salted fish soaring

Song Qianji hadn't answered yet, only to hear Xian Jianchen raise his head and laugh loudly: "Haha, that's so funny, what kind of benefits does this deity need to give for accepting apprentices, this deity only relies on his personality charm and worldly demeanor, so people are willing to worship and follow him!"

The Book Saint: "Haha, it's so funny! It turns out that some old monsters are so narcissistic after practicing the technique of retaining face. In this world, I only admit that you, Xian Jianchen, are more narcissistic than me!"

Chess ghost: "Haha, it's so funny! How come I have never seen the charisma and worldly demeanor you speak of. Could it be that you have forgotten it at the end of the continent like your natal sword?"

Sword God: "Of course you can't see it because you are so old and dim-sighted. I won't blame you!"

They quarreled like no one else was there, talking very fast.Xian Jianchen fights with one enemy and two, the chess ghost occupies the home field advantage, and the book sage stirs up the flames.

Song Qianji felt that from the quiet and elegant Bamboo House in Baihua Valley, he suddenly stepped into the noisy and messy underground casino, but this casino also raised five hundred ducks, quacking and squawking around him.

"Since King Song is here, I will take care of you, Mister." Several people at the card table got up quietly and approached Song Qianji to say hello, "Let's go first."

"Buddy? Shopkeeper? What's going on here?" Song Qianji had seen them in the black shop and Hua Weizong, so he had dealt with them.

Everyone in the black shop showed indescribable expressions.

Thinking back when Hua Wei first met Song Qianji, he was still a little outer disciple who exchanged swords for qin, and now he has become famous all over the world and followed by tens of thousands of people in just a few years.

"Today, Mr. suddenly became elegant and wants to visit Chess Ghost. Qingya Academy has the dean and the supervisor sitting in the town. I will close all the shops and come here with Mr. Waiter, come here..." Shopkeeper Hua coughed lightly, " Come here and play cards."

Song Qianji looked at it: "But the two of them obviously play their own way."

The book sage is pushing Pai Gow, and the chess ghost is playing another kind of card.

Shopkeeper Hua said in a low voice: "They used to fight together, but then they almost fought, so we had to play separately. We took turns to accompany the manor, and it was really miserable. King Song came just in time." He suddenly pushed the boy, "Call someone!"

The man called King Song awkwardly.

Song Qianji nodded: "The child has grown taller."

"You are not a few years older than me." Xiao Chai muttered, but was pulled away by the shopkeeper by the collar.

Everyone in the black shop ran away, and the bamboo house casino was emptied in an instant.

A cool breeze blows in from the half-opened windows, carrying the fragrance of flowers outside.

Chips, dominoes, and dice are piled up scattered on the gaming table, immersed in the shallow crimson light of dusk.

Song Qianji heard the quarrel, but was attracted by the hydrangeas outside the window, and was about to get closer to have a look, when he heard Xian Jianchen yelling:

"There is only one sun in the sky! He has only one master in his life, and that is the deity!"

The chess ghost and the book sage looked at Song Qianji at the same time: "You tell me!"

Xian Jianchen seemed confident, but Transsion issued a death threat: "You know what to say!"

Song Qianji thought for a moment and asked a question.

This question shocked the three Xeon seniors so much that they couldn't answer it, so that there was a long silence in the bamboo house.

Song Qianji stepped forward and repeated again: "At this time of year, if the wheat is too small to be harvested, what should be done to remedy it?"

Xian Jianchen muttered to himself: "My apprentice has finally been driven crazy by you, you pay me a apprentice!"

Chess ghost: "Don't touch porcelain, I think you made me crazy."

The book sage learned a lot and asked: "As the saying goes, you plant in spring and harvest in autumn, why do you say that you harvest wheat in summer?"

"Spring wheat is harvested in autumn, and winter wheat is harvested in summer." Song Qianji laughed, "Actually, I have already worshiped many masters."

The three of them were stunned and quite surprised.

"I have a keen sense of vitality and can take care of a yard of flowers and plants, but there is no end to learning about farming. It is the masters who have taught me the farming experience passed down from generation to generation. When to topdress, when to weed, which plants like shade, which plants The crops are greedy for the sun... Whether the harvest of a piece of land is good or not depends on whether the hard work is enough or not. The size of a gust of wind, the timing of a rain cloud, and the migration route of a flock of birds will affect it for several months to a year. Years of hard work determine the lives of thousands of people."

"I study seed fields, four-season sheds, cultivate excellent seeds, and increase yield per mu. All these things can be done behind closed doors by me alone. Even if I have the treasure of heaven and earth, I will never be able to do it. .”

"What do you mean..." Xian Jianchen frowned, "I seem to understand."

"I don't quite understand." Chess Ghost asked, "Who did you learn from, young man?"

The book sage sighed: "Who did you learn from? There are thousands of canals and people, and everything in the world! They can teach you far more than us old men."

Take the sages as teachers, the common people as teachers, and the heaven and earth as teachers.

Is the status of master and apprentice important to Song Qianji?Is the honor of being a teacher important to him?

The answer is obvious, he can take anyone as a master, such as a farmer who only knows grafting.

But if he can't learn from you, even if you are invincible all over the world, and your sword skills are so strong that you have no friends, he will not take you as his master.

Why stick to the views of sects and cling to the glory of one sect?

Xian Jianchen snorted and turned his head away, not looking at Song Qianji.

The book sage suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Master, I heard that you saved the lives of my Qingya disciples in the Blood River Valley, and you also used the Huachun Mountain to suppress the chaos that caused chaos. There are countless people alive."

Song Qianji picked up the teapot from the casino, poured a cup of hot water, and leaned over to offer it to him: "It's true."

In recent years, the chess ghost only drank plain water, and the bamboo house did not entertain guests with refreshments.

The book sage took a sip from the water bowl, but it was as if he had drunk fine nectar, jade dew, and top-quality tea, and he smiled and said hello three times:

"Congratulations to the teacher!"

The chess ghost coughed and gasped violently.

Song Qianji stepped forward to pat him on the back.

The chess ghost said in a hoarse voice: "I also heard that the 'Dragon Slaying Formation' reappeared in Honghe and killed a man-eating dragon, but you commanded the formation formed by others?"

"Exactly." Song Qianji took the water again.

"Okay, I didn't waste the formation secrets that my teacher left for you! I'm very consoled for my teacher!"

Xian Jianchen frowned, crossed his arms around his chest, made a gritty inhalation sound, and said sourly: "Singing and singing together, what are you acting for?"

Song Qianji turned a blind eye to him: "I was in Blood River Valley, and I even used Qijueqin."

When Qijueqin was mentioned, the expressions of the three of them changed slightly, revealing the unfathomable aura of a strong senior.

The small bamboo house was silent for a while.

"My teacher knows about this." The book sage looked out of the window, "When Wu Qingzi was young, he believed that the melody was ruthless and beautiful, and that only the player who played the piano had an extremely strong attachment of love and hatred in his heart, could he play a song of love. Teaching the big disciple Jiang Yun made Jiang Yun's character extreme.

Later, in order to break through the bottleneck, he modified the "ruthless way" and taught his second disciple Wang Shu with the principles of heaven and etiquette. Wang Shu suppressed himself everywhere and did not dare to take a wrong step.The two disciples fell in love with the master when they were young, and worked hard to fulfill all his expectations.But Wuqingzi only loves his qin, and he can't see the living in his eyes.After Wang Shu and Jiang Yun's heart died, they fought tit for tat, and each recruited disciples, and they reached a situation where they could never die.

"Wuqingzi owed his disciples all his life. He used his disciples as an experiment on the road. In the end, he died because of his disciples' rebellion. After his death, the sect fell apart. Who is to blame? It's just repayment!"

The chess ghost interrupted him: "What are you talking about in front of the juniors?"

"You and I are already useless, don't you still taboo the word dead?"

"What taboo do I have? This kid hasn't confiscated his disciples yet. I'm afraid I'll frighten him!"

When they talked about Qin Xian, only Xian Jianchen remained silent, as indifferent as when he visited Qian Qu at night.

Song Qianji smiled wryly, thinking that although I have confiscated apprentices, I have first experienced the difficulties of being a master and a father.

"Seniors, is there any wish that this junior can fulfill?" He asked.

The chess ghost's eyes lit up: "Which one do you know, Dongzhou Solitaire or Xizhou Mahjong?"

Song Qianji was taken aback: "None."

Book Saint: "How are the big Pai Gow and the small Pai Gow?"

"This... I won't either."

"What about Shuanglu?"

"Still... no."

The chess ghost was heartbroken: "Song Qianji, you are the king of Qianqu in vain!"

Xian Jianchen said suddenly: "Why don't you play 'Flying Chess'."

Song Qianji: "I've never played before."

"It's very simple!" The chess ghost opened a wooden box, and took out a large piece of colorful paper shaped like a map, a dice, and chess pieces of four colors: red, orange, yellow, and green.

The three of them quickly picked the chess pieces, and Song Qianji was driven to the shelf, holding the red chess pieces in his head.

Chess ghost: "You don't need to learn, you can master it once you get started. I'll throw the dice first. Three, I'm going to go three squares. I'm lucky. I've reached the third level of Qi refining in this square! I'll get three hundred spirit stones as a reward."

He took out three pieces of paper from the wooden box, each with one hundred written on it.

The book sage rolled a five.Xian Jianchen rolled a six and went the furthest.

Song Qianji was a little enlightened.

This colorful drawing is the cultivation career of a monk.

Some grids are painted with spirit stones, and some are drawn with traps. As long as you walk to the top, you can choose whether to hoard land and dig spirit stone mines, or you may be unlucky, and walk into the dark trap grid, and you will be penniless in an instant.

In the later stage of the game, if you have more spirit stones, you can spend money to skyrocket your cultivation, but if you don't have money, you can only roll the dice step by step.

"If you don't cheat, isn't it just a gamble on luck?" Song Qianji thought it was funny.

With their sensitivity to changes in aura, if one person cheats by rolling dice, the other three will definitely be able to perceive it.

"When the luck comes, it depends on the luck. If the luck doesn't come, it depends on the strategy. You see, when I come here, I can choose to take five hundred spirit stones, or let a person retreat three squares." The chess ghost didn't even think about it, "I Choose Xian Jianchen!"

Xian Jianchen: "You are sick!"

Chess ghost: "I have been sick for a long time, you knew it the first day!"

The book sage: "I'll take four steps, hey, what's written in this square? Every chess player on the table will give me a hundred spirit stones haha! Are you still staring at me? Give me money!"

The small bamboo hut is more lively than the New Year.

The three of them entrapped each other, dragged each other down, and couldn't move an inch. Song Qianji honestly threw dice, hoarded land, earned resources, and cultivated. "Ascended".

Xian Jianchen jumped: "There is a problem with this dice. This deity is not the luckiest! Impossible!"

At this time, Song Qianji has the most land and wealth, and he can make a fortune by selling the land, and then use the money to take ten steps in a row and directly ascend.

But he did not sell the land, and the money was used to open up wasteland.As a result, he has more and more land and more and more money.

The chess ghost was speechless: "How did you turn Feisheng chess into wasteland chess?"

The book sage hinted frantically: "You can lend me money now, and I'll pay you back after I ascend to the world and work part-time."

Sword God: "Don't listen to his nonsense, this old guy bullies you and you don't understand, the winner of this game is the first to ascend! The last one is the loser!"

Song Qianji said, "It's okay to borrow money, and exchange it for land."

They continued to play, Song Qianji helped the three of them ascend, and left alone

- Lands that occupy the entire map!

After Xian Jianchen celebrated his victory, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The three ascension winners in one game have to work and pay back the only loser.

Xian Jianchen collapsed: "What do you want so much land for?!"

Song Qianji defended in a low voice: "...do nothing, I just can't help it."

The book sage chuckled twice and stretched his waist: "Come here with pleasure, and return with all your pleasure."

There were no lights in the bamboo hut.The last rays of the setting sun disappear, and the moon climbs up the hill quietly.

Chess Ghost rubbed his dazed eyes: "It's getting dark."

No matter how magnificent the setting sun is, it will eventually sink into the river, and the sky will always be dark.

The chess ghost tapped the map of Feishengqi: "Song boy, we are all gone, and you have taken so many lands, this world will be handed over to you."

Song Qianji suddenly said: "Since you have chosen me, why don't you kill a few people for me, and pass on their luck and inheritance to me."

"Are you crazy?" "Impossible!" The Book Master and Chess Ghost said in unison, their expressions shocked.

"I'm joking." Song Qianji laughed.

Xian Jianchen thought for a while, and said to Song Qianji through voice transmission: "You were provoked by Wuxiang in the secret realm, and you have a knot in your heart. I will bring you to meet your old friend this time to untie your knot. Don't you thank me? Master also bring a bowl of water?"

Master Duanshui Song Qianji smiled on the surface, and replied via voice transmission: "You in the next life."

Xian Jianchen gritted his teeth: "It's getting dark, it's time for us to hurry, don't dawdle!"

The Book Sage said to Xian Jianchen: "Don't bully my apprentice on the way."

The chess ghost said to Song Qianji: "It's dark and the road is slippery. If you want to fight, let senior go first. If he can't fight, you should run quickly."

Xian Jianchen was so angry that he slammed the door and left.Song Qianji bid farewell to the book sage and chess ghost.

When he walked out of the bamboo house, he heard the sound of shuffling cards against the clock from inside the house.

"Goodbye." Song Qianji looked back.

It was the mountain road when they came again, and Li Ying sent them away.

As the night falls, the galaxy is bright.

The evening breeze swayed the flowers, warm and fragrant.

Li Ying lowered her head: "Senior Brother Song, you should stay here to recover from your injuries. Even if Hua Weizong came to him, he would not dare to start a war directly. We can delay it for a while. I still have many ways..."

Song Qianji just looked at her gently, her voice became lower and lower until she couldn't continue.

Li Ying suddenly choked with sobs: "I know you must go. You wrote poems on the platform to make me happy, I am very grateful to you. Now that I think about it, that was the happiest time in my life... I am not as brave as Miss Chen Chuang, it's not like a fairy dares to fight, I seem to be a bit useless."

The last three characters of the hero post are still an unsolved mystery in the cultivation world.

Whatever you think and desire in your heart, you can fill it.Thousands of people have thousands of ways to fill in.

Only Li Ying hid the word "planting potatoes", and no one told it.

"Your life has just begun. If you don't like it for a while, wait for a while. Every flower has its season, so there is no need to compare with others. Fairy Li, when you grow up, all the pain and joy in this world must have you A piece of chess." Song Qianji laughed, "Besides, Fairy Li is the best fairy I have ever seen at playing chess, and she will definitely beat me in the future."

Li Ying was taken aback: "You really think so?"

"of course."

Li Ying's almond-shaped eyes were red, tears were hanging on her eyelashes, and she nodded vigorously: "I will work hard."

"Hey! Let's go, or not! Let me light a candle and put some flowers for you, okay?" Xian Jianchen yelled loudly.

The sad atmosphere is gone.

Li Ying's face turned red, she stopped talking and walked quickly.

……

As soon as the two left the forbidden Ziyun Mountain, Song Qianji drove the Shadowless Sword and carried Xian Jianchen westward.

"Such a bright starry night, you fly so fast, don't you live up to the beautiful night?" Xian Jianchen sat shaking his legs.

Song Qianji didn't answer.

His words were finished in Ziyun Temple, and now he didn't bother to say a word.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, Song Qianji's expression became more dignified.

As they headed west, the clean and humid air gradually became dry.The billowing dust mixed in the wind, crackling and hitting the aura shield held up by Song Qianji.

Eight hundred miles west of Ziyun Mountain, there is a desert.

Because the sand dunes flow endlessly and look like a running river, it is known as Liusha River.

Song Qian flew on such a river, there was no one around, only the whimpering of the wind, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"You can't fly." Xian Jianchen said suddenly, "Save some energy."

Song Qianji looked up at Xinghe, his face sinking like water: "Shut up!"

He flicked the sword quickly, his clothes were soaked through the back.

In the stern night wind, another voice suddenly sounded: "Your master is right."

The voice was old and weak, but it pierced through the strong wind and reached Song Qianji's ears clearly.

There is no one in Liushahe, and there is no one in the front, back, left, and back of Wuying Sword.

The voice actually came from the galaxy above his head.

Through the floating clouds, Song Qianji saw the stars trembling all over the sky, and the next moment they rapidly enlarged, shrunk, and approached.

It was as if the entire Milky Way was falling towards him.

"Zhao Patriarch's Xinghe mantle, long time no see." Xian Jianchen stood up from the flying sword and greeted loudly.

Song Qianji stopped his sword and saw those "stars" clearly.

The stars hang outside the sky wall, of course the bright light is not a real star, but Zhao Patriarch's natal magic weapon.

This set of instruments is composed of 360 eight meteorite fragments, which are controlled and connected by invisible forces.

From the moment they left Ziyun Temple, these "stars" formed an encircling circle and followed them all the way to Liusha River.

"Hey, come again." Song Qianji murmured.

Xian Jianchen: "Why did you say 'again', you haven't seen it before."

Song Qianji thought to himself, when the Zhao family sacrificed this magic weapon to encircle and suppress him in the previous life, the family had already declined, and the ancestor Zhao had already been boiled to death by him.

The person who manipulated the magic weapon could not exert the full power of the treasure, and was killed by him.

But now the ancestor of the half-step god of transformation is still there, and the galaxy mantle is displayed, it really looks like a brilliant galaxy!

The old voice sounded again: "The Sword God still remembers the old man."

He only talked to Xian Jianchen and ignored Song Qianji, as if he didn't pay attention to him.

Xian Jianchen smiled and said: "It's easy to say, we are old acquaintances, it's too kind of you to send me a special trip, just let me go there sooner."

"Xian Jianchen! 50 years ago, I only broke through the half-step of becoming a god, and my realm was unstable, and you severely injured me! It made me unable to step into the real realm of transforming gods in this life. You broke my path to immortality, and the avenue of ascension, Have you ever thought that one day it will fall into my hands!"

The shouts of anger echoed, and countless "stars" trembled together.

A thin, gloomy old man slowly landed from the sky, twenty feet away from them.

He stepped on the largest and brightest "star" in the mantle of the galaxy.

Xian Jianchen waved his hands again and again: "I can't blame me for this matter! You know how your half-step transformation came about! Besides, if I knew today, I would have chopped you to death 50 years ago!"

Song Qianji heard it in his ears, and he was glad that he was not Zhao Patriarch, otherwise he would be pissed off by this stupid person.

He shouted angrily: "What's the point, where's your sword?"

Before he finished speaking, the fragments of meteorites flickered faintly with blue flames and rushed towards him.

An extremely cold breath climbed up Song Qianji's back.

"Now it's your sword." Xian Jianchen waved his sleeve, and a flash of lightning flashed.

Song Qianji raised his hand to catch the sword, his palm seemed to be on fire, and he felt a sudden warmth.

This sword is the exact opposite of the Shadowless Sword, with a broad and heavy blade.

While controlling the Shadowless Sword to fly, he held the sword to resist.

But I heard Xian Jianchen say: "This sword is called Chunqiu, and it has been with me for 100 years. Chunqiu is the sword of the king. It is designed to kill young people and a tool to defeat evil spirits. I used this sword as my teacher back then, and let this old man Eternal life is trapped in half-step transformation!"

"Only the heart of a king can control the sword of the king. You must not be impatient when holding this sword."

As the man spoke, he didn't move his hands behind his back, showing no intention of helping.

Patriarch Zhao raised his head and laughed loudly: "Xian Jianchen, how arrogant and brutal you were back then, now you can only hide behind your apprentice!"

Xingheman's offensive became more and more fierce, and Song Qianji was surrounded by dangers. He had no time to fight with Xian Jianchen, so he could only listen to him.

"The sword formula of Chunqiu Sword has a total of 68 characters. As a teacher, I only say it once. You need to remember it firmly. First, concentrate your mind..."

"Can you speak faster!"

Song Qianji held the Spring and Autumn Sword and fought fiercely with a powerful enemy, while Xian Jianchen spoke at a leisurely pace behind him.

One haste and one slow, the internal and external abnormalities, the sword formula was engraved into his heart word by word.

Chunqiu Sword made a deep and thick sword sound, and the sword movement became smoother.

Song Qianji integrated the kendo of the past and the present, like a god descending.

The mantle of the galaxy was really cut open.

Xian Jianchen said with a smile: "50 years later, you can't even stop my apprentice, what kind of job do you have in this life!"

Hearing a long and shrill howl, the old man opened his mouth and spewed out a mist of blood.

The mantle of the galaxy was stained with blood, bursting into crimson light.

Song Qianji couldn't dodge in time, and was hit in the chest by a piece of debris, and immediately vomited a mouthful of black blood.

He only felt extremely cold, only the Spring and Autumn Sword in his hand radiated heat.

Xian Jianchen stood on the sidelines with his arms folded, watching him continue to break through westward while holding the thick Chunqiu sword tightly.

The Spring and Autumn Sword seems to have become a part of his right hand, tamed by his firm will!

"You have seven swords left, and you haven't taken them out yet! What are you waiting for?" After an unknown amount of time, the Shadowless Sword shook violently, and Song Qianji's aura was almost exhausted.

"Wait for the snow. Look, it's windy." Xian Jianchen said.

"Are you out of your mind?"

How does it snow in summer?How does Liusha River snow?

Song Qianji could only continue to fight, and suddenly felt a slight chill on his face.

A rain cloud floated over, hanging in the sky above Song Qianji's head.

This cloud is higher and larger than the mantle of galaxies in all directions.

Patriarch Zhao's face turned pale: "Impossible!"

There was no thunder and lightning, the wind blew through the clouds, and the snow began to fall.

Liusha River snowed for the first time in a century.

Every snowflake is a talisman.

The snow curtain flew up and covered Ziyun Mountain, forming a huge formation that pierced the sky and pierced the earth.

The powerful formation combined with the rune power filled the heaven and the earth.

The galaxy mantle trembled uncontrollably.

The blue flame was doused by snowflakes and fell from the sky, leaving trails of blue smoke.

Song Qianji bathed in thin snow, and suddenly his mind became clear.

He has realized something, his complexion is worse than that of Zhao Patriarch.

"This snow, they are here to see you off for the last time." Xian Jianchen said.

Song Qianji stood with a sword in his hand, and his sleeves fluttered around.

Flying snow fell into the Liusha River, rustling and turning into farewell words.

Whether it is the hegemony of the spring and autumn, the road of the king must always be given by the predecessors.

The star river mantle was severely damaged.Zhao Patriarch recalled the remaining fragments, tightly guarded his body, and tried to rush out of the range of the snow.

"You can't fly." Song Qianji said, "Save your energy."

The dull Spring and Autumn Sword shined brilliantly, illuminating half of the sky.