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"Senior Brother Song, we seem to be here early." Ji Chen looked left and right, and there was only a patch of morning fog.

The sky was only turning a thin icy blue, and the afterimage of the moon hadn't faded away.

Song Yuan and his party have been fully equipped and are waiting for the rabbit.

This place is a three-way intersection, and it is also the only way for all the students of Qingya to go to the main peak.

There is a mountain pavilion beside the road, named "Hundred Flower Pavilion", which is hidden deep in the flowers in full bloom in spring.

The inner disciples of Huawei Sect often come here together to enjoy the scenery.

It's a pity that the cold winter is bleak now, and there are no floating flowers and waves, only snow.

Song Qianji sat in the pavilion filled with morning mist: "It's not early, he will come soon."

Manjusri in the middle of the night, practicing swords in the middle of the night.

Then I took out the pamphlet I carried with me and began to write in my diary seriously, usually half a stick of incense to finish writing.

Unless he was in distress, seriously injured, or other emergencies, he would maintain such a boring and regular routine.

Song Qianji was curious about the diary, but he never peeked at it.

Although they were walking together at that time, their relationship was ups and downs. He was afraid of seeing Ziye Manjusri draw circles on the small book, cursing him to die early.

Song Qianji once thought that the disciples of the Martial School were all like Ziye Manjusri.It is a compulsory homework to sort out the practice experience every day, and the master will check it when I go home.Every decent person keeps a diary.

It was later discovered that this was not the case.

Lin Feiyuan bent down to straighten the hem of his gown, like a dutiful disciple of the guard, but viciously transmitted the voice:

"I embroidered one stitch at a time, don't press out the creases! Can you sit upright, do you think you are farming in Songyuan?!"

Song Qianji admitted his mistake: "Sorry."

He straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and propped up the mighty frame of his previous life.

Not long after, I heard a soft call.The crisp girlish voice breaks the silence like a bird chirping in the early morning:

"Brother Song, is that you?"

The master of the Ziyun Temple did not come, so Li Ying brought more than ten disciples of the Ziyun Temple to the banquet.

Walking to the Baihua Pavilion, through the faint cold mist, I saw the people in the pavilion.

The man's appearance has not changed much, his profile is still handsome, he seems to be taller, and his figure is more straight.

The down-and-out drunkard in the spring night turned into a fairy with a high temperament.

The girl in the goose-yellow skirt ran towards the pavilion.Behind her, Ziyun Temple's disciples wanted to reach out to stop her, but they were a step too late, so they had to let her go.

Everyone knows that she is not very old, but she is of the same generation as the audience master, and she is by the chess ghost's side, unfettered and free.

The girl's smile is like a flower, her figure is light and her skirt is flying in the wind, like a milk swallow throwing herself into the forest.It made the eyes of all Qianqu disciples shine.

"Another one." Ji Chen raised his eyebrows and blinked, and Meng Heze scabbard him.

Song Qianji got up and said straightly: "Li Dao is friendly."

"It's really you, I almost didn't recognize you!" Li Ying blinked, "What do you call me? You either call me by my name, or Li Junior Sister. What does it mean to call you fellow daoist? Don't you know me?"

Song Qianji was a little embarrassed.The little girl had seen herself acting like a drunk, and she seemed to be frightened and cried.

He said gently, "I know you, Junior Sister Li."

Li Ying said happily: "I really didn't expect you to come, can you write another poem for me?"

She actually thought of it as soon as she came out, took out the small hairpin pen and letter for playing chess records, and immediately asked Song Qianji to write.

"Compose poetry again?" Song Qianji said with shame, "I don't know how."

He has no hobby of playing with words and ink, and at most writes doggerel with loose rhythm and disordered rhymes.

Before the other party could speak, he changed the subject first: "How is Mr. Chess Ghost?"

Li Ying's smile froze slightly, she nodded and shook her head again: "It's good or it's not good."

After the Dengwen Conference, Master seemed to have fulfilled his wish, he was in a good mood, and he was always smiling.But the body is getting weaker and weaker day by day, and the time for waking up is getting less and less.

Ziyun Temple is not a solid block, and many problems that did not exist before came one after another, and Li Ying had to face it.

When she was physically and mentally exhausted, she took out the words "planting potatoes" and looked at it, and she couldn't help laughing.

The paper pages were yellowed and frayed, but she still kept them with her body and carefully flipped through them.

Every time I read it, I think: "The hero post that caused a sensation in the world was originally written for me. The last three words are only reserved for me. No one of them knows, and no one can guess!"

Thinking of this, she suddenly sent a voice transmission to Song Qianji: "You go to the palace with me for the banquet. If you sit next to me, Hua Weizong will guess that you are still in touch with my master when we see you, so you dare not be here. I will embarrass you at the banquet."

Song Qianji thought she was innocent and cute, but said, "Thank you, Junior Sister Li, there is no need."

Li Ying wanted to say something more, when a voice called out not far away: "Song Xianguan!"

A white tiger walks out of the morning mist.It is almost as tall as a person, except for the flame-like pattern on its forehead, there is not a single hair on its body.

The red pupils are like blood, and they are mysterious and majestic.

The woman in purple jumped off the back of the tiger, and the delicate and beautiful Qiongyu flowers on the sideburns trembled, and two or three petals fluttered slowly.

Song Qianji was slightly startled, and walked out of the pavilion to say hello, "Fengdao is friendly."

Feng Ziyi did not go with the Dayan Sect disciples.

She likes to have fun, and took advantage of Chen Hongzhu's engagement ceremony to get together with various factions. Last night, she invited seven or eight good female nuns to play cards all night, and only went to the banquet together this morning.

Li Ying saw "Princess Dayanzong", and Feng Ziyi also saw "Grandma Ziyunguan".

The two saluted, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

Song Qianji felt that he shouldn't have entered the pavilion today, and his name was unlucky.

But who is to blame?

Blame Ziye Manjusri.

What was the big deal yesterday, and the diary was written so slowly this morning.

"No way." Ji Chen's smile was withered, and he wanted to cry without tears and pulled Meng Heze's shoulder: "Another one?! Is it reasonable? I don't have any yet!"

Meng Heze sternly threw him down.

"Song Xianguan, I haven't had time to congratulate you on your breakthrough after the Dengwen Conference." Feng Ziyi said bluntly, "The iron-eating mother I raised has given birth to a cub, and I will send one to your Qianqu County when you grow up. Being a mount is a congratulatory gift!"

Her white tiger lay quietly beside her, like a big lazy cat.

"I appreciate the kindness of the fairy." Song Qianji said, "It's just that iron-eating beasts are expensive, and I can't keep them alive."

Lin Feiyuan feeds all the cats in Song Yuan, and he also relies on Wei Ping for food.

Precious spirit beasts like iron-eating beasts should be reserved for monks who are proficient in beast control.

Ji Chen couldn't help being curious: "I have heard that the iron-eating beast is an ancient alien species that eats both iron and bamboo. It is fierce and brave in battle, but is it true?"

"Of course it is true!" Feng Ziyi laughed, "Young Master Ji is indeed very knowledgeable, he is worthy of being an editor."

Ji Chen became more and more excited: "And the fur color of the iron-eating beast is black and white, very special..."

Song Qianji coughed lightly: "It's really black and white."

When everyone turned their heads, they saw more than twenty people from Qingya walking from another mountain path with their heads held high and their sleeves fluttering.

The leader, Ziye Manjusri, is introverted, wearing black clothes, wearing a black knife, and pale complexion.

"It fits the occasion." Li Ying chuckled.

Feng Ziyi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.The female cultivators behind her covered their mouths and laughed together.

Before everyone in Qingya approached, they first heard the laughter of the oriole coming out of the valley, and then the ups and downs of light laughter, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Then I saw the young and lively Li Ying, the bright and sharp Feng Ziyi, and seven or eight female cultivators.

Like spring returning to the earth, flowers bloom on the white snow, and the flowers compete for beauty.

Looking closely, there is a thin figure standing under the three-character plaque of "Baihua Pavilion".

He was surrounded by emerald feathers and yellow shirts, colorful and colorful, and he was smiling faintly, not knowing whether it was helplessness or composure.

All the creatures in Qingya became alert immediately, and secretly transmitted a voice:

"What are they laughing at? Are they laughing at us? Or are they laughing at Senior Brother Supervisor?"

"That person is Song Qianji, Song Xianguan."

"What's a 'hero post', I think it's a hero who fell into a pile of fat. He flirted with the nun early in the morning, and he was really flirtatious."

Qing Zhai was annoyed for no reason: "He was pestering senior brother last night, but now he has both sides, and he is proud of himself."

Ziye Manjusri continued to walk forward without squinting.

Across all the good colors in the world, he seems to only see black and white.

Gu Ji was present, and everyone in Qingya remained silent, staring at Song Qianji, unabashedly showing disdain and contempt mixed with a hint of envy.

At this moment, Song Qianji called out, "Fellow Daoist Midnight, wait a minute."

A bad premonition flashed in Zimo's heart, and he said first, "What else do you want to do?"

Midnight Manjusri stopped and looked at Song Qianji.

Song Qianji came out more and more: "Good morning, have you eaten? We meet again."

Ziye Manjusri didn't know how to exchange pleasantries, so he opened his mouth and managed to utter a single word: "Couple."

"Unfortunately, I'm blocking you." Song Qianji said with a smile, "I can stand here for a cup of tea. You're finally here."

"The two of them, are they familiar?" Feng Ziyi murmured.

Li Ying shook her head blankly: "I never heard that they knew each other."

Ziye Manjusri frowned slightly, feeling puzzled: "Why?"

No fighting intention, why pester him?

No malice, why make such a strange request?

Didn't get any response, why are you still insisting on it, refusing to give up.

Song Qianji cupped his hands: "With you standing in front of me, I feel more at ease."

Ziye Manjusri was stunned: "Unreasonable."

He left with a group of disciples.

What the two of them said seemed to be playing charades, and others could not understand a word.

Song Qianji quickly chased after him.

When Meng Heze waved his hand, Qianqu's disciples were full of energy and strode to follow.

Ji Chen was a few steps behind, and pulled Lin Feiyuan who was in the back row to send a voice transmission: "Can you find time to make a set of strong clothes for everyone, and wear them to walk in the cultivation world, so as to reflect the spiritual outlook of our disciples of Qianqu..."

Lin Feiyuan smiled angrily: "Little friend, I am the leader of an assassin, who do you think I am? Is it your tailor?!"

Ji Chen scratched his head: "I'm sorry, I saw that the other side was dressed neatly, and the hairbands were all the same color. We are dressed like a dye vat here, almost imposing..."

Although the disciples of the guard team came from Huawei Sect, they no longer wanted to wear the uniforms of Huawei Sect's outer disciples.

This time when I came to the banquet, I wore my best clothes, in any style and color.

Lin Feiyuan glared at him: "Go back and measure the size."

When Meng Heze turned his head, he didn't know what they were discussing, but judging by their expressions, it must be something serious.

A thought of self-disgust flashed through my mind again.

——Wei Ping is still reliable.

Song Qianji continued to lobby: "You know, I'm serious, and this matter is only good for you, not bad at all! Why not do it?"

Ziye Manjusri needs the reputation of the first genius, or in other words, the whole Qingya needs this reputation.

Ziye Manju shook his head: "It's good, but it's unreasonable."

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you have a principle, 'it's unreasonable, it's not feasible'. But today is a big day, can you make an exception?"

Ziye Manjusri gave him a strange look.

No need to speak, Song Qianji already understood the meaning of this look, and was speechless for a moment

——People are overjoyed, what does it have to do with you?It's not you who is engaged.

The avenue leading to the main peak is wide, and Song Qianji and Ziye Manjusri go side by side.

Qingya's disciples and Qianqu's disciples lined up in twelve rows behind, guarding each other.

Finally, Li Ying, Feng Ziyi and others.

"When did the two of them get along so well?"

Li Ying couldn't figure it out, "The personalities are very different, and the trajectories have no intersection."

Not only did she think so, when the two of them approached the hall side by side, the host was also shocked

——When did Manjusri and Song Qianji become friends in the middle of the night?