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There are very few people like Song Qianji.You can see the way he does farm work, he is familiar and smooth, without a single unnecessary movement, you feel that he should be busy in the field and raising life.

But if you have seen him compose music, play chess, and write poems, and feel that he is romantic, he should be born to live alone in the fairy mountain in the cultivation world, and be a refined scholar with clean clothes.

It seems that he is comfortable and contented in everything he does, and he can do it well.

There was a smile in He Qingqing's eyes.

Xianyinmen is located in Tiannanzhou, with high and far away mountains; Qianqu County is located in Tianxizhou, which is a secluded place in the world.

One hundred and eight thousand miles, the sun turns and the stars move, and the mountains and rivers are far away.

She is getting more and more busy, busy with cultivation and many things other than cultivation, making some decisions that have never been made before and that she dared not even think about.

Power and responsibility weigh heavily on her shoulders, and she doesn't feel the weight at all, because the feeling of controlling and commanding others is addictive to her.

"I was born to call the shots," she thought.

But no matter how busy he is, He Qingqing will always send someone to collect news about Qianqu County.

She knew how many trees had been planted here, how many rivers had been dug, how many carts of silk and satin Song Qianji had brought back, and how many seeds had been bought.

This is the only corner in her heart that can be regarded as "relaxed and warm", such as lanterns on rainy nights and stoves in snow.

When she actually set foot on the land of Qianqu and saw the people she missed, she felt a little apprehensive about being close to her hometown.

She once wanted to wear the white dress back and wear the fence again, because her face, dress, and temperament were completely different from before.If Song Qianji met face to face but didn't know each other, he asked her back: "Where are you from, girl? Do we know each other?"

That way, although she won't be sad, at least she will be embarrassed and lost.

Fortunately, Song Qianji did not.

Song Qianji is still the former Song Qianji, no matter holding a piano, holding a sword, or holding a sickle and wielding a hoe.

Seeing that He Qingqing was silent, he put down his rolled up sleeves and asked, "Sit in the room?"

He Qingqing turned her head and said, "Wait for me outside."

All the nuns behind her responded in unison.

Everyone in the field watched the two go away side by side, still dazed.

"The beauty is Brother Song's friend?" Ji Xing patted Zhou Xiaoyun on the shoulder.

Zhou Xiaoyun came back to her senses: "She is fellow Taoist He Qingqing, and now she is the senior sister of Xianyinmen."

He Qingqing is very famous, because she became famous at the Wendeng Conference, because she rejected Qin Xian and Ziye Manjusri, and because of her ghostly face.

"So she is He Qingqing." Ji Xing said to himself, suddenly curious: "You guys know each other? Her face is healed!"

Zhou Xiaoyun said: "I recognize those hands."

At dusk, the evening wind blew past the rich gates of Song Yuan, and the masked woman was wrapped in a white dress, only revealing a pair of slender hands, as if peeling water chestnuts for the first time, which was impressive.

Ji Xing sighed: "She is so majestic! What kind of person is she?"

Zhou Xiaoyun shook her head, her eyes showed hesitation: "I can't tell. She is very different from before."

Once upon a time, Huawei Sect's outer sect was crowded with people, and everyone came out to see her, but because of her ugliness, they screamed and scattered, like encountering snakes, scorpions and devils.

Today, in Tiancheng of Qianqu County, there are still thousands of people emptying the alleys to watch the excitement, but because of her excessive beauty, she loses her mind, like meeting a fairy in a dream.

It's a ghost or a fairy, and the world of mortals is upside down.People in the world are arrogant and respectful, but they are only for one face.

Zhou Xiaoyun sighed: "At that time, I shouldn't be so afraid of her. After all, Brother Song said a famous epigram."

"Which sentence? 'Harvest millet in autumn and clothes when it rains'?" Ji Xing stood on tiptoe and looked around reluctantly.

He Qingqing's fluttering arm veil gradually disappeared.Everyone has the love of beauty, regardless of gender.

"Pink Skull, you are so tall."

"No, sister! Is this also called an aphorism? It might as well be 'harvesting millet in autumn'."

Zhou Xiaoyun looked solemn: "If you judge people by their appearance, you will only look at superficial appearances, and you will never see the truth, and you will never be a real person."

Everyone in Qianqu said that a real fairy came to Tiancheng.

Her skirt is embellished with flowers, her arm veil is woven with clouds, her hair is wet with dew, and her eyes are full of starlight.

The simple and honest Qianqu people exhausted their imagination, and after the fairy official of Song Dynasty rode a silver dragon to divert water, he described the fairy descending to earth vividly.

"She is Song Xianguan's daughter-in-law, no, Taoist couple?" Liu Carpenter was selected as the representative of workers and peasants, and asked Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng for news in a low voice, satisfying the curiosity of workers and peasants in Qianqu.

Xu Wangshan shook his head: "Brother Song doesn't distinguish between beauty and ugliness, he doesn't get close to women, and he doesn't get married. The cultivation world says that he is romantic and passionate, and he is slandering him everywhere!"

Qiu Dacheng chuckled: "I guess, looking at her face, brother Song, is like seeing the millet in the field growing gratifyingly, with thick roots and strong seedlings."

The two of them got acquainted with Song Qianji, and it originated from the night when Meng Heze was questioned in the Discipline Hall, and Song Qianji was escorted to the Qiankun Hall.

They ran into Miaoyan on the way, and they almost fell off the Dead Water Bridge, but they saw Song Qianji passing by with a blank expression, as if passing by a lamppost.

Today He Qingqing descended from the sky, and Song Qianji still had a calm posture, which made Xu and Qiu feel admiration.

……

"Drink tea."

Holding the teacup, He Qingqing looked around at Song Yuan.

Compared with the small courtyard at the outer gate of Huawei Sect, the world here is more open, with colorful flowers and plants, and more varieties of vegetables.

The small wooden sign engraved with the names of plants and trees swayed in the wind, making a melodious sound like wind chimes. The height of the flower stands is scattered, and the owner's care can be seen everywhere.

Wisteria fades away, and new flowers bloom again.Bright and charming pink begonias, shy and timid blue petunias, and dense clusters of light yellow osmanthus.

Those light fragrances are mixed in Song Qianji's sleeves, floating layer upon layer, like a distant and complicated dream.

He Qingqing took a sip, the chrysanthemum tea tasted light and astringent, she seemed to be drunk in this dream.

"Senior Brother Song, is this the chrysanthemum you planted?"

After she finished asking, she raised her eyes, and her eyes were facing a few clumps of white chrysanthemums swaying in the wind, which were exactly the same as those swirling in the teacup.

It seems to be a joke that she asked the question knowingly, and dared not say what she wanted to say, so she had nothing to say.

He Qingqing's cheeks were slightly red.

Just now when the other party heard that someone from Xianyin Sect was coming, their first reaction was to mention Fairy Miaoyan.

Miao Yan is looking for the composer of "Song of Wind and Snow", so she has a rift with her master Wang Shuyin.

Outsiders don't know, but the senior officials of Xianyinmen say that she has entered a barrier.

She is looking for Song Qianji, does Song Qianji also want to see her?

While thinking wildly, my heart hung up, only to hear the man reply: "I grow white chrysanthemums by myself, and drink by myself. I don't know if it suits your taste."

The attitude is serious and peaceful.

He Qingqing drank it all in one gulp, let out a breath, and relaxed all over:

"I know, whether I am good or bad, Brother Song will never laugh at me."

The topic changed so quickly that Song Qianji was a little confused.

He had no choice but to look at He Qingqing, and suddenly said "ah".

Like an old father who is getting old and unresponsive, it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized:

"your face--"

He Qingqing was startled, the habit of bowing her head and looking down had been abandoned by her, she raised her face subconsciously.

The warm autumn sun was shining, and the girl's skin was as white as snow, with a layer of jade-like luster.

Different from Miao Yan's non-aggressive beauty, her vermilion lips and black hair are breathtakingly beautiful.

Dressed in jewels did not overshadow her brilliance, but made her look even more beautiful.

Song Qianji looked at the face carefully.

He Qingqing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

She had heard too many compliments, and she was already a little tired and impatient.

Even if the disciples of Xianyinmen quoted scriptures and exaggerated gorgeously, she only smiled faintly.

But even if it was the exact same compliment, if it came from Song Qianji's mouth, she would be happy to hear it again, ten times, or a hundred times.

Song Qianji, of course, is different.

As the autumn wind blows, the white chrysanthemums in the courtyard tremble, and the girl's rings jingle all over her body.

He Qingqing didn't dare to breathe, and forgot to blink. She just felt that this moment was infinitely prolonged, and it seemed as if she would never be able to wait for that person to speak.

In fact, Song Qianji only watched for a short moment.

He blinked, his pupils were like calm and gentle lake water under the autumn moon.

Then he said softly, "Does it hurt?"

There was no admiration, no amazement, his tone was normal, and he only asked three words.

The tip of He Qingqing's nose was sour, and her eyes suddenly blurred.

The tears that I swore to never fall again fell uncontrollably.

She wiped away her tears indiscriminately, and shook her head desperately: "It doesn't hurt, it's worth it!"

Song Qianji sighed, picked up the porcelain white teapot, and refilled her a cup of chrysanthemum tea:

"Sometimes, what is worthwhile now may not always be worthwhile."

He Qingqing choked with sobs, her voice was firm and hoarse: "I chose it myself! I want it to be worth it!"

"Okay, don't cry." Song Qianji patted her on the shoulder, "Have you eaten? What do you want to eat?"

He Qingqing suddenly covered her face with her hands, and roared like a dying beast.

She wailed.

……

Hua Weizong.

The main peak is Qiankun Hall.

Today is a good day to celebrate——

The jewel in the palm of Xu Yun's head, the eldest lady of Huawei Sect, Chen Hongzhu, successfully broke through the golden elixir realm last night.

Huaweizong's night sky had a vision, shrouded in auspicious clouds, as bright as a brocade.

Xu Yun's good mood didn't last a day.Because of the arrival of that familiar seven treasure ship, the boy in white Meng Heze.

The young sword repairman sent a very strange gift.

It's not a magic weapon, it's not a spirit stone.Many monks were born in aristocratic families, and have never even seen it or recognized it.

The entire Qiankun Palace was silent, and the elders and peak masters circled the jade case, staring at the open gift box.

"what is this?"

"I heard from Meng Heze that this is called 'millet', the food of mortals, that is, millet."

There was a lot of discussion.

"What does it mean to send millet? Millet has the same pronunciation as '旱'. As the saying goes, 'the wind blows and the flowers fall, the red rustle', which means to wither and drift away. Could it be that he is cursing us to fall?"

"'Gu' has the same pronunciation as 'Ancient'. Could it be that we are cursing us to die? What a vicious young man!"

When Xuyun slapped the jade table, the ears of grain in the box trembled.

He yelled: "Zhao Ren! Tell me!"

Zhao Ren was covered in cold sweat, and tried his best to hide himself behind the carved pillar of Yunlong. Hearing the roll call, he walked out of the queue with a mournful face, and finally appeared in front of the crowd:

"Reporting to the master, I think Song Qianji is just giving away some autumn harvest specialties, there is no other meaning."

He was controlled by others at the bottom of the well in Songyuan, and had to swear poisonously with his heart.After returning to the sect, how dare to speak the truth?

I can only do my best to conceal it, saying that everything in Qianqu County is as usual.

Qianqu is a small barren place, and the aura and luck have been plundered several times, and there is almost nothing.

Song Qianji is a little monk who is not welcome by Hua Weizong. If it is not necessary, no one wants to mention him.

"Tong Song" is a felony.

Hearing from Zhao Ren himself that day, the people of Huaweizong are naturally relieved, and they will only wait for the quagmire of Qianqu County to drag Song Qianji down.

Unexpectedly, spring is coming and autumn is coming, and the shadow named "Song Qianji" is pressing down again, covering the entire Huawei Mountain.

Someone cursed: "Send special products? He has such good intentions? This Song Qianji really lingers!"

"Ha, he really hates us for giving him a barren canal and sending mortal things to demonstrate!"

"A mere qi-refining cultivator, but with the backing of a saint, dares to slap me in the face of Huaweizong!"

Xu Yun's stern gaze moved away from Zhao Ren's face.

Zhao Ren was relieved and complained endlessly in his heart.

Just listen to Xu Yun said: "When I gave him Qianqu County, the grudge was fixed, sooner or later there will be an end. Master Zhao Feng, this matter started because of your Zhao family lineage, what do you have to say?"

Zhao Taiji shook his sleeves, stretched out his hand to pick up the ear of grain and looked at it: "My ancestor is about to leave the customs, I will report this matter to my ancestor."

"Okay!" Xu Yun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Master Zhao Feng and Hong Zhu stay here, the others go first."

Everyone saluted and left, and filed out.Zhao Ren ran the fastest and disappeared in a flash.

In an instant, there were only three people left in the hall, empty and silent.

Zhao Taiji smiled and said: "Song Qianji is the enemy of the Zongmen, he will never let anyone go. Shouldn't the Zongmen help me?"

"I have my own arrangements." Xu Yun said lightly.

Xu Yun looked at his daughter, his eyes became kind and gentle.

When everyone was filled with righteous indignation, Chen Hongzhu remained silent.

Since the end of the Dengwen Conference, she spoke less and less, and the whip around her waist has been put away, and it has not been used for a long time.

But in the eyes of the father, this is a sign that the daughter has grown up to be well-behaved and sensible.

"Red Candle, what do you think?" He asked.

Chen Hongzhu was expressionless: "Without Huaweizong, there would be no me. My daughter knows what's right."

"Okay! This is my daughter." Xu Yun said with satisfaction, "When you were just born, as your father, you asked a phaseless divine monk to do fortune-telling for you, find a good Taoist couple, and make a good marriage. Now that you have broken through the Golden Core, it is time to officially meet with the other party..."

Chen Hongzhu was slightly surprised, and frowned slightly.

The relationship between the big families in the cultivation world is intricate.It is common to often bind interests by marriage and apprenticeship.

She asked calmly, "Whose disciple?"

"The young master of the Wei family, the most talented of his generation, Wei Zhenyu!"

Xu Yun coughed softly, "But that Wei Zhenyu has been away from home for many years without a trace, and now he is dead or alive. No one has mentioned his name for a long time, it's normal if you haven't heard of him.

"Father, I discussed with the ancestors of the Wei family a few days ago, and the candidate was changed to the third young master Wei Zhanyang. Wei Zhanyang is now practicing talisman Taoism in Qingya Academy, and his reputation has flourished in recent years. You have seen it at the Dengwen Yahui before, He looks like a talented person. Do you remember the rock wall by the Caishi River of our Huaweizong, and the poem he wrote, "You will be at the top, and you will see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance", right? In terms of cultivation and background, he yes……"

Xu Yun understood her daughter's fierce temperament and domineering temper very well, so she explained patiently, trying to be emotional first.

"I see." Chen Hongzhu interrupted, and hastily saluted, "My daughter broke through not long ago, and her realm is unstable, so she retreated to retreat first."

In the realm of comprehension, it takes a long time from an engagement to a real union of citizenship. If you really want to delay it, it can be delayed for ten or hundred years.

I'm speechless.

Looking at the back of Chen Hongzhu walking out of the palace gate and onto the passing water bridge, Zhao Taiji sneered suddenly: "You want to borrow a knife to kill people, and then drag Wei's family into the water?"

"Song Qian is not only standing behind the fuselage, the book master, the chess ghost, but also another person."

Xu Yun pointed to the top of the hall, and he swallowed the unspoken name.

Xian Jianchen.Few people in the cultivation world know that Song Qianji also has a secret relationship with Xian Jianchen.

"Not only do you have to borrow a knife, but you also need to borrow a hidden knife that doesn't show its sharpness."

Song Qianji is now in Qianqu, with only a false name and a group of outside disciples, without the protection of senior strongmen.

In the mundane world, how difficult is it to arrange an assassination, assassinate a monk in the Qi refining period, and then erase the clues and clear the relationship?

It will never be more difficult than planting millet in the wilderness, dry mountains, etc. to bring heavy rain.

Zhao Taiji used his fingertips to crush the plump grains.Unlike the others in Huawei Sect, who were deceiving their ears and stealing their bells, he kept staring at Song Qianji.