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Song Qianji makes ice sculptures in the snow field.The endless ice sculptures almost made him forget the time.

Midnight Manjusri sat in front of the window, like an ice sculpture.

The windows were wide open, and the moonlight was let in, flowing over the desk like water.

Midnight Manjusri's dormitory is located on a very high terrain, looking out of the window, he saw white flags flying all over the mountain.

The book sage passed away, and the green cliffs became plain.

There are no old fishermen fishing by the ink pond, and all the bright colors have been covered or erased.As soon as the cold moon shines, the mountains only show the three colors of blue, white and black, which is extremely solemn.

There are many weeping willows, pines and cypresses, and emerald bamboos on the green cliffs. There are always shades of blue and blue in all seasons.

There are also many Confucian scholars and scholars in Qingya. From morning to night, you can always hear the sound of books.

Young disciples like to get together, write, debate, draw symbols, play chess, play cards, feed the white deer in the mountains, and there is always something to talk about.

Only Ziye Manjusri lives on the highest mountain of Qingya. There is nothing in this place, no lush greenery, and no yo-yo deer singing and lively people's voices.

The people of Qingya support, admire and respect him immensely, but they also respect him.

As soon as I saw him, I remembered the extremely strict rules and regulations, and subconsciously became cautious.

And he practiced the knife in the middle of the night and got up early to write a diary.When he has nothing to deal with, he doesn't like to see people.

At this time, he was sitting alone in front of the window. There was no diary on the table, only a small jade box.

Ziye Wenshu opened the box with one hand and closed it again and again.

Since getting it, this repetitive action has almost become a habit of Ziye Manjusri.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta." The lid of the box rose and fell with a crisp sound.

This activity was interrupted tonight.

"Brother Supervisor, I have something to see." Zi Mo sent a message to the outside world.

After getting permission, a group of Qingya disciples filed in, instantly filling the empty residence of Ziye Manjusri.

All the disciples looked excited and their chests heaved violently, as if they had just finished a rally.

"What's the matter?" Ziye Wenshu was a little surprised, but calm.

Qingya's formation has not fluctuated, no foreign enemies have attacked, and the dean has not sent him a letter, indicating that Qingya is still safe.

In this chaotic world, almost the entire comprehension world has been dragged into the vortex of war, and Qingya Academy is so silent that it is about to be forgotten.

The leaders, Zi Mo and Qing Zhai, looked at each other, ready to use their eyes to decide who would speak first.

Someone from the back of the crowd preemptively said: "Dare to ask the senior supervisor, but are you planning to go to Qianqu alone?"

Ziye Manjusri frowned slightly: "Who said that?"

As soon as he frowned, the temperature dropped sharply.As soon as the rally was over and the slogans were shouted, the passionate disciples calmed down instantly.

"Brother Supervisor is good at swordsmanship, but not good at acting." Zi Mo smiled wryly.

After Ziye Manjusri left Blood River Valley, he didn't mention Qianqu, not a single word, not a single word.

That's why it's abnormal.

"I didn't mean senior brother acting. We have been with senior brother for so long, and we can feel it...ah, I'm not trying to figure out senior brother's mind, I just said, I mean..."

Zi Mo's drawing became darker and darker, and was trampled on by Qing Zhai.

"Give me what's in your hand." Ziye Wenju stretched out his hand to the crowd.

The first disciple who spoke froze, and had no time to hide the paper, so he could only obediently hand it over.

"Anti-Immortal League, Aid to Qianqu. Joint petition?" Ziye Wenshu glanced, "Are you going to strike?"

"This is agreed by the gentlemen!" The young disciple looked at the superintendent, and his voice weakened again: "...Actually, the dean also agreed, cough, acquiesced."

Qingzhai hurriedly helped him out: "Song Wang Renyi, we misunderstood him a lot when we were in the Blood River Valley Ice Cave, and he didn't care about us. He rescued us from danger and taught us how to practice, which made me even more ashamed. Now Qianqu is in danger, how can we turn a blind eye? If we really want to keep our ears shut, how can we still read?"

Seeing that Ziye Manjusri did not refute, all the disciples dared to speak:

"Even those casual cultivators are not afraid of life and death, and dare to send King Song a ride, are we cowards?"

"I, disciple of Qingya, am not a scholar without responsibility. If senior brother takes responsibility for us, in the future we... may be afraid of demons."

"We want to go to Qianqu with senior brother!"

Ziye Wenshu listened quietly, and suddenly looked back at the jade box on the table.

Zimo and Qingzhai were very puzzled.

But Ziye Manju nodded: "Okay. I agree."

All the disciples were overjoyed, but they didn't dare to cheer loudly in front of Ziye Manjusri.

Zimo excitedly said: "What are we going to do! It's all up to the senior supervisor's arrangement!"

Ziye Manjusri spat out a word: "Wait."

"etc?"

Ziye Manjusri said: "Go back and continue studying tomorrow."

Some disciples saw a flash of a smile in his eyes, so fast it was like an illusion.

After the disciples walked away, they began to whisper.

"The words have been made clear, why wait?"

"Just wait, don't act without authorization. Be careful not to spoil the arrangement of the senior supervisor."

Qing Zhai: "What do you think is in that box? Aren't you curious?"

Zimo: "Of course I'm curious, but we don't know, and we dare not ask."

……

Contrary to Qingya's silent but warm atmosphere, Huawei Sect is truly silent.

Xu Yun is meditating in Qiankun Hall.

His incarnation died under Song Qianji's sword, and his body was injured accordingly, and he was assassinated when he was weakest.If he hadn't collected the panacea for many years, if he wasn't in Hua Weizong, he would have died.

The assassin was chased by everyone to the cliff of Duanshan Mountain, and jumped down from the cliff, his life and death were unknown.

He has practiced the exercises taught by Wu Xiang, and the aura in his body has turned bloody, so he dare not ask famous doctors for diagnosis and treatment.

But his injury deteriorated rapidly, and the war continued, and the current situation was tense, so he had to compromise with He Qingqing.

He was worried about He Qingqing, that nun was like a beautiful snake.He asked Yuan Qingshi and He Qingqing to go together and get close to each other. It was called an escort, but it was actually a supervision.

When He Qingqing arrived at Huawei Sect, she hadn't seen Xuyun yet, but was surrounded by everyone, and was enjoying the scenery of Huawei.

Look at the lotus by the lake, and the koi at the passing water bridge.Huawei Sect has done enough to entertain distinguished guests.

"This is the 'Xingxingtai', the most important place in my sect." Yuan Qingshi said.

However, God is not good.It was foggy today.

Climbing high and looking far away, you can't see the scenery in the mountains, only the vast sea of ​​clouds, and the sky and the earth are plain white.

That stone table is still placed in the pavilion, and the world-famous hero post is also there.

Everyone in Huawei Sect felt very complicated about it. It was both an honor and a shame.

When writing these four lines of poems, Song Qianji was still a small outer disciple, but now he is the king of one party and the great enemy of the sect.

Sitting in front of the stone table, He Qingqing suddenly drew out her dagger.

A cold light flashed, and the bare hands flew away.Everyone in Huawei Sect screamed.

"I just carved a few words, why are you nervous?" He Qingqing smiled leisurely.

Yuan Qingshi leaned forward to look again, and saw four lines of poems appearing on the stone table:

"Through the hardships and dangers, the blood is warm, and the road to the fairy mountain is difficult to choose."

"He palmed the sun so well that he dared to teach the world to change colors."

"Good words, good poetry!"

The disciple of Xianyinmen praised: "The master writes really well!"

Yuan Qingshi looked at the poem, then looked at the long clouds and mist, and said with a smile: "The fog cleared at noon, and the scenery of Huawei can be seen all over the place. It's colorful and beautiful. If Sect Leader He doesn't want to wait, I can still display my Huawei. Weijian, use sword energy to disperse this cloud that covers your eyes!"

He Qingqing stood up: "There's no need to wait, it's important to heal Sect Master Xuyun."

"Sect Leader Gao Yi!"

This time even the people of Hua Wei Sect began to praise her.

There is no one who doesn't like to listen to good things, but He Qingqing has heard too much in recent days, and she is a little tired of hearing it.

But listening to people racking their brains to say good things is better than being spat at, a thousand times better.

Amidst the praise, a disciple of Xianyin suddenly whispered in surprise:

"Hey, why is there a poem on this table?"

"Zhu Xin, don't spoil the interest of the head!"

She was stopped immediately.

But He Qingqing had already turned around and saw the writing on the table.

In addition to the hero posts and her poems next to the hero posts, there was a third poem in the corner of the stone table.

The strokes are tough and the handwriting is beautiful.

"I can recognize this, it's Chen Hongzhu's handwriting, cough, Chen Hongzhu." Yuan Qingshi suddenly said, "I remembered, she came to the Star Picking Platform the night before her treason left the mountain. I think it was written at that time."

Everyone gathered around again.

He Qingqing slid across the stone table with his fingertips, and read softly word by word:

"The bright moon is not the branch, the flower is not the wind, the king is facing the thousand canals, and I am facing the east."

She laughed, it turned out to be a farewell poem.

The bright moon left the branches, the fallen flowers drifted in the wind, the man returned to Qianqu, and I went to Tiandongzhou alone.

He Qingqing thought to herself, if she can't hold it and can't put it down, she dares to write a farewell poem where no one will see it, which is nothing more than that.

She looked down, her eyes suddenly focused: "Fenghuaxueyue should laugh at me, her heart is in the ninth place of Xuantian—"

As soon as these two sentences came out, the previous bright moon and flowers turned into the scenery on the way forward, and a surge of pride jumped out of the stone table and went straight to the nine heavens.

He Qingqing was stunned for a moment: "Based on this sentence alone, my writing is not as good as hers."

She actually pulled out the dagger again, trying to erase the poems she wrote.

Yuan Qingshi didn't want to see her frowning, and hurriedly said: "If it's not as good as it is, it won't be ruined. No, I don't think it's not as good as it is!"