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"It's not written on paper, but on the table. How can I take it away? I can't move the table of Huaweizong." Liying lowered her head, looked at the ink marks on the stone table, and touched it with her fingertips, "Ah !"

She exclaimed softly, the ink marks sank everywhere, and the stone chips stuck to her fingertips.

The chess ghost blew a breath, and a layer of dust flew up from the table, but the stone table left clear inscriptions.

"The strength of the pen is like a stone, and the lifting of the weight is as light as it is. It has a good foundation." The chess ghost's eyes became brighter.

"I heard that Zhao Yu and Wei Zhanyang, who were the most popular in the calligraphy and painting test, had to meditate for half an hour, and their breath was adjusted to the peak before they wrote a poem on the rock wall. This person wrote as soon as he picked up the pen. Four sentences in one go, isn't it better than them all?" Liying clapped her hands.

She took out the ink and white paper, and carefully rubbed the inscription on the table: "This is good, it saves the need to move the table."

Seeing her happy, the chess ghost sighed lovingly: "It may not be a good thing to meet such a character when you are still young."

Liying seemed to understand but didn't understand, she just smiled and said: "When will Master accept him as a disciple?"

"I thought I could accept a better apprentice than Wei Ping, but once the poem carved on the stone table comes out, it's not necessarily so." The chess ghost said, "'Who is the enemy of the world's heroes', such a proud temper, which master can restrain it ?”

"He didn't worship his master in the first place. There are not many exercises in Huawei Sect's outer sect. Where did he learn chess and calligraphy?" Li Ying was puzzled.

"Have you guessed who he is?"

"Song Qianji!" Li Ying's eyes turned: "Just now those people were wearing the robes of Huawei Sect's outer sect disciples, and they called him Song Senior Brother. They wished to carry him away. He has such a reputation in Huawei's outer sect. Everyone respects him, not Song. Submersible, who could it be?"

"Is he famous?" Chess Ghost asked, "Why is he famous?"

Liying was in high spirits, and first talked about the young monks' favorite bridge sections, such as folding flowers at Yaoguang Lake, breaking through buildings for viewing flowers, and so on.

Finally, I will talk about the most concerned issues of the elders of the various sects:

"The entire Huawei Sect's outer sect was disturbed by him, and went on strike every three days. In this Dengwen Conference, the other sects kept silent on the surface, but secretly laughed at the incompetence of the Huawei Sect's head. Even a group of outer sect disciples I can't help it."

When the chess ghost heard this, his face became more dignified, and he muttered to himself:

"It's hard to do."

With Song Qianji's temperament, would he really be willing to be someone else's disciple?

If he was willing, he would have taken away the double leader in the chess and calligraphy tests of the Dengwen Yahui long ago.

"I've never seen Master so worried." Li Ying said, "Is it really difficult?"

"I'm not a 'passionate son', I'm not as narcissistic as he is. He's used to being praised by those stupid students in the academy, thinking that the whole world would like to call him master. I'm not as cunning and suspicious as he is. I don't know where my apprentice is, but I was sitting in the pavilion, and a genius came to my door."

Chess Ghost is mixed with joy and sorrow, the worry is how to accept Song Qianji, and the joy is that he is finally one step ahead of the book sage.

……

Song Qianji was supported by someone, murmuring vaguely: "Life, life hurts the past several times, and Yamagata still sleeps in the cold current."

He still turned his head and looked at Shi Ting, "Master, I will see you by fate, let's compete again!"

Meng Heze said softly: "Brother Song, you are the only one on the mountain. Where did the wine come from?"

How could Senior Brother Song be allowed to drink such a strong drink alone? What if something happened to him?

He took out the wine jar in Song Qianji's hand, mustered up his courage, and took a sip...

The sweet and sour taste of grapes and plums, mixed with the rich fragrance of peach blossom fills the mouth.

Sugar juice? !

No, the aftertaste has a wine aroma, it is indeed fruit wine.But isn't this wine too weak?

Meng Heze's eyes on Song Qianji changed instantly.

It turns out that Brother Song is not omnipotent.

"From now on, no one is allowed to drink to Senior Brother Song!" He turned to the outer disciples and said.

"Yes!"

Song Qianji said with a big tongue: "I want to drink!"

"Senior Brother Song, where did you go after the exam, we are looking for you everywhere." Meng Heze confiscated the purple jade wine jar and changed the subject, "Everyone made a banner for you. Quickly take it out and let the senior brother see it! "

Meng Heze had a ring to fight today, and the outer disciples were divided into two groups. The large group went to the square to cheer for Senior Brother Meng, responsible for props and stage effects, and a small group went to the Caishixi River to hold banners to welcome Senior Brother Song to take the exam.

With a bang, the banner unfolded against the wind, fully ten feet long, with black ink on a white background, and big characters——

Warmly congratulate Brother Song for successfully participating in the calligraphy and painting test.

Those who knew it was to pick up people to celebrate, but those who didn't know thought it was asking for salary on the side of the road.

Song Qianji was shocked when he saw it. There was actually a more embarrassing operation than "being carried to the outer gate square by a recliner".

I can only rejoice that I slipped early.

"Turn around casually, listen to the piano and play chess." Song Qianji said, "It's all right."

Meng Heze nodded: "It's good that I'm fine."

Song Qianji spent most of his time farming the land, but today was abnormal, and hadn't returned to Song Yuan at night.

He was afraid that someone with malicious intentions would take advantage of Song Qian's opportunity to make trouble.

He performed very well in the martial arts test, and many sect elders showed their willingness to accept disciples. They came to check on him tonight, but he didn't want to deal with it.

They dispatched together with the entire outer gate, divided into six teams to search, and almost turned Huaweizong upside down.

It caused the Discipline Hall to glare, and the Law Enforcement Hall to complain endlessly.

"Brother Song, Brother Meng, something bad happened!"

Two figures ran towards each other, shouting.

Song Qianji took a closer look, and it was Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng, two gamblers again.

"No gambling today!" He waved his hand.

Xu Kanshan said anxiously: "This is the boundary of the Xingxingtai. The Huawei Sect has ruled since ancient times that outer disciples are not allowed to set foot here! Brother Meng, the deacon Zhao Yuping knew you were here, so he brought his deacons and a team of law enforcement halls Disciple, I want to arrest you and send you to trial!"

"What are you talking about, get out of here!" Qiu Dacheng urged.

Meng Heze suddenly changed color.

He was wondering why some deacons kindly hinted that they came to Zhaixingtai to find someone.

"Who can go?" A sneer sounded.

The footsteps are hurried, the figures are flickering, and the lights in the mountains are bright in an instant.

More than a hundred disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall with swords at their waists surrounded Meng Heze and others.

Zhao Yuping walked out of the shadows slowly:

"Outer sect disciple Meng Heze, the sect knows that you have rebelled, but they tolerate you in every possible way because of your talents. But today you led someone to trespass on the star-picking platform, and you made a big mistake. Why don't you just arrest me?"

He deliberately only challenged Meng Heze and did not mention Song Qianji, and he was sure that Song Qianji would never sit idly by.

The last assassination attempt was defeated by a white-clothed female cultivator of unknown origin holding a big knife.

With this clear move, whether or not Song Qianji has a second Jindan expert guarding him will be revealed tonight.

The night wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves are rustling.

A group of low-level outer disciples were trapped in a tight siege, looking at each other in panic.

Meng Heze sneered and drew his sword slowly.

The sword body rubbed against the scabbard, making an ear-piercing sound.

As if shouting an order, all the outer disciples drew their swords together.

Song Qianji pressed down the hilt of Meng Heze's sword.

He was still drunk, and mumbled in a low voice: "The spotlight I gave you."

Meng Heze was overjoyed, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

A beam of bright light rose from his palm and shot straight into the night sky.

Zhao Yuping thought that he had shown the magic weapon and was prepared, but seeing that it was just a luminous talisman, he couldn't help being stunned.

But for a moment, the mountains shook in all directions, the momentum was loud, and voices shouted across the hills:

"It's Brother Meng's talisman!"

"I found Brother Song over there!"

Outer sect disciples who searched for Song Qianji from all over the place flocked here from Yaoguang Lake, from Fengyan Valley, from countless peaks, and countless ditches.

Hundreds of deacons and law enforcement hall teams were surrounded by thousands of people.

Zhao Yuping looked around, sweating on his forehead.

It is easy to suppress by force, but the Dengwen Yahui is not over, so you can't kill a bloody river and be criticized by other sects.

He acted accordingly and said loudly, "Outer disciples, whoever arrests Meng Heze will reward you with three hundred spirit stones!"

Money is the easiest thing to touch people's hearts, but no one is moving at this time.

The weapons of the outer disciples did not turn, but their expressions were still determined.Can't seem to understand what he's saying.

Zhao Yuping's face turned red.

When did it start, everything changed.

In the past, he only needed to spend three spirit stones to see these little disciples crawling on the ground like dogs, grabbing heads and killing red eyes.

He didn't allow himself to feel fear, and screamed even louder:

"Reward three thousand spirit stones, plus a set of top-level inner martial arts, and a basic magic weapon!"

His voice was no longer majestic, trembling from being too tense.

There was a dead silence, only the shrill wind.

"Go back and rest early." Suddenly someone yawned, "It's a big night."

It was Song Qianji.

He rubbed his eyes and urged: "Get out of the way."

He went out all day today and missed the flowers and vegetables at home.

Think of the beans at the door, the cucumbers on the vine, and the potatoes in the field.

It was just one day of separation, from morning to night, but it seemed that countless autumns had passed.

They must miss me too, Song Qianji thought while looking at the moon.

He walked forward, strolling in the courtyard.

Meng Heze and others in the inner circle wanted to protect him, Zhao Yuping in the outer circle were at a loss to guard against him, and the disciples in the outermost circle were on guard against Zhao Yuping.

So Song Qianji moved the whole formation together in a few steps, with three layers inside, three layers outside, and three layers outside following him.

Song Qianji just went his own way.

……

The main peak is Qiankun Hall.

The lights are bright and the rituals and music are solemn.

This is the main hall of Daoist Xuyun, he never gets angry and pretentiously sits at the head seat, controlling the overall situation.

But tonight's first substitution, he can only take the second place.

The old man in white who was sitting in the main seat smiled and said: "Don't be polite, don't be restrained. Since it's a congratulatory banquet, please relax." He turned to the musician who was striking the chime bell and said, "Knock a festive one!"

After all, he drank by himself, acting like a master.

Seeing that the book sage was like this, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became active.

Someone came to toast the leader of the calligraphy and painting test, Ji Chen took the cup and drank it down.

My heart is suffering, and my mouth is naturally full of bitter taste.

Zhao Yu and Wei Zhanyang, who were ranked second and third respectively, sat behind him and stared at his back coldly, extremely dissatisfied.

Many people murmured in their hearts that Ji Chen, the book sage, was the leader, but he was not accepted as a disciple.

I don't know whether to be satisfied with him or not.

After drinking for three rounds, a man suddenly stood up and said loudly:

"The disciple has something to report, please learn from the sage."

The music suddenly stopped.

The hall was full of astonishment, and worried that the saint was here, and soon stopped, only discussing with each other through voice transmission:

"Which family's junior dares to be rude in front of Shusheng?!"

"He is Ji Chen's cousin. No one knows that Ji Chen was a waste in the past, and mud can't support the wall. This side branch, Ji Guang, is the future of the Ji family in Baifeng County."

"He came out at this time, is it to congratulate my cousin?"

The book sage's smile faded: "Talk."

"The word "egg" was not written by Ji Chen. He is so bold that he deceives the sage. He has no talent at all!" Ji Guang cupped his hands, with a righteous expression on his face, determined to risk his life, and said loudly: "I have proof." , look, this is what Ji Chen wrote before."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhao Kui wanted to slap the table and laugh.

But before the evidence was taken out, Ji Chen suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, rushed forward, and grabbed Ji Guang's hand:

"That's great, thank you for speaking for me, good cousin! You are really my own brother!"

The book sage's expression was not very good.