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The West Sea is vast and endless, the night mist shrouds the black waves, and the wind roars.

A flying sword wobbled across the night sky like a shooting star.

There are two people on the sword, one standing and the other sitting.

The swordsman in front of him was covered in bruises, but he was tall and straight, gritting his teeth and manipulating the flying sword to maintain the fastest speed, allowing blood to spill into the pitch-black sea.

The person sitting behind him was unscathed, with his legs swaying slightly, as if sitting on a railing watching the moon and blowing the wind:

"Song Qianji, the world is so big, where are you taking me?"

One person is like a fugitive, and the other is like an outing, but they appear on the same sword.

"Back to Qianqu." After Song Qianji finished answering, he began to talk to himself.

This time, the distance between the two was very close, there was no singing and dancing around, only the sound of the wind whistling at sea, Meng Zhengxian finally heard the vague words:

"I want to go back to Qianqu to farm."

WTF?

Meng Zhengxian narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's interesting."

Red dust wine can magnify desire and expose people's nature.

Meng Zhengxian firmly believes that human nature is inherently evil.Every year at the banquet in the Golden Palace, how many decent and righteous gentlemen take off their human skins, showing a lot of ugliness.

Reputable?He dismissed it.

But Song Qianji drank and said that he wanted to farm the land, drew his sword and broke out of the encirclement, and said that he wanted to save him.

If it is said that Song Qianji is not drunk, he is talking words that Meng Zhengxian can't understand, and he is confused, obviously unconscious.

If he is drunk, he can still design escape routes based on years of experience to avoid "chasing soldiers".

"Where is Qianqu?" Meng Zhengxian was really curious this time, "But Tianxizhou Huawei Sect's territory, Qianqu County?"

Song Qianji nodded.

Meng Zheng first asked, "Why?"

He was born as a mortal, and he paid more attention to the mortal world than a monk who was born in the cultivation world.

In the early years, I heard that Qianqu had been suffering from severe drought year after year, plague and famine were rampant, and the people were in dire straits.Because the temple couldn't receive incense and offerings, Huaweizong didn't bother to care about the lives of the local mortals.

In a dead land with withered aura, how can a drunkard be obsessed with it?

Song Qianji felt strange when he asked him this way:

"Aren't you going home? Your parents, your housekeeper and cook, and your friends are all there... You've been away for so long, don't you miss them?"

As if struck by lightning, Meng Zhengxian's face changed suddenly: "Presumptuous, dare to play with me!"

He waved his sleeves angrily, about to shatter the cap of the man in front of him with his palm.

Before the words were finished, the angry sea was churning, and the clouds and water were stirring!

A waterspout soared into the sky, and more than a dozen black shadows stepped on the waves and broke through the sea.

The person running in the front was nine feet tall, holding a trident surrounded by black air, and threw Feijian on the head:

"Old thief Song! Let go of the evil Buddha quickly, and spare your life!"

The others said in unison: "Your Majesty, it's too late to save you!"

This one is powerful.

Song Qianji whirled his flying sword lightly, dodged like a fish, and swung his sleeves to shoot out a stack of blasting symbols: "Xihai Yasha! I'm taking people out to sea, when will it be your turn to intervene?"

The talisman paper detonated instantly, the sea burst into flames, and the sound of thunder rolled.

"If you don't eat the toast, don't blame us for chopping off your head and serve it as a meal!" The visitor yelled, "Let's go!"

Song Qianji laughed: "Here is the head of Mr. Song, whoever has the ability, just take it away!"

He turned around suddenly, his expression became gentle: "Xiao Meng, sit still, senior brother will take you out."

Meng Zheng first retracted his palms and sleeves, his eyes changed slightly, and he watched him fight coldly.

Evil monks are good at Gu and poison, and they leave no room for their moves.

The scarlet poisonous mist and ugly poisonous insects combined with various vicious moves, attacked Song Qianji desperately.

For a time, there was a strong wind and dark clouds covered the moon.

The flying sword rose and fell between the water and the sky, like a wounded silver snake, and was even aroused to be mad and bloody.

Song Qianji rushed left and right, pinpointed the opening, and stuck three "light cloud symbols" on the flying sword.

The blade of the sword is as fast as the wind, breaking through the formation in an instant.

The crowd chased for ten miles, but couldn't catch up, and cursed Song Qianji.

Yasha shouted: "Your Majesty, this subordinate is incompetent. Regroup and come to rescue you! Please take care, Your Majesty!"

Meng Zhengxian chuckled, thinking of a bunch of idiots.

It is impossible for a person in the evil way of the West Sea not to know that it was he who drank the Golden Sword and the Golden Law and voluntarily left with Song Qianji.

I just want to take this opportunity to show my loyalty, put on a posture of desperately saving him, and get some benefits in the future.

"You are amazing." Meng Zhengxian said leisurely, "But your spiritual energy is almost exhausted, and we can't fly out of this sea."

Song Qianji wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand: "I have a stealth armor in my storage bag, put it on and run west."

"What about you?" Meng Zheng asked tentatively.

"I ran eastward, leaving trails all the way to distract the pursuers. Then we made a circle and met in Qianqu three days later."

"But you were injured." Meng Zhengxian's eyes fell on Song Qianji's bloody mouth on his chest and abdomen.

"A little injury." Song Qianji raised his head and poured a pill.

Meng Zheng glanced at it first, the defective Huiyuan Hemostatic Pill.

What a poor casual cultivator.

"What are you planning?" Meng Zheng asked first.

Song Qianji doesn't want wealth or power, he can't see through it.

"What's the picture?" Song Qianji asked back.

"why you are treating me like that?"

The bloody gunpowder was left behind, and the sea returned to calm.

A full moon emerged from the clouds, illuminating Song Qianji's blood-stained side face.

Seeing him first, Meng Zheng sighed helplessly:

"I don't want to either. I just wanted to grow land, grow flowers, and live a leisurely life. Who told you to call me brother, I can only take care of you a little more."

Meng Zhengxian felt extremely absurd at this moment.

Song Qianji was really drunk.

"Brother? Take care of... me?" Meng Zhengxian murmured, "I am the majestic lord of the evil way, the number one devil in the world, and one day I was protected by a drunk."

He laughed lightly at himself: "Ha, so there is still a person in this world who is willing to sacrifice his life to protect me."

The moon shadow is perfect, like a huge silver plate.

The colorful clouds move, and the sea breeze blows.

Meng Zhengxian opened his mouth slowly: "I hold a banquet on the full moon, and countless assassins come to kill me every year. Because this night I was backlashed by kung fu, and all my meridians and bones ached, like a thousand knives scraping a bone, and ten thousand ants eating my heart. Everyone knows that the opportunity cannot be missed, and if you want my life, you must seize the opportunity."

"The moon waxes and wanes. From August [-]th to September [-]st, that's when I'm the weakest every year. You took me away like this, out of this West Sea, and the whole world is full of people who want to kill me. You are just a casual cultivator, what can you do..."

Song Qianji thought for a while after listening, and said: "Then we can't divide into two groups, we still have to go together."

Meng Zhengxian's eyes were heavy: "You want to protect me, not afraid of being scolded by thousands of people, accusing you of being with the devil?!"

Song Qianji shook his head: "Not afraid."

"Aren't you afraid that there will be many soldiers chasing you, and you won't be able to turn back?"

"Not afraid."

"Aren't you afraid that you will never recover, that you will die without a place to die?"

"Not afraid."

Meng Zheng laughed first. Although he had three thousand silver hairs, his smile had the look of youthful innocence:

"Then let's go together. See where we can go."

He wanted to see what step Song Qianji could do.

I just hope that this person won't regret it after he sobers up.

"Okay." Song Qianji's drunken eyes were hazy, "Go back to Qianqu."

……

"Your Majesty asked us to pretend to hunt him down? How could this be?"

After a great battle, only the ruins of the formerly glorious fairy island remained.

The four of them gathered in the underground secret room to carefully read the secret order of the evil Buddha.

"What should I do?" Jintao asked.

Jin Lu said: "What else can be done, just do according to the wishes of your lord."

Jinchai shuddered: "Does your lord know something? How could Song Qianji..."

Jin Dao shouted: "If Your Majesty knows, how can you and I be alive?!"