salted fish soaring

Song Qianji returned to his small courtyard, first took out the lotus leaves in the storage bag, and put them together with the root mud into the water tank under the eaves.

There was not enough silt, so he decided to go to Yaoguang Lake by himself next time without Meng Heze, and leave in the middle of the night to avoid crowds.The lotus root seeds he soaked hadn't germinated yet, so there was no rush for this matter.

Taking advantage of the bright moonlight, he walked carefully among the vegetable fields, knelt down and touched the soil from time to time, feeling the vitality of the crops, so as to know which plants needed watering, which plants needed to be turned over, and which plants needed to be kept warm.

Meng Heze went to the kitchen to cook a small bowl of noodles in sour soup, and gave it to Brother Song as a supper.

You can go without working for a day, but you can't go without cooking for a day.The refreshing and appetizing sour soup with green shallots and diced radish was hot and steaming at night. When it was served on the table, Song Qianji was sawing bamboo boards.

"Brother, what is this for?"

"Reinforce the flower stand to resist wind and rain."

Meng Heze looked up.

Bright moon and stars, a night of sunshine.

"Will it rain tonight?"

"It will always come down."

Meng Heze thought it was reasonable to plan for a rainy day.

After Song Qianji finished eating the noodles, he wrapped the loose parts of each fence with hemp rope and bamboo boards.

Meng Heze said happily: "I just discovered today that the flower stand looks the best if it is set up at random heights like this. If it is generally neat, it will be less attractive."

Song Qianji said: "It's not for looking good. If it's too high, the flowers won't fill the frame; if it's too low, the frame won't have enough flowers. Every flower has its most suitable height, let it grow."

Meng Heze patted his head and followed Song Qian's fuselage to help.But although Song Qianji's movements were neither fast nor slow, they had a special rhythm, as if they were integrated with the moonlight, the night wind, and the flowers and vegetables in the garden.

As an outsider, if he can't fit into this rhythm, he can't get involved.Facing a small fence, it was like facing a difficult battle.

Fortunately, Meng Heze had extraordinary understanding, so he subconsciously began to observe.

Observe every movement of Song Qianji, even every breath.I can experience the indescribable precision and smoothness, and feel that the rare treasures in my arms are no longer important.

He thought, after returning from Yaoguang Lake, to be precise, after hearing about Dayanzong Lingquan, Senior Brother Song seemed to be a little different.

After Song Qianji finished the rough work in the field, he took the wet cloth towel that Meng Heze had set up to wipe his hands.

He leaned on the reclining chair, looked at the lush greenery under the moonlight, listened to the insects chirping in the grass under the wall, and sighed contentedly.

Then he maintains this posture, this breathing, and there is no change.

"Brother, do you drink tea?" Meng Heze asked.

"Don't drink."

"What is senior brother doing now?"

"Waiting."

"Wait for who?"

"Wait for the spring rain." Song Qianji leaned on the recliner, with a smile in his eyes, as if waiting for an old friend, "If you have nothing to do, wait with me."

Meng Heze thought to himself that he was about to break through, and the meridians all over his body were full of water like a river, and it was useless to practice his kung fu again, all he could do was wait.

Why is Senior Brother Song waiting?

When it should rain, it will fall, and when the sky doesn't want to rain, the kowtow dance master will not rain.Who is sitting and waiting?

If it wasn't Song Qianji who did this, he would only think that the other party was mentally ill.

But now he lifted the hem of his clothes and sat cross-legged beside the man's lounge chair, feeling the rhythm of the other's breathing.

The deeper the night, the stronger the wind. It blew past the high ponytail tied behind his head, and the hair brushed against his cheeks felt a little itchy.

He heard Song Qianji say: "When any monk breaks through, he has the opportunity to talk to the world. It is also possible to build a foundation during the Qi refining period, but the time is too short, only one in a million."

Unknowingly, Meng Heze was drawn by the breathing rhythm of the people around him, fell into a trance, and forgot where he was.

He felt the blood flow in his body slow down.The aura flows between the meridians, like a swollen river, which makes the meridians a little painful.

He went to Zifu with spiritual consciousness, surrounded by hundreds of rivers, but felt breathless.

As if trapped in a windowless room, dull and unbearable.

what do you want?Suddenly a voice asked.

It was so stuffy, I gasped and called out loudly.

I want a rain!It's a torrential downpour!

Strong winds swept the land, and thick clouds gathered in the night sky, blocking the moonlight.

The flowers and leaves fluttered in the small courtyard, the fence trembled and creaked, but did not fall down.

A flash of lightning flashed, and Meng Heze felt someone beside him gently push him on the shoulder:

"Go."

In an instant, the surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth whizzed over, almost forming an invisible vortex, pouring towards the top of his head, washing and widening every meridian, cutting mountains and rocks all the way, rushing turbulently, and finally merged into the Zifu.

boom!

Thunder exploded in the sky!

Meng Heze suddenly opened his eyes.

He touched the cold water droplets on his cheek, a little dazed.

Return to the world.

What fell?I saw thousands of silver threads falling from the sky, flying with the wind, covering the flowers and plants all over the ground, covering the small courtyard, covering the world.

What makes a sound?Countless drops of water danced among the flowers and leaves, which was a dense and crisp patter sound, hitting the bricks and tiles of the courtyard wall, which was another dull echo.

He suddenly didn't recognize the scene in front of him.

"It's raining." A familiar voice sounded above his head.

rain?Yes, it's raining!

Meng Heze jumped up screaming, like a newborn baby seeing and feeling wind and rain for the first time, he opened his hand to catch the rain curtain and shouted:

"Senior Brother Song, it's really raining!"

He actually forgot that he had already broken through.

"Well. Let's go back." Song Qianji stood up, feeling very good.

Rain is life outside the sky.This spring rain fell, and thousands of creatures lived because of it.Not only did Meng Heze break through, but he also opened up the key points of his whole body, and the idea of ​​creating his own exercises has been straightened out.

What is this set of exercises called?Just call it "happy rain on a spring night".

The big river goes east, and it rains all night.

At dawn, Song Qianji walked out of the hut, his eyes slightly squinted by the clear sunlight.

As the sun breaks through the clouds, wisteria petals are scattered all over the ground, but new flowers bloom.The whole garden is open.

The vegetables were stained with crystal water, and Song Qianji happily walked through the vegetable fields.

The eggplant bloomed shyly, and he pushed aside the leaves, only to see the purple flower shyly hiding, letting the morning wind blow, it just bowed its head.

Cucumber flowers are blooming lively, bright and bright yellow, regardless of whether there are small cucumbers under the flowers, they all hold their heads high and show off their might.There is a layer of fine and dense fluff growing on the flower stalk, which feels a little itchy to the touch, like a hairy beast acting like a baby in the palm of the hand.

In the afternoon, Meng Heze came to the cold salad, it must be a good dish.

Song Qianji walked out of the vegetable field and pushed open the rich gate of the small courtyard.

The carob flowers outside the door are the most beautiful. From the center of the flower to the edge of the petals, the blue-purple color changes from thick to light, like little butterflies.

Song Qianji was afraid of startling them, so he gently reached out and touched them.

Just at this moment, the bells and drums rang together.

Outside the courtyard wall, among the mountains, there was a very solemn sound of Taoist music.

The entire Huawei Sect's celestial voice fluttered and could be heard everywhere.

The outer disciples rushed out one after another, looking up at the sky in shock.The open space outside the dormitory was full of people.

The morning glow is all over the sky, the auspicious colors are auspicious, and there seems to be a towering tall building passing by in the clouds, casting only a vast shadow.

Song Qianji's heart twitched slightly, the book sage has arrived?

"Senior Brother Song!"

Meng Heze didn't leave last night, and had been standing at the gate of the courtyard in the rain. Seeing Song Qianji go out at this time, he hurried forward to meet him.

The cultivator who established the foundation can resist wind, rain, cold and heat by consuming a little spiritual energy, but he just wanted to get drenched last night.

The disciples looked up at Yunxia outside the courtyard, but whoever looked over first shouted in surprise, "Brother Meng has made a breakthrough."

The crowd rushed forward in an instant, and a few words drowned Meng Heze at the gate of Song Yuan.

"Congratulations, Brother Meng!"

"Our outer sect actually produced a foundation cultivator!"

The night when Meng Heze established the foundation.There is no spirit-rejuvenating elixir to assist with the spirit-gathering formation, no senior teacher to protect the formation, and not even a qi-nourishing talisman.

I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Moreover, he didn't break through reluctantly, but instead laid a very solid foundation.Every meridian is like a tree root that has been full of rainwater, no less than a direct disciple of Huawei Sect.

He knew that it was Song Qianji who helped him last night, but he didn't know how the other party could do it.

News of Meng Heze's breakthrough spread quickly, like a spring breeze blowing wildfire, burning through the entire outer gate.

In the past, apart from the envy and blessings of everyone, there would always be secret envy and jealousy.

However, recently the relationship between the outer sect and the inner sect has become increasingly ossified, from exploitation to mutual hostility.In order to beat the disciples of the outer sect, the new tasks assigned by the deacon hall became more and more onerous and demanding. They even went on two collective strikes.

The deacon hall tried divide and conquer, bought Zhou Xiaoyun and others, and promised cultivation resources.But the disciples saw the benefits of unity before, and no one wants to accept this.

It's a pity that their cultivation base is weak, and most of them are in the early stage of Qi refining, and their momentum is always overwhelmed.

Meng Heze made a breakthrough at this moment, like a sea-fixing magic needle, which surprised everyone and warmed their hearts.

"As long as you practice hard, even if you lack the supply of inner sect resources, you can still break through foundation building."

"I don't have the good understanding and talent of senior brother Meng, so it's okay to go to the Great Consummation of Qi Refining."

Surrounded by praises and blessings, Meng Heze was still in a daze: "I can be here today thanks to Brother Song's advice. Song..."

Looking up again, Song Qianji had already closed the door and went back to plow the ground.

****

Sunrise clouds.

Feiyun Tower fell from the clouds.The building is twelve stories high, like a mountain, but it lands lightly and steadily in front of the largest guest hall of Huawei Sect.

Huaweizong has long been prepared.The head of the sect, Xu Yun, led all the peak masters and elders, and stood in the square in front of the hall to wait.

On the roof of the main hall, every piece of glazed tiles has been cleaned with a formula, so that they can reflect the golden light against the rising sun.

In the sea of ​​clouds formation, every five-color carp was fed last night, making them jump lively among the sea of ​​clouds.

As soon as the building fell to the ground, the solemn ceremony and music sounded.Resounding through Huawei, the mountains resonate.

"When I was young, I loved being lively, but now that I'm old, I just feel a little noisy."

The book sage sat on the highest floor of the building, sighing softly.

On the table in front of him, there is no incense plate, no scroll, but only a qi nourishing talisman.Except for Dean Qingya, there are no many strong men in the academy to wait on him.

There were only a dozen oddly dressed people.

These people include men and women, of different heights, fat and thin, some men wear red and green, and their heads are full of jewels, and some women have thick backs with broad shoulders and broad backs.They are incompatible with the solemn Feiyun Building, as if they have just finished their business in the market and closed the shop, and they rushed to the Shusheng to serve them.

There are six black shops, each with a shopkeeper and a buddy.

The dean listened to the passionate music outside the building: "You don't like it, disciples go down and send them away!"

"How can you be a guest at someone's house without seeing the host?" The scholar shook his head, "The etiquette must always be complete."

The dean bowed his head and replied: "Yes."

The book sage nodded in satisfaction, pushed open the window at hand, poked his head out, and shouted: "Good morning, everyone!"

Everyone in front of the hall suddenly heard a sentence descending from the sky, like listening to the sound of a fairy, they were shocked.

The sound of ritual and music stopped instantly.Everyone condensed their spirits, pricked up their ears and prepared to listen to the teachings of the mighty, hoping to realize the true meaning and benefit a lot.But the second sentence was delayed, so they all had to look at the head master Xu Yun.

The scholar turned his head and muttered to the dean, "Why are they ignoring me?"

Master Xu Yun was also quite at a loss, he raised his neck and looked at the tall building: "You are well—"

The book sage smiled and waved: "Okay. I won't bother you, see you next time."

After he finished speaking, he closed the window with a bang.

All the monks downstairs looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering if there was any deep meaning in these two sentences?Which auspicious day is the next one, and what is the point?

Director Zhao Yuping bit the bullet and asked for instructions: "Chapter 1 of Rites and Music has not yet been played, the flowers have not been scattered, the colored silk has not been displayed, and there are six arrangements behind, now..."

Is it over now?Seeing that the master's expression was not good, he didn't finish.

Xu Yun was silent, his gaze was withdrawn from Feiyun Tower, he glanced at the direction of the back mountain, and finally sighed: "Let's go."

The dean smiled and said, "You still have a way."

The pawnbroker Xiao Kai was at a loss.

Does that count as courtesy?Is this reasonable or unreasonable?

But he had to admit that this method is very simple.

If only things could be this simple.

Shusheng: "Go on."

The atmosphere returned to relaxation, and the shopkeeper of the pawnshop took two steps forward:

"Our people searched the entire Huawei City secretly, but they didn't find the habit of using the brush, and the meaning of the brush is exactly the same."

He couldn't figure it out.That person is proficient in writing talismans and should practice frequently, but there are no talismans of his in circulation on the market.Obviously very poor, why don't you want to write talismans in exchange for spirit stones?Don't you want to cultivate resources?

If you want to look for it openly, you can find it easily with a portrait.But the meaning of reading the book is that the old man doesn't want others to know it for the time being, and he doesn't even want the person who is looking for to know it himself.

"Didn't he just buy a violin?" said the man in red and green. "You can always find the violins you sell, right? How difficult is it to follow the vine?"

The shopkeeper Xiao Chai said: "Master Hua, of course I recognize my Chai's piano. But now there are tens of thousands of Lvyi Terraces in Huawei City. Because of the Dengwen Conference, many music masters came here just to ask Fairy Miaoyan's piano skills. Here, looking for a needle in a haystack!"

Tall, Huggy Woman says:

"Didn't he come to buy a piano as a sword? Show me the sword!"

The shopkeeper said:

"I took a rough look at the sword, and it is indeed a low-level broken sword. Blacksmith Zhang, I know that you can decompose the material of the sword body and traces of use, and speculate on the origin of the sword user, but the sword is no longer there."

"Not anymore?"

The shopkeeper sighed: "Wei Ping bought it."

Everyone was stunned.

The Mipu boy couldn't help shouting:

"It's Weiping again, why is he everywhere!"

The book sage laughed.

The others couldn't laugh.Could it be that the young Talisman Master couldn't find it?

They all thought at the same time, how disappointed they would be if the book sage came from afar and came to nothing.After all, Shu Sheng is no longer young.

"Don't worry. I thought about it carefully. When the young man entered the store, he had a red paper crane pinned to his front. There is no physical evidence, so I can only rely on my memory. If I remember wrongly, I found the wrong person..."

The book sage waved his hand and said, "It's okay, let's talk."

"The paper crane is a talisman. Back then, head Xuyun asked a talisman master from our academy to make a special batch, but only his only daughter Chen Hongzhu used it. It can be tracked and sent. Chen Hongzhu has been pampered since childhood. Willful, often getting into trouble, Xu Yun was afraid that she would be in danger and he would not be able to rescue her, so he let her take it with him."

The shopkeeper looked at everyone's surprised expressions, and felt a little complacent: "Chen Hongzhu only gave this talisman to one person!"

"How dare you pretend to be a sage in front of a sage!" The butcher's shopkeeper, who was full of flesh, scolded with a smile.

"Don't dare! What Chen Hongzhu sent was an outer disciple named Song Qianji. I once heard gossip from a disciple of the Huawei Sect who was patrolling the mountains, saying that he was good-looking, and Miss Chen gave him the talisman. There is no hindrance to entering and exiting! But Song Qianji is not a talisman master, and no one has ever seen him write talismans. So I can't be sure."

"This Song Qianji is a famous person." The dean smiled, "If it is really him, it would be easy! Last night, this man picked Feng Ziyi's temple flowers at Yaoguang Lake. The beast is a rare fire white tiger, he is very courageous."

The rouge shopkeeper said strangely:

"He bought the piano as a sword to give to female cultivators, but Chen Hongzhu never played the piano, let alone Feng Ziyi! Who did he give it to?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it's another female cultivator who plays the piano!" The book sage suddenly said, raised the profiteer charm on the table, and swung it with a clatter:

"You bastard. Wasting talent, wasting time, not practicing at home in the prime of life, not writing talismans to practice calligraphy, and knowing how to flirt with women and gossip all day long!"

But the tone didn't look like he was really angry, like he was scolding his own juniors.The dean thought to himself, this is really rare, there are so many disciples in the academy queuing up to hear him swear, but none of them can listen.

Xiao Chai thought to himself, when you scold him, you may feel that he is like you when you were young.

The little guy actually doesn't understand what "passionate" is.

In the past, the dean heard the dean laughing at those who worked hard to find opportunities:

"They actually think that writing a few sour poems, drawing some pictures of beauties, and showing courteousness to the nuns are sentimental? Pretending to be a show, painting a tiger is not a kind of anti-dog, and I'm afraid it will make the master dislike it."

He also asked the book sage, and the sage said:

"Passionateness is not going on and on, half-hearted. You have to have enough full and abundant feelings for this world, overflowing, flowing on the tip of the pen, and pouring on the paper, to become words with flesh and blood. As long as you have flesh and blood, you don't need a pen to be flawless. It is not necessary to force every word.

"How much love do you have in your heart? Whether it's true or not, you can fool others with words, but you can't fool yourself with pen and paper!"

Dean said:

"It seems you are very pleased with him."

The book sage shook his head: "It's too early. I've been watching Weiping for a year, so I can't just watch him for three days. I still want to try him."

"Do you want to see his calligraphy and painting performance?"

"No, this talisman has already been seen. I want to see something that can't be seen on paper. What I gave him is his. If he tries to grab it, it means he doesn't have the fate!"

Then the book sage said something.It's a temptation, a trick, and a series of tricks.

After listening to him, everyone couldn't help showing bitterness.Any monk who climbs the fairy road can't refuse this temptation, right?That man was just a boy, not a saint.

Thinking about it again, in order to pave the way for their own descendants, the major families have frequently used tricks to set up bureaus and act in plays. Are there few of them in recent years?

Sincerity is not afraid of fire, Song Qianji is scrap iron or gold, you can tell with a test.

Xiao Chai nodded, thinking that you really deserve to be a seasoned fisherman by the Mochi!

Although there are no fish in the pond at all, you are an old fishing rod!

The book saint knew what they were thinking, and said with a smile: "I have seen too many people pretending to be noble people. It is inevitable to be more cautious. Go. The tailor shop prepares props. Boss of the rouge shop, you are ready to do your job .Others are ready to assist!"

"Yes!"

After the Shusheng gave his orders, he stood up and paced.He opened the window and looked at the mountain view.

The Huawei Sect is full of people everywhere, and the spring is full of beauty, but the back mountain is as quiet as before.

"Is that ghost coming?" the book sage asked.

"I heard that the Ziyun Temple people who arrived last night in the back mountain were silent. Except for us and the head of the Huawei Sect, no one knows about it." The dean replied.

The book sage snorted lightly.

"He chased after him, but he wanted to pick up ready-made ones! Shameless!"

No one spoke in the building, and everyone had complicated expressions.

"I found this person first, and if he dares to snatch it from me again..." The book sage recalled what happened last year about Wei Ping, and said coldly, "This old man is going to pour the entire ink pool on his chessboard."