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There is a saying, "All encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence".

Many seemingly coincidental things are destined.

The six sages of Qingya watched for many days, and wanted to pick Song Qianji when he was alone. Unfortunately, Song Qianji lived in seclusion and lived a monotonous life. He guarded a small yard and buried himself in farming.

Finally, it was Meng Heze's martial arts test tonight, and the outer disciples were all watching the battle in the square.

Song Qianji had no one to protect him, yet he dared to go to the deserted Yaoguang Lake.

In some people's eyes, it was because he met a troubled female cultivator with a low cultivation level and a weak heart.

After a door-to-door hero saves the beauty, he is dazzled by the beauty, and just wants to find a good place where he will not be disturbed.

On the other hand, Song Qianji had to pick a quiet and secluded place so that he could press and ask "Wang Tugen and Bai Lianlian" what the hell they were doing.

They must have collided.

Shopkeeper Hua didn't know what evil he had done in his previous life, but in this life he encountered such a strange thing as Song Qianji.

When he thought of the bag of mud that the other party had packed with his own hands, he felt numb all over, chest tightness and nausea.

These people don't know what evil they did in their previous life, and they are going to besiege Song Qianji in this life.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, not to mention a group of Foundation Establishment monks appearing in the mountains, even if only a small monster appears, these two people will hug each other and tremble, right?

But when that "weak female nun" rolled up her sleeves, smiled out her eight snow-white front teeth, slapped her storage bag, and held up a cold-gold big ring knife weighing three hundred catties——

They realize that something might not be quite right.

"She hides her cultivation! She is not at the early stage of Qi refining!"

"This knife is a powerful magic weapon, be careful!"

These people not only wore robes that concealed their appearance, but their voices were also specially modified.Everyone is equally hoarse and ugly, and there is no way to tell them apart.

Shopkeeper Hua held back her grievances for a whole day, and her whole body erupted with aura, rushing into the enemy's formation, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, slashing and slashing, unstoppable!

The big knife pierced the night, and the cold light flickered, and the energy surged.

The five golden rings on the blade vibrated and hummed together, like an evil spirit chanting a mantra.

Blood splashed and sprinkled on the white skirt, he didn't realize it.

The wind of the knife whistled, the sand flew and the rocks flew, and the fallen trees rustled.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the besiegers quickly adjusted their formation, trying to bypass the nun and her sword.

The target was Song Qianji. They had already injured five people, and they didn't even touch a piece of Song Qianji's clothes.

A long chain shining with silver light hit the back heart of the female nun in a white skirt at a sinister angle.

But she seemed to have expected it long ago, and without looking back, she slashed backhand.

The blade cut across the fallen leaves in the air, and the violent aura leaked out, causing the leaves to burn.

Before it hit the ground, the broken leaves burned out.The scarlet fire was annihilated and turned into a little bit of fly ash.

The "Sleepy Immortal Lock" was cut off with a single knife, and fell to the ground powerlessly, and the silver light disappeared.

The last hope of the besiegers, like the fallen leaves all over the sky, was cut in half and wiped out.

No one can figure it out, this female cultivator is weak in stature, and the knife is half a head taller than her, how can she make it so round and round?

What kind of kung fu did she practice, the sword path is so open and closed, fierce and domineering, the more she fights, the more courageous she becomes!

Who is besieging whom now?

It turned out that she was alone, besieging a group of us?

Song Qianji yawned.

Although "Wang Tugen" swept away thousands of troops, like a goddess scattering flowers.But he was thinking about planting lotus root, and he was not interested in watching it.

"The news is wrong, I have encountered a stubble!"

"The wind is blowing, retreat first!"

The original plan was to cover the sack quietly and hit the sap, so it would be impossible to use a large-scale killer such as a blasting talisman.

Don't even dare to disturb the mountain protection formation, otherwise no one will be able to end it.

I had no choice but to retreat temporarily and send a message to the messenger behind the scenes——

"Song Qianji is surrounded by strong people to protect him. He doesn't know where he came from, his roots, and his cultivation! We are under siege!"

Shopkeeper Hua didn't want to finish, he chased two steps away with a knife, and shouted: "Don't hurry, everyone!"

At this time, his voice was shrill and soft, and it fell on everyone's ears, but it was like the king of Hades urging his life.

Everyone made a decisive decision, cast the technique of earth escape, plunged into the soil layer, and fled the mountain forest quickly.

"It's not interesting, I really don't want to be scared."

Shopkeeper Hua took out a piece of fine silk and polished the blade until it was shiny and shiny.

After cleaning his hands, he took out another handkerchief and wiped the crevices of his fingers carefully.

Song Qianji turned around and went down the mountain.For the time being, he believed that the other party had no malicious intentions.

"Hey, what are you doing so fast, are you in a hurry?" Shopkeeper Hua followed and said with a smile:

"We have fought side by side anyway..."

Although he fought unilaterally.

After a hearty fight, he finally got rid of the grievances of the whole day, and he reached out to put Song Qianji on the shoulder.

Song Qianji staggered that hand and shook the storage bag full of mud: "Friend Wang Dao, I still have something to do."

"Boy, my surname is not Wang, but my surname is Hua." Shopkeeper Hua jumped two steps away and said vigilantly, "You didn't take this mud for the sake of splashing me, did you?"

Song Qianji shook his head and said seriously: "These silt is fertile, soft and rotten, and rich in decay. It is the most suitable for growing lotus root and should not be wasted at will."

Shopkeeper Hua was taken aback.

What's the meaning?I'm not worthy of being splashed with mud?

I'm not even worth a bag of mud?

He was about to have a seizure when he suddenly heard Song Qianji ask:

"Do you also know the 'Concealment Technique'?"

When Song Qianji found out the identity of this person, a figure flashed in his mind, with clear clothes and blurry face.

Walking out of the black shop that night, on Huaweizong Old Street, he passed by a drunken gangster.

He remembered the person's attire, but he couldn't remember the face anyway.

Because it was a monk who practiced concealment technique. When he practiced his skills, he could cover up his true face, confuse others, and make others forget his face after seeing him.

Shopkeeper Hua proudly said: "Of course, not only know, but also proficient in it!"

This question reminded him of Wei Ping.

He once taught Wei Ping the concealment technique for three days because he lost a bet.Although that kid is a scoundrel, he is very talented and can learn everything quickly. It is estimated that he has already mastered everything by now.

Shopkeeper Hua rolled his eyes: "If you want to learn this, please ask me a few words, and I can consider teaching you."

I don't know Song Qianji or Wei Ping, who has the better talent and who can learn the exercises faster.

"I don't want to learn." Song Qianji said.

"..." Shopkeeper Hua choked, "You don't overwhelm yourself with many arts. With such a supernatural skill, no matter how many people want to learn it, there is no way. Don't you really think about it?"

"I am very busy."

"What are you busy with? You are busy farming all day long?" Shopkeeper Hua hated that iron could not be made into steel, and couldn't help itching.

But he couldn't hit Song Qianji, he could only grab his own hair.

This kid is frail and broke with a knife, how can he explain to Shu Sheng and his old man?

Shopkeeper Hua decided to change the route of intimidation: "You just saw that you offended someone, and they dare to seek revenge on you in Huaweizong. You don't have much ability to save your life, don't you feel panic?"

"They're even more panicked now," Song Qianji said.

Shopkeeper Hua scratched his head and thought for a while: "That's right."

No matter who instigated those people, if they were beaten up by me tonight, they would be so scared that they would not be able to sleep, for fear of dreaming of "weak nun" wielding a big knife and slashing people.

He looked down at his blood-stained white skirt and embroidered shoes. There was no way, this world was so terrifying.

Walking to the lake, Song Qianji suddenly stopped: "Your accomplice is coming."

More than ten breaths approached quickly.

Some of them played him with "Bai Lian" during the day, so he could recognize them naturally.

Shopkeeper Hua has a bad heart.

Just now, he thought that Song Qianji was about to plot something wrong, so he secretly sent a message to all the shopkeepers.

"Here, they..." Shopkeeper Hua was about to explain, but saw that Song Qianji had already changed his path and continued walking without looking back.

Sure enough, in a hurry.

By the Yaoguang Lake, everyone in the black shop arrived in a blink of an eye, seeing the shopkeeper Hua covered in blood, they couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Shopkeeper Hua sighed, and after a brief explanation, his eyes revealed the vicissitudes of life:

"Song Qianji is not what we originally thought. We all misunderstood."

"It is indeed a misunderstanding. The identity of the nun holding the piano has also been found out. It is actually very easy to find out. It is because we have been dark under the lights." The rice shop guy said in a low voice.

Shopkeeper Hua was shocked: "Who is she?"

Xiao Mi, a worker at the rice shop, threw out a portrait and circulated it among the crowd: "Look at it."

The portrait unfolded, and the sound of breathing out sounded one after another.

Last time "Wang Tugen" had a bad start, so he was assigned a task. When the nun holding the piano left the Song Academy, he stopped her on the road, struck up a conversation with her, and tried to trick her into talking, but he got frustrated.

"Her name is He Qingqing, and she was once taken to the gate of the Song Academy to scare Song Qianji. Because her appearance was completely ruined, someone in the academy nicknamed her 'Black-faced Ghost'. She is a poor person with a bad life... ..."

"Hey, who would have thought that Song Qianji would buy a piano as a sword in the middle of the night, and even put on a Qi-nourishing talisman. After going through such a lot of trouble, it was not to please the beauty, but to give it to her! This year's piano test, you should be able to hear her. play the piano."

Everyone was speechless.

After a long silence, shopkeeper Hua, who was disguised as a woman, pulled out the beaded hairpin from her temples and slammed it to the ground:

"What the hell is going on? His vision is beyond beauty and ugliness, and his mind can accommodate the world? What about us? What are we?"

"It's the heart of a villain, let's save the belly of a gentleman." The pawnbroker Xiao Chai was very aggrieved, "In this world, there are still real gentlemen, and we ran into them. How can a real gentleman write a 'charm of profiteering' to curse people?"

"Whoever suggested the beauty trap first, his brain was in the ink pool!" The pawnshop shopkeeper blamed it.

The shopkeeper of the rice shop immediately pushed the blame: "This is not my fault, it's all Wei Ping's fault! This year, I have always dealt with that scoundrel Wei Ping, which has lowered my self-cultivation and realm!"

"That's right, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, Wei Ping is the ink pond. I won't see him in the future, and I will be more illuminated by Song Qianji's sacred brilliance, and my moral level will go up."

After the resumption, everyone unanimously decided that this account should be settled on Wei Ping's head.

"Then let's... continue to try?" The blacksmith at the blacksmith shop hesitated.

Shopkeeper Hua has already pulled out all the pearls and hairpins, and tore her bun like a chicken coop:

"Which one of you still wants to go, do it yourself, I won't try anyway! Can't I be convinced?"

The crowd joined in.

Adjust your mentality, unify your rhetoric, and prepare to return to the Book Saint.

"Are you in a hurry too?" Shopkeeper Hua broke down, "Let me change back to men's clothes first!"