salted fish soaring

How can this kind of thing hang out?

"Okay, it's better than the 'egg post'!" Ji Chen came over at some point, and was the first to applaud.

As expected of Brother Song, a genius who excels in calligraphy and chess, even his ambition is different from that of ordinary monks.

Meng Heze led the outer disciples to applaud, and the applause was thunderous for a while, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

Zhao Ren thought in a trance, not only Song Qianji was sick, but all the monks under Song Qianji were crazy.

He was born in a comprehension family, and entered the inner sect of Huawei Sect when he was young. With the accumulation of resources, he successfully formed alchemy along the way.

The biggest twists and turns in life is to die as a fairy official.

From the bottom of his heart, he believed that the gap between monks and mortals was greater than that between humans and spirit beasts.

Monks breathe out spiritual energy, do not eat five grains, and are contaminated with mundane affairs, which is a waste of time and delays their practice.

Cultivators seek to ascend to the top of the road, while ordinary people only want to earn food and clothing.Once a monk retreats, perhaps a mortal's life span is exhausted.

What is the point of dealing with ordinary people and talking about friendship?Ten catties, one hundred catties, one thousand catties, what's the difference?

Zhao Ren was not reconciled: "'A mu yields a thousand catties' is elegantly written. After all, it is difficult to be elegant. Can Junior Brother Song change it?"

Song Qianji seemed to have just noticed him, and was slightly surprised:

"Zhao Daoyou, the ceremony is over, and you are still here. Since you are reluctant to leave, why don't I make you a priest and assist me from now on?"

"Junior brother is joking! How can I have more time?"

"I only send God away, not invite God." Song Qianji said lightly: "Since you don't stay, it won't be so easy for you to come back later."

Zhao Ren was taken aback.He found that when the young man was not smiling, he faintly exuded a kind of air of a king who was not angry and arrogant, as if he was overwhelmed by himself.

This made him very uncomfortable. In terms of cultivation and qualifications, which one is not higher than himself?

He was agitated by this momentum, and his face turned cold, and he immediately summoned his natal flying sword: "I will give you Qianqu County, I will never come back!"

This ghostly place has caused him to make no progress in his cultivation for a year.Song Qianji was willing to take over the mess, so he quickly returned to Huawei Sect Chishui Peak to practice.

In the future, any actions of the guy surnamed Song will be sent to the three powerful families in the county to report directly to the family.

The flying sword turned into a streak of light and flew away with the wind.

All the gentry are reluctant to give up looking at the sky. Compared with the unpredictable new fairy officials, they have more sense of security when they have served as fairy officials of the Zhao clan in the past.

"Zhao Daoyou walk slowly." Song Qianji smiled.

The flying sword rushed out of the clouds, flattening the river.

Zhao Ren closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finally let go of the burden, and remembered the reward Zhao Feng had promised, feeling very good.

The air was full of freedom, and he grinned, wanting to put a wind-breaking talisman on Feijian to increase his speed.

Suddenly the smile froze: the Breaking Wind Talisman is not on him.

Not only the Breaking Wind Talisman, but all the treasures he had searched in Qianqu over the years were all left in the Immortal Official's Mansion.

Only the Immortal Official's Mansion has the strongest aura in the entire county. He only occasionally goes to the temple to receive offerings and worship, and at other times to practice in the mansion, he doesn't move a single step.

Habits are terrible things.

As a fairy official, he is pampered and does not have to fight with others. Except for the natal sword, he has never carried magic tools, talismans and other things with him for a long time.

Just now they exchanged harsh words in public, saying that they would never return to Qianqu, but turning back now would be embarrassing.

Thinking of the possibility of Song Qianji taking advantage for nothing, Zhao Ren's face turned livid and he held his breath.

I can only comfort myself, the treasure house is buried deep in the ground, and the formation method is hidden, Song Qianji will not be able to find the way for a while.

Although there are many of you, your cultivation is generally not high. I am a dignified Golden Core cultivator, and I am familiar with the terrain and formations of the Immortal Mansion. If I sneak in at night, who can do anything to me?

The red flying sword turned and hovered in the clouds.

……

Song Qianji sent Zhao Ren away, and then faced the masters of farming and farming experts, he was naturally very friendly and patient:

"Sir, I will be staying in the Immortal Mansion today. When my leg disease is cured, I will follow me around Qianqu and implement Quyuanli. There are things I don't understand, so I have to rely more on my husband."

Carpenter Liu was teary, and nodded excitedly: "...what can I do."

Turning his head to look, there was no more cold eyes and ridicule, and the fellow villagers looked at him eagerly, with envy and admiration written on their faces.

Once upon a time, he heard the old gentleman in the village say, "Scholars die for their confidantes, and die after they have devoted themselves to death." He never understood how difficult it is for people to live in this world.

At this time, being supported by both hands of the new immortal official, I suddenly felt great pride, thinking that I will devote myself to doing my best in the future, and I am willing to die.

All the villagers looked at Carpenter Liu enviously, and stared eagerly at the words "a thousand catties per mu".

If it is possible to produce a thousand catties of millet per mu, wouldn't it mean that one person would go to the field and the whole family would not have to go hungry.

Could it be that the new Immortal Official wants to use the Immortal Technique?He is so kind, isn't it for the fireworks?

Most people can't believe it.

Although Tiancheng is protected by a formation, the air is still dry.

There was a layer of fine sand wrapped in the wind, which stinged slightly when it hit the face, and had a bit of a harsh and rough taste.

Song Qianji entered the Immortal Mansion, bypassing a white jade screen wall, the sand and dust disappeared immediately, and moist water vapor rushed towards his face.

At a glance, there are bluestone floor tiles and glazed tiles, and the lotus pond of Jiuqu Gallery.

Among the green pines and cypresses, the corners of the cornices of several floors leaked out, glowing with a faint golden light in the sun.

At first, I didn't realize how spacious it was, but following the introduction of the original steward, the road got deeper and deeper, and then I realized that Xianguan Mansion is a city within a city.

"I was still worried that I wouldn't be able to live in it. It turned out that I couldn't live there anymore." Meng Heze sighed, "Being a fairy official in the mortal world can live so well. This is much bigger than Xuyun's Qiankun Palace."

After he left Huawei Sect, he opened his mouth and called the sect master's name directly, and no one around him felt that something was wrong.

Zhou Xiaoyun smiled and said, "The sky is high and the emperor is far away. The real emperor is not as comfortable as the earth emperor."

Si Li supported the new farmer, Carpenter Liu, and followed Song Qianji with his head down, carefully flattering him, "How do you think this house will be repaired? If labor is recruited today, the ground will be broken tomorrow."

Every immortal official has to renovate and expand according to his own wishes. Immortal officials are very particular, and no one wants to live in the old cave mansion left by others. The mansion can only be built bigger and bigger.

Song Qianji shook his head: "No need to fix it."

"The tallest and newest one in the mansion is the Yun Tower supervised by Zhao Xianguan, please."

Song Qianji still shook his head.

He found a remote and abandoned garden, only slightly bigger than the Song Court: "This place is not bad."

Thousands of disciples have moved into their new residences, and everything is fresh, and it is the time when they are full of energy and energy.

Seeing that Senior Brother Song insisted on choosing the worst garden, everyone gave in to each other for some reason, and no one argued over the choice of house.

Song Qianji opened the treasure box containing the painting Chunshan, with a slight movement of consciousness, he took out potatoes, beans, cucumber vines, wisteria and other vegetation in turn.

Their roots are completely covered by the soil of Songyuan, without any damage.

There are also flower stands of different heights, two water tanks filled with lotus roots and stones, watering cans, watering cans, watering cans and other self-made tools.

Song Qianji picked up the shovel and began to dig the soil.

You don't need a sledgehammer to kill chickens, and this small courtyard doesn't need a fetish like Qu Yuanli.

He enjoys doing it himself more than conscripting labor to do it.

During this process, he could feel the vitality in the land.

If the soil of Huaweizong is a youthful and energetic girl, Qianqu is like an old man lingering on his last breath.

Song Qianji felt pity immediately.

Ji Chen wanted to step forward to help, but Meng Heze looked at him with a look of "someone who has come here".

Soon Ji Chen found that he couldn't get along, and would disrupt Song Qianji's work rhythm.

Only Meng Heze could barely adapt to this rhythm, which made him very envious.

He couldn't help following Song Qian's fuselage, observing silently.

He only felt that when Brother Song was doing these things, although he was serious, he was not tired or nervous.

Still handing in the papers like a calligraphy and painting test, strolling the mountain road with him, chatting and enjoying the scenery.

Ji Chen finally couldn't help but said, "Brother Song, what can I do?"

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Continue to teach you how to play chess tonight, do you want to learn?"

"Tonight?" Ji Chen was startled, thinking that Song Qianji was too busy during the day, "Of course I will! After you taught me last time, I found it very interesting, and I have always wanted to ask you for advice."

Song Qianji looked up at the sky.

The sky was low, and there seemed to be a flock of geese flying in the clouds.

"There happened to be a hand-practice tonight." He muttered to himself.

Only casual cultivators with mud legs would carry all their wealth with them.

The monks who have lived in the cave for a long time must wear light and simple clothes.

"Brother Song, what did you say?" Ji Chen then looked up, "Is there something in the sky?"

But I saw the setting sun falling to the west, and the clouds gradually dyed.

The buildings in Tiancheng are generally low, which makes the sky appear lofty and lonely.

Song Qianji smiled: "I said, vegetation grows from the soil, and people also come from the soil and water, but the monks are vying to fly to the sky...how strange."

***

Hua Weizong.

The sea of ​​clouds remains the same, and the moon shines on thousands of peaks.

Chen Hongzhu will go into seclusion tomorrow, and his father Xuyun and a group of Huawei powerhouses will protect the dharma to attack the formation of alchemy.

She doesn't want to be the most beloved daughter or junior anymore, and she doesn't want to fall into the situation of the Qiankun Palace anymore.

The retreat has a lot to do with it, but tonight she did not meditate in the Temple of No Sorrow, nor did she go to the Star Picking Platform to watch the stars and relax.

She came to the outer door alone.

After Zhao Yuping was dismissed, Xuyun promoted his confidant to be the deacon.Seeing her coming, the new deacon quickly followed behind.

The new batch of outer disciples hadn't moved in yet, the dormitory was empty, and the night was so quiet that there was only the sound of wind and insects.

As spring goes and summer comes, the flower trails in front of the Song Courtyard wither, leaving only clumps of lush green leaves.

When Song Qianji left, he took advantage of the darkness and walked in a hurry.

Therefore, although there are many chess players, calligraphers and painters in the cultivation world who admire his reputation, they have no chance to see him again, and give him an extra chance.

Chen Hongzhu didn't say goodbye.Their positions are very different, like standing on both sides of a high mountain, if they meet again next time, they may be enemies rather than friends.

In this case, it is better not to see.

She heard that He Qingqing had rushed over, but she only said a few words.

This made her feel a little inexplicably lost, as if Song Qianji had no nostalgia for the days of Hua Weizong, even though he lived very comfortably every day.

All the people and things he met here, whether he worked part-time, practiced swordsmanship, bought a piano, or met anyone, were not important to him.

"Miss please first."

With a creak, the rich door opened wide, and Chen Hongzhu was stunned.

The formerly red and emerald Song Courtyard is now barren and looks like an ice cave in the moonlight.

Only the newly turned land proves that there were people living here.

The new deacon cursed secretly, Song Qianji, who has plucked all geese and plucked all chickens and dogs, did not leave a single feather to the sect!

No, he also left a new charge: Tong Song.

The deacon made an apologetic smile: "That fellow came from a mortal background, his hands are tight and his eyelids are shallow, and he is rare in everything, so please don't be upset, Miss."

Chen Hongzhu turned a deaf ear, walked into the courtyard, and looked around.

Finally sighed softly: "It's all over."

I don't know whether to feel sad or happy.

Song Qianji submerged into the mortal world, Hua Weizong should also get back on track.

It is still powerful, and it is still the number one sect in Tianxi Continent.

The cultivator Xizhou admires and yearns for thousands of mortals, and will not be changed by the power of a single person.

Chen Hongzhu stepped out of the threshold, and the deacon closed the rich door behind her.

No one noticed, a bit of emerald green quietly emerged from the corner of the wall against the moonlight.

The two buds and leaves are not as big as the tip of a needle, and they are buried in the soil, which is extremely inconspicuous.

Song Qianji did not leave a blade of grass, but a seed.

After he left, Huawei rained in the middle of the night, and this humble tree broke through the ground and germinated.

A new batch of outer disciples are disembarking at the outer square tonight.

Each of the young faces is similar, with the dream of reaching the sky in one step, breaking into the colorful world of cultivation, and embarking on the road to immortality that you compete for.