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Since Song Qianji was reborn, his mind was only on the fields.

Few worries and few desires, such a thousand days are like one day, passing by like a cloud of smoke.

But last night was an extremely long night for him.

He handed over two ridiculous papers to Ji Chen, and then went to Fengyan Valley for a chess trial to watch the game, and introduced Ji Chen to the way of chess.

Then he went to Qingshitan to listen to the piano, drank some fruit wine after listening, went to the mountain pavilion to play chess and write poems, and got drunk.

The person said they had seen it, which was not accurate.Qinxian is in the pavilion, separated from him by a sea of ​​people and a pool of water, he can't see the people in the pavilion, he only hears the other party commenting on the piano music——

"The achievements of the ages, the end of the hero".

This made Song Qianji feel embarrassed from the bottom of his heart.

But the other party was not embarrassed, and looked around the courtyard for a week.Seeing that there was only a deck chair under the flower stand, he sat down directly.

Pat the cushion, lean back, and adjust to the most comfortable position.

This is a reaction developed from being in a superior position for a long time. No matter where he is, it seems that he is born to sit and others should stand.

Song Qianji's heart tightened, that's my chair!

Not only did Qin Xian sit in his chair, but he also grabbed a bunch of wisterias drooping in front of his eyes, and while admiring them, he smiled and said:

"In terms of ancient and modern famous songs, "Wind and Snow Entering the Array" can be listed in the top ten. Last night I kept thinking, who can write such a song."

He acts like the overlord of a small courtyard.

The wisteria shrank slightly, not daring to shake in the wind.

Song Qianji was startled, like his own cat being scratched by an outsider, and immediately walked out from under the eaves, looking directly at the other party:

"If you came here for this, I'm afraid you came by mistake." He gently pulled the wisteria string out of the opponent's palm, and touched it soothingly, "This song is due to a coincidence. taught!"

Song Qianji prepared a story.

This story was once told in Qiankun Temple, and the audience at that time was Master Xuyun, head of Huawei.He has everything in mind at this point, he just needs to fill in some details.

Before he opened his mouth, Qin Xian praised: "You are honest! I already know."

Song Qianji blinked, suddenly feeling dazed.

You know what you know?

Qin Xian said with a smile: "Xianyin Sect often deals with Huawei Sect, I know Xu Yun's character..."

He is young and beautiful, with picturesque features, but he calls the old Xuyun "that boy", which sounds very discordant at first glance, "You have a humble cultivation level, and you came from a mortal, but you have caused a disturbance in the Huawei Sect's outer sect. If there is no backing mountain, it would have been erased by Xu Yun's hand, how can I grow flowers and plants safely?"

Song Qianji has a bad heart, I really didn't expect this idea!

But in the eyes of a strong person who understands Xuyun and Huaweizong, it should be so.

The other party suddenly changed the scene, and he couldn't catch it for a while, so he could only continue to listen.

"After last night, He Qingqing became a teacher, and Ziye Manjusri broke through, and countless young people benefited together. Xianyinmen has a senior sister, and Qingya Academy has the strongest genius among young monks. This song can be said to be a sensation in the cultivation world, and its sound has shaken the world. If the composer is found, no matter who he is, he will definitely gain fame and rise to the top. It is really rare for you to be able to tell me the truth without thinking about it under such circumstances..."

Song Qianji sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "That's because the junior knows, and I can't hide it from you, so I have to tell the truth."

Qin Xian didn't seem to hear or believe his denial, and only asked, "Who passed on this song to you?"

Song Qianji was too lazy to make up others: "It's Senior Xian Jianchen!"

All the names that the peak masters and elders of Huawei Sect dared not mention were spoken by him very smoothly, as if they were true.

"Oh?" Qin Xian's unchanging faint smile froze for a moment.

Then close your eyes.

Song Qianji thought to himself, there will be no enmity between these two, right?He obviously didn't remember it, otherwise he wouldn't have pulled this tiger skin and asked for trouble.

If you really have a grudge, you go to him to settle the score, it has nothing to do with me or my vegetable field.

Qin Xian opened her eyes and suddenly laughed.

This smile is different from the indifferent smile just now, he rolled his eyes and slapped the armrest of the reclining chair with a smile:

"Xian Jianchen has a lonely and arrogant personality. He claims that 'everything is inferior, only the way of the sword is high'. He regards the way of the sword other than the sword as a 'little way' and never bothers to study it. Unexpectedly, he secretly memorized the piano score and passed it on. For posterity!"

Song Qianji felt even more embarrassed, and silently apologized to Guao Sword God.

"Xian Jianchen has no relatives and no reason, and never accepts disciples. Since you can be his disciple, you must have something extraordinary." Qin Xian said.

Song Qianji: "What kind of disciple is he? It just happened that the old man was in high spirits and just preached the word casually."

"You can learn what he taught casually, which shows that you have a good understanding."

Song Qianji pushed the bar again: "The junior is stupid and clumsy, and his comprehension is less than one ten thousandth!"

"How is Xian Jianchen recently?"

"Only one side, never see you again."

Just when Song Qianji thought that the two were old friends, Qin Xian sighed: "It's a pity that he hasn't died yet."

Song Qianji was startled.

Qin Xian sighed again: "Not only did he not die, but he has descendants, what a pity. He is the first among the four of us to have an apprentice."

He stared at Song Qianji for a while, with an inexplicable expression, as if he was about to see another shadow, and suddenly said:

"He taught you something, but he never brought you around to teach him, so he can't be regarded as a master and apprentice. Would you like to learn my piano?"

Song Qian's heart sank, where did this come from?

"The senior loves wrongly, and the disciple has no intention of the way of rhythm."

Qin Xian stood up from the reclining chair and took two steps forward: "Follow me back to Xianyinmen, one person is under ten thousand people, and the cultivation resources are inexhaustible. The opportunity is not to be missed, the time will never come, really don't you want to learn?"

At this moment, Song Qianji only felt a big mountain approaching him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't learn!"

Qin Xian asked earnestly: "I want Xian Jianchen's disciple to play my qin, so what do you think?"

It is clear that he wants to accept apprentices, but throws the problem to others, it is really domineering.

Song Qianji pointed to the cucumber vine, and said the simplest truth in the world: "Twisted melons are not sweet!"

Qin Xian changed the scene again: "You are trapped in this small courtyard, like a dragon dying in the shallows, what is the way out?"

"Don't worry, I'm going down the mountain soon." Song Qianji smiled, feeling a little proud, "I'm about to get a mortal fief."

Qin Xian was puzzled.The spiritual energy in the mortal world is thin, far inferior to that of the great immortal families.

He asked, "What are you going to do?"

Song Qianji's eyes lit up: "Planting!"

When he was just reborn, he had never declared so confidently and loudly.

Because the 15-year-old Song Qianji is a hard-working swordsman.If the change is too fast overnight, it is easy to arouse suspicions such as "seizing the house".

But now subtly, the entire outer door has become commonplace, so he didn't think it was surprising, so he said it loudly.

Farming is farming, and no one can delay him from farming!

Qin Xian was stunned.

The answer was unexpected.

Even though he is well-informed, he has never encountered it.

He looked around the small courtyard again, re-examined the vegetables on the ground, the flowers on the shelf, and the green vines on the wall, feeling the unique vitality and charm:

"Is this your way?"

"No." Song Qianji shook his head, "Why do you need to work hard and seek the truth in everything?"

After hearing this, Qin Xian knew that there was nothing to change.

This younger generation couldn't kill and couldn't accept him, which made him helpless.

Like a wisteria in the wind, the flowers fall helplessly.

He was about to speak when a thought suddenly occurred to him: Someone is approaching this place rapidly.

The visitor is not weaker than himself, and he can actually feel threatened. This feeling has not been felt for a long time.

No, not just one, but two people!

He thought for a moment, as if he was trying to calculate something.

Not long after, he resumed his light smile and said to Song Qianji:

"It's fate to meet, let me give you a gift."

"You don't get paid for nothing." Song Qianji shook his head.

Qin Xian took out a small wooden boat from his sleeve.

The whole body of the wooden boat is smooth, the deck is paved like Phoenix wood, and the railings on both sides are like white jade carvings.The workmanship is exquisite, lying quietly in his palm.

"This is a flying artifact. Although it is a worthless gadget, it can travel thousands of miles a day. If you don't harvest it, how will you take these crops to the fief?" Qin Xian regretted, "The road has been bumpy for a long time, no matter how beautiful the flowers and die too."

Song Qianji thinks it makes sense. He is not afraid of hard work, but the crops are delicate.

If it's just a flying magic weapon, it's really not expensive.

"Then I'll give you something too," he said.

There are only three potato flowers left in the field.

Lilac, light blue, and pure white, he picked one at random.

Qin Xian pinned the lavender potato flower on the front of the black robe, and walked out.

Like a victor, wearing his medals.

The disciples of the outer sect gathered in the main peak square to support Meng Heze in the final of the final martial arts test.

The entire outer door was empty and silent.

There is a path of flowers at the gate of the Song Courtyard. In the late spring, there are remnants of red everywhere, and butterflies are flying along the way.

But he didn't take this path, his sleeves fluttered lightly, and the breeze blew in for no reason, lifted him up, and flew lightly into the clouds.

Qin Xian stood on the head of the cloud, waiting quietly.

The wind is raging and the sun is shining brightly.

An old man in black came from the east, and an old man in white came from the west.

In the sky above Songyuan, Chess Ghost and Calligraphy Sage saw each other with gloomy expressions.Seeing Qin Xian, his complexion changed slightly.

"Why are you here?" the chess ghost asked.

Qin Xian smiled: "Why do you come here, and why do I come here."

"Impossible!" The Book Saint said coldly, "Don't be wishful thinking!"

The chess ghost thought to himself, one sentimental son is troublesome enough, another one?

How much has Song Qianji learned? !

Shu Sheng thought to himself, if I had known that the Qin and Fake Immortals were coming to kill Hu, why should I waste time with dead old ghosts at the Star Picking Platform.

Qin Xian said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I saw you. I still maintain the appearance of my prime, but the two of you are getting old. The way of heaven is ruthless, just like the opportunity to recruit apprentices is unpredictable. What a pity."

The book sage said to the chess ghost: "The old man once heard that only the little girls who have not left the cabinet care about whether their faces are beautiful or not, for fear that their husbands will reject them."

The chess ghost laughed: "Ha, with a fake fairy face, he is actually an immortal monster. The world is so big, there is such a funny thing?"

The two of them were just now at sword tension, wishing each other would die.

When we met again, we actually united the front and unanimously joined the outside world.

The three looked disgusted at each other, but they couldn't do anything. They could only insult each other viciously like street shrews.

Qin Xian was defeated by one against two, but he was not angry. Instead, he sincerely persuaded:

"He has already taken my piano, you have no chance, go back."

The two were stunned.

The book sage gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "I don't believe it."

Qin Xian pointed to the front of the front: "This flower is a proof. Song Qianji planted it himself, and protected him day and night. I saw his sincerity, so I accepted this worthless gift of apprenticeship. I didn't want to say more, but I couldn't bear to see you two At a young age, you have to take your own humiliation."

He knew that too much is too late, and understatement is the most true, so he smiled lightly and flew away in the clouds.

Only the back with bulging black clothes and flying black hair remained.

The faces of the remaining two people gradually turned from anger to gray, and they were speechless for a while.

They lined up on the cloud, holding number plates for accepting disciples.

Flowing clouds are in a hurry, urging people to make decisions.

"I still don't believe it!" Chess Ghost finally said.

……

A moment after taking the treasure ship, Song Qianji already sensed that something was wrong.

He poured spiritual energy inward, and the treasure ship suddenly changed, and the ship's cabin rose upwards, turning into a piano body.The white railings on both sides gather in the middle and turn into strings.

Show your true face, and you will see the extraordinary.The golden light is brilliant, and the spiritual pressure is flourishing!

This is actually a dual-purpose instrument, which can fly into the sky and play piano music.

Isn't this superfluous?

What is the use of a famous piano if I want you?

Suddenly, he realized something.

Qin Xian donkey me!

He never gave up on the crazy idea of ​​"disciple of the sword god playing the piano"!

He was just pretending!

In my previous life, I was a casual cultivator with mud legs. After I was promoted to become a god, I relied on my status and I was no longer a donkey.

You look like a fairy, how can you do such a dirty thing?

Song Qianji took a deep breath.

Xian Jianchen's name can bluff the peak masters of Huawei Sect, but it is difficult to unimpeded among the big bosses of the same level.

At this time, he misses Master Xuyun very much, and it is so comfortable to act with him.

He put the "treasure ship" on the stone table.

Chen Hongzhu was too slow to do things, one night passed, but there was no news yet.

A county in the world does not want a mine of Lingshi veins.

You can't rely on others, and you can rely on yourself when you go down the mountain and farm.

He opened the door and went straight to Qiankun Hall, the main peak.

Master Xuyun, the strong in this world are deceitful and deceitful, you are the one who can be relied on!

Only you can rely on it!