salted fish soaring

Just as Chaoyang jumped out of the mountains, Song Qianji had already woken up naturally and was busy in the field.

Sleep well, get enough sleep, and work at sunrise.

The crystal dewdrops on the tips of the vegetable leaves reflect the first ray of morning light, shining brightly.The flowers and plants in the garden swayed with the breeze, cheering him up.

For watering only, Song Qianji made his own watering ladle, watering can, watering can and so on.

Different crops tell him different messages, some need to water the root system thoroughly, some only water the leaves, and some do not need daily watering.

The potato flowers with purple petals and yellow stamens have been picked off by him, leaving only the graceful green leaves.

The bright golden cucumber flowers are still blooming freely and passionately.If you are willing to bloom a lie flower, you will bloom a lie flower; if you are willing to bear a cucumber, you will bear a cucumber. *

The lotus root planted last night did not see any significant change this morning.But Song Qian could feel that they needed more sunlight.

The well-lit locations are already full of plants.

He has intensively cultivated vegetable fields, scattered flower racks, and the most reasonable and compact space layout.

Lotus root was planted in two water tanks, but they could only be placed under his roof. He was aggrieved and unwilling.

The eaves are shaded, and the lotus roots may not be very happy.

Song Qianji originally planned to hang two lanterns under the eaves to illuminate the water tank.After thinking about it for a while, I felt that I couldn't make it.

No matter how poor you are, you can't have poor vegetable fields, and no matter how hard you are, you can't suffer from crops.

When it comes to farming, you have to plant if you have the conditions, and you have to plant if you don’t have the conditions to create the conditions!

So when Meng Heze entered, he saw Song Qianji sitting at the stone table making talisman sand and laying out talisman paper.

Meng Heze was pleasantly surprised.

After Senior Brother Song signed up for the calligraphy and painting test, the disciples from the outer sect sent him a complete set of brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, and tools for drawing symbols, but Meng Heze had never seen him practice.

Song Qianji seemed to have forgotten that he had signed up.

"Brother, are you going to practice drawing talismans?" Meng Heze asked.

Song Qianji nodded.

It was the first time for Meng Heze to see someone touch up his brush, and it was very fresh: "What talisman do you want to draw, brother?"

"Spotlight."

Meng Heze was taken aback.He didn't understand talismans, thinking that he was ignorant: "Is there such a talisman?"

Song Qianji said, "There will be."

Meng Heze asked humbly: "I don't know what the effect of this talisman is?"

Song Qianji smiled with satisfaction: "Absorb the sunlight, and then shine."

"anything else?"

"No more, only light." Song Qianji said.

Meng Heze was dumbfounded.

In the middle of the fight, a face that pissed off the opponent was aroused, and the opponent was blinded by the light?

It could be, but it wouldn't be appropriate.

Outside the gate of the Song Academy, the disciples of the outer sect were standing one after another, but no one urged them.

Meng Heze knew that everyone was waiting for him: "Today's sixth round of martial arts test, I want to change my style of play."

"Okay." Song Qianji only said one word.

Hearing this, Meng Heze let out a sigh of relief.

But seeing Song Qianji holding a pen hanging on his wrist, his breath was round and smooth, and his expression was serious but calm.

Meng Heze adjusted his breathing with him, feeling at ease, and most of his tension disappeared.

"Brother, I'm going." He saluted Song Qianji, turned and went out.

The disciples of the outer sect lifted their spirits.A group of people looked up and roared away.

The surroundings of Yuan Song fell silent.

As the sun shines through the clouds and mist in the mountains, it becomes brighter and brighter, making the talisman sand on the tip of the brush more bright red.

The wisteria flowers fluttered silently.The sun gathers on the tip of the pen, but Song Qianji still hasn't finished writing.

……

"Is there any news about that kid today?"

Shu Sheng drank too early tea and asked questions.

The dean has long been prepared for this: "I heard that I am practicing drawing symbols."

The book sage's eyes lit up: "How are you practicing?"

"I don't know yet. The whole outer gate is going to watch Meng Heze's martial arts test, but he doesn't go, and draws amulets behind closed doors at home, not moving an inch."

The book sage suddenly felt relieved, and the old man was very relieved: "Everyone is drunk and I am alone, and I can write well because I endure loneliness. Not bad."

"Do you want to see him?" asked the Abbot.

The book sage smiled: "There's no rush. Let this kid's 'calligraphy and painting test' show enough limelight, and the old man will show up again."

The hooked fish cannot escape, the cooked duck cannot fly, and the apprentice who gets it cannot be wrong.

He looked towards the direction of the back mountain and thought to himself:

"This time, you shouldn't argue with me anymore. Song Qianji is diligent in drawing symbols, maybe he doesn't know how to play chess at all, Wei Ping, let me let you."

***

The second day of the martial arts test was also the second day of the chess test.

In Fengyan Valley, the pines and cypresses are lush, and the clear spring is on the stone.

The sound of falling sons one after another is clear and pleasant, accompanied by the sound of birds and waterfalls, echoing in the valley.

Twenty innings are played simultaneously.Players are distributed between mountains and rivers, or on boulders, or by streams.

Two people play chess, with a deacon and a referee next to them.

There are also medical repairs and stretchers.

If a contestant faints due to insufficient computing power, exhaustion of blood, or collapse of consciousness, he can be sent to the hospital for treatment in time.

The chess test looks elegant and elegant, but in fact it has hidden murderous intentions.

The spectators are arranged on a platform protruding from the mountainside.This position is far enough away, and it is condescending and has a wide field of vision. With the eyesight of a monk, he can clearly see the changes of the chess games in the valley, but it cannot affect the players.

We are all young monks, how can we not bear to watch the chess without saying a word.

"Yao An's chess style is calm, and he has won three games in a row yesterday. He is indeed the strongest player in the younger generation of Ziyunguan."

"Yao An is sloppy, but I think Zhao Lin is decisive in killing and attacking, and he lives up to his reputation as the number one chess genius in Tianbei Continent."

"This year's leader is probably one of these two people. How well the others perform can only set off them."

Suddenly someone pointed in the direction:

"Not necessarily, look over there, that kid has never been defeated since he played."

"What's the origin?" Everyone was curious.

"A small sect that is about to die out is not worth mentioning. It is said that he signed up for the competition only to see the prizes of the Dengwen Conference."

Another person disdainfully said: "This kid has a bad style of chess, he stalks and fights like a rascal. If he loses to this kind of person, where will Zhao Lin and Yao An face?"

"Ha, you children of aristocratic families, you usually take advantage of the resources, and you still laugh at the small sects that are behind. If someone really makes a name for himself, you think that his posture is not good-looking because he puts the struggle for fame and fortune on his face." The person who spoke this time was dressed in ordinary clothes, with an unhappy expression on his face, "You said that his chess style is not correct, so you can beat him?"

The man's face turned red earlier, and he said angrily: "It doesn't matter if I can't beat him, will you beat me?"

Because of a contestant, a fierce quarrel broke out on the viewing platform.

The crowd was divided into two factions, almost fighting, and the Discipline Hall disciples had to maintain order.

Clouds and mist float on the top of the mountain.

There are one old and one young in the gazebo.

The old man was dressed in black, with a haggard and sickly face, sitting in a wheelchair.

The little girl standing behind him was lively and lively in a light yellow dress.

If you are not afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes, you can also overlook the valley from this position.

Yazhong couldn't see them.

"Master, look at that person, he played pretty well." The little girl laughed.

The chess ghost originally half-closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he took a look, his eyes glowed, and he cursed:

"Wei Ping himself is still half-baked, how dare he mistake someone's younger brother to teach others how to play chess! You bastard! You bastard!"

The little girl was surprised: "You said he was taught by Wei Ping?"

The chess ghost sneered: "Look carefully."

The little girl looked intently, as if she was standing in the middle of the chessboard, surrounded by endless changes of black and white pieces, she was fascinated for a moment, her cheeks flushed:

"...It's really Wei Ping."

***

In the main peak square, the draw for the sixth round of the martial arts test has just ended.

The battle list has not yet been announced, the handicap game has not yet opened, and the crowd of spectators is scattered everywhere.

A gentle and beautiful nun walked through the crowd with more than ten people, distributing beautifully drawn colored notes.

The onlookers thought it was a handicap that was distributing the coupons, they reached out to take them, and looked down:

"The same way of playing in the ring, are you already drowsy?"

"Do you find the unchanging cultivation life dull and boring?

"Ding Sanlu Wumeng Heze, I will give you a different exhibition experience!"

ha?

Although they were puzzled, they had to admit that they were all aroused by this colored paper.