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Song Qianji showed up, and everyone chatted with him friendly, and took out the battle materials they brought.

"Our Loan Cultivators have a poor family background, Brother Song, don't be disgusted, try these two things and you can still get your hands on them." Liu Sandao.

"This is Master Li. He was the one who arranged the protective formation at the entrance of the cave. Please invite him over tonight. Brother Song will see if he can help you." Old Zheng said.

"Our Huaxi faction doesn't learn formations, and these pieces of formations come from time to time, and it's useless to keep them. Why don't we give them to Fellow Daoist Song?" Huazhang said.

Song Qianji smiled, knowing that all parties must have reservations, but he just said it as if he was doing his best and giving everything he had.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you are a formation master or not, or what you bring.

He can adjust the formation method according to the cultivation level of the formation and the number of people, and roughly control the number of spirits entering the formation.

However, the three female cultivators of Xianyin Sect looked worried, and they still looked at him hesitantly after delivering the materials.

Since they didn't ask, Song Qianji didn't take the initiative to ask.

There were more guards this night, but the fighting was more intense than last night.

Not to be outdone, Jingmei summoned more of the same kind, and reluctantly stopped attacking before dawn.

After a night of hard fighting, all the monks were extremely exhausted, but their injuries were minor, so they understood and gained more.

Therefore, they are in good spirits, and they are still in the mood to joke and tease each other.

"See you tomorrow night, bring wine for everyone to drink."

"Brother Song's formation is here, maybe they will disperse tomorrow night."

When the crowd dispersed, Song Qianji swayed back with the Xueren Saber on his shoulder.

The three of Xianyinmen looked at each other, as if they had finally made up their minds and stopped in front of him.

Mu Xia saluted first, and said in a low voice, "I don't know what Song Daoyou said to Senior Sister He Yun last night."

"What happened to her?" Song Qianji asked.

"After she came back, she didn't speak a word, didn't move, and didn't pay attention to anyone who spoke. The fellow students were very worried about her."

Song Qianji was slightly startled.

Mengzhi hesitated and said: "Song Daoist, can you go back with us to see her, some fellow Daoist can explain a thing or two, maybe it will be useful to her."

Song Qianji felt a little strange: "I remember that Fairy Miaoyan from your school is also in the cave."

"Here, Senior Sister Miaoyan is indeed..."

Song Qianji said: "Since Fairy Miaoyan is here, I can solve her doubts. I am not a Yinxiu, let alone a member of the Xianyin sect. It is useless to go."

With Miaoyan's status in Xianyinmen, it is so difficult to unravel a young disciple.

Unless He Yun refused to listen to her.

The three of them had difficulty speaking, and hesitated.

Before the female cultivator of the Huaxi Sect went far, Yin Zhu turned her head and said with a smile: "I want to find Fellow Daoist Song to go to your side, so I can just say it directly, and I have to make up some reason."

Everyone burst into laughter.Qingzhai and Zimo smiled embarrassedly, pulled Song Qianji past him and ran away.

The faces of the three people from Xianyinmen changed slightly: "You are talking nonsense, demon—"

They fought side by side just now, but they could no longer swear the word "demon girl", and seeing Song Xun being dragged away by Qingya's people, they had to leave angrily.

Song Qianji went back to Ziye Manjusri's ice room to rest, and as soon as he entered the door, a storage bag was thrown towards him.

Song Qianji opened it and took a look, feeling a little dumbfounded: "What is this, the hard work paid to me by the supervisor of Qingya courtyard?"

"You are short of talent." Ziye Wenshu said.

"Do you think that if you give it to me, I don't need to ask others for it?" Song Qianji tossed the storage bag up and down, "I take care of the flowers I plant myself. I water and turn the soil every day. If they get sick and wither , I am naturally distressed. But the secret realm is full of wild flowers and weeds, drifting with the wind, I just sigh a few words. No matter planting flowers or setting up formations, you have to pay first before you are willing to cherish and maintain."

Ziye Manjusri thought for a while, frowned slightly, and his eyes seemed to condemn: "You are lying again."

There is no shortage of team members, but contributions from all parties are required.

"I'm a liar." Song Qianji threw the storage bag back and said with a smile: "If you want to learn how to lie, I can teach you for free. It's a pity that you are not articulate enough, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn."

In the middle of the night, Manjusri stopped talking, flipping open a book, bowing his head and writing quickly.

Song Qianji laughed for a while, and suddenly realized: "Could it be that you can't say no to me, so you just scold me in your diary? What kind of hero is a man who scolds people on paper!"

……

Outside the ice room, everyone in Qingya is still waiting for Qingzhai and Zimo to impart their experience.

Zi Mo said: "When you get into the battle, don't panic, listen to Senior Brother Song's order in everything, and you will gain something overnight. After you get out of the battle, there is only one thing you need to be vigilant about."

Everyone in Qingya cheered up, and some people took out pens and paper to record.

I only heard Qing Zhai say: "At the critical moment, you must step forward and act decisively...to help Senior Brother Song block the peach blossoms."

After four days like this, the relationship between the parties has eased, and the tense atmosphere that was simmering has completely dissipated.

He even started to barter and bargain, which meant that he was happy with the situation and never wanted to return.

"Before I saved a lot of monster fur, I went to Xianyinmen to exchange a few bottles of healing pills."

"Bring our spirit grass and exchange some talismans with Qingya Scholar."

"Drinking and eating meat in the Sanxiu Cave during the day, listening to the piano at the entrance of the Xianyinmen Cave to adjust your breathing, and taking turns defending the formation at night, and exchanging ideas the next day, it was a blessing in disguise."

Xianyinmen Yinxiu spends two hours a day performing the Tianyin technique to help the wounded sort out their aura.

At first, some people were not very happy: "Senior Sister Miaoyan, if people from Huaxi School come to listen, shall we also play?"

Miao Yan said: "You have seen that formation before, one prospers all, one loses all, and now the only way to break the game is to jointly improve the strength."

"Senior Sister, do you want to help them, or..." Liao Hua plucked up her courage and said, "Help that Song Xun? Senior Sister deliberately approached him recently, could it be that she is interested in him? He is just a casual cultivator, with no family and no sect to support him , even if he has some real skills, as long as he has no intention of becoming famous, he is not worthy of senior sister's attention."

In the hearts of Miaoyan's followers, Miaoyan should be matched with the strongest, not only in talent or cultivation, but also in status and power.

Miao Yan looked at everyone's expressions and frowned: "Are you teaching me?"

"I don't dare to disobey senior sister." Mu Xia tried her best to be euphemistic, "It's just that Master Shu once said that if senior sister finds a composer, it may not be a good thing for senior sister."

Miao Yan said coldly: "I can't tell whether it's good or bad. I want your advice?"

This remark is severe, already a reprimand.

Everyone was silent like cicadas, only to feel that Miao Yan was far less gentle than before.It seems that since returning that day, he has never shown the most perfect smile.

Song Qianji didn't feel the deliberate approach of "He Yun" at all, and only regarded him as a junior who occasionally came to ask for advice.

Because he presides over the formation, all parties want to get close to him, and they often send him peony flowers in the robe of wine and meat.

But there are Qingya scholars around him to guard against him, and He Yun is often interrupted as soon as he opens his mouth to say hello.

It was not until nightfall on the fifth day that all the monks entered the battle, each occupying their star positions.

Suddenly, the mountain shook, like a ground dragon turning over, and ice picks and ice shards fell on the head like a torrential rain.

Song Qianji's heart moved slightly.

After waiting for so long, it finally came.