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Song Qianji fell asleep while waiting for the meal.

Don't blame him for being sleepy in spring, but blame the spring breeze for being too gentle, the twilight too dim, and the fragrance of flowers too intoxicating.

The reclining chair that Zhao Jiheng sent was too comfortable, the cushions were too soft, like the warm nest of a small animal covered with fluffy hay.

In his previous life, he used meditation and breathing instead of sleep. Even if he was extremely tired, he must have a sword at hand, and he could draw it at any time.

Even if he later lived in the Immortal Palace on the top of the mountain, where the sleeping hall was equipped with the most precise and powerful formations, he still thought that sleeping was a waste of time and unsafe.

In the dream, there is the fragrance of wisteria flowers, a barren mountain with no grass growing, a desert with water and soil erosion.

He worked hard day by day, not afraid of cold and heat.As spring goes and autumn comes, thousands of hectares of wasteland eventually turn into oases.

Song Qianji was obsessed with farming and didn't want to wake up. He vaguely heard noises, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Meng Heze taking off his apron with one hand, looking as if he was about to fight someone.

The dream was shattered, he subconsciously frowned, first called Xiaomeng, looked closely at the three uninvited guests by the door, and couldn't help laughing:

"Please come in."

It turns out that all kinds of green colors are popular in the second-generation circle of Qingya Academy this year. Fortunately, they only like to shake fans and don't like to wear hats.

The three of them stepped over the threshold, intending to find fault with Song Qianji for his rudeness in treating guests, but saw the man with a smile on his face.

It's not their common flattery or coquettish smile; nor is it the sneer or sneer with obvious hostility.

The three of them laughed so hard that they couldn't figure it out.

If you dare to come forward and stand up, you are ready to be arrogantly provoked by the other party, or to curry favor with others.

No matter which one they encounter, they have a countermeasure.

But it definitely does not include the current situation. Song Qianji seemed to have encountered something funny, and he felt it was funny from the bottom of his heart, so he laughed without any scruples.

He even sent away the nervous boy surnamed Meng: "It's fine."

The three of them finally came to their senses, this person didn't take them seriously at all!

The one in the water green gown was about to get angry and scold, but the one in the light green brocade robe shook his head to stop it.

Song Qianji was sleeping just now, so he didn't hear their identities.It's better to give another chance, so I reported my family again:

"Three of the six sages of Qingya paid a visit to Song Daoyou. They are Zeng Liangjun from Yanshui County, and Cao Boxue from Cao family in Fuyang County. I was born in Zhan's family in Chongwen County. I am the grandson of Sanzhen Patriarch and the son of Tiebi Daojun. Zhan Denggao is a mere incompetent."

Meng Heze by the stove heard it, and thought that the breath was too long, and it would be a pity if he didn't learn the name of the dish.

Song Qianji still had that smile on his face: "Oh, hello, have you eaten yet?"

The three were stunned.

Ordinary people only ask if they have eaten, and monks rarely greet each other like this.

Is this a sarcasm? !To ridicule them for their poor cultivation?

Zeng Liangjun in the water green shirt was the youngest and the most impatient, he opened his mouth and went back: "I've already bigued, can you control it?!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Heze took the noodle bowl and placed it firmly on the stone table:

"Senior Brother Song, be careful of burning."

Celadon bowl, Yangchun noodles, with a few drops of small ground sesame oil floating.

Water-red diced radish, green shallots, and fresh green vegetables.

It turned out that the other party was really asking them if they had eaten, and the three of them blushed.

Immediately, contempt showed in his eyes, dare to show this kind of thing to entertain guests?

We never get tired of food, fine food, and small things, how can we eat the rough and vulgar things in the countryside.

But a natural fragrance floated out of the noodle bowl, lingered in the nose, and lingered for a long time.

"I don't care." Song Qianji said and began to move his chopsticks, "I haven't eaten yet."

He ate at a leisurely pace, concentrating on chewing, without saying a word.

So things got even worse.

Song Qianji sat while they stood.

Song Qianji ate while they watched.

The three of them stared at the noodle bowls with hatred in their hearts.

It's just eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Are you serious about it?

We said no to eat, and you are not humble?

This person is indeed a ruthless character, with a deep scheming heart, a knife hidden in his smile, and a needle in his cotton, which makes people helpless!

"Senior Brother Liu, when are you coming! Hurry up!"

Maybe God heard their inner prayers and couldn't bear to torture them any more.

Song Qianji finally finished eating.Meng Heze served the brewed green tea.

And on the flower path leading to Songyuan, three noble young men came.

"Is this household Song Yuan?" The miserable green boy asked with a smile.

Zhou Xiaoyun sized up the visitor.Miserable green, bean green, pine smoke green.

She thought to herself, when will the green onions in Brother Song's vegetable field grow so well.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Exactly. I don't know which onion you are?"

Suddenly seeing the unsightly expressions of the three of them, he realized that he had slipped his words, and covered his mouth: "I'm asking the three fellow Taoists, Gao's name, what they are doing to see Senior Brother Song."

The miserable green boy said loudly: "The third of the six sages of Qingya, Liu Tianhan, Wei Hong, and Kang Jiaxu, please come out and meet fellow Daoist Song."

San Cong's eyes lit up in the yard, and he hurriedly ran out, standing next to the other three people in a row, with their heads held high.

If you come and shout well, Song Qianji should be let out, why should they go in.

Before he could speak outside the door, Song Qianji had already brought Meng Heze out.

The yard is small and full of plants.

What if three more squeeze in and knock over and trample my flower and vegetable seedlings?

Later, the three of them mistakenly thought that they were famous and their voice shook the world, so they couldn't help smiling proudly.

"What's the matter with you?" Meng Heze asked coldly.

Liu Tianhan said with a smile: "I heard that Song Daoyou is noble and noble, noble and refined. In his eyes, flowers, dung and pink skulls are the same."

Song Qianji wondered what you were talking about: "I dare not take it."

As soon as the words "Red Pink Skull" came out, no one knew that they were here to make trouble for Fairy Miaoyan.

But for a moment, chickens were screaming and dogs were jumping, smoke and dust were flying, and a large number of Huawei Sect outer disciples ran outside the gate of Song Yuan.

There are so many people, and they are eyeing the visitors.

The Six Sages of Qingya had heard that Song Qianji had an extraordinary position in the outer sect, so they didn't take it as disobedience when they saw this scene.

"Everyone, don't be nervous, we have no malicious intentions." Wei Hong smiled and said, "It's just that we people don't believe that there are people in the world who don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness. Asking Qingya Academy, learning to get to the bottom of it, and encountering confusion and difficulties on weekdays, You have to figure it out!"

"That's right! Everything in our academy is reasonable, and we won't make unreasonable troubles and wrong others!" Zhan Deng raised his eyebrows, "Not to mention turning black and white, knowing that it's beautiful in his heart, but unwilling to admit it with his mouth, instead speaking rudely and sensationalizing."

"We just want to ask Daoyou Song to meet someone." Zeng Liangjun looked excited, "If Daoyou Song can say that sentence again in front of this person, we will leave immediately, no matter what!"

"Who are you seeing?" Song Qianji was aroused by them.

Later, Liu Tianhan and the other three suddenly stepped aside.

This way, he let out the people behind him.

The man was slender, wearing a simple white dress without any decorations.

Wearing a fence on the head, and covering the face with a gauze, the facial features cannot be seen clearly.

When she came out, people couldn't help staring at her.

Judging by her figure, she is a young girl.Although he can't see his head or face, his figure is slim and graceful, graceful and graceful, and between his movements, he looks like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Zhou Xiaoyun secretly exclaimed, could it be that this is the Jingchai sarong, which cannot hide its beauty.With the aesthetics of a female cultivator, she really envied him.

The woman in white was wrapped in her dress and fence, with only her hands exposed.

The ten fingers are long and slender, and the bones and flesh are uniform.

The nails are neatly manicured, the knuckles are strong, and there are thin calluses on the fingertips, which do not destroy the beauty of these hands, but add a kind of tough beauty.

——This is a pair of hands playing the lyre, which must be worked hard and practiced every day.

The twilight of the setting sun was plated on the glossy nails, glowing a thin red.

Many people couldn't help but think, even if Fairy Miaoyan, the number one beauty who is the best at playing the piano, could she be more beautiful than the person in front of her if she only showed her hands?

Only Meng Heze sneered.

With Senior Brother Song's determination, not to mention you bring a beauty, even if you bring ten naked beauties to dance in front of him, he won't frown.

Zhou Xiaoyun asked softly: "This fellow Taoist, what's your name?"

The man didn't move, and only answered three words in a low voice: "He Qingqing."

The voice trembled slightly, showing timidity, like a frightened white rabbit, which made people feel more pitiful.

"'Lan Ruosheng Chunxia, ​​Qianwei He Qingqing', what a good name!" Some of the outer disciples gave a thumbs-up, and then there were many compliments:

"A person lives up to his name, and he is also like the orchid grass Duheng."

"There are such beauties in Qingya Academy!"

The girl's figure couldn't help shaking, as if she was shy.

Qingya Six Sages laughed, the smile was very strange.

Zhou Xiaoyun saw that this plainly dressed girl was much more pleasing to the eye than those young masters who were full of jewels and flamboyant clothes, so she smiled and said:

"Hello, Fellow Daoist He."

The girl stepped back, almost fell, and trembled even more violently: "You, you are fine, you are fine..."

Zhou Xiaoyun finally noticed something was wrong.This woman is not shy and shy, but terrified like a frightened bird.

Had he never asked her hello?

So that she didn't know how to answer?

"Song Daoyou is a celebrity of Huawei Sect. My junior sister is also very famous in Qingya Academy." Liu Tianhan said with a smile, "Today I specially brought her here, and I invite Song Daoyou to show her face and take a look!"

When he said the last four words, his voice was sharp, and he tore off the barrier of the girl in white!

The girl seemed to be slapped severely by someone, she exclaimed and lowered her head to avoid it.

But it was too late, and her face was exposed in full view.

A face without facial features!

It seemed to have been burned by fire and cut by a sword, with red and swollen scars criss-crossing, completely covering up the facial features.

There was a jet black color under the scar, like some kind of living thing was beating, about to burst out of the skin.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines everywhere, and when reflected by this face, it is instantly gloomy and eerie, with a ghostly aura.

It is a person or a ghost.

Grimace.

"Monster!" Someone exclaimed.

Immediately afterwards, screams came and went, and everyone scattered in all directions. You stepped on my feet, and I bumped into your shoulders, scrambling to escape from the "monster".

If they saw it in normal times, they would not react like this, but the contrast between before and after today is too great.

Seeing others screaming and running away, I couldn't help following the crowd.

In front of the gate of Song Yuan, people turned their backs on their backs.

The six sages of Qingya had expected it a long time ago, and they remained motionless.

They laughed happily.

If you dare to be disrespectful to the most beautiful Miaoyan, come and face the ugliest monster.

In the chaos, Liu Tianhan suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed He Qingqing's back hard!

The "monster" suddenly fell towards Song Qianji.

Meng Heze pressed his sword: "Brother, be careful!"

Qingya Six Sages smiled even deeper.

As expected, anyone who was attacked by a monster would not be able to resist attacking.

This is completely the instinctive reaction of normal monks when they are extremely frightened, disgusted, or disgusted.

Once Song Qianji was enraged and attacked someone, it was reasonable for them to fight back to protect their fellow disciples.

Don't you know beauty and ugliness?Why was she scared to act when she saw Junior Sister He?

He Qingqing fell forward and closed her eyes tightly.

She was used to enduring pain, so her face was expressionless and she didn't shed a single tear.

"Are you OK?"

Unexpectedly, he was not beaten, nor did he fall to the ground. Instead, he was helped up by a pair of hands.

She smelled the scent of wisteria flowers, and heard a voice above her head, very cold but gentle.

He Qingqing opened her eyes, and saw a tall and handsome young man supporting her.

Apart from surprise, there was no other emotion in his eyes.

Even surprise is fleeting.

Meng Heze thought it was dangerous, this person didn't come to hurt Senior Brother Song.

Song Qianji also wanted to take a risk, if I hadn't shot fast enough, this person almost knocked over my bean seedling stand.

The bean seedlings are so delicate, they can't stand a bump.

Song Qianji supported the man and took three steps forward.

After making sure to stay away from the vegetable field, he let go of his hand, looked up and asked the opposite side in confusion: "So what exactly are you going to show me?"

His doubts were genuine.

There are evil demon cultivators who refine Gu poison in living people. After a long time, even if the Gu is taken out, the face of the victim is damaged, and it cannot be restored unless the flesh and bones are cut.He has seen many of them, so he was not surprised.

Backed by colleagues in the previous life, the joy meditation of the master of the evil way is not the most sinister and vicious practice.

He subconsciously glanced at Meng Heze.

Meng Heze was slightly taken aback, and lowered his head in shame.It's just a female cultivator with a low cultivation base, and she has an abnormal appearance.I was taken aback just now, and it really dissatisfied Senior Brother Song.

What kind of noodles are you cooking tomorrow?

The panic of the Qingya Six Sages also came from the heart.

They watched Song Qianji help He Qingqing up, turned a blind eye to the grimace, and even walked three steps indifferently.

Song Qianji entered, and the six of them retreated, sweating profusely and pale.

They all thought at the same time, does this person still not distinguish between beauty and ugliness?

This is not discerning ghosts!

That boy surnamed Meng is not normal either.

The outer gate of the Song Academy is so terrifying.