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After Song Qianji was reborn, it was the first time he heard this name from someone else.

The rustling sound of wind and rain in my ears turned into a qin melody.The woman playing the piano in memory suddenly raised her eyes and smiled.

Song Qianji wanted to go to the end of the mainland to save Qing Tianshu with the Immortal Spring. The night before his departure, Miao Yan said that he wanted to see his sword.

He didn't want to spoil the interest of his quasi-daoist companion, so he slowly drew his sword out of its sheath: "Be careful of hurting you."

The moon shines on the window, the long sword reflects the moon, a stream of autumn water fills the hall with cold light.

Miao Yan took it with both hands, holding it carefully, her lips dimpled slightly: "Gu Guang, it's really extraordinary... ah!"

The cold sword energy overflowed, piercing the delicate fingertips, and the dark red blood splashed on the white jade bricks, blooming like red plums in the snow.

The shrill sword cry sounded at the same time.

The foreground is distorted.

The prairie fire is burning, the smoke is soaring into the sky, and the vultures are circling.

A figure with a sword pointed at the ground walked out of the killing field.He was covered in blood and had big sleeves.

Miao Yan tried her best to see the person's face clearly, but the bloody wind and rain hit the sky, hurt her delicate cheeks, and made her unable to open her eyes.

"Be careful." It was Song Qianji's voice.

As soon as the words fell, the wound on the finger healed instantly, and the phantom disappeared without a trace.She is still in the fairy palace in the sky, enjoying the cool evening breeze and moonlight.

She finally saw the face of the man in the phantom.The spirit is clear and the bone is beautiful, very handsome.

——Song Qianji is close at hand, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with ink hair hanging down like flowing clouds, clear and light, like a still shadow sinking into a jade.

Miao Yan shuddered, but felt that the one who lifted the sword and dripped blood was his true face.

How many powerhouses and powers does one sword have to kill before it can produce such a terrifying and realistic illusion of spiritual pressure.

"What a fierce sword, just like you." She actually laughed.

"Have I ever been cruel to you?" Song Qianji felt a little wronged.

"When you throw your sword at others, I just watch from the side, and I will be afraid."

Song Qianji said indifferently: "After you and I have joined together, the husband and wife will be one, and the luck will be connected. There will be nothing in the world worth your fear."

Such extraordinary self-confidence would not have been born if he hadn't climbed to the top.

Because if he can say it, he can do it.

Miao Yan was not satisfied, a pair of autumn water cut pupils reflected the cold light of the sword edge, and was also tainted with a little air-conditioning:

"Including this sword?"

Song Qianji nodded: "No matter how fierce the lonely light is, it is still my sword." He comforted the quasi-taoist couple awkwardly and unfamiliarly, "Don't be afraid."

The beauty frowned slightly, and said quietly: "You and I got engaged in a hurry, and I know very little about you, so I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy you in everything. If one day I do something wrong, you will use this sword to kill me." I?"

Song Qianji couldn't figure it out: "Even if you made a mistake, as your Taoist companion, I will naturally take responsibility for you. How could I kill you?"

Miao Yan seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, she raised her eyes suddenly, two lines of tears poured out, her voice trembled like extremely tight strings:

"What if I really made a big mistake? What if I betray you, deceive you, and kill you? Will you strike me with a sword?"

She hissed in her heart.

Just like your strong enemy and old enemy, no matter whether you go to heaven or earth, you will always die under the solitary sword.Don't talk about love between a Taoist couple, you are Song Qianji, who will never die in a hundred battles, a person like you, marrying me is just for sex and to show your power, how can you be half-hearted?

Why are you still pretending, dare to show your true colors? !

Song Qianji just looked at her quietly, gently opened her tender five fingers, and regained her solitary light.

The long sword returned to its sheath, and there was a soft cry.

Miao Yan suddenly came back to her senses, wiped away her tears, and forced a smile: "I'm sorry."

But Song Qianji sighed: "I won't kill you. I just...will be sad."

It doesn't make sense.

The helpless weak will only be sad. Song Qianji is the most powerful person in the world. In addition to the divine sword, he has all kinds of supernatural powers and thousands of Taoism.

But he swore:

"Lone Light Sword, never against you."

Miao Yan was stunned.

After a long time, she smiled again: "Let me play another song for you."

Song Qianji didn't remember the name of that piece of music, but only remembered that the tune was soft and lingering, just like the spring rain that was about to stop at this moment.

Suddenly, the lyre broke, and the moon was short and the flowers flew.

The clank of the pipa is piercing, and the gold and iron horses are in ambush on all sides.

The woman held the pipa in her arms, the veil fluttering on her arms, standing in the wind and snow, weeping sadly:

"Submersible, I'm sorry."

Yeah.

Sorry for my size, Song Qianji thought to himself, do I owe you 1000 million spirit stones or what's wrong with you, it's worth digging a hole like this to bury me?

Did I treat you badly?

He looked at Meng Heze full of longing, muttering in his mouth, "Marrying a wife is like a magic smoke fairy", and his teeth were sour and his stomach ached with a stupid look on his face:

"Stupid dog. A dog's brain can't play a beauty trick. It's better to go home and farm the land as a couple!"

Meng Heze didn't hear clearly, so he rushed over and half-kneeled in front of him:

"What's wrong, brother? But the wound hurts? Thirsty or hungry? Is it cold? Is it because your legs are numb from sitting for a long time, I'll give you a thump..."

The jumping bonfire revealed the boy's nervous expression.

Song Qianji suddenly had a hard time getting angry and couldn't help a chuckle.

Outside the cave, the sky is twilight, the spring rain is about to rest, and thousands of mountains are verdant.

"Young, it's good to be young."

he thought silently.

****

"What do you mean no one? The two of them in the early stage of Qi refining, one fourteen and one fifteen, combined are not as big as a fraction of yours. Can they really grow wings and fly?"

Zhao Yuping looked gloomy, and a group of deacons in the hall were trembling.

Deacon Li, who usually followed him around, stood up and explained bravely: "Maybe they have a magic weapon to hide the aura in their hands. The aura of the broken mountain is isolated, and some methods of tracing people on our side are inconvenient."

Zhao Yuping believed even more that Song and Meng were instigated by someone behind them.Otherwise, how could such a mere outer sect disciple be so capable.

"There is no movement in the Zongmen's mountain guard formation. Those two bastards must still be in Huaweizong. Since I don't want to run away, I have to come back sooner or later. Let them die clearly when I come back!" He suppressed his anger and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Quickly Inform Jiheng that he can't show up before Song and Meng show up today! If something really happened, he won't get into trouble."

The relatives of Zhao Yuping and Zhao Jiheng were unknown to the outer disciples, but his trusted deacons knew it well.

At the end, one person responded and rushed to run errands.

At this point, a bell rang suddenly.

The birds in the valley were startled by the morning bell and flew all over the sky.

The deacons were also like a flock of frightened birds, staring at Zhao Yuping with wide eyes:

"The hour has come!"

"What should we do now? Is the assessment postponed?"

Zhao Yu straightened his clothes and put on a kind expression: "Go to the square."

The night passed too quickly.

The morning bell of the mountain gate had just rung three times, and thousands of outer disciples had gathered in the square of the outer gate of Huawei Mountain.

For the annual outer sect assessment, many disciples came and waited before dawn, from the time it rained until the rain stopped.

A group of teenagers, who haven't developed a sense of stability yet, gathered in one place on such a large scale, chattering like a nest of chicks.

"Who has seen Senior Brother Meng Heze this morning? I haven't been able to find him. I even brought him breakfast."

"Senior brother Zhao Jiheng didn't come either, did he go down to drink again last night, did he get too drunk?"

"Hey, it seems that 'Song Luo' didn't come either."

"'Song Luo' dreams of entering the inner sect, if he fails the exam this year, he will be 'Song Sanluo'! Hahaha!"

Laughter rang out one after another and spread throughout the square.These three simple words have brought joy to thousands of people.

Song Qianji is indeed a celebrity outside the sect, nicknamed Song Luo.

It is said that when he first came to the mountain, a female disciple who passed on his hand saw his good looks and wanted to accept him as an attendant and sign a lifelong contract, but he refused.He said that he didn't want to be a slave for life, but wanted to be an inner disciple based on his ability.

Seeking immortality only depends on ability, which is obviously a dream.

In the first year, he offended the deacon who collected protection fees, couldn't buy good exercises, and lost the election.

In the second year, he was cheated out of his entire net worth, and had no spirit stones to buy exercises, so he failed the election.

This year is the third year, Song Qianji finally bought a decent book of swordsmanship, no need to practice swordsmanship for the first time.

The disciples of Haoshi privately selected three candidates, "Song, Meng, and Zhao".Unexpectedly, the three of them were late together this morning.

In terms of character, Meng Heze is upright and straightforward, willing to help others and not afraid of trouble.

Many dull disciples stepping into the threshold of refining Qi rely on his selfless guidance, so naturally they have the highest prestige and the loudest voice;

In terms of financial resources, Zhao Jiheng spends a lot of money, and he doesn't know his background. He is close to the deacons, and he will never be able to do rough work.He usually does not practice high-level exercises, but invites friends, sneaks to the flower house down the mountain, and treats guests to drink.

In contrast, Song Qianji is really poor and withdrawn.

He devotes himself to practicing swords, forgetting to eat and sleep, and always seems that others are not working hard enough;

He walks alone, has no friends, no matter how good he is, he will not bring any benefits to others.

Many people don't like him, but his cultivation level stands out among the disciples of the outer sect, so there is nothing to do for some small stumbles, and they can only sincerely wish him another year of success.