salted fish soaring

The wind on Broken Mountain Cliff whimpered.

The ice wheel is hanging, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and Manjusri is silent in the middle of the night.

With such a cold face, as if he was about to strike at any moment, the two scholars named Qing Zhai and Zi Mo behind him couldn't help feeling anxious.

Song Qianji was not afraid at all, and even smiled eagerly:

"People in this world don't know each other. As long as you are willing, we know each other. I can also introduce myself."

The words fell to the ground, almost splashing snow waves.

Meng Heze thought to himself, why is Brother Song so abnormal tonight?

Do you have to have trouble with Midnight Manjusri?

But Ji Chen thought, these two people have no grievances or enmity. Brother Song regards fame like floating clouds, and he is definitely not a stingy person. Could it be because... because of Fairy Qingqing? !

That's right, how could I forget her, Miss Chen, I'm sorry, it turns out that Brother Song still has Miss He in his heart!

Ji Chen couldn't help smiling, Meng Heze pressed the sword with his right hand, poked him with his left hand, and angrily sent a voice warning:

"At this critical moment, are you still thinking wildly?! The opponent is about to draw a knife!"

Ziye Manjusri finally spoke and asked, "What kind of sword do you practice?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "I don't use a sword."

Ziye Manjusri looked at him with indifferent eyes, but his tone was serious: "No, you use a sword."

Song Qianji was silent for a moment, without lying or perfunctory: "Yes, I used a sword!"

"Where is the sword?!" Ziye Manjusri said.

Qingzhai and Zimo suddenly felt excited, as long as the guy surnamed Song answered, the next sentence of his courtyard supervisor would be "draw your sword".

When two tigers meet, they will fight for the king. If they dare to challenge face-to-face, "Suppressing the realm, I will slow you down by half a step", let him see how powerful he is.

"The sword is here..." Song Qianji wanted to say "the sword is in my heart", but the Jingping bottle in the Zifu shook, reminding him that there is only the fountain of immortality now, "The sword is in the pawnshop, I pawn it."

Ziye Manjusri's face changed slightly.

The night wind howled, blowing his black clothes up and down.

Under the other party's stern gaze, Song Qianji suddenly felt wronged.

He knew that it must be uncomfortable to be interrupted in his fighting spirit, so he lowered his head and tugged at the tassels on the sleeves of his dress:

"Aren't we discussing about exchanging news, why are swords involved?"

Ji Chen pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "If it wasn't for the sword in exchange for Lu Yi, why would you be a Yuan Yinglang?"

"Xiao Ji!" Song Qianji shouted, "Don't talk nonsense."

Midnight Manjusri had already heard: "It's you."

At the Dengwen Conference, He Qingqing played "Wind and Snow into the Battle" to help him break through.

Ziye Manjusri once heard by chance that He Qingqing was given a piano by someone else, and that's why he was so surprised.

"It's me." Song Qianji could only nod.

Lights were lit not far away, and the sound of snow being trampled on was particularly obvious in the quiet night.

It is a patrol disciple of Huawei Sect Law Enforcement Hall, who will patrol here.

Ziye Manjusri said lightly, "Farewell."

He turned away.

The scholars in Tsing Yi and Zi Shan hurriedly followed.

Qing Zhai said angrily: "He teases people like this, why should we put up with him?!"

Zi Mo persuaded: "As a guest in Huawei Sect, the wedding banquet is not easy to see blood, and the senior supervisor of the courtyard puts the overall situation first."

Ziye Manjusri said calmly, "He has no malicious intentions."

The two looked back and saw Song Qianji standing there waving goodbye.

No malice, what do you mean?

It just so happened that his shout came along Night Breeze: "Fellow Daoist Ziye, see you tomorrow!"

"It doesn't look like a serious monk in a formal dress, and he has the filthy air of a casual cultivator." Qing Zhai was even more angry: "What kind of chess and books are excellent, romantic, indifferent and peaceful, all fake, he is a stalker Scoundrel! Don't be courteous for nothing, rape or steal, brother, don't be fooled by him!"

Zi Mo: "The rogue is a trivial matter, maybe he is also perverted. I heard that he caught the assassin but did not kill him, and locked him in the Song Courtyard to torture him day and night."

Ziye Manjusri stopped suddenly, and looked back at the two of them with ice-like eyes.

The two were startled, their faces turned pale, and they saluted together: "Brother Supervisor, I know I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" Ziye Wenshu was expressionless.

Qing Zhai wiped off his cold sweat: "I was very angry for a while, talking about others behind my back, offending my tongue."

"How's the court law?" Ziye Manjusri asked.

Zi Mo said in a low voice: "You don't judge people without grounds, and you don't avoid people when you judge people. Those who say people are right and wrong must be right and wrong."

"Stretch out your hand." Ziye Wenju raised the scabbard.

Dongyue hid in the night clouds, and the snow suddenly darkened.

Song Qianji watched the backs of the three go away, submerged in the chaotic tree shadows, and turned around with his hands behind his back:

"Xiao Meng, do you know where he lives?"

Meng Heze: "The monks in Qingya all live in the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

Song Qianji walked briskly: "Okay, stop him halfway tomorrow."

This person doesn't eat soft and hard things, doesn't eat oil and salt, cries poor and sells miserably, he turns a blind eye to it, and forces him to die rather than submit, which is harder than the ice at the end of the continent.

But compared to facing Xian Jianchen, Song Qianji would rather face this person, after all, he had already summed up a set of methods to deal with Ziye Manjusri in his previous life.

This method is not easy to imitate, but the essence of the summary is three words

--shameless.

Ji Chen was suddenly excited, and clapped his hands and shouted interestingly: "Stop him, block him!"

Meng Heze couldn't help it: "Senior brother, why did you provoke him? Senior brother didn't like making trouble before."

Song Qianji smiled and said, "The purpose of finding a little trouble is to avoid big trouble in the future."

Meng Heze didn't understand, but he also smiled and said, "It's as long as senior brother is happy."

……

When Wei Zhanyang knocked on the door, there was already a cold wind blowing all the way, and he believed that his mind was clear.

But He Qingqing's shadow still lingers.

Weird, what kind of sorcery did this fairy practice to confuse people?

How come when I saw her face, my enthusiasm wavered and my blood boiled.

But Xianyinmen is a big sect, and the name of Mingmen is decent, with "name" first.

He Qingqing is the only direct descendant of Fairy Jiangyun, so there is no need to take the risk of practicing sorcery.

While thinking about it, the knock on the door was a little noisy, and the middle-aged man in the room scolded: "Why are you panicking?!"

Wei Zhanyang said in a low voice: "Father, it is a matter of family prosperity, honor and disgrace, and there should be no delay."

The door opened and closed quietly again.

There were quarrels, broken teapots, chairs overturned in the room, and finally fell silent.

"She will become the head of the Xianyin Sect in the future, and the Xianyin Sect will be ours. I want all the beauties in the world."

"This matter was decided by the family. The ancestors even nodded. If you change it, you can change it. How can it be so easy?!"

Wei Zhanyang lifted the fallen chair: "Father, don't worry, if we divorce, we will have the truth and be more respectful."

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered: "You want to design Chen Hongzhu to voluntarily withdraw from the engagement?"

"He Qingqing and Chen Hongzhu were together. Now that Fairy He came to see me, where did Chen Hongzhu go and who did he meet?" Wei Zhanyang sneered, "Of course it was Song Qianji."

The middle-aged man was a little startled: "She has the guts?!"

"She didn't have it. But Song Qianji is very romantic and used to seduce female cultivators."

In the beginning, in order to form an alliance with Huaweizong and the Zhao family, they took part in the assassination of Song Qianji as a testimonial.

Now Song Qianji is not only alive, but also promoted to Yuanying, sitting in Qianqu, defecting from all directions, and his power is growing.

In the eyes of everyone in the cultivation world, sooner or later he will establish himself as king.

The Wei Ping they sent never returned and was used by Song Qianji.

Wei Zhanyang said: "If the eldest lady elopes with someone before the ceremony, we will make up another drama about 'running at night with red candles' and sing it all over the world of comprehension. At that time, how can Hua Weizong have the face to fall out with us? "

The middle-aged man laughed: "There is no man in the world who is willing to cuckold himself."

Wei Zhanyang took a deep breath: "Be ruthless in doing great things."

The middle-aged man was lost in thought.

Wei Zhanyang persuaded: "Father, the current situation is the most favorable for us. The Huaweizong and the Zhao family and Song Qianji have become deadly enemies. They are in the front, and we are behind. We can attack when we advance, and we can defend when we retreat. It’s better to figure it out slowly. Let them fight first, it’s best if Song Qianji’s vitality is seriously injured, and Qianqu is completely independent, and has nothing to do with Huaweizong.”

"Wei Ping has already had a deep influence in Qianqu. His identity has not been revealed yet. When it will be revealed is up to us. As long as the timing is good enough, Song Qianji will kill him, and the two will become enemies. By then Qianqu A mess is our chance."

A rich Qianqu County that has nothing to do with Huawei Sect;

A He Qingqing who is more powerful than Chen Hongzhu.

Who can not be moved.

"How sure are you that you can get Chen Hongzhu to voluntarily withdraw the engagement before the ceremony tomorrow?"

Wei Zhanyang said: "My son has a plan in mind."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes: "Then let's do it, the ancestor's side, and take care of it for the father."

……

The sound of the piano in the bamboo forest stopped, as if the Dingdong spring had frozen instantly and stopped flowing.

The woman playing the piano looked up and asked, "Are you out?"

He Qingqing looked at the woman without speaking, her eyes seemed cold.

Until Miao Yan called her: "Elder Sister."

He Qingqing laughed: "Yes, I'm late."

Miao Yan did not bring a maid, but only a qin.He Qingqing also returned alone.

The white snow bends the emerald bamboo, making occasional squeaks.

The first official meeting between them was also in the bamboo forest of Huawei Sect.

At that time the atmosphere was very lively, only He Qingqing was out of place.

She didn't dare to refuse anyone's kindness, and gave the complete "Song of Wind and Snow" to everyone.

"Red Candle is engaged tomorrow, don't miss her." Miao Yan said.

She has always been uninterested in other people's private affairs, and she doesn't know why tonight is abnormal.

Maybe it was because Chen Hongzhu was also her cousin, maybe she was curious about who He Qingqing was going to see.

"Junior Sister, this has nothing to do with you." He Qingqing smiled and said, "If you have time, think about your situation."

Miaoyan's heart is hard to break because of "Song of Wind and Snow", and Wang Shu is eager to suppress Jiangyun, and is increasingly dissatisfied with the absent-mindedness of his proud apprentice.

Even outsiders can see the rift between master and apprentice.

Miao Yan remained unmoved.She has a noble and quiet temperament, and she never looks angry in front of outsiders.

That's not beautiful.

She only said calmly: "Elder Sister, I think your situation is more dangerous than mine."

Along the way of cultivation, He Qingqing did put in hard work, and Jiang Yun provided behind her.

But who has the ability to make a name for himself, which monk is not diligent and painstakingly studying day and night?

Since becoming a teacher, Miaoyan has also enjoyed the best resources and talents, and still does not dare to slack off in her efforts.

After years of accumulation, there is today's achievement.

If this gap can be smoothed out by hard work, then the immortal journey he seeks is a joke.

Miao Yan is very sure that the other party must have used extraordinary means.

He Qingqing's smile disappeared and she walked past her.

"I'll know." Miao Yan said.

He Qingqing understood what she was talking about.

Time passed in a hurry, and I had already worshiped my master, practiced new techniques, and obtained a new magic weapon.

That piece of music was like a straw. She climbed the straw and got ashore, and the mission of the grass was completed.

She ran forward desperately, turning her head occasionally, and could only vaguely see the shadow of that person standing under the moonlight.

Only Miao Yan, still living in that snowstorm, is a prisoner.