salted fish soaring

Wuxiang turned his gaze to the closed door.

When passing by the two, he patted Wei Ping's shoulder lightly, as if the senior was encouraging the younger.

"Brother Song!"

"Song Qianji!"

The pressure on his body disappeared, Ji Chen and Wei Ping spoke at the same time, one happy and the other anxious.

The north wind eased slightly, and the flowers and trees became still again.

Wuxiang stood in front of the door, raised his hand to push, and first reported his home:

"The poor monk came to visit late at night, just to see the benefactor Song!"

The sound was powerful and vibrating, like a bell in an ancient temple.

"Why not." The insider laughed, "As long as the mage doesn't regret it."

No phase lowered his eyes, his lips moved slightly.

Wei Ping didn't know what mantra he was reciting silently, let alone why Song Qianji said "regret".I just felt that the door panel was extremely thin and brittle, and it was about to explode in the next moment, hurting the people in the room.

Wuxiang opened his eyes, and the red light in his eyes flashed past, sinking into the depths of his eyes.

"Song benefactor, poor monk..."

"Squeak!"

Before he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened from the inside, like a huge black hole.

Ji Chen was about to meet him, but saw the old monk's whole body trembling, as if he had been seriously injured.

Wuxiang's pupils were slack, and he retreated ten steps in a row, returning to the original place.

He hurriedly closed his eyes, but two tears flowed down, which were obviously blood.

Ji Chen was shocked: "This..."

Wei Ping murmured: "He opened his eyes!"

Ziyun Temple has the "watching qi technique" to open the eyes of the sky, and the similar technique in Buddhism is called "wisdom eye", which can observe the luck of monks, vaguely see the fragments of the past and the future.

"Looking at Donor Song" is naturally not looking at a simple surface.

Wei Ping didn't know if Wu Xiang regretted it tonight, but he guessed that the other party was not feeling well, so he couldn't help laughing secretly.

The old monk's voice trembled slightly: "So, so..."

A person walked out of the room, walked through the shadow of the eaves, and stood under the snow-like moonlight.

Song Qianji asked Wei Ping and Ji Chen: "Are you okay?"

The two shook their heads.

Wu Xiang opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, his eyes were cloudy and dull: "Benefactor Song, I've bothered you so much, so I'm leaving."

Song Qianji didn't know what the other party saw.But in his previous life, Ziyun Guanzhu looked at him and was almost blinded by the black smoke billowing from his body.

He was never afraid of being watched.

Wu Xiang didn't see Song Qianji's face clearly at all, only a human silhouette was vaguely seen.

The man was covered with golden light, extremely bright, like a raging fire, and there was a trace of purple electric light mixed in the brilliant gold, which was the remaining power of thunder.

Just one glance, like thousands of golden needles piercing his eyes, his eyes are already injured.

This is usually not the case. Song Qianji just broke through tonight, his luck is in full swing, and the thunder is still alive.

He shouldn't be watching.

The guest had already left, but Song Qianji refused to let him go: "May there be a chance to give me a gift, Master? A string of rosary is also fine."

Wu Xiang was startled, and shook his head: "The poor monk just saw it, you and I have no fate."

Song Qianji sighed falsely: "It's a pity."

Wu Xiang stared at him with cloudy eyes: "The benefactor of Song Dynasty has strong luck, which is unparalleled in the world, and destiny has its own fortune."

Song Qianji smiled politely: "You are too polite."

While the two were talking, Wu Xiang had already walked to the gate of the Song Courtyard, Song Qianji said: "It's late tonight, the sky doesn't keep guests, come here often when you have nothing to do."

When someone walked out of the Immortal Mansion, Ji Chen couldn't help it anymore: "Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qianji: "I'm fine."

Wei Ping: "Is something wrong with this monk?"

Song Qianji hesitated: "He is indeed practicing the orthodox exercises of Buddhism, and there is no trace of malice in him."

He couldn't figure out the opponent's background, even with the blessing of Song Yuan's formation, he might not be able to keep this person tonight.

Wuxiang remained unchanged from the one he had seen in his previous life, with benevolent brows and kind eyes, as if he was about to talk about life and Buddhism with him.

No matter the past life memory or the long river of time, there is no past of this person.

If he had never seen the ruby ​​beads of Meng Heze and He Qingqing, he would have regarded the other party as just a respected mage.

Song Qianji suddenly remembered: "Where's the assassin during the day?!"

He entered the realm created by the Immortal Spring, from day to night, and when he woke up, he was met with Wuxiang's visit. After delaying this time, wouldn't Lin Feiyuan be dead?

As soon as the word "Assassin" came out, Wei Ping felt a little flustered, bowed his head and said, "I'm locked up next door, I've been given medicine, and I'm not dead."

Song Qianji felt relieved: "You have been busy all day, go back and rest."

Ji Chenxi said: "Okay, brother Song has a surprise breakthrough to Yuanying today, shall we have hot pot tomorrow to celebrate?"

Wei Ping worried: "Mr. Song, that assassin is dangerous and has ulterior motives, I want to stay and guard."

Song Qianji: "No need."

Wei Ping did not have the confidence to insist: "The assassin is insidious and cunning, and he is good at sowing discord, sir, don't listen to his nonsense. Why don't you stick a forbidden speech talisman on him."

Song Qianji only said: "Go back."

……

"If you want to kill, you have to scrape. Be quick." Lin Feiyuan leaned against the wall and said to the people who entered the door.

Although he was seriously injured, his mind was clear and he could hear the movements in the courtyard just now.

He thought that the outsiders were in trouble, Song Yuan would have a fierce battle, and he might take advantage of the chaos to escape.

But Song Qianji woke up, and he didn't show his weapons and didn't make a move, inexplicably defusing the crisis.

"Extremely hypocritical!" Listening to Song Qianji's tone of "it's a pity" and "it's okay to come here often", Lin Feiyuan could almost imagine the fake and disgusting smile on the other party's face.

According to his experience, this kind of person is so glamorous on the surface, but he is so vicious behind closed doors.

Song Qianji is now closed.

The moonlight was blocked outside the door, the candlelight was dim, and the figures were blurred.

Only footsteps echoed in the empty room, Lin Feiyuan refused to admit the fear in her heart.He thought, if I am lucky enough not to die tonight, there will always be a chance to pay me back a hundred times in the future.

Song Qianji squatted down, and Lin Feiyuan looked at his face closely, only to realize that there was no murderous look in his eyes.

Song Qianji untied the trapped formation and helped him up.The small formation he set up by Ji Chen only needed one finger.

Lin Feiyuan's arms were shattered, but she didn't seem to know the pain:

"Song Xianguan, I forgot to congratulate you on breaking through the Nascent Soul. Surviving a catastrophe will bring you blessings. You should confess me."

Song Qianji didn't speak, and sent spiritual energy after feeling the pulse to sort out the chaotic spiritual energy in the opponent's body.

Lin Feiyuan's complexion was even worse: "You are going to sing a good face, but who will sing a bad face? Didn't Wei Ping leave?"

After the aura cleared up, Song Qianji applied wound medicine to the opponent, tied his arms, and sealed the acupoints all over his body.In this way, seriously injured mortals have almost no lethality.

"Let's recuperate." Song Qianji said before leaving, "You can't get out of this yard."

Lin Feiyuan didn't fall asleep all night.He didn't know what Song Qianji wanted to do, he suspected that the medicine was poisonous.

Or Song Qianji wanted to cure him and hit him again.

The next day, Wei Ping boiled the medicine as usual, and Song Qian came in with the medicine.

Lin Feiyuan sneered: "Song Xianguan is so hypocritical, what is he trying to do? Wei Ping is not good for you to be a dog, expect me to be a dog too?"

He is still arrogant, as if he has never been beaten.

As long as a monk with a little temper can't bear it.

Song Qianji was not angry, only a little helpless: "Do you have to talk to me like this?"

Lin Feiyuan smiled exaggeratedly: "Isn't it Song Xianguan, do you still want to hear something nice? I take money to kill people, not to take money to perform!"

Song Qianji whispered to himself: "It's my fault, I should have known..."

I knew that a dog's mouth couldn't spit out ivory, so why bother with you.

Lin Feiyuan is not Meng Heze Weiping, nor Ji Chen, so it is impossible to speak human words.

"What? You're wrong—hiss!" Lin Feiyuan gasped.

Without saying a word, Song Qianji made a sudden move, picked up his collar, dragged him staggeringly to the edge of the well, and pressed him headfirst into the mouth of the well.

"This formation in the well was arranged for the last person who wanted to kill me. Do you want to try it?"

Lin Feiyuan saw a deep well like an abyss, without any shadows reflected, exuding a heavy and cold aura.

He was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and gasped hissingly: "Stop pretending? Finally can't pretend anymore?!"

Song Qianji picked him up again, and with a click, he removed his chin neatly.

Lin Feiyuan struggled: "I don't drink the medicine made by Wei Ping!"

That guy Wei Ping wished that he died quietly, who knew if there was any poison in it.

Half of the medicinal soup was spilled, staining half of Song Qianji's sleeve, but the other half was still poured down.

Lin Feiyuan choked so much that she almost coughed out her lungs, swearing and swearing.

Song Qianji threatened in a low voice in his ear: "If you don't drink again, your teeth will be broken next time!"

"Brother Song!"

Just when Ji Chen entered the hospital, Song Qianji raised a gag in his hand, Lin Feiyuan was so full of obscenities that he couldn't speak, and went back to the room and slammed the door hard.

Ji Chen: "I found out that the assassin was the famous Lin Feiyuan. Many Nascent Souls died by his hands. Brother Song is so powerful that he actually defeated him!"

Song Qianji set up a chessboard by the table, and said flatly, "It's not that I beat him, it's that I bullied him."

It was three years after he met Lin Feiyuan in his previous life.Now the other party has not obtained the "Wealth Knife", and he has lived hundreds of years longer than Lin Feiyuan in this life.

What's the sense of accomplishment in bullying a child?

Not at all.

When Ji Chen saw Song Qianji holding the chessboard, he was half happy and half worried. He knew he was about to be killed, but he looked forward to making progress.

Ji Chen: "Brother Song, why didn't you kill him?"

Song Qianji: "It's not that he wants to kill me. He just took other people's money, or negotiated some conditions."

Ji Chen: "Brother Song is too kind."

Song Qianji shook his head.

When he met Lin Feiyuan in his previous life, he was still escaping from hunting and killing, down and out, and after many twists and turns, he was led by others to find the leader of the black market assassin who lived in nowhere.

On a snowy night, Lin Feiyuan sat by the stove and ate roasted sweet potatoes without closing the door.

He raised his legs high and didn't have to look at people directly: "Take all cats and dogs to me."

The introducer was afraid that he would get angry, so he said a few nice words and ran away in a hurry.

Liu Song Qianji stood alone in the snow blowing, looking at the lively fire in the house: "I want to ask you to introduce a business."

Lin Feiyuan sneered while eating roasted sweet potatoes: "Are you short of money? I think you have a good face. Go to the 'Laichun Pavilion' next door to sell your face. You should earn more."

Song Qianji suppressed his temper because he knew he couldn't beat him: "I'm not an assassin. I'm just temporarily short of money."

Lin Feiyuan ate well and ignored him.

Song Qianji asked: "How much do you pay for killing a golden elixir?"

"Small work like Jindan, if you don't pay more, it's 30." Lin Feiyuan said.

"I only need three hundred, and the rest is yours."

Lin Feiyuan raised her head: "Why don't you say thirty."

Song Qianji thought about it seriously: "It's also possible."

"Okay?" After being surprised, Lin Feiyuan grinned maliciously and threw out a portrait, "The next door to the Spring Pavilion, someone wants to buy this person's life. If you can kill him before the play is over, I will I'll give you three hundred."

Song Qianji had seen this person before, and he knew that Lin Feiyuan did it on purpose.Although this person is a foundation builder, there is a Jindan Consummation offering protection by his side.

But he had no choice but to turn around and walk away with his sword in his arms, heading for the Goulan Courtyard where the flowers and the moon are thick and full of singing and dancing.

The libretto and silk and bamboo sounds passed through the wind and penetrated into the ears, becoming more and more clear.

There is a school of singing and dancing in the building to promote peace and harmony.

Song Qianji hid his breath and mixed in the crowd.

It's Miaoyan's tune again, and everyone in the world likes to play it.The monks occasionally go down the mountain to enter the mortal world, and they also like to hear this.

Years later, he couldn't count how many people he killed with such a tune.

The man died without a sound, his eyes were closed as if he was intoxicated, and he just lowered his head.

The play on the stage was still singing, with fluttering sleeves, babbling.

Song Qianji walked out of the opera building, blood dripped, and the screams and confusion began.

After tonight, Song Qianji officially opened.

He is equipped with evasion, concealment and light body skills, which is not only suitable for escape, but also suitable for assassination.

Lin Feiyuan kept him to make money, whoever made him cheap and easy to use, only charged three hundred per order.

He didn't complain about suffering, tiredness, or complaints when he was seriously injured. He only bought exercises, magic tools, and talismans for saving spiritual stones, and practiced hard every day.

He doesn't drink alcohol, doesn't approach women, and lives a boring life without any entertainment.

Lin Feiyuan had never seen such a person.He felt that even a direct disciple of the great sect would not work so hard to such a perverted level.

Song Qianji either has a blood feud or is sick.

The two live under the same roof, from winter to spring, and rarely meet or talk.

Lin Feiyuan once reminded the other party: "I'm just renting the land for you to live in. If you have trouble and come to the door, I will turn around and leave. Don't expect me to care about your life."

Song Qianji said: "I know. Don't bother."

"You're smart."

Having said that, Lin Feiyuan has more troubles, and the two have to help each other.

Song Qianji was too witty, and Lin Feiyuan didn't know what was wrong with her, so she helped the other party lead the line once:

"The Beihai Sand Washing Sect wants to recruit a guest, and I've signed up for you."

Song Qianji sat under a tree sharpening his sword.The shadow of a broken tree swaying in the wind fell all over him.

"Did you hear that?" Lin Feiyuan lifted his foot and kicked his boots, "You still look down on the position of Keqing in the overseas school? No matter how small or broken the school is, it is also a serious mountain gate. You went to monopolize a small hill and get points every year. Enshrine, and in a few years, I will take in a few little apprentices and little Taoist boys to honor you."

"In a few years, marry a blind Taoist partner with your face, and practice comfortably and steadily in this life. You are still young, and your talent is quite good. Don't hang out with us all day long. What hall of fame?"

Assassins, most of them were from bad backgrounds, or were expelled from the sect, or had dark wounds on their meridians, and their path was cut off. They were destined to stay in a certain realm forever, knowing that they had no chance to go further.

I can't see the future of casual cultivators, so I choose to take risks, and I am drunk now when I have wine.

Song Qianji didn't want to waste time chatting: "Hua Weizong issued a 'kill order' to me, Liu Hongshan ordered my head, no small sect would dare to accept me."

Lin Feiyuan frowned, looked at the sky and scolded a curse, pointed to the ground and scolded Song Qianji: "How did you offend Hua Weizong?"

Song Qianji raised his head and glanced at him: "I have to blame myself."

Lin Feiyuan waited for a while, saw that Song Qianji had no intention of speaking again, and before leaving, kicked him again, not lightly but not seriously: "Unlucky bastard."

It is true that Song Qianji is a "unlucky thing", but his fate is also hard.He saved up enough money and left, breaking into a secret realm to fight for life and death.

Holding back his breath, he vowed to be a master.

He never made any friends in his life.He will kill anyone who wants to kill him.

Later, when I heard about Lin Feiyuan, it was the news of his death.

Lin Feiyuan died a miserable death, nine out of ten assassins did not end well.Song Qianji had expected this for a long time, but he remembered that someone had said to him before: "In this life, I will practice comfortably and steadily..."

At the end of the round, Ji Chen scratched his hair: "I won't play today, I'll take my time."

Song Qianji accepted: "Okay."

He knocked on Lin Feiyuan's door: "Come out for dinner."

Lin Feiyuan opened the door, wondering if there was a mistake, I still eat?

Ji Chen smiled sincerely: "I really envy you. Brother Song personally feeds you medicine and calls you to eat."

Lin Feiyuan was affixed with a curse, she couldn't make a sound when she opened her mouth, her mandible was still hurting, and she shouted in her heart: "You envy you!"

Are there normal people in this ghost place?Are they all controlled by Song Qianji's magic?

He had heard earlier that Song Qianji was cultivating a sorcery to control people's hearts and make people believe in him unconditionally, so as to increase his luck.

Suddenly aware of an unkind gaze, Lin Feiyuan turned her head, and saw Wei Ping staring at him with a complicated expression, carrying a carved food box.

Lin Feiyuan smiled, feeling inexplicably comfortable.

He opened his mouth at an angle that only Wei Ping could see, silently threatening: "Three days."