and the moon were shining in the sky, and the two disciples lost their airs, and couldn't help talking to Song Qianji:

"It's your luck that you can go directly to the main peak when you come to the inner sect for the first time."

"With the main peak as the center, and with a radius of ten miles, our Huawei Sect's cloud formation! Breathing spiritual energy, daily defense, and killing foreign enemies, the three effects are combined into one, and they are very famous."

Song Qianji responded a few times, and the two spoke more vigorously, like two chatty tour guides.

It's just that he kept silent about the content of the note, not out of curiosity, but because he was afraid of offending the secrecy of the sect leader.

Just now the note was delivered, the Taoist boy outside the hall went in to report, but after a while, the Taoist boy hurried out, expressionless:

"The real master asked, have you seen it?"

The two made a decisive decision and swore with Dao heart that there was no.

Until he walked out of the main peak in a trance, and recalled the terrifying coercion coming from the hall, he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had died once.

Only then did I realize that Song Qianji's saying "Don't tear it down on the road, it's for your own good" was really for their own good.

The tall disciple said: "The dead are like this, never giving up day and night, time is like water, and will never come again. The name of the passing water bridge tells us that we should cherish time every day and practice diligently."

The short disciple disagreed: "Vulgar, what you said is too vulgar." He turned to Song Qianji, but saw the other party's face was calm, "It's the first time you see this, don't you think it's strange? Don't you want to yell? Are you not excited?"

Song Qianji had no choice but to nod: "I'm excited."

"I didn't see it."

"..."

Song Qianji came here in his previous life, but he didn't take this bridge.

Huaweizong, and even most of the rules and etiquette in the world, were not set up for him.

At that time, he was already famous all over the world, and he was invited by Master Xu Yun, the head of Huawei Sect, to come to discuss the Tao.

A huge welcome ceremony was held here for him. After half a day of bells and drums, Master Xuyun led all the peak masters and waited outside Qiankun Hall in person.

But Song Qianji was not only late, but also came with the clouds, disrupting the entire cloud formation, and frightened the five-color carp to turn their stomachs wildly, and they didn't dare to complain.

If there is plenty of spiritual energy in the sea of ​​clouds, five-color carp can be born.

Transformed by these auras, the small fish swimming in the clouds have the most beautiful scales.

Under the sunlight, it reflects five colors of light, and when it jumps out of the sea of ​​clouds, it looks like rainbows; under the moonlight, it turns colorless, as delicate and clear as glass.

The first time Song Qianji saw it, he couldn't understand why such a spiritual creature of heaven and earth could not eat the wind and drink the dew, but had to be fed with fresh flesh and blood.

Later he understood that all the lofty beauties in the world are ultimately piled up with bones.

Just like the palaces on the clouds on the top of Huaweizong Mountain, the people who built them one by one brick by stone have already turned into dust, but the people who enjoy here will last forever.

"Are you really excited? How do I feel about you? You don't..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The two disciples froze in place, as if they had been patted with a talisman, and looked at the same place with their mouths open.

Song Qianji followed their gaze and saw a figure walking over the bridge.

is a woman.

Walking on the same passing water bridge, in the dead of night, when we meet face to face, we will naturally see each other.

But even if she was walking in a sea of ​​people, no one could not see her.

The silver light of the moonlight splashed, making her skin almost transparent, and her face was like a delicately carved ice crystal flower, without any blemishes.

While walking, the hem of the lake blue skirt swayed slightly, and the arm veil fluttered, as if she was about to ride the wind to go home.

The five-color carp flicked its tail under the bridge and sank deep into the clouds, ashamed to see her.

It's just that Song Qianji frowned after taking a look.

How could Miaoyan be here?

When Song Qianji saw Miao Yan, Miao Yan also saw him.

Her first reaction was that it was troublesome, if those two dumb Huawei Sect disciples suddenly yelled, or even fell off the bridge excitedly, she would have to save them.

If she comes to the rescue, it could cause more trouble.

Then she saw Song Qianji behind them.

The man was wearing an old robe, which obviously didn't belong here, but his expression was calm.

His eyes were calm, without the slightest surprise or obsession, and his first reaction was to frown.

Although it is very light, Miaoyan is good at capturing the subtle expressions of human faces. This is not an innate intuition, but an acquired ability.

His expression was as if... seeing a decoration that shouldn't be here.

In fact, Miao Yan knew very early on that not everyone likes to watch her.

For example, the Taoist priests of Ziyun Temple and the monks of Hongye Temple, even if they are in the same room with them, they have to make a gesture of "turning a blind eye and turning a deaf ear".

It seems that only in this way can they appear to have a stable Dao heart, a detached Buddha nature, and not be disturbed by a beautiful skin.

But that person is neither a Taoist monk nor a high-level cultivation base.

The appearance of the [-]th Five-Year Plan should be the time when young people are restless and most uncertain.

A humble outer disciple, why did she frown when she saw her, and why did she frown.

Together with doubts, she felt a little uncomfortable.

But she had a faint smile on her face, and her posture was still flawless.