salted fish soaring

On nights when Ji Chen didn't come to play chess, Song Qianji still sat quietly waiting for the rain.

The night was quiet, half of the disciples were grilling meat outside the Poison Barrier Forest, and the other half were chatting by the river.

The huge Xianguan Mansion was empty, and he was the only one.

Song Qianji breathed slowly, as if there was a special rhythm, and the breath was integrated with the small courtyard and even the entire Immortal Mansion.

The south wind blows between the flowers and leaves, the crimson roses cover the green bamboo trellis, and the newly planted evening primrose blooms yellow flowers, swaying gently in the wind under the moonlight.

They are also waiting.

The wind blows the leaves and leaves, the ground is full of flowers and shadows, a layer of flowing dark fragrance floats up, lingers around Song Qianji's body, and pours into the drooping wide sleeves.

He quietly looked at the hazy moonlight.

The same moon shines across thousands of rivers and mountains.

One hundred and eight thousand miles away, the bright moon lifted the veil and became bright and translucent. He Qingqing could even see the shadows of different shades on the silver plate.

"Master, let's go." Someone said.

"Okay." He Qingqing lifted the hem of her skirt lightly, passing by the pond where the red lotus bloomed, her slender figure was reflected on the water surface.

Seven or eight brightly dressed female nuns with tall temples walked together.She walks in the center, seems to be the most popular and indispensable, and everyone else is like a bird.

But people on both sides talked and laughed through her, with familiar tones and lively atmosphere.

She was not good at talking, so she couldn't get in the conversation, so she looked down at the road in silence.

"Come on, let's play here."

He Qingqing looked around.

This is the Lingshi mining site of Xianyinmen, and the outer disciples who were mining during the day had already gone back to rest.

At this time, the forest is desolate, and there is not even a single lantern.The dark mines all over the place are like huge mouths that choose people to eat.

The wind can't blow in, and the moon can't shine.

She was inexplicably flustered, and lightly tugged at the sleeves of the people around her: "Junior Sister Bai E, what are we playing here?"

The green-shirted nun covered her mouth and smiled, pointing to a white-skirted nun on the opposite side: "Elder Sister, you called me wrong again! I am Liaohua, and she is Baie."

All the girls laughed together:

"I'm Qingmei, she's Zizhu, do you recognize me?"

"There are Jinyun and Guizi over there, do you remember this time, Senior Sister?"

He Qingqing changed his words in embarrassment.

She actually has a pretty good memory.After listening to the complicated song again, she can remember it completely.No matter how profound the exercises are, she can memorize them by heart.

Whoever said bad things about her, bullied her, or insulted her in the past, that person's face must be firmly engraved in her mind, and she will never forget it when it is burnt to ashes in her dreams.

But at Xianyinmen, everyone I met smiled at her, saying "for her own good" and "making friends" with her.

For example, the people in front of me have similar hairstyles and dresses, and they all imitate Fairy Miaoyan. Their smiles and greetings seem to be carved out of the same board.

Occasionally, a few eyes with needles hidden in the cotton, quietly, flashed away, as fast as an illusion.

So she didn't know whose face to remember.

Thinking about it carefully, apart from Master's face, she only remembered Miao Yan's flawless face.

After everyone had laughed enough, Liao Hua finally said: "Let's play Tibetan Meng, we used to play like this a lot, big sister knows how?"

He Qingqing could only shake her head: "I won't."

Nobody played with her.

Cuishan nun eagerly took her hand: "It's okay, we'll teach you, and you'll master it as soon as you learn it! To play this game, you need to seal your aura first, and everyone can't use weapons. Otherwise, monks have sharp five senses, so it's easy to find someone at night? "

He Qingqing nodded: "Okay."

Liaohua was blindfolded, and was led around a few times, walked a few steps, and counted aloud.

Bai E took He Qingqing's hand to hide, made a hissing gesture, and said softly: "If you hide well, you can't move."

Liaohua counted to fifty and opened her eyes.She was obviously very experienced, and it took them all out without much effort.

All the female cultivators laughed and made a fuss.

Hearing the silver bell-like laughter, He Qingqing thought, do normal girls usually play with this?Now I've played it too.

The novelty of playing childish games with girls her age brought a smile to her eyes.

"Master, it's your turn."

He Qingqing obediently was sealed with spiritual energy, was blindfolded, and was fiddled with by someone.While counting, she was led forward.

Suddenly the moonlight dimmed, thick clouds gathered, and the wind whimpered in the wilderness.

On a windy summer night, it seems to be raining.

He Qingqing's power fence veil was blown by the wind: "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty..."

She was led to the abandoned mine, feeling flustered for no reason, so she stopped.But still counting.

Until he was pushed hard by a hand.

"what--"

The screams echoed with the wind and lasted for a long time.

The crowd looked down around the hole:

"It's really a shallow hole, are you sure?"

"It doesn't matter how deep it is. She accidentally fell down by herself. What does it matter to us?"

"But……"

"She wants to sue, is there any evidence? Her master didn't even come back to see her." Liao Hua snorted, "Because I became a senior sister by luck, I really think I'm someone? She bowed her head?"

The mine road twists and turns, as if there is no end.He Qingqing couldn't break through the spirit vein for a while, and stretched out his hand to try to grab the rock wall, but his head was bleeding, and finally he had to curl up as hard as he could, protecting the back of his head, and fell all the way down.

The abyss-like mine finally bottomed out.

He Qingqing got up on her elbows, only to realize that the nails playing the piano had been broken, and her fingers were bloody.

Her hair was in a mess, and her white skirt was stained with blood, describing her as a mess.But she was not injured internally. After all, the monks were strong, and everything seemed to be just a prank among the female nuns.

The power fence has long since fallen, revealing her mutilated and ugly face.

Unexpectedly, she didn't shed a single tear, her eyes were cold.

She could finally remember the faces of those people.

"Boom, boom, boom."

He Qingqing's ears moved slightly, and she suddenly became alert.

The darkness amplified all sounds, except for her own breathing, she heard a beating sound similar to a heart and pulse, echoing underground.

Turning his head, he saw a smooth blue shadow shining fluorescent light in the gap between the rocks.

He Qingqing was startled but not panicked. He slapped the storage bag and threw a dagger viciously.

"Giant Python" didn't say a word, accepting the injury silently.

He Qingqing approached and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not a snake."

It feels smooth and warm to the touch like warm jade, with a layer of faint fluorescence.

She struggled to pull out the dagger, and the wound juice from the roots sprayed.

When it splashed on the face, it was actually warm, and the color under the fluorescent light was as bright red as blood, but there was no bloody smell, only a strange sweet smell.

Only then did He Qingqing recall the records in ancient books: At the end of the continent, the divine tree lifts up the sky.The root system goes deep into the ground and spreads all over the continent.

This is actually a root of the superstar tree!

"It smells good."

She took a deep breath, her eyes were intoxicated, and she put the gurgling warm juice into her mouth with her index finger.

Immediately, the strong and fragrant fragrance rushed straight to the top of her skull, making her swallow eagerly.

The entrance of the spiritual liquid turned into a warm current, gathering into a whirlpool in the Zifu, breaking through the sealed spiritual veins all the way.

The bottleneck of cultivation is loose, which seems to be a sign of foundation establishment.

He Qingqing suddenly stood there in a daze.The whole body's spiritual veins were tense, almost bursting by the instantaneous surge of spiritual energy.

She woke up from the enchanted state, dared not drink any more, and hastily took out the jade bottle that usually held the pill.

After the three bottles were filled, the wound of Superstar Tree had already healed, leaving only a faint trace where the dagger had been deeply nailed.

"For a monster like you that stands upright and supports the whole world, this injury is not even a scratch. He forced him to be strong, just tickle it." He Qingqing gently stroked the roots of the Qingtian tree, dazed Said, "You are so powerful, even a knife can't hurt you. As long as you are strong enough..."

"Boom, boom, boom." Supertree's pulse was still beating.

The night was dark and there was no bright moon.

The wind is hunting, and the mountains and rains are about to come.

The smoke and dust from the quarry was rolled up and hit everyone on the face.

"This damn place is so dirty! Let's go to the back mountain to soak in the hot springs, and then come and get her?"

"Come back again? I don't think it's too late to look for her tomorrow morning."

Before the words came out, the sound was blown away by the strong wind, which made people feel less happy.

"Forget it, let's go."

The maid who reported the news came running against the wind: "It's not good, Senior Sister Liaohua, something is not right!"

Liao Hua got impatient and scolded, "Why are you panicking?"

The maid was full of horror: "Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiangyun is back!"