salted fish soaring

Song Qianji quickly replaced the new courtyard door.

The mahogany door is painted with bright red lacquer and has a lustrous copper ring.

Two green gauze lanterns are hung in front of the door, and the gauze and silk are painted with slanting peach blossom branches, with a romantic mood.

When the spring breeze blows, it shakes lightly.

It's like the petals of the spring peach tree outside the courtyard gate, unintentionally staining the lamp surface.

Meng Heze's friends are nimble and fast, and they are strong in numbers.

Zhou Xiaoyun also hung a delicate wooden sign by the door.Two neat characters are engraved on the card: Song Yuan.

Song Qianji had to admit that female cultivators' aesthetics were indeed much stronger than rough guys like him.

Meng Heze nodded while sitting on the wooden wheelchair: "That's right, it's pretty good."

"Quite there" is a modest statement, and now the door of Song Qianji's dormitory is definitely the most popular among all the outer doors.

It's just that when the door is opened, the inside and outside contrast, making the courtyard even more empty and shabby.

The chairs and teacups that Chen Hongzhu sat on had already been thrown away.The ground was turned over by Song Qianji, and the gravel and weeds were cleared. Before the fence was erected, flowers and vegetable seedlings were planted.

A lot of waste is waiting to be done, just like this spring when he was reborn.

While Song Qianji was satisfied, he felt a little embarrassed.

In his previous life, many people rushed to do things for him, not to mention that he wanted a new door, even if he wanted a new palace, someone offered it to him.

But that's because you're afraid of him, or you want something from him.

They talk about pros and cons, and exchanges, but they don't talk about friendship and sincerity.

"Thank you." Song Qianji said.

"Thank you!" Zhou Xiaoyun smiled happily: "Senior Brother Song, you are too polite. We should go to work, and we will come back tomorrow to change other furniture for you!"

The Huawei Sect recruited a thousand outer disciples, which was almost equivalent to recruiting a group of low-paid handymen with food and lodging.

They go to the deacon's hall to receive tasks every day, such as digging spirit stones in the mine, grooming spirit beasts and shoveling excrement, running errands for outer disciples, etc., in exchange for the meager income of spirit stones in exchange for completion.

Doing martial arts tasks is called "part-time job" by them.

Unless there is no shortage of money like Zhao Jiheng, just use the outer door as a springboard to experience life purely.

Otherwise, "cultivation" and "part-time job" are a pair of contradictions that are difficult to balance in the life of outer disciples.

If you don't work, you don't have to buy spiritual stones or borrow exercises; if you work part-time, you don't have time to practice.

Meng Heze temporarily stopped working for the past few days because of his injuries.

The others walked out talking and laughing, but suddenly stopped, and the laughter was silent.

There was a man standing at the door, blocking the way.

The man was wearing an emerald green brocade robe and a jade crown on his head.The sword at the waist, the scabbard is inlaid with gems of various colors, extremely gorgeous.

He picked up the wooden sign by the door with one finger, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Song, Yuan."

The spring breeze brings coolness.The happy atmosphere in the courtyard disappeared.

Everyone blocked Meng Heze and Song Qianji behind them, and glared at the man vigilantly.

The young master in brocade clothes looked up at the shaking lantern again, still laughing:

"Don't you know that the market at the foot of the mountain is more lively at night than during the day, and the girls in Hualou light peach blossom lanterns at the door, which means that they have started to receive customers. I think this Songyuan also has the same effect."

Zhou Xiaoyun blushed: "Zhao Jiheng, you're an idiot!"

"Hey, isn't this Junior Sister Zhou?" Zhao Jiheng pretended to have just seen her, and leaned forward in surprise, "There are not many beautiful female cultivators in our Huawei Sect. A precious species like you, who is as beautiful as flowers and jade, has been following her all day long. It's too violent for them to mix together."

Meng Heze asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

He turned the wheelchair, and the more people came out, he seemed to have more confidence than the standing Zhao Jiheng.

Zhao Jiheng took two steps back subconsciously, but when he thought that this person was seriously injured, he laughed again: "I'm here to give a gift! You don't talk about hospitality, isn't it appropriate?"

After finishing speaking, he greeted outside the door: "Bring it in!"

Four of his followers carried a familiar recliner across the threshold neatly.

"Put it down." Zhao Jiheng cocked his toes, "Song Qianji, this bridal sedan chair is given to you, you can sit on it and try again."

After the matter of "passing a note to see the master" in the Discipline Hall, Song Qianji became well-known in the three halls.

Most of the disciples of the Discipline Hall and the Law Enforcement Hall have never seen or known him before.Whenever someone asks "Which one is Song Qianji", the answer will always be:

"It's the one who was late for the examination at the outer gate and was brought here in a sedan chair."

These words reached Zhao Jiheng's ears, and he laughed so hard that he beat his chest and stamped his feet:

"How did I think of carrying Song Luo to the square for a parade? I'm a genius!"

He came today, intending to ridicule, insult the other party, and show off by the way.

Zhao Jiheng patted the armrest of the reclining chair: "Look at you, after so much tossing, you were almost expelled from the sect. I was the one who entered the inner sect. I thought you had a backer when you saw the head sect. Why did you go back outside in despair? Is the door open?"

Meng Heze was so angry that he almost sat up from his wheelchair, picked up the recliner with one hand, and threw it out.

Zhao Jiheng jumped away, relying on Meng Heze not being able to hit him: "You can smash it if you want, and throw it if you want. I will come to deliver it tomorrow. Although I live in the inner sect now, it is a bit troublesome to come here..."

"Thank you."

As if struck by lightning, Zhao Jiheng turned around suddenly, only to see Song Qianji catching the reclining chair with a smile on his face.

"What did you say?"

"I say thank you." Song Qianji dragged the recliner and found a suitable place to place it beside the stone table. "It's very comfortable."

Someone gave it away for free, saving him to buy it, a good thing.

It is just suitable for finishing the work in the field, and drinking tea in the wind at night.

Zhao Jiheng was stunned for a moment, he was about to ask "Are you sick", when his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"Why did you get here? Deacon Zhao is looking for you everywhere!"

"Didn't you see that I'm busy? Wait a minute." Seeing that the person who came was his uncle's deacon, Zhao Jiheng didn't take it seriously.

He shook his hand impatiently, but he couldn't shake it off, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"I can't wait any longer!" A group of deacons rushed in and surrounded him.

Fearing that he would cause trouble, according to Zhao Yuping's instructions, a fairy rope tied his hands, "Come back with us!"

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhao Jiheng turned pale with shock, like a chick being picked up by the back of the neck, flapping its wings and unable to break free.

Seeing that the people in the deacon's hall were serious, his followers were timid and did not dare to go forward.

The lead deacon turned to Song Qianji and put on a polite smile: "You don't have to go to pick up the mission anymore."

Song Qianji nodded, it seemed that Xuyun had already greeted the deacon hall.

The deacon hall can no longer trouble himself.At least there will be no embarrassment on the surface, let alone evidence and excuses.

As for what Zhao Yuping did secretly, and what methods he had, that was another matter.

The leading deacon opened the storage bag: "Deacon Zhao said that there was some misunderstanding between us. He knew that you were tidying up the yard recently, so he specially ordered us to prepare some small gifts, please accept them."

Tables, chairs, benches, beds and wardrobes, pots and pans, plus all kinds of daily necessities are taken out like running water and piled up in the courtyard like a hill.

Song Qianji pretended to be moved: "I'm sorry."

The leading deacon was pleased with his sense of humor, and said a few words of goodwill.

For a while, it was enjoyable, talking and laughing at Yan Yan.

Zhao Jiheng was furious: "What the hell are you doing!"

His recliner was among the new furniture, as if he had actually come to give a gift.

It's so outrageous.

No one paid him any attention.Zhao Jiheng was kicked out by a group of deacons.

He has never been wronged like this, but Song Qianji is still leaning against the door and laughing:

"It's not easy to come here, let's have a cup of tea before leaving."

"Song Qianji, I'm going to fuck you, uncle! Don't be so damn proud!"

What Zhao Jiheng scolded was the swear words learned from the Goulan Academy at the foot of the mountain. Zhou Xiaoyun and the others had never heard of them, and they couldn't hold back a word of retort even though they blushed.

The scolding was loud and clear, resounding through the mountains and forests.

The disciples in other dormitories were about to go to work, and when they heard the sound, they stopped at the door of the "Song Courtyard", pointing and watching:

"Hey, did Song Luo cause trouble again?"

Until the backs of the group of deacons disappeared, Zhao Jiheng's obscene words still floated indistinctly.

With a crisp "pop", Meng Heze gritted his teeth and broke the armrest of the wheelchair.

Song Qian's face remained unchanged.

People didn't see his shameful and angry reaction, and felt bored. They were about to disband on the spot, and each worked his own job.

Suddenly there was a noise, and the end of the mountain path was full of smoke and dust, and a group of Discipline Hall disciples in black robes and white crowns came menacingly.

The leader shouted Song Qianji's name, startled the birds all the way, and rushed to the courtyard gate in a blink of an eye.

People immediately called their friends and friends to come back together:

"As soon as the people in the Deacon Hall left, the Discipline Hall came?"

"Even if I miss work today, I still have to watch this drama!"

Zhou Xiaoyun and the others were at a loss, and a sense of sadness and bitterness emerged spontaneously.Why is a good person like Senior Brother Song living in a dragon's pool and a tiger's den?

But Song Qianji asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Qiu Dacheng was out of breath: "It's urgent, Brother Song, help me!"

Xu Wangshan: "Brother Qianji, you have to testify for us! I bet 50 yuan of spirit stones with someone!"

Song Qianji knew that these two were gamblers.

We went to the main peak together, and insisted that he was lucky, and pestered him into the casino to make money.

A group of outer disciples were confused.

"Don't collude!" One of the Discipline Hall disciples stepped out, "Let me ask!"

It's easy to say.The probability of encountering the legendary "No. [-] Beauty in the Cultivation World" by chance is smaller than picking up the best magic weapon on the road. It is enough to brag about it for ten years, and one less day of bragging will be considered a blood loss.

After Qiu Dacheng and Xu Wangshan returned to the Discipline Hall, they were full of hype.Too bad no one believed it.

"If Fairy Miaoyan really comes, where is her Wujin car?"

When the Wujin chariot was flying, it glowed crimson. Wherever it passed, the clouds were all dyed, like a burning fire, and Wujin fell to the west.

"She didn't take the car. It was Chen Ba, no, Senior Sister Chen sent her out all the way. I guess she lives in Senior Sister Chen's Palace of Worry-Free, maybe she hasn't left yet!"

"Continue to make up!" Everyone still didn't believe it: "Who can testify?"

At that time, among the five people on the bridge, only Chen Hongzhu and Song Qianji could testify for them.

Unless you lose interest in life, you dare to confront Bawang Chen.

The two of them could only find Song Qianji, bring a group of people, and expect to win the bet.

The Discipline Hall disciple looked at Song Qianji: "On the Passing Water Bridge that night, did you really meet Fairy Miaoyan?"

As soon as the words "Fairy Miaoyan" came out, like some kind of spell, the entrance of the Song Courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Countless pairs of eyes lit up.

Song Qianji's smile faded: "Yes."

The dormitory area exploded.There were shouts and inhalations, and Song Qianji was about to be shot through with shocked eyes.

Qiu Dacheng and Xu Wangshan enjoyed the envy of everyone, and they were excited:

"Tell them quickly how beautiful Fairy Miaoyan is, she is so beautiful that she is not like a real person!"

Song Qianji thought for a while: "It's not bad."

Compared with her previous life, Miaoyan's reputation is now in full swing, she has not experienced ups and downs, her eyes have no complicated schemes, and there is still a trace of innocence and childishness between her brows.

"It's about the same as you." Song Qianji added, looking expectantly at a group of people.

He felt that he was objective and sincere, but the others didn't think so, as if they heard some kind of joke:

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Are you speaking human language!"

"Fairy Miaoyan, how could it be 'okay', how could it be 'almost' like ordinary people?"

A group of people said that they had seen the "fake Miaoyan", which was an insult to Miaoyan. Qiu and Xu argued hard and fought against the Confucians.

As for Song Qianji, people began to be exported crazily:

"Fairy Miaoyan practiced the Tianyin technique, she was very talented, and she built her foundation at the age of 14.

"Her appearance is flawless, with icy muscles and bones, she is so ethereal, it makes people forget the commonplace.

"The music she composes, every piece of gold medal, is sung throughout the world of comprehension, you don't know it?"

Song Qianji: "Oh."

The man was so annoyed by his perfunctory attitude: "Oh? I've been talking about it for a long time, and my mouth is broken. You just said 'oh'?"

He grabbed his sleeve and said, "You have to explain clearly today what Fairy Miaoyan looks like!"

Song Qianji raised his eyes.

The man met his indifferent eyes, suddenly lost his voice, and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Song Qianji got up, and the spring breeze blew over the trembling flower branches, and the petals fell into his arms.

Spring should be the season of plowing, what to plant and what to live.

He is willing to seriously do the most boring thing in the world in the glorious spring.

In addition to chatting with people about Miaoyan.

Because Miaoyan has nothing to talk about.

Song Qianji turned and left, leaving only a sneer:

"Pink Skull, you are so tall."

The vermilion courtyard door was ruthlessly closed, and the copper ring vibrated.

Everyone outside the door was dumbfounded.

"...He, he actually scolded Fairy Miaoyan? He has changed!" A disciple from the outer sect exclaimed in shock, "I remember when he first came to the mountain, he also said, 'When you marry a wife, you should be like Fairy Miaoyan'!"

"It's not called changing, it's called crazy."

"It is said that in order to save Meng Heze, he injured the sword's right arm, so he abstained from the outer sect's examination. Now it seems..." The disciple who spoke broke down and shouted, "He has smashed his brain!"

Those angry eyes turned to sympathy:

"You're young, that's all."

Meng Heze argued loudly: "Brother Song must have his reasons for saying this!"

Song Qianji never imagined that the reputation of being blind for "not distinguishing between beauty and ugliness" would be with him for the rest of his life from today onwards.