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It is very difficult to make a name for yourself in the world of self-cultivation where many heroes compete, but it is easy to win some fame.

Participated in a certain conference, watched a certain battle, and talked to someone, all of which are used for self-introduction.

Young monks can report the names of their masters and seniors in their families when they communicate with others. Even casual cultivators from mortal backgrounds whose ancestors have never had celebrities in three generations can still call themselves "someone's friend".

Someone who has done half of Ji Chen's title book dares to call him "a half-named disciple" under Ji's editor.

But no one dared to pretend to be Ziye Manjusri's friend.

It sounds fake, very fake.

Song Qianji and the Qingya monks walked all the way without deliberately hiding their tracks. The various forces in the ice cave are on guard against each other, and they have long had the means to collect and listen to news.

Not long after Song Qianji jumped off the ice cave, footsteps echoed all around.

"Three times and four times, please refuse to come, why are you all coming out at this time?" Zi Mo whispered.

"Of course not to see you, but to see this friend of the senior supervisor." Qingzhai looked around, and the ice surface reflected two rouge-colored skirt corners of the Huaxi school, a long water-colored sleeve of the Xianyinmen, and another A cold-eyed family enshrined, two shy casual cultivators.

The Qingya scholars scratched their heads, but did not find out the details of the origin of the monk surnamed Song.

The other monks other than Qingya are not only curious about this person, but also vigilant and jealous, and must see it with their own eyes.

"Suddenly appeared from the sky? Ziye Manjusri's friend? Song Xun, whom no one has ever heard of?"

"He has a way to come in, which means we also have a way to get out!"

"Look, he's out!"

The person who jumped out of the ice cave was thin and weak, with tattered clothes and mediocre cultivation. If he hadn't held a snow blade knife, who would have believed that this unattractive person was Ziye Wenshu's friend?

It's not accurate to say "take", he carefully held a crystal clear spiritual herb in his hand, and the handle of the knife was held horizontally in his mouth, like a weed.

Song Qianji put the newly picked ice leaf grass into the storage jade box, then picked up the knife, and stretched his waist like no one else, as if he was not in the cold ice cave, but enjoying the sunshine in the field.

The spiritual jade box can keep the spiritual plants fresh. It was used by Song Qianji to hold potato flowers, wheat, seeds, etc. in the past to comfort his longing for the field.

Everyone stared at the person in front of them, looking up and down, as if looking at a monster.

Where did Ziye Manjusri find the scoundrel?

Song Qianji smiled: "What advice do you guys have?"

The priest from the aristocratic family was the first to speak: "The entrance of the cave is besieged by spirits and spirits, how did this Fellow Daoist Song get in?"

"Random teleportation array, just in time."

Is there such a coincidence?

Everyone showed doubts, but they didn't ask any more questions. No one wanted to be the first bird in the face of someone who didn't know the details and who had a strange background.What's more, he looks much more difficult to deal with than Ziye Manjusri who doesn't eat fireworks.

Don't be afraid of gods who don't know the world, but people who are rolling in the world of mortals.

Song Qianji walked forward and looked back at the ice cave: "You guys are crowded here, and you want to go down and have a look?"

"no no!"

Everyone retreated subconsciously to make way for him.

"I have something to do now." Song Qianji carried a long knife across his shoulder: "I will visit you later."

The same knife is solemnly worn on Ziye Manjusri's waist.It's like... a hoe on this person's shoulders.

"Fellow Daoist Song, please stay." A soft female voice sounded:

"Every night at midnight, those things outside are the most powerful, and they will attack the cave once. If Fellow Daoist Midnight is not there, then we will keep watch tonight..."

Song Qianji didn't stop, shaking the scabbard as he walked, and said with a pun: "I'll go."

The female cultivator walked out with her skirt in her hand: "I, Xianyin Sect, thank you fellow Taoist first."

The air in the ice cave is cold, and she is dressed in a fire cloud gauze that is hot and cold, and white mist is generated between the cold and heat, making her ethereal and unattainable like riding on a cloud.

The female cultivator of the Huaxi faction muttered: "It's already this time, what are you pretending for?"

The face of the female nun of Xianyinmen changed, and she glared at her:

"The witch! Don't be presumptuous!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel again, the scholar Qingya hurriedly persuaded the fight, but Song Qianji didn't seem to hear.

"Fellow Daoist Song is done with his work, you want to come and sit with us so that we can entertain you." Huaxi sent a nun with a gentle voice.

Song Qianji responded without looking back.

The Qingya scholar's face was red, and they turned their heads away one after another, as if they couldn't bear to listen any more.

After Song Qianji's back disappeared, everyone dispersed.

The representatives of casual cultivators left first, as if they were in a hurry to discuss with their teammates, followed by the priests of the family and the female cultivators of Xianyinmen.

Huaxi sent the female nun to go last, and said via voice transmission:

"Hey, those two little scholars."

Qing Zhai turned around in a daze, and pointed to himself: "The two of us?"

"My sister is calling you." The female cultivator of the Huaxi School smiled softly, "For the sake of being taken care of by your senior brother Ziye, I will give you some advice. The spiritual grass in that person's hand is called Ice Leaf Grass. The juice is very poisonous when you see the blood. He just brought it to your senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, the skirt turned around and disappeared.

Zi Mo was stunned, Qing Zhai shuddered:

"Is she trying to provoke our relationship with Song Daoyou?"

"But, what if the grass is really poisonous? If senior brother mistakenly believes in a traitor..."

……

In the ice room, Song Qianji opened the jade box: "I picked it, this one has the best appearance and is full of juice."

Ziye Wenshu looked down at the ice leaf grass: "This thing is very poisonous when it sees blood."

"I told you that the poison in you can only be cured by fighting poison with poison." Song Qianji pulled out the snow blade knife and cut a gash on the back of his right hand, bleeding immediately.The two fingers of the left hand dipped the poisonous blood from the opponent's wound and applied it to the back of the hand.

He did these things with a natural expression, and Ziye Manju was defenseless.

"What are you doing?!" Ziye Manjusri yelled, and was about to reach out to grab the knife.

Song Qianji dodged to avoid it, squeezed out the juice of the ice leaf grass and dabbed it randomly twice, and the wound returned to bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Look, I didn't lie to you." He smiled.

Ziye Manjusri stared at him, his chest heaving in shock and anger.

"Isn't it healed?" Song Qianji's wound had healed, leaving only a scar.

"I'm different from others. I recover quickly after being injured... Are you still staring? Do you really want to kill me?" Song Qianji shook the back of his hand nonchalantly.

Seeing him bleeding just now, Immortal Spring reconciled with him and stopped losing his temper.

Midnight Manjusri: "...When will I say I don't believe it?"

The snow blade is made of a special material, and the scars left cannot be completely disappeared.

Song Qianji put grass juice on him: "Since you believe it, leave it to me. After those people go back, they must be discussing what treasure is under the ice cave, where did I come from, and what I want to do here... You can clean up for a while, too."

Midnight Manjusri was silent.

When he is not talking, it is colder than the surrounding ice walls.

The biting coolness of the ice leaf grass oozes out, immediately relieving the hot and sharp pain on the shoulder.

He looked at the hideous scar on the back of Song Qianji's hand.

Song Qianji: "Look, although the Xueren knife is in my hand, it can hurt me at any time."

Midnight Manjusri spat out two words: "Qingya."

"I know you are responsible for Qingya, Qingya is the most important thing. I can't explain the reason for what I have to do these two days. But I have personality, no, I have no personality, and the rich land of Qianqu will guarantee that it will not damage Your academy. I will take good care of those cubs you bring."

"There is no need to swear such a poisonous oath." Ziye Wenshu's eyes moved slightly.

The land of Qianqu is worse than the life of Song Qianji.

"Change clothes." Ziye Wenshu threw out a defensive robe from the storage bag.

Song Qianji's robe had been roasted by endless fire before, and he was already in a mess, but this time he came back almost torn into rags.

Song Qianji raised his hand to take it, and suddenly felt familiar.

In his previous life, he was also in this place. He had his own bone grafted, and just after the dressing was finished, the bleeding was barely stopped, so he sat and rested with his upper body bare, wearing only a loose coat.

Ziye Manjusri threw him a defensive robe.

Song Qianji didn't answer, and just made fun of him: "You disciples from the sect, when you go out for a long trip, put [-] sets of clothes in the storage bag first? Don't you go out if you don't have enough clothes?"

"Change it."

Song Qianji was impatient: "I've always been like this!"

"There are female cultivators here." Ziye Manjusri said.

Being disheveled is a disrespectful offense to a nun.But Song Qianji was in pain all over, so he didn't bother to pay attention:

"No, what time is it, and you still pay attention to these?"

Song Qianji felt that he and Ziye Manjusri were born at odds.This person has a cold and hard personality, he can't say a good word, but he behaves like a mother-in-law and a bunch of rules.

"Change." Ziye Manju urged again.

Song Qianji sneered:

"Change your head! We loosely repair mud legs, unlike your nobles and elders. I hope you will die properly when you die."

"Put it on." Ziye Wenshu's voice sounded again.

Song Qianji took the robe and came back to his senses: "Understood...thanks."