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After the moon fell into Huawei Mountain, the light in front of the gate of Song Yuan suddenly dimmed.

The story of Meng Heze came to an end, and the young outer disciples still had more to say.

"Brother Meng, Brother Song built the river channel so that everyone can use water, then what?"

A few lights floated from not far away, and the sound of cold drinks suddenly broke the laughter.

"Why do you gather people? If you don't go back at night, you won't go to work tomorrow morning?"

Three or four deacons approached, stopped ten feet away, and stared at Meng Heze warily: "Fellow Daoist Meng, you are no longer a disciple of Huawei, why did you stay here for so long?"

Meng Heze stopped laughing, and stood up holding his sword.The autumn night wind blows the hem of his clothes, but he is as tall and straight as a pine.

The deacons backed away, one of them turned around and ran away, as if they were going to report to the head deacon.

A group of young disciples watched with envy.Only when a young man succeeds and responds to every call, can he develop such a sharp and intimidating aura.

"Farewell." Meng Heze smiled.

"Brother Meng, will you come back to see us?"

Everyone looked at him reluctantly, and someone gently pulled his sleeve.

Meng Heze didn't answer, but said in a low voice: "Whenever you feel hard, come to Qianqu to find me. I will persuade Brother Song to stay with you."

It wasn't until Meng Heze walked away that a deacon stepped forward to warn:

"When you went up the mountain, you knew that betraying the mountain and escaping the mountain without permission is betraying the sect. If the sect wants to pursue it, they can issue a hunting order to make you restless at the ends of the earth..."

He suddenly couldn't continue.He found that the eyes of this group of people had changed.Showing its claws like a wild beast.

……

"I promised you not to cry again. Brother Song, I'm sorry." He Qingqing's eyes were slightly red.

Song Qianji smiled helplessly, every time someone cries, I apologize, but someone apologized first, a child can be taught.

He Qingqing raised her hand to hastily wipe away her tears, her sleeve slipped off, and the red light flashed away.

Ruby beads are more likely to shine when the mood is intense.

The familiar feeling of deja vu made Song Qianji sit up straight in an instant, and grabbed the opponent's wrist: "Where did this thing come from?!"

He Qingqing was taken aback, and took off the red spirit jade rosary: ​​"It's Master Wuxiang, he changed my appearance and gave this as a gift."

Song Qianji touched the rosary and felt a slight shock in his heart: "It's him."

The same engraving brushwork, the same instruments, and Meng Heze's Buddhist beads are also given by nothing.

Wuxiang is known for being compassionate in the Righteous Dao Xianmen, and in his previous life, he was full of the truth of "sweeping the floor and promising the lives of ants in the West", but he couldn't listen to a word.After farming in this life, I wanted to see him, but I never saw him.

"Have you seen that man again? Do you know where he went?"

He Qingqing shook her head: "Master's whereabouts are uncertain. If he hadn't shown himself this time, my master would not have been found."

Song Qianji's face was serious: "It's human nature to seek speed and strength in cultivation, but haste makes waste. This thing is a bit evil. If you have obtained the supporting exercises, you should wait until your heart is stable before practicing. It is best for Nascent Soul after."

When he seldom spoke in such a serious manner, He Qingqing knew that it was of great importance: "I promise you, Senior Brother Song."

Song Qianji smiled: "Zhou Xiaoyun and Ji Xing are about the same age as you, they are both little girls, go play with them."

After he finished speaking, he remembered that He Qingqing is not what it used to be, there are so many people in the Xianyin family to play with her for fun, and there is no need to arrange it by himself.

But He Qingqing obediently agreed: "Okay, Brother Song."

The guests left, and the Song Court returned to silence.

Song Qianji leaned on the recliner alone, his face gradually sank.

In the previous life, there was no such person and face as He Qingqing, and only Miaoyan stood out among the young monks of Xianyinmen.

Not only He Qingqing, but Meng Heze, Ji Chen, and the fate of countless people in Qianqu County have quietly changed. Today, he is unable to predict the future.

What does Master Wuxiang want to do?Was it a coincidence that Meng Heze became the master of the evil way in his previous life?Where is Wei Zhenyu, the savior, at this time?

The autumn wind was suddenly cold, blowing Song Qianji's loose ink hair.Hair fluttered in front of his eyes, and his vision was blurred for a moment.

He felt like he was floating on the Dead Sea, seeing the undulating glaciers and the night mist.

The experience of the previous life and the long river of time that the little black house has seen are nothing but ice edges that surface.

The real iceberg under the water is huge and cold, and it is unknown when it will break out of the water.

……

The Qianqu Plain stretches as far as the eye can see, and the night sky is like a canopy covering the surrounding fields.The galaxy is like a rainbow, falling into the horizon.

The river workers have already finished their work and rested, and the night beside the river is quiet, only the autumn wind whistling.

"It's open and has a good view, and the moon is bigger than Huaweizong's, and it's closer to people." Zhou Xiaoyun asked, "Where's the moon do you like the most?"

Three girls sit side by side on a branch and look at the moon.This is a rare tree with luxuriant foliage within a radius of ten miles.

Because Zhou Xiaoyun and Ji Xing were shaking their legs at the same frequency, the branches swayed, and He Qingqing was forced to do the same.

This experience was too new for her.

Ji Xing raised his head: "I like it. On the first night I came to Qianqu, my brother drove a boat to chase your boat, and the moon accompanied us all the way."

When will the moon be there?

I have looked up countless times in my life, but the moonlight I really remember is only a few nights.

"Miss He, what about you?" Zhou Xiaoyun asked.

He Qingqing thought for a while: "That should be when I was in Huaweizong."

She suddenly thought of Chen Hongzhu's fluttering red dress.

They also counted as basking in the moon at the gate of Song Yuan and blowing the warm wind on a spring night together.

He Qingqing lowered her eyes when she heard that the other party had formed an alchemy, it doesn't matter, I will catch up, sooner or later I will be stronger than her.

Ji Xing clapped his hands: "Then I know! It must be the night you got the leader of the piano test, the moonlight was like a veil, and it was like a dream, right?"

He Qingqing didn't explain, just smiled and said: "The moon was very cold that night."

"No matter how cold it is, now everyone praises you, you are really reborn."

He Qingqing shook her head: "Sometimes when people praise you, they don't really think you are good. It's because you do it for their own benefit. Ridiculousness and criticism are a kind of control, but praise and appreciation also require vigilance."

She thought that Song Qianji would not use any means to set standards and control others, so the girls in Qianqu County didn't understand this.

These two are not like some female cultivators of Xianyinmen who always talk about sisters.But Zhou Xiaoyun has a hearty personality, like an older sister, while Ji Xingtian is naive and more like a younger sister.

Female nuns take care of and help each other, just like them.He Qingqing was a little envious for a while.

Ji Xing pursed his lips: "That's so tiring. Being a monk is already tiring enough, and you have to be vigilant all the time? I was born in the wrong womb. I don't like to practice. I should be a mortal."

"Only mortals have ever wanted to cultivate immortality, and you are the only one who is acting like a good boy!" Zhou Xiaoyun scolded with a smile, "I see it through, you and your brother are the same."

Ji Xing suddenly said loudly: "Why can't I choose by myself? If one day, I won't be bullied and can live a stable and happy life as a mortal, Qianqu is the Qianqu I really want."

He Qingqing just smiled and said nothing.A piece of hibiscus faces the moonlight, seeming to be shining.

Ji Xing was dazzled by this beautiful smile: "Will Miss He stay? We can play together every day. I heard Senior Brother Song say a few days ago that he plans to hire a big housekeeper to handle things other than farming for him. trivial matters, preferably a monk..."

Zhou Xiaoyun reprimanded lightly: "Miss He is the master sister of Xianyinmen, how can she come to Qianqu to take care of common affairs!"

"I won't stay." He Qingqing said calmly.

Watching the moon is nice, eating snacks is nice, having sisters and friends is nice, but that’s not enough.

Qianqu couldn't give her what she wanted.

……

When Meng Heze returned to Qianqu, yellow leaves covered the streets of Tiancheng.

Not long after the treasure ship of Xianyinmen took off, only the beautiful legend of Xianyin Tiannv was left behind.

Meng Heze was dazed all the way, and finally arrived at the Immortal Official's Mansion, and saw a long queue at the gate, winding and twisting, all the way to the end of the street.

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng are maintaining order and registering their names.

"I just went to Huawei Sect. Why is my family turned upside down. What is this for?" Meng Heze asked.

Xu Wangshan: "Brother Song is looking for a housekeeper."

Qiu Dacheng: "The conditions are very complicated. You need to be above the Qi refining stage and below the Jindan stage, you must have mediocre ambitions, you must be patient and careful, and you must be able to understand farming first. Whoever makes Brother Song's reputation spread far and wide, casual cultivators from other counties have rushed to participate in the election." , we have been busy all morning!"

Meng Heze pointed to himself: "I can't do it? Why do you look far away!"

Xu Wangshan patted him on the shoulder: "This is what Brother Song meant. You have to be busy with the hunting team, and Ji Chen needs to build the Qianqu protection array. Don't use your talents too small."

Meng Heze was still about to say something, but there was a low weeping sound not far away, blowing in with the autumn wind.

Xu and Qiu didn't care. Meng Heze, with his keen senses, walked towards the end of the line curiously.

More than a dozen people at the end of the team covered their faces and walked away quickly.

Meng Heze stopped a casual cultivator who had withdrawn from the team: "Fellow Daoist, you have waited in line for so long, why don't you run for the election?"

Sanxiu shook his head with a bitter face: "This fellow Taoist, I want to try it, but look at that kid!"

Meng Heze looked along his fingers, and saw a down-and-out young monk in plain clothes and straw sandals, chatting in the team.

"What's wrong with that kid?"

"Queuing is boring, I wanted to chat casually. But you know what? That fellow Taoist had a rough life, was young, and his family was ruined. Just after worshiping the master, the master was killed by the younger brother. As soon as he appointed a Taoist companion, the quasi-taoist ran away with his brother.

"He escaped to Qianqu alone. No one in the world is more miserable than him. He really wants to enter the Song Academy and see Senior Brother Song. After hearing his story, I really can't bear to fight with him!"

Sanxiu wiped away his tears, waved his sleeves and left.

During the conversation, the downcast young monk cried for three more times, and the team continued to shrink forward.

Meng Heze was shocked: "There are such rough people in the world, poor people."

He approached quietly and listened intently.The voice of complaining seemed to have magical powers, it was never hoarse, it just uttered, but it was even more painful, which made his heart sore.

"Hey, this is selection, not miserable!" Meng Heze grabbed the man's shoulder, "What's your name?"

The young monk let him drag, turned around in a good-tempered manner, and made a slight salute: "My surname is Wei, and the single name is Ping. You are friendly."

"Fellow Daoist Wei Ping, can you cook noodles?" Meng Heze knew that he was impolite, and smoothed the folds of the opponent's collar.

This Wei Ping was simply miserable.

"Cooking noodles?" Wei Ping was taken aback, then nodded with a smile, "I can do a little."

Meng Heze sized him up, and felt that this person was ordinary in every way, his appearance was not amazing, his temperament was restrained, but he was inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

"It doesn't matter if you only know a little bit, just learn. You and me come in with me first. Don't chat with people here, making people cry." Meng Heze muttered, "Why are a group of people crying at the gate of the Xianguan mansion? I know it's sympathy and emotion. , I don’t know, I thought it was a funeral for Song Xianguan.”