salted fish soaring

"Wait." Xian Jianchen called Song Qianji to stop, and threw out a storage bag, "Pack it up before going."

Song Qian opened the phone, scanned it briefly, and showed a satisfied expression of "you are sensible": "That's exactly what I mean."

Because of a storage bag, the atmosphere between the two eased, no longer tense.

Song Qianji didn't want people to find out that he had left Qianqu, one more thing was better than one less thing.The Huawei sect in the west was injured and blocked the mountain gate, and Wei Zhenyu in the north carried the flag to promote hatred. Qianqu has been peaceful for the past three years.

He didn't even want to startle the snake.The person he wanted to kill was seriously injured, so he sneaked into the secret realm, so he must always be vigilant and cover his tracks.The enemy is dark, he can only be darker.

So he needs a fake face, fake identity, fake cultivation, and the best-grade pills, talisman papers, array array materials, etc.

Xian Jianchen wondered: "Everything is given to you, if you don't go outside, why do you still go inside?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "Go tomorrow."

He also wrote a few letters to leave a letter, explaining that he was going to retreat, and that the daily work in Qianqu County would continue as usual, and if there was an indecision, Si Gong, Si Nong, Si Xue and others would hold a meeting and vote.

The most important thing is to take good care of his vegetable garden and four-season shed, and feed the black and white iron eaters in the bamboo forest and the yellow and white wild cats in the yard on time.

They grow bigger and bigger, eat more and more, and their tastes become more and more picky.

"Whatever you want." Xian Jianchen said as he walked into the room.

Song Qianji: "What are you doing?!"

Xian Jianchen stretched his waist: "I will also stay for one night, and go on my way tomorrow."

"No." Song Qianji stopped him, "You can't stay."

Xian Jianchen smiled coldly: "I haven't lived in a golden house or a silver palace before. I don't care about your broken tile house?"

"Since it's not rare..." Song Qianji stuffed him with a soft pillow, and glanced at the recliner, "It doesn't matter where you sleep. I only promise to avenge your murder, not including letting you live in my place."

Xian Jianchen felt that even if he died immediately in front of Song Qianji, Song Qianji would just bury his body on the spot and use it as fertilizer.

How gentle and restrained this kid looks, how cold and unyielding he is on the inside.

Although he used his name and used his tiger skin as a banner, he didn't have the slightest admiration and awe for him in his heart.

Just treat him like a sudden problem.

"Tsk." He was lying on the bamboo chair, hugging the pillow, looking at the dense white magnolia flowers above his head, talking abnormally, "Do you go to bed and get up on time every day?"

Song Qianji's voice came out through the flower window: "Almost."

"Planting, eating, and sleeping, aren't you bored? Don't want to venture out? Are you really young? When I was your age, I took out the six sects of Tianxizhou with one sword, and they ran away when they saw me." , dare not pronounce my name!"

"...Awesome, awesome." Song Qianji perfunctory without sincerity.

Think this is boring?Farming is so interesting, at least I don't keep a diary.

After a while, Xian Jianchen knocked on the window again: "I know you haven't fallen asleep yet, I heard you turn over."

Song Qianji wanted to put Xian Jianchen's head into the water tank where the lotus was planted and rinse it hard to make him shut up forever.

Xian Jianchen felt uneasy: "I have also read the hero posts you wrote. Who is the enemy of the heroes in the world, and the cultivation of immortals is not as good as... what is it?"

Song Qianji was too lazy to say, "It's nothing."

"Those old guys are very troublesome, you have enough experience, you can't control them at all, do you want to help the teacher?"

"No need." Song Qianji didn't have the nerve to say that the souls of Hua Weizong's predecessors had become his working souls in the wheat field.

Xian Jianchen remembered something, and his tone became excited: "Those girls, which one do you like the most? Tell Master."

Song Qianji frowned: "There are only wild cats in my yard, where is the girl?"

Xian Jianchen: "It's written in the book. It's said in restaurants."

"...You are the number one sword in the world, pay attention to your identity, and read less low-level market stories."

"Okay." Xian Jianchen said suddenly, "It's raining. It's a bit cold."

"You have spiritual protection." Song Qianji said helplessly.As long as Xian Jianchen is not willing, the rain of spears and arrows will not touch him.

The raindrops fell on the roof tiles and flower leaves in a dense manner, making a crisp rustling sound.

The cheap master and apprentice chatted without a sentence through the white wall and the flower window.

The two chattered aimlessly, just like this boundless spring rain.

The wind blows the smell of damp soil, flowers and leaves, mixed with a bit of bitter wine.

Song Qian moved his nose: "You are injured. You cannot drink."

Xian Jianchen sneered: "You brat is so bold, you still dare to control me."

The booze is gone.

Xian Jianchen asked: "You are quite likable, why are you always alone?"

This question is illogical.There are millions of people in Qianqu, and they believe in immortal officials. There are thousands of disciples under the Song Academy, and everyone respects Senior Brother Song.

Song Qianji thought that you would be more likable if you didn't have a long mouth.

"Learn my sword and be my apprentice, isn't it good?"

"Not good. I have my own sword." Song Qianji murmured.

"I never heard that you still practice swords."

"I've practiced before."

Half asleep and half awake, I heard Xian Jianchen laugh again:

"This world is coming to an end, no matter how fast a sword is, it won't be as fast as time. Is practicing sword still useful?"

Song Qianji closed his eyes and murmured, "It's still early."

"It's late." He vaguely heard the man say, "It's early."

The pattering spring rain washes away the red tide in the sky.

Song Qianji pushed open the door, stretched his waist, yawned, and greeted the new day.

The soil is moist with moss, and the fallen flowers are all over the ground.The rocking chair under the flower window is empty.

Before dawn, the guests from last night had already left, as if they had never been here.

Song Qianji stood by the reclining chair, endured and endured, but couldn't help yelling: "Shameless! Extremely shameless!"

The old and disrespectful Xian Jianchen actually took the belongings of the younger generation's family.

He was brought out from Huawei Sect and has been with him for many years. It is so loose and soft that it feels like a pillow trapped in a cloud, and it will never be able to lean on again.

……

At dawn, Song Qianji walked on the streets of Tiancheng filled with morning fog.The early spring birds fly out of their nests, and the hardworking hawkers have set up their breakfast stalls.

Song Qianji usually doesn't take this busiest street.Xianguan's shopping may cause passers-by to watch, road congestion, and troubles for the city defense team.

But he dared to go today because no one would recognize him on the street.

He put on the bracelet in Xian Jianchen's storage bag, and turned into a thin, unremarkable young monk with an early Golden Core cultivation.

Even his breath, walking posture, and breathing rhythm have completely changed.

"This treasure is very wonderful. It is made from the tail hair of a great fox monster who is good at transforming in ancient times. He added a transforming curse. Xian Jianchen has been the number one in the world for more than 200 years. He really has some family background. He is afraid of transforming into a god." Almighty can't see through."

Song Qianji thought that no one would take care of this skinny person, but someone picked on a lone monk to talk to him:

"Brother, just came to Qianqu? Want to receive the goods?"

Song Qianji saw that this man looked tense, as if he was guarding against the city defense team on duty not far away.

Looking at the whole body again, the people around showed tacit expressions, actively blocking the sight of the city defense team, and covering them for them.

How did he not know that Qianqu also had a huge underground black market transaction?Song Qianji remained calm.

The man pulled him into the alley: "Are you here to receive the goods?"

"Yeah." Song Qianji nodded, "How did brother know that?"

"You have been shopping alone for a long time. You don't buy anything, you don't eat anything, and you look around. Everyone knows that the goods on this street are the best, but ordinary people have no way. You are lucky to meet me. I think you are honest. , lead you on the road!" The man patted his chest.

Song Qianji coughed lightly: "Look at the goods?"

The man took out a palm-sized package wrapped in red cloth: "Be careful, this is forbidden!"

Forbidden?

Song Qianji frowned, but this thing has no spiritual power fluctuations. Although this person is nervous, he has no malicious intentions. Why is he hiding and hiding from others?

Before leaving, I wanted to go shopping, but I didn't expect to catch up with this kind of thing.

Song Qianji hastily unwrapped the red cloth, stunned for a moment: "This..."

This turned out to be a wooden statue with exquisite and smooth lines and a vivid expression.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it is, it's him.

The man thought he was dissatisfied, so he hurriedly explained: "Last year's harvest festival's red dress was good-looking, but it was limited to [-] pieces in the whole county, and it has long been out of stock. It was only carved by Mr. Si Nong Liu himself, and the white robe will never be worn out." From time to time, it will be passed down from generation to generation.”

"Buy this, how do I use it?" Song Qianji asked with difficulty after paying the money.

"Of course it's at home, and the incense is burned every day! It doesn't matter if there is no hiding place in the house. Wrap it in red silk and take it with you." Seeing that his expression was wrong, the man became alert, "Are you really a recipient? How long have you been in Qianqu ? Do you really believe in Song Xianguan?! I will test you three questions, and if you answer correctly, I will sell you... Hey, don't go!"

……

Song Qianji walked with his sword.

This sword is also in Xian Jianchen's storage bag, and it is indeed a rare and good sword.

After infused with spiritual power, it presents a translucent texture that passes through the clouds without leaving traces.

Light and stealthy, maybe not suitable for bloody battles, but definitely suitable for assassination.

Qianqu County was left behind, only vague green squares could be seen.

It was a field in spring, green everywhere.

Someone secretly worshiped him in Qianqu?It seems that there is more than one, and it has already formed a scale.

Carpenter Liu, I treat you well, why do you carve my statue behind my back?

Song Qianji looked at the wooden statue and found it funny and absurd.I thought I would settle the payment when I came back this time, and don't even think about running away.

But this one was carved so lifelike, it was really pretty, and I raised my hand but was reluctant to throw it away, and finally put it in my arms.

When Song Qianji arrived at the entrance of the secret realm, the passage had already begun to close.

The monks didn't say hello when they met, they were wary of each other, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

Flying artifacts and flying swords from various sects gathered from all directions, intertwined with colorful light, vying to be the first to sink into the vortex.

Like a small boat rushing to the sea.

Blood River Valley is a secret realm without an owner. The time and place of the present world are uncertain, and anyone can give it a try.

"It's coming again." Song Qianji sighed secretly, holding his own statue, submerged in the torrent.

The wind is like a bone scraping knife.

For some reason, the vortex this time is more than twice the size of the previous life.