salted fish soaring

Although she couldn't see her face, she cried so beautifully. Under the silver moonlight, the hem of her skirt fluttered like a reed in the wind, giving her a heart-swaying broken beauty.

There is no doubt that it is a heinous thing to make a beautiful woman cry.She doesn't even need to speak, a tear is a murderous sword.

This special aura and beautiful atmosphere made Song Qianji inexplicably familiar, and he became vigilant.

He has been cried in front of many people in his life, and he has seen the world, but this is the first time he feels that he is about to be touched.

In the next moment, will a group of female cultivators of the Immortal Music Sect rush out and surround him, accusing him of bullying the weak and bullying a weak Yin cultivator?

The scholar Qingya and the disciples of the aristocratic family will also question him, how to make the other party cry.

The casual cultivators and the female cultivators of the Huaxi School undoubtedly want to watch the excitement.

Then the stubborn dead face is alarmed by this incident, and will definitely come out to preside over the "righteous way".

Then they will fight again.

Song Qianji looked back, suspecting that this tear was the prelude to "five hundred knives and axemen ambushed the tent and threw cups as a sign".

"You made fellow Taoists laugh." The female cultivator wiped away the tears on her cheeks with her sleeve, "When I heard this song tonight, I looked up at the moon, and I didn't see my hometown, so I suddenly felt something."

After she cried, she let out a breath and relaxed her posture a little.

It was as if there was an invisible thread above her head, holding her back straight, her shoulders open, and her chin lifted slightly.

Now that thread is broken, she stands on the battlefield, relaxed and natural in front of a stranger.

It's not easy to talk about touching porcelain, but to talk about things.

Song Qianji heaved a sigh of relief as the opponent's aura changed, and comforted him:

"This song is written about the hometown. However, the flowers bloom and fall regardless of the flowering period, and the clouds gather and the clouds disperse regardless of the reason. The world of mortals is inherently impermanent."

"The world of mortals is inherently impermanent..." the female cultivator whispered, "A song that breaks through the wind and snow, swords and swords, joy and hatred, seems to look at all directions, and in the end there is only a white snow. The song of flowers, moon and clouds is the opposite. , Huayue is charming, full of romance, but listening carefully, it is faint and lonely. But these two pieces of music should be written by one person, and they can only be written by one person, am I right?"

Song Qianji was stunned.

heard?

"Flowers, Moons, and Clouds" is about the land he planted in Qianqu, the iron-eating beasts he raised, the wheat he watered, and the people he met in this life.

They are not the Meng Heze, Ji Chen, Lin Feiyuan, Ziye Manjusri he saw in the previous life, nor the He Qingqing, Wei Zhenyu, Xian Jianchen he had not seen in the previous life...

Everything is different, this song is his present life.

Originally thought that the relationship between the two had been reborn, but it was pointed out by an unknown Yinxiu junior.

Sure enough, the world of comprehension is deep and dangerous, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

The other party's invisible gaze pierced through the power fence, staring at him closely, and asked for an answer:

"Fellow Daoist, don't try to frame me again. I have played the song Wind and Snow Breaking the Array thousands of times, and I have traced it every day, engraved it into my bones and blood."

The meaning of the language was decisive, Song Qianji was a little startled, no, this girl might be in trouble.

He Yun held his breath, and finally heard the man say, "It's me."

She staggered two steps.

When the world is the most beautiful, the person who can't be found by all means.

When traveling to water poverty and hiding his identity, he met him unexpectedly.

Her reputation is no longer at its peak, her mood is unstable, and she is in a dangerous situation. There is no worse encounter than this time.

But at this time he has never seen her face, let alone her identity, he only knows "He Yun".

They got acquainted because of a new song and fought against the enemy together.

There has never been a better encounter.

He Yun, no, it is more accurate to call it Miaoyan.

She didn't know why she took this pseudonym.He Qingqing and Jiang Yun, they should be enemies, who would use the name and characters of the enemy.

"Can I ask Fellow Daoist Song some questions?" Miao Yan's voice was difficult and the words clanged, "You don't have to answer, Fellow Daoist, but please don't lie to me!"

Song Qianji smiled bitterly: "All right."

He lowered his head to organize the array.

"Song Daoyou is a casual cultivator, where is he from?"

"I was born as a mortal. A small place called Pingning Town is not worth mentioning."

"You and the Superintendent Ziye are friends, how long have you known each other?"

The deepest night before dawn covered the surrounding fields, and there were roars of beasts and roars of water in the distance.

Song Qianji hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully, "It's been many years."

The shadow of another person flashed inexplicably in Miao Yan's mind, her fingernails pricked her palms, and her emotions were surging.

Qianqu is famous in the cultivation world, it is not a small place.The monk has a long lifespan, Song Qianji and Ziye Manjusri met in the Huawei Sect for only three or four years, far from being called "many".

not him.

Fortunately it wasn't him.

"You did it on purpose tonight. You stayed here to solve Ziye Manjusri's crisis?"

"Yes." Song Qianji used his scabbard to pick up another piece of mat on the ground, and said with a wry smile, "Miss He, let's stop here and ask deeper, I won't be able to answer."

"Speaking of it, I'm not afraid of jokes from fellow daoists. Before I met you, I played the song "Feng Xue Ruo Zhen" over and over again. I often wondered how old the composer was, whether he was a man or a woman, where he lived, what exercises he practiced, and what he usually likes to do." Miao Yan took two steps closer, "Seeing you today, it turns out that you are completely different from what I thought."

Song Qianji picked the handle of the knife: "The girl should be disappointed."

People always deify the unreachable.

"No! Although they are not the same, Shi Yuan is not as good as this." Miao Yan was stunned when she said this.

He was completely different from what she thought.

He looks mediocre, wears an ill-fitting robe, and swings a borrowed snow blade knife. His temperament is not very noble, and he has a bit of loose practice habits, but he is not really a rascal.

Seeing everyone is like looking at the moon and flowers, seeing no beauty or ugliness in his eyes, and being able to go to danger in thousands of miles to save his friends.

Only people like Song Xun could write those two pieces.

Song Qianji thought to himself, this female cultivator is smart and calm, she can guide her younger sister to repeat the song after listening to it once; she also has to work hard and can practice a piece of music countless times, so she is unknown in the fairy music gate.

She is still young, and her talents are not met. Presumably, she is depressed because of this, and was dragged into a maze by the wind and snow.

"Miss He Yun, look." Song Qianji switched the knife to his left hand, propped it on the ground, and stretched out a finger in his right hand, pointing obliquely at the sky.

In the dark blue sky before dawn, a waning moon hangs on the tip, like a silver boat, which can carry people to travel in the sea of ​​clouds.

The woman whispered: "It's so beautiful."

She looked up, and suddenly forgot that she was Miaoyan, the civil strife in the sect, the master, "big sister" and "the most beautiful woman in the world".

All she knew was that she was standing on the messy battlefield in Blood River Valley, and someone pointed to the moon for her to see.

Under the moon, the man's fingers were not perfect, at least not a pair of hands for playing the piano. There were burn marks on the back of the hand and a scar from a snow blade knife.

I don't know what happened to him before.

Miao Yan regained consciousness and looked away: "I'm sorry."

"Follow the direction of my finger, and you will see a beautiful moon." Song Qianji bent his finger, "But if you only stare at this finger, you will not be able to see the stars and the moon in the sky clearly. It doesn't matter if the wind and snow break through, the flowers Whether it's Yue Luoyue or me, it's just this unimportant finger, not your real moon."

"Not only the melody and the way of sound, but all the classics of the world are like one finger." Song Qianji put down his hand, "Because the finger sees the moon. When I see the moon, I forget the finger. Since the girl is destined to seek immortality and ask, why bother to stick to the superficial appearance of fame, go to the nine days Above, see the real moon!"

His tone is gentle with a smile, but has the meaning of being unrestrained and unrestrained.

"The real moon." Miao Yan murmured, "Can I see it?"

"The girl is still young and so smart, of course she can go wherever she wants, it just depends on how to choose, whether she can let go of her obsession... Hey! Miss He!"

Before Song Qianji finished speaking, he saw the female cultivator startled and hurried into the ice cave without a trace.

Song Qianji scratched his head, feeling slightly regretful, thinking that I might have screwed up.

Even if he used escapism to catch up, he couldn't say anything more, and he didn't know how to persuade him.

Meeting by chance, he can build a flower stand, but he can't decide how a flower should bloom.

Just after packing up the formation, the waning moon had already set, Dongfang Dabai, he still had to see Ziye Manjusri recovering from his injuries.

Before entering Wenshu's ice room at Midnight, a group of Qingya scholars enthusiastically greeted him, as if they were welcoming a hero, they squeezed his shoulders and beat his back around him.

"Senior Brother Song is finally back! I saw Senior Brother Song talking to Fairy Xianyinmen from a distance, we dare not disturb, so we will wait here!"

Song Qianji looked amused: "Someone came to deliver something?"

"Yes! The casual repair team sent two three-headed tiger skins, and Huaxi sent three boxes of Lingqionghua ointment. They said they wanted to invite Brother Song to be in the formation tonight and leave them a few more seats." Qing Zhai held out Shi Shi felt elated, "When they came, they all saluted in a proper manner, and their speech was much nicer."

Song Qianji said in his heart, guarding the formation has become a good job, those people think that the number of people guarding the formation every night is limited, and one goes up and down.

The big sect and the aristocratic family have seen and experienced a lot, so they can hold their breath.

"I don't need this thing, send it back." Song Qianji said: "By the way, send a message, please contribute to the formation, I can increase the number of stars in the formation tonight."

"No problem, Senior Brother Song!" Zi Mo said.

"What are you calling me?" Song Qianji asked.

"Since they are friends of Senior Brother Supervisor, they are of course our Senior Brother. What did Senior Brother Song do to make them come together so willingly to defend the formation? Everyone is really curious. Can you reveal a little bit?"

"Really want to know?"

All the scholars nodded together.

"Two people are selected to watch tonight." Song Qianji said, "I will save a good star for you."

"I heard that last night was a big victory. Jingmei has already suffered casualties, are we about to be completely out of trouble?" Someone asked urgently.

"Not yet." After Song Qianji finished speaking, he walked into the ice room.

Everyone consciously kept silent, but refused to disperse for a while, sending voices one after another:

"It turns out that the purpose of dealing with those people and chatting with the female cultivators before is to let them contribute their efforts and have a long-term plan."

"The friend of the Superintendent of Midnight is certainly not a mortal!"

"Brother, I also feel at ease and reliable to be friends with this kind of person."

Ziye Wenshu didn't think Song Qianji was reliable.

After listening to Song Qianji's formation, he frowned:

"One loss, all losses, this method is very dangerous."

"Are you afraid they will get hurt?"

"You are the strongest."

"You are afraid that I will be implicated by others. You are afraid that I will find myself a group of teammates who are slowing down. When facing the enemy, I will have a lot of worries, so it is better to fight alone. Right?"

Ziye Wenju nodded.

"I'm not afraid." Song Qianji rested his head on the scabbard, "If you die poor, you will die."

"False words."

"Understood, don't say unlucky words."

He told the other party what he did last night, because if he didn't say a word, there would be a big commotion in the future, and Ziye Manjusri would be worried and would come out to watch.

Suddenly Ziye Manjusri asked: "Did you find the person you wanted to kill?"

"Standing all night, talking non-stop, sleepy and tired." Song Qianji closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Song Qianji knew that Ziye Manjusri didn't talk nonsense, so if he asked this question, he meant to help.

If the other party got his antidote, he would not owe him this favor.

But the murder was something that Xian Jianchen cheated on him. This matter is disgraceful and troublesome. It does not conform to the rules of Ziye Manjusri, so there is really no need to involve the other party.

"Can't say?" Ziye Manjusri asked.

Song Qianji closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No."

……

At night, the location near the entrance of the cave is extremely lively.

There are new monks from all parties, and Qingya Academy sent two people, Qingzhai and Zimo.

Last night, there were only seven people, but tonight it has become 21 people, like a team of exploration.

These 21 people didn't completely believe in Song Xun's strange move, most of them wanted to find out out of surprise and doubt.

The Xianyin Sect sent Mu Xia and two other female cultivators named Meng Zhi and Liao Hua this time, but there was no He Yun.