salted fish soaring

The cold moon shines on the remaining snow, and the thousand mountains are covered with silver light.

When Song Qianji went out, he said that he was going to "see the flowers".

Ji Chen was very surprised: "Where are there flowers in winter and night?"

Lin Feiyuan felt that he was too big-hearted, and even in the enemy camp, he couldn't change the problem of looking at flowers and grass.

Song Qianji pointed out the window: "Not far."

Meng Heze and Ji Chen insisted on following.

The three of them went up to the cliff at night.

The snow in the mountains is soft when you step on it, and it makes a slight "creaking" sound, which is very cute.Ji Chen was very playful, he rolled a snowball and hit Meng Heze from behind.

Meng Heze tilted his head, and the snowball flew into the abyss without hearing any echo.

The white mist rises under the cliff, and it is impossible to see the end.

The ancient pines on the cliff side are slanting, the pine needles are half withered, covered with a thick layer of snow like clouds.

Song Qianji knew that this was the oldest tree in Huawei Mountain, and its appearance was not majestic or tall.

The four seasons are always the same. In spring, insects and birds are singing, and the drizzle is green, but it is not more lush because of this.

In the winter solstice, the birds are dead, and the mountains are cold, but it does not wither.

For thousands of years, it has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, thunder and lightning, and burning fire.The roots go deep into the ground and extend in all directions, almost integrating with Huawei Mountain.

Just like the oldest old man in a big family, he does not have the strongest power, but he has the deepest foundation.

Song Qianji touched the rough tree trunk, took a drop of Immortal Spring from the clean bottle, reached out and touched the treetop.

His friendship with Immortal Spring is getting better and better.

At first it was untouchable, but later it was possible to take out the water mist from the mouth of the bottle, and now it is possible to use a drop of real spring.

Meng Heze and Ji Chen knew that he liked to touch plants, so they didn't think it was strange.

They kept a distance from Song Qianji and did not disturb him.

"This is where Senior Brother Song and I really got to know each other," Meng Heze said to Ji Chen.

"I know, you told me that you have lived and died together, survived a near death, and fought wits and courage with Deacon Zhao. So you have always thanked him..." Ji Chen was still playing with throwing snowballs.

Meng Heze shook his head: "I'm not grateful now, if I have to say one thing, it should be comfort."

He took the snowball thrown by Ji Chen: "I'm out with swords and swords, and as long as I think of Senior Brother Song, who is safe and sound, living peacefully in the Song Garden, growing vegetables and flowers, I feel at ease. No matter how far I wander, The world is so difficult, there is always a place to return to..."

"As a result, as soon as I returned to Qianqu, I heard that my brother had been assassinated and even blocked Wei Ping's sword. What did I think at that time? Wei Ping, a bastard, I have nothing to do with him!" Ji Chen was about to persuade, but Meng Heze lowered his voice. Channel:

"But now I want him here."

Ji Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "Me too, he's actually a nice guy, and he's quite pitiful, after being rejected by the girl he likes..."

Meng Heze was alert: "What are you talking about? Where is the girl from?"

Ji Chen immediately covered his mouth with horror in his eyes: "I never said that!"

"You just said it."

"You heard wrong!"

Snowballs flew high one by one, falling to the ground like meteors.The two chased back and forth, ran away from Song Qianji, but suddenly stopped together.

The snowball thrown out was hit back.

With vigor, it was blasted into ice crystal powder.

Meng and Ji suddenly changed color.

Song Qianji patted the old tree as farewell.

"Don't move." He took a few steps forward and signaled Meng Heze to withdraw his sword.

In the darkness, the sound of breaking wind is sharp and short, and the snow is shining brightly.

"Is there someone practicing swords over there?" Ji Chen asked curiously.

"It's not practicing swords, it's practicing knives." Song Qianji said, "One is practicing knives, and the other two are fighting by the side."

"Brother?" Meng Heze was a little surprised, "What a sharp blade."

Song Qianji nodded.

Manjusri in the middle of the night is used to practicing swords in a secluded place at midnight.

The Huawei Sect invites a large number of guests, and there is no place more remote than Song Qianji's.

Ziye Manjusri's black knife is called "Snow Blade".

Looking at this person in the hot summer, refreshing and refreshing, looking at this person in the winter...

Who wants to see him in winter?Isn't the snow cold enough?

Song Qianji turned his head and left, while Meng Heze and Ji Chen hurriedly followed.

He seems to be impolite, but the most sensible and trouble-free way is to directly express "no intention to disturb".

If the monks are not from the same school or friends, it is impolite to watch each other practice exercises, and it is easy to be taboo.

Accidentally bumping into it is like stepping into someone's hot spring pool by mistake, it's best as if you have never seen it before.

Song Qianji stepped on the snow "creaking" and Ziye Manjusri's cultivation improved again.Stronger than at this time in the previous life.

Why did such a genius never attract Xian Jianchen's attention.

Because he is reticent, unmovable, every word and deed is like a ruler, and he never makes mistakes.

He was definitely the type of person Xian Jianchen hated the most.

——Midnight Manjusri has "boring" written on his face, no, he is simply "boring" himself.

Looking at the long river of time, Xian Jianchen's personality is extremely selfish. To recruit apprentices is not only based on talent, but also on temperament and appetite.

Even though the savior Wei Zhenyu learned swords with him, he made him miserable.

Xian Jianchen's personality flaws and eccentricities are so many that he can scare him to death due to intensive phobia, and he does everything according to his will without trace.

Song Qianji would rather deal with a hundred Xuyun than have anything to do with him.

Hearing the wind of the knife behind him, he fell into deep thought.

As long as he maintains a similar state to Ziye Manjusri in the future and is one step behind, he can reduce the probability of being targeted by Xian Jianchen.

If he really saw Xian Jianchen, he would immediately pretend to be Ziye Manjusri.

good idea!

The sound of stepping on the snow stopped, and Song Qianji waited quietly, letting the shadow of the moon move westward, the night wind blowing, and the cold dew falling, he couldn't help smiling.

"Brother Song, what's wrong?" Ji Chen asked.

"I have some things to do, you go back first."

The two don't leave.

Finally, the wind of swords at the back died down, Song Qianji turned around, strode forward, and said in a loud voice: "Under Song Qianji, Ziye Dao is friendly, it's the first time we meet, please take the liberty to bother—"

Meng Heze and Jichen looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The knife practitioner is Ziye Manjusri, why did Song Qianji greet him?

He never took the initiative to get acquainted with monks. Could it be that the supervisor of Qingya courtyard is a hidden master of farming?

One is the youngest Nascent Soul, a genius who has been famous for many years.

The other came from behind, and it took only one year from the Dengwen Conference to the Thunder Tribulation.

In front of Song Qianji, it was difficult for others to mention Ziye Manjusri.

In front of Ziye Manjusri, everyone in Qingya didn't mention Song Qianji.

The two of them felt that the king did not see the king.

Song Qianji left and returned for no reason.

The two people around Ziye Manjusri were more vigilant than Meng Heze and Ji Chen.

"Brother Supervisor, what is Song Qianji doing here?" asked the scholar in the dark green shirt.

"He also brought two people with him, look, that is 'Editor Ji'!" said the scholar in light purple shirt.

When Meng Heze went out for a trip, he took away the disciples of Huawei Sect's outer sect, and his reputation flourished.

Ji Chen stays at home, but his reputation in Qingya is better than Meng Heze's, all because of his name in the title book.

Qingya scholars are proud of being able to read a lot of books and learn all over the world, and Qianqu's title book is also known for its varied and abnormally difficult topics.

The strongest group of questioners in the cultivation world will never give up easily.

The booklet to help outer disciples and beginners of casual cultivation, they made it easy, and laughed and mocked after finishing it:

"The question types are really novel. There are a few questions that make people scratch their heads and give them a lot of praise, but it's a pity that it's not difficult."

"Only mud-legged people who have never seen the world think this thing is precious."

Not long after, rumors spread to Weiping's ears.He didn't get angry, let alone argue that the book was only for "mud-legged children" basic questions, he just smiled slightly, and released the "advanced version", with Ji Chen's name on it.

From then on, the nightmare began, and all the students in Qingya were pinned to the ground and beaten mentally repeatedly.

Countless late nights of fighting with the lights on, pointing at Ji Chen's name and yelling at him.

I really saw Ji Chen himself tonight, how could I not feel complicated.

As for Song Qianji, it was more complicated.

There are many people who worship and admire him because of copying "Hero Posts".But Song Qianji is far away in the sky, and the prison supervisor is close in front of him. His prestige has accumulated over time, and he is so close to the gods in the hearts of all living beings in Qingya that it cannot be shaken by a copybook.

When the two were repeatedly discussed and compared by outsiders, Ziye Manjusri's many supporters couldn't help feeling subtle hostility and fear towards Song Qianji.

The "Snow Blade Knife" reflected the moonlight, and a section of cold light shone on the snow, which was cooler than the moonlight.

With an ear-piercing sound, Ziye Wenshu withdrew his knife: "Huxin Pavilion, I've seen you before."

This is to refute the other party's "meeting for the first time".

Song Qianji walked closer and greeted with a smile: "We meet again, what a coincidence."

Ziye Manjusri raised his eyes and looked straight at him.

The moon in the sky, snow on the ground, people in black clothes and black knives.

This person stands with a knife, black and white are distinct.

His skin was pale and his lips were thin and bloodless.If it weren't for the light blue blood vessels protruding from the neck, the whole person would be like a white jade statue.

The brow bone is high, the eye sockets are slightly sunken, and the eyelashes are thickly covered, making the eyes appear deeper.

Song Qianji understood the meaning of this gaze——

Are you alright?

In the familiar cold air, Song Qianji took a deep breath: "Fellow Daoist Ziye, I'm here to discuss something with you."

He didn't talk any more nonsense, or go around in circles or build relationships.

Ziye Manjusri uttered two more words: "Please speak."

Song Qianji laughed: "Before you are about to break through in the future, can you send me a message to tell me?"

This time, before Manjusri opened his mouth in the middle of the night, the green-clothed scholar beside him shouted:

"Song Xianguan, what is the reason for your words?!"

In the battle for the Great Dao, the monks have always tried to be quick and strong.

First, there is only one recognized one, and second, countless people can claim it.

"I don't want to attract attention, I want to slow you down by half a step every time." Song Qianji said sincerely to Ziye Manjusri, "Of course I won't make your hard work in vain. If you need magic tools and talismans..."

Qingya and the two heard it in their ears, as if Song Qianji deliberately showed off that he had gained the limelight for this breakthrough, and also boasted that Qianqu County was rich in products, and his wealth is not what it used to be.

The Zishan scholar interrupted: "Don't bully me too much! I, Qingya, don't lack that little thing from you, Qianqu!"

"Qingzhai, Zimo." Ziye Wenshu said.

The two of them remained silent and stared at Song Qianji with an indignant look on their faces.

Ji and Meng also stared back.

The four fighting cocks fought with each other's eyes.

Song Qianji walked closer.

Ziye Manjusri didn't like strangers to get close to him, and wanted to block him with a knife, but for some reason, he didn't do anything.

"Fellow Daoist Midnight, I am sincere, can you think about it?" Song Qianji was unarmed, his breath was loose, and he was completely defenseless.

Ziye Manjusri frowned slightly, as if wondering:

"Did we know each other before?"

Song Qianji choked: "Fate once, doesn't count as acquaintance."

I really don't know each other in this life.

In the previous life, they met in the secret realm of the Blood River Valley. Forced by the crisis, the proud son of the famous family and the mud-legged casual cultivator walked together for a month.

Sleepless day and night in January, they tried their best to cooperate to survive, and also tried their best to guard against each other.

It's too much to say we're friends.The two have very different personalities, and they have a high temperament, and they have both scolded each other many harsh words.

Said to be an enemy, before Ziye Manjusri died, he had the opportunity to kill him, but he didn't do it.

After Ziye Manjusri died, Song Qianji recalled it for a while, and still felt a kind of loneliness of seeking defeat alone.