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After fleeing for three days and three nights, Meng Zhengxian had seen Song Qianji's true skills.

He didn't work hard, and relied on Song Qianji to lead him to break through the encirclement and interception again and again, throw off the pursuers, and hide in Tibet.

Between life and death countless times, he thought that Song Qianji was about to give up on him, but the man still stood in front of him, swinging his sword with all his might.

Song Qianji meditated under the tree, holding a sword to watch the night, while Meng Zheng sat on the tree, leaning against the rough trunk, and fell asleep for the first time.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain coldly in the mountains. Song Qianji woke people up and found an abandoned thatched cottage of Orion.

"Why don't you use the spiritual energy to protect your body against the cold, but hide from the rain like a normal person?" Meng Zhengxian was puzzled.

"Fleeing in the wild, the recovery speed of spiritual energy is slow, and the talisman pills are limited, so save as much as you can."

Song Qianji didn't use the talisman to light the fire, and took out the fire book from the storage bag.

"Heh, is this the life of a monk?" The Lord of Evil Ways looked disgusted.

"Since I pushed you off the cliff, this is what I've lived all these years." Song Qianji said indifferently.

Meng Zheng was speechless.

In the rainy night thatched cottage, a lamp is like a bean.

The two lit a fire to boil water, and sat by the window to listen to the rain.

There are many autumn mountains and autumn rains.

Meng Zheng first jumped out of the golden palace full of flowers, and rushed all day, temporarily forgetting the grievances and grievances in the cultivation world, right and wrong.

from where?From the Golden Palace.

where to goGo to Qianqu.

They flew over the West Sea, crossed the wilderness, and crossed the mountains, all they knew was to go to Qianqu.

It seems that Qianqu is no longer a real dead place, but a dream that can never be reached.

"What will I do in Qianqu when it's raining?" Meng Zheng asked first.

"What else can we do? Let's have a water fight with Xiaoji and the others." Song Qianji was laying straw mats, and thought for a while after hearing this, "The seeds in the barn are easy to get wet in rainy days, and you will help dry them."

"Impossible." Meng Zheng shook his head first.

But for some reason, he secretly didn't want the other party to sober up.

In the world in Song Qianji's drunken dream, there is no evil Buddha Meng Zhengxian, only Qianqu Meng Heze.

He called friends and companions, went hunting and outing, played chivalry, and had a great time.

His young disciple loves him, the local people respect him, and his parents are there. His father likes to play chess at the street corner, go fishing in Qianqu River on sunny days, and his mother loves to visit Qianqufang and will cut clothes for him.

What a dream.

Song Qianji: "I remember correctly, you also practice swords in the rain, watch the rain to hone your sword..."

His voice gradually lowered, but he still managed to set up a security formation in the thatched cottage.

Meng Zhengxian sneered, and turned the beads on his wrist: "I practice Huanxi Zen, and I never practice swords."

He shot suddenly, hit Song Qianji's back, and pasted a talisman.

Song Qianji had been with him for the past few days, so he was defenseless against him, and immediately fell asleep.

Meng Zheng helped him onto the straw mat first, and fed him a panacea: "Sleep."

He took out another fire cloud bead to keep warm from the cold, and stuffed it into Song Qianji's palm.

After everything was settled, he walked under the eaves, facing a curtain of autumn rain alone.

He quietly listened to the sound of the rain for a while, and when the people in the house were fast asleep, he said, "Come out."

In the dark and rainy night that was empty just now, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared, kneeling down and clasping fists: "Your Majesty!"

Meng Zhengxian frowned: "Be quiet."

The visitor shuddered and became more cautious:

"The charter for the reconstruction of the Golden Palace, please have a look at it."

"All matters in the West Sea, please be determined by your lord."

The jade slip was handed over to Meng Zhengxian. He stood under the eaves and gave instructions, and finally called everyone:

"Wait a minute, go find something for me."

……

When Song Qianji woke up, the rain had stopped.The clear sunlight passed through the dense forest and shone into the old window frame, and the spots of light scattered all over his body.

Birds were chirping outside the house, the sound was brisk.

There was an extra bowl of noodles on the table, which was emitting white hot mist.

"Wake up, get up and eat noodles." Meng Zhengxian sat at the table, with his back to him, and said in a low voice:

"When I was young, I was playful and active. I always fought with the neighbors. If I won, my father would beat me up and scold me for causing trouble. If I lost, my mother would cook me a bowl of noodles. She Saying that the stomach is full, the body will not hurt."

Song Qianji rubbed his eyes, got up slowly, and found that he was covered with a soft snow-white blanket, and his clothes were changed into brand-new high-level robes. He didn't know where he was for a while: "It doesn't hurt anymore. It's strange."

He is full of spiritual energy, his old wounds healed, and his whole body feels refreshed.

Meng Zhengxian was still talking to himself, and his voice was even lower:

"I fell off a cliff and survived a catastrophe, and I don't want to go back to Huaweizong. I want to go home, but Tiannan Continent is too far away from Tianxi Continent, and there is still a vast ocean across. The world is dangerous, and my cultivation base is weak. When I return home , two years later."

"The day I got home, it was August [-]th, the night of the reunion, and I saw the whole family die in front of me. I remember that the night sky was red, and there were orange flames, bright red blood, and a purple moon..."

"A monk saved me and asked me if I wanted to take revenge. You also know that revenge must be done as soon as possible, otherwise you will still be a low-level monk after all your enemies are killed by others. The progress of the righteous way is too slow , I had no place to learn, so I learned an evil skill from that monk. The evil way is good, killing one person in ten steps is just right for me. Three years later, I killed the group of evil cultivators and reported it for my whole family hatred."

"Everything has a price. The stronger the exercises I practice, the more severe the backlash of the full moon every year. In recent years, chanting sutras has been unable to suppress my murderous nature. If I stop practicing, my enemies will come to kill me , if I continue to practice, sooner or later I will lose my mind and become a monster."

"I'm a bit tired of being the master of evil ways. Song Qianji, where did you come from..."

Song Qianji put on his clothes and got off the bed, and sat opposite Meng Zhengxian: "Xiao Meng, are you chanting scriptures again? You just called my name?"

Although the evil Buddha is a fake monk, he pinches Buddhist beads and sits in meditation to recite scriptures every night.

Meng Zheng first turned around and looked out the window: "What can I say to a drunk. Eat noodles!"

Green onion, thick chicken soup, a little sesame oil.

Song Qianji took two sips of the soup and boasted, "Your skills have not regressed."

Meng Zheng first sighed, not sure if he was angry with Song Qianji or himself:

"I regret it. If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't let you drink Hongchen Wine. After eating this bowl of noodles, you can go."

Ordinary monks would have to get drunk for three days if they drank red dust wine, but Song Qianji seemed to have a particularly poor capacity for drinking.

"Didn't we walk together?" Song Qianji said strangely after eating the noodles slowly, "Are you tired from walking? Want to take a rest?"

Meng Zhengxian didn't move his back, as if he had suddenly made up his mind, and said softly.

Song Qianji said: "Turn over these two mountains again, and wait until we reach Qianqu. Qianqu has good feng shui, and there are green fields in spring, where a hundred flowers bloom. In summer, the trees are full of shade, and the trees are full of birdsong. The team went hunting in the poisonous miasma forest. The autumn harvest is bumper, and you will help dry the millet. It snows heavily in winter, and you and Xiaoji and the others smash snowballs..."

"Enough. There is no Qianqu in this world!" Meng Zhengxian turned his head suddenly, his eyes red, "I am not Meng Heze, and you are not my senior brother!"

Song Qianji couldn't help but startled.

I saw the evil Buddha with white hair like snow and tears in his eyes.

"Let's go!" Meng Zhengxian yelled, "I am the majestic lord of evil ways, without a loose cultivator like you!"

"Let's go." Song Qianji picked up the sword and went out without hesitation, "What are you yelling, you are quite rebellious."

The sun is bright and clean, and the leaves smell moist and fresh.

After a night of rain on this mountain, a unique white jade mushroom emerged from under the tree. This mushroom is delicious and can replenish spiritual energy.

Song Qianji was tired from running around for the past few days, so he didn't bother to care about Meng Heze anymore, so he decided to let Meng Heze cry silently for a while and calm himself down.

He picked more than 30 small spirit mushrooms and returned with a full load in his outer robe, when he suddenly felt spiritual fluctuations coming from the direction of the thatched cottage.

"Who moved my formation? The breath is not Meng Heze. There are outsiders here, not just one."

Song Qianji's complexion changed slightly, and he ran wildly.

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