salted fish soaring

Wei Ping took a deep breath, let alone three days, he now wished that Lin Feiyuan would disappear immediately.

"Let's eat." The butler Wei smiled, opened the food box, and worked skillfully.

Thin slices of meat, washed and cut vegetables, and four small bowls of dipping sauce are placed on the table.

The charcoal stove was set up, and the copper pot of white soup was boiled.The four of them sat around the table, enveloped by the steaming warm white mist.

Seeing that Lin Feiyuan was being honest, Song Qianji tore off the gag talisman on his back.

Lin Feiyuan picked up the chopsticks, but stared at Song Qian's feeding bowl in front of the plane: "Change with me!"

Song Qianji looked puzzled.

Lin Feiyuan pushed her bowl over and said confidently, "I want to eat yours."

Ji Chen's face fell, and it was rare to show displeasure: "Brother Song didn't kill you, because he was kind and kind, healed your wounds, provided you with food and drink, and you have the nerve to be troublesome?"

Weiping Chuanyin yelled angrily: "Eat your own, I didn't poison you!"

Lin Feiyuan was indifferent. He didn't believe in Wei Ping, so he tapped his chopsticks and said, "That's right, Song Xianguan is the most benevolent in the world. I am troublesome, but I am troublesome."

Wei Ping suddenly patted the table, and the stone table and the table full of delicacies remained motionless, but Lin Feiyuan flew up with a mouthful of food bowl: "There is no such thing as a meal."

The small celadon bowl flew into the air, and when Ji Chen tapped it with the tip of his chopsticks, the violent pressure rushed straight to Lin Feiyuan's face.

Lin Feiyuan's arms were injured, and she couldn't use any spiritual energy, so she had to bend her back and lean back in the blink of an eye.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't hide, suddenly a blur appeared in front of his eyes, half of the sleeve of his white robe was stretched.

Song Qianji stably intercepted the bowl from mid-air, as if someone gave it to him with both hands.

"Eat." He pushed his bowl towards Lin Feiyuan, his eyes swept over Wei Ping and Ji Chen, "It's all the same."

There is no reason for anyone to fight at the dinner table.

The meat was already cooked, so Lin Feiyuan picked it up first with chopsticks, dipped it in the bowl, and chewed it.

He was suddenly stunned, looked at Wei Ping, and slowly grinned, "This bowl is really different!"

Wei Ping felt trembling in his heart: "Shut up!"

"Tsk, the scent of the hundred-year-old Sanzhi, I guess it is dried and ground into powder, mixed in the juice."

"Ah, South China Sea tiger head abalone, sautéed in soy sauce and fried in oil, then chopped into fine pieces, and spread finely on the bottom of the bowl."

"There are also white jade mushrooms and night star nectar..." Lin Feiyuan seemed to grab Wei Ping's tail, exaggerating: "It's so luxurious, delicacies from mountains and seas, making a bowl of dipping ingredients that look the same but are actually very precious. No wonder Song Xianguan didn't like it." Bigu, if you can eat like this every day, a fool would not eat it."

Wei Ping smiled innocently at Song Qianji: "It's all cheap on the street, Fellow Daoist Lin got it wrong."

One side of the sound transmission threatened: "Shut up, or we will see who will die first!"

Lin Feiyuan gorged on the meat arrogantly, and brought some food to Song Qianji: "Everyone eat. What are you Daoist Ji doing in a daze!"

Song Qianji glanced at him indifferently, without saying anything to blame, Lin Feiyuan already knew the meaning in his eyes.

——It’s nothing more than a gag talisman.

He snorted softly and said nothing more.

A hot pot meal was finally finished safely.

Lin Feiyuan was like a blasting talisman that could explode at any moment.

Wei Ping wanted to keep the man in charge, but Qianqu's investigation of suspicious persons had reached the final round, and the temple was detaining spies from various forces, waiting for him to interrogate.

Ji Chen is going to strengthen the old formation, and select a few lucky spies to experiment with the new formation, neither of them can stay longer.

Lin Feiyuan was the only idler, ostentatiously occupying the magpie's nest, observing the formation of the Song Academy.

Song Qianji didn't talk empty words, he really couldn't get out of this yard right now.

The formations of most monks' caves are set at normal temperature in all seasons, no cold or heat, and no dust.

The formation method of the Song Academy is different. In the eyes of ordinary monks, it is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, but the wind, snow, rain and dew are unimpeded.

Occasionally, there are thin and small wild cats running out along the base of the wall, jumping over the roof ridge, and climbing over the fence.

After seeing the formation of Song Yuan, Lin Feiyuan looked at Song Qianji again.

He wanted to know what kind of magic Song Qianji practiced.But Song Qianji didn't practice swords or meditate at all, and was doing idle things that had nothing to do with cultivation all day long.

These "nosy things" made Lin Feiyuan extremely uncomfortable.

He is older than Song Qianji, and has met many young monks. New assassins who have just entered the profession are not very old, and they always say things like "life and death are trivial things in this world", making him appear to be very cold and powerful.

After working for a long time, the killing becomes numb, the head hangs on the handle of the knife, and even life and death are trivial matters.

Lin Feiyuan's assassination was carefully arranged, and the chain was linked to the last hurdle.

Outside of business, he is used to living a loose life, listening to a few ditties, cutting a few new clothes, as if his life is not worth paying too much attention to.

Song Yuan was fine.

Song Qianji puts all his heart into everything he does.

After dinner, he stood under the plum tree, basking in the clear winter sun, holding up a small pot.Lin Feiyuan thought he was practicing martial arts, so she stepped forward quietly.

I saw the snow melted, drop by drop crystal clear, dripping from the edge of the plum petal into the mouth of the bottle, the sound was crisp.

Lin Feiyuan asked: "What is the use of this?"

"Make tea." Song Qianji replied.

"What is this doing now?"

"Choose the seeds to sow for the coming year."

Lin Feiyuan couldn't help asking: "Aren't all the seeds the same?"

"It's different." Song Qianji said: "The seeds are full and without scars. If you want to learn, I can teach you. Look at this one, it's a little flat in the middle..."

Lin Feiyuan: "Who wants to learn this?!"

Song Qianji continued to fiddle with the seeds on the table: "Besides killing people, you have to learn something else."

"I don't have any skills other than killing people!" Lin Feiyuan sneered, "I think you are sick."

If he wasn't injured, he wanted to pick up Song Qianji's collar and shout:

You are Song Qianji, the master of both chess and books.The youngest Nascent Soul in the world, his talent surpasses that of Ziye Manjusri, and is almost equal to Xian Jianchen's Song Qianji.

You are the Lord of Qianqu County, your enemies are sharpening their knives, how many people are staring at you and trying to kill you, what are you doing all day long.

Song Qianji stood up: "You are sick. You should take medicine."

Not long after, he brought the medicine bowl from the kitchen.

Lin Feiyuan turned her head away in disgust.

Song Qianji: "I just suffered, not Wei Ping."

Lin Feiyuan lowered her eyes.

The jet-black medicinal soup swayed slightly, reflecting his shadow.

"why?"

Why heal me, why don't you kill me, why don't you ask me.

It seemed that the assassination melted with the heavy snow without leaving a trace.

Song Qianji didn't understand: "Wei Ping boiled it, and you refused to drink it."

"I, I..." Lin Feiyuan wanted to say something, but Song Qianji raised his hand.

familiar pose.

He was instantly furious: "I'll do it myself! Can I do it myself!"

The clank and iron man, with a click, took off his chin and poured tons of medicine, and pushed it back with a click.

Song Qianji was speechless, and couldn't help reminding when putting away the bowl: "...Since you're here by yourself, just open your mouth."

Lin Feiyuan was silent for a moment, and kicked the bamboo fence: "It's all because of your broken yard, I'm going crazy!"

Song Qianji was not polite, and affixed a gag talisman to his back.

Lin Feiyuan opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound, and stared at him angrily.

Watch him plant daffodils, trim branches, and trim fences.

A day passed quietly, and I didn't realize that the moon was on the west building, and the lights were dim.

For Lin Feiyuan, this day passed too slowly and too fast.

In the evening, Wei Ping came to make supper. The fragrant glutinous rice cakes with plum blossoms were skewered on bamboo sticks and covered with honey and nuts.

Wei Ping personally picked up one and handed it to Lin Feiyuan, and by the way transmitted the voice: "Tomorrow night at three o'clock in the morning, three birds chirping is a letter."

Lin Feiyuan likes sweets and is reluctant to throw them away.

He broke off half of it and called the thin cat in the corner: "You eat first."

not dead.Lin Feiyuan laughed and stuffed the other half of the cake into her mouth with satisfaction.

The khaki kitten gently rubbed against his calf, making a weak cry.

Lin Feiyuan thought to herself, in this hellish place, cats are like dogs, clingy and useless.

The field is barren in winter, and the vegetable garden is not afraid of being destroyed by cats and dogs, so Song Qianji turned a blind eye to Lin Feiyuan's raising cats.

……

At the border of Qianqu County, the north wind howled.

The guards trained by Weiping patrolled all night, with full helmets and full armor, and their steps were neat.

"Senior Brother Ji, are you here again?" Zhou Xiaoyun greeted.

"I'll make it up again. You are busy, don't worry about me."

The vast night was suddenly illuminated by a faint fire.

Ji Chen put down his array and squinted his eyes.

The flames meandered and came menacingly.

Most of the cultivators who want to sneak into Qianqu to find out today are sneaky, thieves are generally afraid of being discovered.

There are so many people here this time, do they want to come to the city?

"The leader is Senior Brother Meng!" The disciples of the hunting team at the head of the city put down their scopes and shouted loudly.

The figure outside the city responded: "I'm back, open the door—"

It was indeed Meng Heze's voice.

Ji Chen refused to retreat: "Wait a minute!"

Brother Meng went to pick up his family and brought back at most two carriages. How could he bring back a team that couldn't see the end?

Except for the four mortals, the team is all low-level monks.Moreover, there are thousands of people with disgraceful faces and wounds on their bodies.

Either way it doesn't look right.

He stared at Meng Heze's approaching figure, and asked cautiously, "How do you prove it?"

Meng Heze raised the sword that Song Qianji had forged for him: "I still have to prove it, take a close look at me!"

Ji Chen shook his head: "No way. You try to prove yourself."

He had also carefully looked at Master Wuxiang before, what was the result?It means he can't see people.

Seeing Ji Chen's doubts, Zhou Xiaoyun waved her hand immediately, aiming two rows of bows and crossbows at the city.

In full view, the situation is tense.

Meng Heze didn't have time to talk, he just took out an iron plate from his pocket and held it up high: "Is this okay?"

The handwriting on that card was crooked and ugly, and the words "master hunter" could barely be read under the firelight.

Ji Chen was overjoyed: "Quickly open the door, my characters are unique, no one in the world can imitate them! Brother Meng, it's great to have you back!"

There was a burst of praise from the team behind Meng Heze:

"What a special calligraphy, really hard to imitate!"

"This is the leader of the book test, the formation teacher Ji Chen?"

Meng Heze felt ashamed, and immediately stuffed the iron plate back into his arms.

The team finally entered the city gate, like a stream flowing into the sea.

"Brother Meng, who are they, your relatives?" Ji Chen asked.

Meng Heze: "They are the Huawei Sect's outer sect disciples. It's a long story. Many things happened along the way. Let's all settle down first."

Xu Wangshan was shocked: "Good guy, let one out, and bring back a group!"

"Come with me." Zhou Xiaoyun smiled, and said to the nervous but unbearably excited little disciples, "I'll be fine when I come back."

For some reason, there was a burst of sobs in the team.

Meng Heze looked at the formation and city defense: "What happened? I didn't have these when I left."

Ji Chen hesitated.Xu Kanshan had a bitter expression.

Meng Heze felt bad: "Quickly say it!"

Ji Chen voice transmission said: "Brother Song was assassinated at the Harvest Festival..."

Meng Heze's eyes turned black, and the world suddenly turned upside down.

Ji Chen supported him: "Fortunately, there is no serious problem, Brother Meng, what's wrong with you, Brother Meng?"

Meng Heze regained his composure, and squeezed out four words between his teeth: "Where is Wei Ping?"