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"How do we get in?" Wei Ping pointed to the gate of the mansion, which was crowded with people.

Meng Heze patted his chest: "Go through the back door and follow me closely."

Wei Ping praised as he walked: "Senior brother, you must always be by Song Xianguan's side, and you are most trusted by him!"

These words made Meng Heze feel at ease, and he was happier than others who praised him for his good swordsmanship.

The boy smiled against the sun and showed eight white teeth, each full of confidence:

"Senior Brother Song and I have known each other since we were young. We have experienced life and death together. The brotherhood is so strong that no one else can compare. By the way, my name is Meng Heze."

Wei Ping lowered his head and smiled: "I know."

Meng Heze, Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator, leader of the martial arts test at the Dengwen Conference, and leader of the Qianqu Hunting Team.

The warning from the visitor on a rainy night flashed through his mind like a bright lightning:

"Meng Heze's swordsmanship is not as powerful as yours, but when Song Qian has the opportunity to stab, as long as Meng Heze is by his side, he will have an extra life."

The Xianguan Mansion is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, but the Song Academy is remote and quiet.

Before entering the rich family, first smell the fragrance of flowers.

Wei Ping's posture is upright, but his eyebrows are lowered, his eyes are only fixed on his feet, and he doesn't look around randomly, which makes Meng Heze more satisfied:

"Senior Brother Song, I brought someone with me. See if you can be the housekeeper! His name is Wei Ping, during the Qi refining period..."

"Be careful where you step." A faint voice suddenly sounded.

Meng Heze stopped, avoiding the wriggling earthworms on the path.

Wei Ping looked up.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of soft cloth shoes.Most of the cultivators in the cultivation world wear cloud-walking boots, and the hem of their clothes drags on the ground, always covering the boots.

Then there is the mud-stained hem of the clothes, which is plain in style, without extra patterns or runes.This is even more different from the famous monks.

Further up is Song Qianji's sharp profile.

To his surprise, Song Qianji had handsome features, a clear face, and a handsome face. With this face, he should be cold and arrogant, but this person has a gentle temperament and a shallow smile.

Wei Ping was stunned.

"It looks familiar, I must have seen him! Where is it?"

His thoughts raced, but he had no clue.

The autumn wind blows, and the white chrysanthemum shakes.

The man was squatting on the ground to pick up earthworms, picked them up from the path, and put them back in the field.

Wei Ping was stunned.

Song Qianji raised his eyes, and the clear sunlight streamed down on the thick and curly eyelashes:

"You are a monk, why do you want to come to the Song Academy as a housekeeper?"

"He had a miserable life experience, and now he has nowhere to go." Meng Heze answered quickly.

"Xiao Meng, I'm asking him."

Meng Heze knew he had made a slip of the tongue: "Yes, brother."

"I, my family was ruined, my master died, my teacher was separated, my Taoist companion ran away with others, and I have no ambitions in life." Wei Ping came back to his senses, and blurted out the story he had told a hundred times.

Song Qianji shook his head: "Not right."

Meng Heze thought to himself, those who lined up outside the door, who knows where they came from, at least Wei Ping brought them in by himself.He winked at Weiping:

"Senior Brother Song, give him a chance first. Xiaowei, go to the kitchen."

What are you doing in the kitchen?Song Qianji was puzzled.Meng Heze pestered him and said, "Senior Brother Song, when I went to Huawei Sect this time, I met a lot of new outer disciples..."

Wei Ping took the opportunity to go to the kitchen.Look at flower stands, vegetable fields, water tanks, and things that ordinary people can't see.

Song Yuan's formation method is not the most precise, like a beginner's handwriting.

However, the base and materials of the formation are extremely solid, and precious materials are piled up without hesitation, making this formation very powerful, one blow can kill the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Ji Chen, the leader of the book test, failed in learning talismans, but he is actually a genius in learning formations. Even if he is not by Song Qianji's side, his formations must be there."

Wei Ping felt a headache and stroked his bangs on his forehead.

Song Qianji is hard to kill.But who makes money hard to earn and shit hard to eat.

When the atmosphere of the chat was just right, Wei Ping walked out of the kitchen with a food box, and Meng Heze made chrysanthemum tea: "Your fellow Daoist Wei is not as skilled as me, brother, please take care of me."

Song Qianji's eyes darkened, and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

"Brother please." Wei Ping said.

But he saw that the carved food box had three layers, which were opened layer by layer, like a lotus flower blooming.Wei Ping flipped his hands, taking out porcelain plates and cups one after another.

Stir-fried pork with lotus vegetables, roasted chicken with chestnuts, braised pagoda meat in soy sauce, cold chayote, golden anchovy shrimp...all of them are bright in color and fragrant.

"Candied fruit, melon seeds and peanuts, seasonal fruit platter, three cold and three hot, meat with vegetarian, I call it, Songyuan Jiugongge." Wei Ping bowed slightly.

Meng Heze's eyes popped out quickly: "This..."

No way, I grabbed a random one on the street, and I caught a cook?

I want you to cook a bowl of noodles, and you post Jiugongge as soon as you come?

Meng Heze: "Where did you get all these things?"

Wei Ping took it for granted: "The plate comes with it. The vegetables are picked in the yard, and they are very fresh."

Song Qianji asked curiously, "What else did you bring?"

"Twenty kinds of seasonings, thirty kinds of flower seedlings, forty kinds of seeds, compass tape measure, high branch pruning shears, pruning shears, etc. fifty kinds of tools. I have no other skills, but I know a little about sweeping and dusting, cooking and soup, and planting flowers. Planting grass, washing clothes and tailoring clothes, repairing tiles in the house, raising chickens in the field, knowing a little about the etiquette of the stars, geology and climate, building mountains and bridges..."

Meng Heze could no longer hear the words that followed.

He felt dizzy and couldn't stand upright.

Fortunately, he was helped by Song Qianji.

Meng Heze gritted his teeth: "You really came prepared."

Song Qianji still didn't make a statement, and seemed to be thinking.

Seeing this, Wei Ping withdrew his smile, frowned slightly, his eyes turned lightly, and he burst into tears instantly:

"I have encountered a catastrophe, and I am disheartened, and I have no intention of cultivating. If Senior Brother Song doesn't take me in, I can only wander in the sky, I don't know where I will die..."

Meng Heze said angrily: "I'm warning you, don't sell yourself miserably, my senior brother is famously cold-hearted and selfless, he won't accept your tricks!"

Song Qianji picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

He ate slowly, chewing each bite carefully.

There are many types of dishes and small portions, and the presentation is exquisite, so that there will be no waste.

When he put down his chopsticks, Meng Heze handed over the handkerchief out of habit, but Wei Ping took the lead.

A warm, wet towel wiped the corners of Song Qianji's mouth and between his fingers.

Wei Ping stared at those hands.

Song Qianji's face is not only like a jade crown, but his white fingers are also carved like jade, the joints are like bamboo joints, and the nails are covered with a layer of light pink. Anyone who looks at it will find it hard to believe that these are a pair of farming hands.

It should be born to pick up chess pieces, hold a writing brush, or hold a sword.

Wei Ping blinked lightly, his eyelashes cut off the autumn wind.

The warning from the visitor on a rainy night sounded again:

"No one has ever seen Song Qianji make a move with his own eyes. So no one knows what skills he practices and what killer moves he has."

After wiping his hands with a wet towel, a dry silk handkerchief was presented.Wei Ping asked with a smile:

"Song Xianguan, are you still used to it? I can also make fifty kinds of dim sum. Do you like sweet or salty?"

Song Qianji leaned on the recliner, lazily basking in the sun with squinted eyes, like a big cat with no bones after eating and drinking:

"It sounds awkward to call Xianguan, why don't you go with Xiaomeng and the others and call me—"

Meng Heze knew that the general situation was over: "We call you brother because we are used to it in Huawei Sect. Fellow Daoist Wei is new here, how can he call you brother? I can't call him brother."

Song Qianji was taken aback.What happened to Meng Heze today?Usually the most accommodating amount.

Without waiting for him to think about it, Wei Ping answered immediately: "It's okay. Calling a fairy official is too unfamiliar, and calling a senior brother is too close relatives, so I'll call you sir." He smiled, "Mr. Song."

This address was dignified and decent, but when he yelled it out, Meng Heze could hear a hint of intimacy and narrowness, and he clenched his fists angrily.

Pian Song Qianji didn't notice anything: "Follow you. I just came here today, let Xiaomeng show you around. Xiaomeng, take care of the new junior brother."

"Okay." Meng Heze took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

He hooked Wei Ping's shoulder, and the two left side by side like good brothers.

As soon as he left the back door of the Immortal Mansion, Meng Heze immediately changed his face, grabbed Wei Ping's collar with his left hand, threw it against the wall, and laid the long sword across the opponent's throat with his right hand:

"Are you kidding me? You just said you know a little bit?!"

He struck quickly and powerfully, Wei Ping's feet were almost off the ground, his Adam's apple was pressed against the cold scabbard, but he was not angry, he just held Meng Heze's sword hand with a smile:

"Cooking noodles, you can only do a little, but cooking, you can get a lot."

Meng Heze was shocked, and flung his hand away.He panted violently, like an angry beast, squeezed out a warning from between his teeth, and squeezed it into the ear of the other party:

"What's your origin, I'll find out as soon as I check it out, you better not let me get caught! Otherwise, I can't spare you!"

Wei Ping smiled and touched his ears nonchalantly.

Meng Heze's eyes were red, he gave him one last look, and flung his sleeves away.

Wei Ping saluted his back and said loudly: "Brother Meng, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the gate of the mansion.It was clear that Meng Heze only took him through once, but he knew the way very well:

"Qianqu County, Song Qianji, oh, interesting."

In the Song courtyard, Song Qianji patted the armrest of the reclining chair and murmured, "Wei Ping, which word is Wei?"