salted fish soaring

"My fellow Taoist, are you looking for Song Qianji?" asked the shopkeeper of the Rouge Shop, whose pseudonym was Wang Tugen and real name was Hualiu.

The woman didn't speak, but hugged the Qin in her arms tightly, her fingertips turned white slightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!" He smiled honestly, "I also just came out of the Song Academy, and Senior Brother Song is eating noodles. I don't know which monk the fairy is, what do you want Senior Brother Song to do? I know him well, I can Help you pass the word."

The woman obviously didn't believe it, but she refused firmly in a low voice: "No need."

Shopkeeper Hua rubbed his face, thinking that this person is very guarded, not as easy to fool as Zhou Xiaoyun just now, but it's a pity that he looks poor and rustic after changing his appearance, and he deserves to strike up a conversation and be ignored.

Xiao Mi, a guy from the rice shop, should be brought in. That kid is smooth-tongued and used to please pretty female cultivators.

It is said in the "Overseas Self-cultivation Landing Anti-Fraud Manual" that the convenience of gangs committing crimes lies in this: each performs its own duties, each exhibits its strengths, if one fails, there will be another one.

He smiled and said goodbye, keeping the other person's figure and dress firmly in his mind.

He Qingqing hesitated for a long time in the face of the closed door of Song Yuan, raising and lowering his hands.

The night is getting darker and darker, the wind passes through the flower branches, and the moon rises to the west building.

She sat with her knees hugged by the bamboo fence, watching the impatiens blooming under the moonlight.The posture is the same as last time, but the state of mind is quite different.

Across the door, Meng Heze was pacing in the courtyard.

After he broke through, his five senses became stronger. He knew that someone was waiting outside, but he subconsciously refused to open the door to pay attention.

Who knows where is the person who troubled Senior Brother Song again.

"Senior Brother Song, I'm going to draw lots tomorrow." Meng Heze was a little apprehensive, "Can I do it this time?"

Song Qianji was eating noodles and didn't answer.

Tomorrow morning at [-]:[-], the draw of lots for the Dengwen Yahui martial arts test will begin.The prizes are rich, the rules are simple, and the winner will advance to the next level.

Meng Heze doesn't need an answer at this time, he just needs to confide:

"I've been waiting for this day for too long. I left my hometown to seek immortality. I thought I could enter the inner sect, but I have been studying in the outer sect. I thought that if I worked hard and practiced seriously, there would be a turning point. The same, hard work will never see the end. Until the two of us were plotted by Zhao Yuping and fell off the cliff together... I don’t know how I would live now without my senior brother. I must have done a lot of good things in my previous life, so I can meet you in this life. To Senior Brother."

Song Qianji thought to himself, why didn't I see in my last life that you, the master of evil ways, are quite sentimental.

Meng Heze continued: "I need the opportunity to enter the Wen Yahui, and I need the cultivation techniques and resources as winning prizes. Countless people like me need them, but why are those things always in the hands of others? One day I will To become a saint, he will be replaced with a new sun and moon, a new universe, so that everyone in the world can practice my skills, without giving me spirit stones, and without doing anything for me!"

There are tens of thousands of Ande Guangsha, sheltering the world with joy.

Song Qianji smiled and said: "At that time, even if you are willing to give in, you still have the sect behind you, the disciples under your seat, and the younger generations of the family to support. Will they be willing to give in?"

Meng Heze thought to himself, then I don't want sects, I don't accept disciples, and I don't have offspring. I just need to support my seniors.

"I don't know who will be drawn tomorrow...but it doesn't matter who is drawn, it's his bad luck! I want to defeat all opponents and win the final victory."

Before the big turning point in life and the countless battles, no matter how boring and unintelligent what you say, you hope that someone will sit by and listen.

Even if he doesn't do anything, he doesn't say anything.

The more Meng Heze talked, the more excited he became, until Song Qianji finished eating the noodles and put down his chopsticks.

The sound of chopsticks touching the edge of the bowl is like a talisman.

He stopped suddenly, then skillfully cleaned up the dishes, handed Song Qianji a towel and made tea.

Song Qianji stood up, walked into the vegetable field, and bent slightly.

"Senior Brother Song, I'm sorry, I talk too much." Meng Heze blushed, "...I'm out of my mind tonight, please ignore me, I'm leaving."

"and many more."

Song Qianji picked two potato flowers and handed one to Meng Heze.

Just off the branches, there are still small purple flowers with crystal night dew.The petals are very thin, trembling in the wind.

Meng Heze took it, a little at a loss, should the potato flakes be stir-fried or cold?One flower is not enough.

"Brother, do you want an extra meal?"

Song Qianji was at a loss for words.I didn't have a son in my previous life, let alone relatives and friends. What do other people's blessings say?

All he said in the end was: "Every battle must be won, and everything will go well."

Meng Heze was stunned, his eyes lit up instantly.

Song Qianji pushed the door and went out.

He Qingqing jumped up in fright when he heard the movement: "Song Daoyou! Me, am I disturbing you here?"

Song Qianji responded, thinking that you would not bother me at all, at most my carob seedlings.

He Qingqing lowered her head and stumbled: "I have already practiced the piano music you taught me. Deng Wenya will have a piano test, you, can you come and listen to me play the piano?"

She sat in front of the Song Yuan gate for a long time, just to muster up the courage to ask this question.

"Go when you are free."

Song Qianji thought, if the work in the field is done, it's okay to go and listen.

After all, it was his first time writing a song.

The girl suddenly became excited: "Okay! I will definitely..." She wanted to say that I would definitely win the first prize, but felt that it would be inappropriate to say too much, so she looked frivolous and proud, so she just said, "I must play very well!"

Song Qianji handed her another potato flower.

"This is?" He Qingqing was stunned.

"Give it to you."

"give me?!"

No one ever sent her flowers.Although it looks very thin and inconspicuous, like wild flowers in the field.

"Well, I wish you success." Song Qianji said, "Go back."

With the two of them gone, he can lean back on the recliner and enjoy the leisure time at night.

He Qingqing carefully held potato flowers and walked on the dark mountain road.

Many years later, people rushed to send her flowers, and she had almost all the rare things in the world.

But no one knows what flower she likes best.

****

In the middle of the night, there is a single lamp on the table, as faint as a bean.

Eleven people sat around the round table with slumped faces and a dignified atmosphere.

Suddenly a young man entered the door, and everyone immediately got up and surrounded him expectantly:

"Xiao Mi, you are back! Have you seen the real face of that nun? What does it look like?"

"How is it? What words did you get out of that nun's mouth?"

"Why did Song Qianji give her the piano? What's their relationship?"

The rice store clerk named Xiaomi sat down and hammered the table vigorously: "Don't mention it, I didn't see anything!"

"How could this be?!" Shopkeeper Hua, who was pretending to be "Wang Tugen" during the day, was shocked, "And female cultivators don't like rich and beautiful boys?"

"That's right, I'm so young and handsome, well-dressed, and courteous, yet she ignores me and scolds me? Tell me to get out of here, or she'll sue the hospital supervisor." Xiao Mi was very aggrieved, "This job is really useless. Don't do it! This is not a human job, there are no normal people around Song Qianji!"

Xiao Chai, the pawn shop guy, rolled his eyes and muttered: "It's not worth it, if I knew it, I might as well go."

"But she must have a lot to do with Song Qianji. So our next trick is to change it temporarily and turn it into a beauty trap." The pawnshop shopkeeper suggested, "Don't be cold and dusty like Miaoyan, but be cute and pitiful little white flower."

Shopkeeper Hualiu opened the "Handbook of How to Teach You to Swindle with Love", no, please read carefully the beauty tricks in "Handbook for Overseas Monks Going Ashore to Prevent Scams":

It's too low-level to throw yourself into your arms, and you can't do it like this.

When a beauty is in trouble and hopes to be rescued, it is ingenious to play hard to catch.

Everyone brainstormed and expressed their opinions. After midnight, they finally made a plan.

"The first step is to lure the snake out of the hole, the second step is to play hard to catch, and the third step is to make a promise with your body. Do you have any questions?" asked the shopkeeper of Rouge Shop.

The shopkeeper of the pawnshop asked, "The question is, who will play the troubled little white flower?"

Shopkeeper Hua was furious: "Don't you all look at me, why is it me again? Can't you really find a girl?"

"I'm a woman, do you think I'm good?" The blacksmith at the blacksmith shop patted his strong arm.

Everyone shook their heads quickly:

"That Song Qianji has thin arms and legs, and you haven't wrung them off yet!"

"Old Hua, your disguise technique is the best, so let's go again, we will give you performance props and provide support at any time."

"Yeah, the first time is raw and the second time is familiar, this time is not bad!"

Shopkeeper Hua gritted his teeth and said with a pun, "I'll go."

After nightfall, Feiyun Tower is brightly lit.

The dean presented a thin piece of paper: "This is their progress today. Shopkeeper Hua was kicked out of the Song Academy before he was able to succeed in his studies. Their next plan is to prepare a beauty trap."

The book sage read it enthusiastically, slapped the table and laughed.

The dean probed softly: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Did you find out?" The scholar said with a smile, "No matter who the old man chooses to be his apprentice, they will recognize him. After the old man is gone, they will try their best to help him. But ten is not enough, only the heirs they really trust , will risk his life, and make it to twelve points... This year, Wei Ping has been cheating and abducting everywhere, and has taken a lot of good things from them, but Wei Ping is really likable. Not to mention, I already have some preference in my heart."

The dean suddenly said: "If Song Qianji can survive, then it will be considered that he has really subdued these people."

The book sage nodded.These people have their own specialties and different tempers.Normally, black shops are spread across four continents, serving as a news network, and when something happens, these people get together to form a protection network.

He couldn't accompany his apprentice to grow into a strong one, so he always had to leave a few behind for his apprentice.

The book sage sighed: "I haven't asked about Qingya Academy for a long time."

The dean immediately bowed down and said solemnly: "The academy will always be your academy!"

The book sage helped him up and laughed loudly: "It has nothing to do with you."

The larger the scale of any organization, the more difficult it is to control, and there will be many factions that no longer work together.His control over the academy is no longer as good as when he was young.Everyone in the academy fears his strength and regards him as a spiritual belief, but they may not be willing to go through fire and water for his chosen heir.

The book sage opened the window, looked through the stars in the sky, and looked at the back mountain of Huawei Sect through the heavy night fog:

"In this matter, I'm finally one step ahead of that old ghost!"

The night wind was getting colder, and Song Qianji on the recliner suddenly had an itchy nose and couldn't help but sneezed.