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The last ray of golden light of the setting sun disappears between the clouds and mountains.

The darkness flooded over the courtyard wall like a tide. Song Qianji put down the shovel and took a bucket of well water to wash.

After a day of hard work, he moved out an old chair, found the most pleasing place in the yard, and slumped on it confidently.

It is easy to waste time, but the most difficult is to waste time with peace of mind and no burden.

Song Qianji raised his head.The courtyard wall framed the night into a small square, and was covered by the dense branches and leaves of flowers and trees. He could only see the palm-sized starry sky.

The cool wind was priceless, blowing a peach tree outside the courtyard to rustle and blowing his loose hair.

"Move this tree to the side tomorrow, and buy some vegetable seedlings. Which varieties are better to feed?"

When people rushed into the small courtyard through the night, they saw Song Qianji with disheveled hair, wearing a loose old robe, pulling cloth shoes, leaning on the back of the chair to enjoy the cool.

The whole person is so idle, like a lazy cat without bones.

This time, the gamecocks turned into a swarm of headless flies, buzzing around the old chair:

"He won't care about Brother Meng's life or death! What should we do?"

"It was Song Luo who said that Senior Brother Meng was in danger, but he was right in the end. Maybe he also knew how to resolve it."

"Shut up." Zhou Xiaoyun stopped everyone, walked up to Song Qianji, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Brother Meng has been escorted to the Discipline Hall. Have you thought about it a long time ago? What else do you know?"

They shouldn't have come, but when things happened suddenly, everyone lost their minds, and inexplicably remembered Song Qianji's appearance of being as stable as Mount Tai.

By the time they reacted, everyone was already standing in the courtyard.

Song Qianji frowned.

There are thousands of Taoisms and laws in the realm of comprehension, which are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke.

However, basic skills such as light body technique and breath restraint technique can be practiced by all schools, and the beginning of practice is similar with minor differences.

What he taught Meng Heze was only more subtle than that taught by Hua Weizong, not evil magic skills.

It stands to reason that Meng Heze must at least break through the foundation building before he can practice to the second level, and the two kinds of exercises can distinguish the obvious advantages and disadvantages.

There is only one possibility for showing up so early: a strong man with great eyesight and a penchant for studying saw Meng Heze's moves, and the battle makes people explode their potential, Meng Heze has improved too fast.

With Meng Heze's talent, is the result of the spiritual root test really accurate at the beginning? He should have directly entered the inner door. Could it be that someone deliberately let him enter the outer door?

It's like someone deliberately gave him ruby ​​beads.

Was falling off the cliff and not dying also within that person's expectation?

Who was the real culprit in the tragedy of the Meng family in the previous life?

Meng Heze finally became an evil Buddha. It seemed that every step he took was a desperate act to survive, but was there a hand behind him pushing him?

Song Qianji suddenly realized that even if he was reborn, even if he saw the fragments of the long river of time, he still didn't fully understand the world and the fate of others.

There are still many secrets and many hidden feelings, like grass snakes and gray lines, stretching thousands of miles.

While Song Qianji was thinking, the voices in the small courtyard gradually fell silent.

Seeing that his brows and eyes were cold, as if he was indifferent, everyone couldn't help but their hearts sank.

"Senior brother Meng gave you half his life in exchange for the chance to enter the inner sect. Are you doing nothing like this now? The precept hall said that he practiced other sects of martial arts privately, and he should be dealt with according to the sect's rules, and he should be expelled from the mountain." Go!" Zhou Xiaoyun was emotional.

Song Qianji raised his eyes suddenly: "Say it again."

"No matter how interrogated, he will not answer..."

"The last four words!"

"Go down the mountain."

Song Qianji stood up suddenly, and the old chair fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into pieces.

Downhill!

There is such a good thing in the world!

"Hey, where are you going?" Zhou Xiaoyun suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of her.

"The Hall of Discipline!"

Everyone hurriedly chased out of the courtyard, and saw that under the dark night, Song Qianji's sleeves were blowing wind, and the figure was far away, only a voice floated: "You are ready to pick him up."

"Song Luo really has a way to save Brother Meng?"

"Could it be that this person has a cold face and a warm heart. Have we misunderstood him?"

Zhou Xiaoyun: "The two of you go to the medical hall to borrow a stretcher, and the others will follow me outside the Discipline Hall first!"

A group of fighting cocks revived and set off aggressively.

***

The door of the Discipline Hall was closed tightly, and two bright yellow lamps were lit at the door, which was very eye-catching in the night.

Meng Heze was in the limelight today, whether he hated him, admired him, or wanted to watch him have fun, the outer disciples refused to leave easily, and they all gathered outside the hall to discuss.

Some people bought supper for supper, so that the law enforcement hall disciples could not rest, and they wore vermilion armbands at night to maintain order.

Song Qianji finally squeezed through the packed crowd, but was stopped outside the door:

"Cases are tried in the hall, idlers stop."

Song Qianji had no choice but to report his family name.

The saber disciple stared at him for a moment, then suddenly shouted: "It's you! You are the one who was carried in the sedan chair during the day!"

Song Qianji choked speechlessly against the surprised gazes around him: "...it's a reclining chair."

"You can't get in." Suddenly someone said, "I'll take you in."

Song Qianji turned his head and saw Zhao Yuping walking slowly from the shadow under the eaves.

He smiled: "Thank you for waiting for me for a long time."

Zhao Yuping also smiled subtly: "It's not hard."

When the two crossed the threshold, only each other could hear their voices.

"You two are really brothers, and you are heroes to each other. But can you save him?"

"Let me try."

"Last time I saved him and broke his arm, what are you going to break this time?"

"do not know."

They walked into the brightly lit trial hall, and Song Qianji saluted the elders in the interrogation seat.

I can only cut my own life.Zhao Yuping thought to himself.

Meng Heze knelt in a shallow pool of blood.

All the wounds from day-to-day fighting burst open, making him look like a bloody gourd.

Song Qianji glanced at him.

I saw his head drooping on his chest, without any response.

Meng Heze lost too much blood today.

He started to feel very cold, his teeth chattered, his bones froze, only the string of red jade Buddha beads on his wrist was faintly warm.

His consciousness drifted, thinking of his hometown and the moon thousands of miles away, and thinking of his parents at home.

He knew that he might not be able to resist this test.

Fortunately, I had a good time before I died.

It's better to die on the happiest day of your life than to die at the bottom of a cliff without a name.

In his drowsiness, he heard a familiar voice intermittently:

"...I taught it. He didn't know what he was practicing."

"...This matter has nothing to do with him, the disciple is willing to take responsibility."

"...I'm here to plead guilty, and I'm willing to be driven down the mountain, but I still have something to say."

The sound was like lightning bolts, finally splitting the night in front of me.

Brother Song!

Meng Heze suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw Song Qianji standing in front of him.

The thin figure blocked all eyes and glare from the lights.

Like a small tree struggling to stretch its branches and leaves, it shelters the flowers and plants under the tree from the wind and rain.

"The disciples learned these exercises because of a great adventure. This matter is of great importance, so I can't talk about it here." Song Qianji said.

"Presumptuous, this is the trial hall, you don't say it here, what else do you want to say!"

"The disciple wants to see the real master."

Elder Liu, who was in charge of the commandment hall, asked angrily, showing his coercion. Hearing Song Qianji's words, he suddenly laughed: "Who are you seeing? Did I hear correctly?"

The other Discipline Hall disciples also laughed.

Song Qianji repeated calmly: "The disciple wants to see the real master."

Wanting to see changed to want to see, he even changed a word.