salted fish soaring

Huaweishan Lingtian is built around the mountain, and the ridges turn back and forth. It looks like layers of soft waves from a distance.

Those shades of green kept climbing up to the halfway up the mountain, shrouded in white clouds and mist, making it hard to see clearly.

Each field is planted with different spiritual plants and spiritual rice, and there are more than [-] teenagers wearing outer disciple uniforms walking through it.

They tucked the hem of their robes into their waists, rolled up their sleeves, exposing their strong forearms, and buried themselves in harvesting.

Few people stopped to chat, and the sooner they finished their work, the sooner they could go back to practice.

Often when I bend down, I have no time to straighten up.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a gazebo.Five or six low-level deacons are supervising the work.

They looked at the well-defined terraced fields, drank tea and kneaded melon seeds, with contented smiles on their faces, as if they were on a spring outing to enjoy the scenery, and they could set up a table of dominoes at any time.

However, once a high-level deacon comes down to inspect, or an elder from the inner sect occasionally passes by, these people will rush towards the terraced fields like frightened birds.

Some personally bent down to help, some wiped sweat for outer disciples, and some yelled loudly: "Everyone has worked hard! Work harder here!"

At this moment, some of them shouted, "Is that Song Qianji?"

The chatter and laughter in the booth stopped suddenly.

Song Qianji is a very special outer disciple.The higher-ups have ordered that he no longer have to go to work, and no matter what he wants to do, as long as he does not violate the rules of the house, he will be ignored.

The deacons watched Song Qianji walking towards the terraced fields, and a red shadow chased after him, feeling suspicious.

"Why is the eldest lady here?"

So he got up in a hurry, put down his teacup, spit out the melon seeds, and rushed out of the pavilion to greet him.

Chen Hongzhu raised his hand to signal them to stop, then turned his head and glared, implying a warning.

All the deacons didn't dare to come forward or sit down for a while, it was more uncomfortable than the disciples who were working hard.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Hongzhu asked.

Song Qianji said, "Look."

He circled around the terraced fields, sometimes lowering his head and sometimes raising his head, watching the movement of the formation on the ground and the changes of the aura in the air.

In Huaweizong Lingtian, you don't have to worry about sunshine, rain, dew, water, fertilizer and geology.Because there are multiple formations in the ground and on the top of the mountain, it can adjust the spiritual energy, apply clouds and rain, and ripen the spiritual plants overnight.

The disciples of the outer sect planted and transplanted rice seedlings one day, and harvested and picked them one day.

Only ordinary spiritual plant spiritual rice is grown here to support the inner sect.Some special varieties that are used as medicine and alchemy are precious and delicate, and it takes decades or even a hundred years to bloom and bear fruit. Doctors or alchemists specialize in cultivation.

Song Qianji pulled up a piece of plump spiritual rice and frowned slightly.

Although the spiritual plants ripened by formations are vigorous, they feel rigid and rigid, not as vigorous as their own vegetable gardens.

He has no experience in farming, and he is still in the learning stage by his own exploration.

Taking care of life in the vegetable field every day, unconsciously, his way of dealing with the world has become gentler.

Maybe the old monk of Hongye Temple is right, creating life is more difficult than destroying life.

Saving someone is harder than killing someone.

Chen Hongzhu followed Song Qian's fuselage, facing the surprised eyes of the disciples around him all the way, hesitating to speak, and suppressing doubts in his heart.

Seeing that the other party was focused, she thought she didn't want to be disturbed, so she kept silent.

If she doesn't bother, it doesn't mean that others don't bother.

"Brother Song, please wait!"

It was an outer disciple who spoke, his voice was loud and clear, as if he had great courage.

Seeing that Song Qianji really stopped and turned back, he was startled again, stumbling and whispering hello:

"Senior Brother Song, hello, I have something to do, I want to trouble you..."

Chen Hongzhu got angry and shouted: "Speak up if you have something to do, and hesitate to do it!"

The disciple was startled by her, turned around and wanted to run, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he took a deep breath:

"I, I heard Senior Sister Zhou said that if you present a bag of seeds to Senior Brother, you will be able to get advice from Senior Brother..."

Song Qianji was taken aback, and was about to say that there was no such thing.

Meng Heze and his friends collected seeds for him, and sometimes he would give advice when encountering difficulties in cultivation.

The point is to stop, there is no way to teach, and there is no more words.

It's just easy to do, it's easier than lifting the oil bottle upside down.

The disciple obviously had made up his mind, opened his mouth, and took out a storage bag from his sleeve:

"I have offended senior brother in the past, please forgive me. Now I present a bag of Impatiens flower seeds, and I dare to ask senior brother for advice!"

He said firmly, but he was extremely disturbed in his heart.He just signed up for the exhibition competition, and he also wanted to seek a chance to earn a future.

Is Zhou Xiaoyun playing tricks on me?

It's because I'm poor and crazy that I can hear "offering a bag of spirit stones" as "offering a bag of seeds".

In recent days, several disciples who have been with Song Qianji have improved by leaps and bounds, which is really eye-catching.Except for Meng Heze himself who is extremely talented, everyone else is very ordinary.

Outer disciples don't have a master, they rely on their own understanding, groping, studying hard and practicing hard.The inner sect not only monopolizes resources such as secret books and instruments, but also monopolizes the know-how of enlightenment and practice experience.

When outer disciples enter the training hall and library building, the elders in the hall must be cold and impatient.

Even if you are willing to speak, you like to play tricks and leave two or three "mantras" for you to go back and slowly understand.

Song Qianji had just uttered the word "no", when he suddenly heard the word "Impatiens flower species".

With a light cough, he continued, "It's not impossible, you can ask."

This is a new seed he hasn't collected yet, and it's just right for the door.

The disciple didn't expect it to be so easy, approached Song Qian's fuselage, his face flushed with excitement: "Thank you, brother!"

Seeing this, Chen Hongzhu muttered what he knew about cultivation, but walked to the side to watch the scenery of the terraced fields to avoid suspicion.

"I have abundant aura in my body, and there is no stagnation at all when I meditate." The little disciple asked in a low voice, "I feel that the second level of Qi Refining has been very perfect, why can't I break through the third level?"

He wanted to narrate in detail, but Song Qianji glanced at him and interrupted: "It is indeed complete. For half a month, your spiritual energy has only been running in your body, and it has never been consumed?"

The disciple was a little surprised: "I am ready to break through at any time, be careful in everything, and dare not wear it down."

"Spiritual energy flows through the meridians, just like water flows on the ridge of the field. If you don't use it, it is a pool of stagnant water. How can there be vitality? When the moon is full, it will be short, and the water will overflow. If you squander the spiritual energy in your body, replace the old with the new, it will come naturally. "

The disciple was dazed for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he bowed to the ground: "Thank you, senior brother."

"You're welcome."

Song Qianji took the storage bag, opened it for inspection, and was very satisfied to see that the seeds were full of vitality.

Song Qianji turned around and left, Chen Hongzhu chased after him: "It's over so soon? Wait for me!"

The deacons by the pavilion withdrew their gazes and looked at each other.

Thinking of Chen Hongzhu's ferocious temper, he didn't know whether to envy or sympathize.

In front of the gate of the Song Courtyard, there are colorful peach blossom trees and falling flowers, and the two vegetable fields at the gate are lush.

Song Qianji approached, and saw a few carob seedlings climbing up the thin wooden strips he had inserted, causing vines to sprout leaves, and scurrying up to half a person's height.

The spring breeze blows, and the triangular green leaves flutter, like a group of children waving to welcome him home.

Song Qianji was very relieved.

Chen Hongzhu couldn't figure out why this person was so happy.

He should be a very complicated person, but happiness is so simple and easy.

Among the blue clouds, there was a sudden cry of cranes.

Chen Hongzhu looked up.A crane flapped its wings out of the clouds, hovered above the two of them, landed lightly, and rubbed her shoulder affectionately.

Seeing Song Qianji, he took two steps back, his eyes were vigilant and fearful, as if psychic.

"This is my brother's crane, he told me to go back and help." Chen Hongzhu said.

The Huawei Sect has had guests arriving one after another recently, and they are greeted by different people in the sect according to their identities.

Chen Hongzhu is in charge of receiving female cultivators of similar age and background.

After a day of observation, she has accepted the fact that Song Qianji's temperament has changed drastically and he only cares about farming, so she decided to change her strategy.

After thinking for a while, he took out a red paper crane: "This is my communication talisman, and all three halls recognize it. If you go to the market at the foot of the mountain to buy seeds, just take it with you."

The three monks and inner disciples can take people down the mountain at any time, such as Qiu Dacheng and Xu Wangshan from the Discipline Hall, who is more familiar with the casino at the foot of the mountain than he is at home.

Zhao Jiheng has a token issued by the deacon's hall, so it's okay to take his followers to sleep in the flower building every night.

Only ordinary outer disciples will be inspected by the law enforcement hall when they leave the mountain gate.

"From now on, to the Dengwen Conference, if someone troubles you for Miaoyan, you can use this talisman to send a message to me at any time. Inside the Huawei Sect, I will arrive in a flash with a real order in my hand. Outside the Huawei Sect, I will come by riding a crane." Come, definitely faster than 'that person'."

"They don't know that you have something to do with 'that person'! Just in case, I mean just in case, I'm not cursing you, you're dead. If you die, nothing will happen, and that person will wander around the world. When he finds out, he will come to avenge you What is the use?"

Chen Hongzhu spoke dryly, and finally saw Song Qianji take the red paper crane and look down.

She laughed happily: "I am so kind to you, are you very moved? Do you want to show me the sword practice now?"

Song Qianji: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a dual-purpose talisman, which can be used for both communication and tracking. It has your spiritual sense on it. If I carry it with me, you will know where I go. "

"Do you still know talismans?" Chen Hongzhu was startled, scratching her hair bun, a little embarrassed: "That person taught it? How much did he teach you?"

Song Qianji smiled and did not answer.

Chen Hongzhu quickly became confident: "You can take this talisman with you when you go shopping down the mountain. It only shows your tracks. As for what seeds you bought, who you met, and what you said, I don't know. It's not too much!"

"If I don't take it, you have to think of other ways to stare at me. This is a waste of energy and time." Song Qianji earnestly advised, "If you are not focused for a day, you will not be able to touch the pill. threshold."

Chen Hongzhu was speechless, with a dark face.

Riding on the crane, he ran away in anger.

***

Song Qianji's small courtyard has undergone earth-shaking changes.

When he was reborn, the place was dark, dilapidated and full of dust.Now the courtyard walls are renovated, the floor tiles are resurfaced, and the furniture is replaced with new ones.There must be vines climbing on every wall, and there must be flowers and plants growing on every flower stand beside the wall.There is a vegetable garden surrounded by fences under the frame, and every vegetable is fresh and juicy.

This piece of greenery is uneven and scattered, and it looks very layered from a distance.

The whole small courtyard is naturally fresh and full of vitality.

After Song Qianji finished his day's work, he slumped on the rocking chair given by Zhao Jiheng, enjoying the cool breeze and bright moon, and waiting for noodles.

He fasted the grain early and did not place much emphasis on appetite, but the spring onion he planted was lush and lush, and if he didn't cut it, he would grow old.

Meng Heze volunteered and said that he could make scallion noodles.

An outer disciple came to visit at this time.

"Senior Brother Song, I have something to ask." The disciple bowed to him, but didn't say it directly, first he took out the storage bag like offering a treasure, "I brought a bag of wisteria seeds, carefully selected, not a single bad seed, Sow it and live."

When Song Qianji visited Lingtian, many people saw it.

After the person who came to offer the seeds asked, he successfully broke through when he returned and was promoted to the third level of Qi Refining.

There are no secrets at the outer door, and the news spreads quickly.

Song Qianji thought to himself, wisteria, not yet, is very nice.

He leaned on the rocking chair: "You say."

The disciple came closer and lowered his voice: "Senior brother, please see, this thing was passed down in my family, and then the family lost... I see that it is not a magical weapon, and I don't know what it is used for."

The disciple looked expectant and nervous.

I was afraid that Song Qianji would say that he didn't know, and even more afraid that he would ask why he didn't submit it to the deacon hall for appraisal.

If it is really a spiritual object, there is no place for it to be handed over to the deacon's hall.

Fortunately, Song Qianji only took a look and didn't ask anything.

"Jade slips. It's not a magic weapon. It should be a book of exercises. After you build the foundation, read it, and the words on it will naturally appear."

The disciple was overjoyed, and thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, brother, thank you, brother!"

Song Qianji accepted the seeds: "No thanks, let's go back."

"Senior Brother Song." The disciple lowered his head and hesitated, "I used to, I..."

"Do you have anything else?"

"……No."

Song Qianji wondered: "Then why don't you leave? Shall I keep you for dinner?"

Hearing this, Meng Heze ran out with a large colander in his hand, making a vicious look: "Who wants to stay for dinner? We don't have any extra bowls, and we don't have any extra rice!"

Brother Meng, who is usually helpful and upright, suddenly changed his face.

The disciple recalled Meng Heze's ferocious attitude during the outer gate examination, retreated in a hurry, fell, and ran out of the gate in a hurry.

Meng Heze snorted coldly.

Song Luo's nickname was first given by this person.But Song Qianji may have already forgotten.

"Is the noodles ready?" Song Qianji asked.

"I'm coming!"

A bowl of fine noodles is served on the stone table.

Drizzled with scallion oil, the noodles have an attractive sauce color and are full of aroma.

"Senior Brother Song, you are too kind and have such a good temper. These people are here to take advantage of you."

Meng Heze suddenly shut his mouth, and clenched the hem of his clothes with both hands.Thinking of others calling Song Luo in the past, he laughed too.

Later, I got a lot of money, but it was because of Song Qianji's kindness. What is the difference between me and these people?Are you really worthy of being called a gentleman?

Song Qianji didn't notice the other party's sensitive emotional changes, so he just lowered his head to eat the noodles and said vaguely, "It's easy."

He thought, I was the one who got the seeds, isn't it me taking advantage?

This is me taking advantage!

***

The cultivation enthusiasm of the outer disciples is unprecedentedly high, and they are more energetic in their part-time jobs.

I don't know when, no one called "Song Luo" anymore, only "Senior Brother Song".

And this title specifically refers to Song Qianji, and the other outer disciples surnamed Song voluntarily call them juniors.

Because they all know that when encountering difficulties and perplexities, if you don’t understand Daoist books or exercises, the elders of the Teaching Hall are too lazy to talk to you. At this time, you only need to carry a bag of good seeds, and you will get precious guidance and help from Senior Brother Song.

If you ask him to appraise the treasure, he will never be greedy for your treasure.

Your family practice is not as important as his noodles.

There are so many things that can be called "selfless poverty alleviation".

Although Senior Brother Meng is vicious, as long as you get the answer, go away without disturbing him, and if you don't eat his face, he won't make things difficult for you.

A powerful person like Senior Brother Song applied for painting and calligraphy. There is no conflict of interest with other disciples who plan to participate in the exhibition competition, but it reduces competition for them.

When a man becomes useful, all his former evils become good.

He is lonely and lonely, with a cold face and a warm heart, and he doesn't care what people say.We have so many misunderstandings that we should not have done so.

He does not distinguish between beauty and ugliness. He is detached from the realm and does not indulge in superficial appearance.We judge people by their appearance, too superficially.

Song Qianji became the most prestigious and respected person in the Outer Sect.

When people saw him from afar, they would salute him.

Song Qianji felt happy from the bottom of his heart, because there were more and more seeds in his hands, enough for him to plant for many years after he went down the mountain.

As for other people's opinions and evaluations of him, it is not as important as spring onions sprouting in his field.

***

Some people practice diligently on the ground, while others dig the soil to cultivate.

In the clouds in the sky, there are cranes leading the way and blue birds pulling carts.

Different sects arrived at Huawei Sect one after another, with different costumes, and the green mountains suddenly added many colors.

This spring is destined to be like Song Qianji's vegetable garden.

A hundred flowers bloom, full of vitality.