salted fish soaring

Chapter 189

Song Qianji chuckled: "You need to look in the mirror, I'll put some rouge and gouache on you, and buy you new clothes, okay?"

"That's not necessary. How can the demeanor of being a teacher be covered by vulgar things! If you don't use makeup, you can still beat that sick and consumptive ghost."

Song Qianji: "If you say a few more words, it's time for us to learn the Ziyun Guan formation!"

Before the words fell, the mountains and forests rustled chaotically, and people came in droves.

Those people were wearing dark purple auspicious cloud Taoist robes, pouring out from all directions, or holding whisks, or array disks.

The expression is dignified, as if facing an enemy.

The two were deeply surrounded, Xian Jianchen was the first to beat him up, pointing at Song Qianji and said: "Look at your crow's mouth, you have become a teacher by making trouble!"

Song Qianji pointed to himself: "Huh? It's me again?"

Xian Jianchen turned his head and shouted: "Xiao Qingwei, where's your master? Why, don't you want to see this deity?"

Chess ghost is old and sick. He has not asked about world affairs for many years and has never seen outsiders. To the Ziyun audience, it is more like a spiritual belief, a hole card that cannot be played.

You know where he is, that's enough.

The leader who really has power is the Qingwei Daoist who inherits the position of Guanzhu.

Song Qianji had dealt with him once in Huawei Sect, and vaguely remembered that the other party was a rigorous and careful monk.

Daoist Qingwei bowed and saluted: "It's difficult to welcome a distinguished guest. Master, he is an old man who is seriously ill. Please forgive me for inconvenient hospitality."

"Don't bother him to make water and tea, I will leave after I see him." Xian Jianchen said in a low tone.

Master Qingwei said solemnly: "Sword God, I, Ziyun, have been watching peace for a long time. In the troubled times, I only want to be wise and safe, and I ask the Sword God not to embarrass us!"

There are no young monks who come forward, and all of them are above the Golden Core Consummation.At this time, although Xian Jianchen's eyes showed fear, no one took a step back!

Song Qianji nodded, and tugged at Xian Jianchen's sleeve: "Understood. Let's leave now."

He can understand the other party's concerns. The news that they went to Ziyun Mountain today cannot be hidden for too long.

Now whoever "harbors" Song Qianji and Xian Jianchen is the enemy of Huawei Sect and the "Righteous Path Immortal Alliance".

The two of them stepped into Ziyun temple and even met with the chess ghost, saying that there was no secret to reach any agreement or plan, who would believe it?

After Xu Yun was promoted to half-step God Transformation, the situation in the comprehension world changed drastically.But Xian Jianchen was seriously injured, and his natal sword was not on his body.It is the best time to avenge a grudge and avenge a grudge.

If Qianqu is defeated, other sects that support Qianqu will inevitably be hit afterwards.

When the chess ghost is around, everything is easy to worry about.If the chess ghost dies, it is really inappropriate for Ziyun Guan to actively participate in the war in the next few years.

Xian Jianchen sneered: "If you drive me away, then I don't even want to leave."

Ziyun Mountain is immersed in the crimson sunset, and the green mountains and forests are as green as a sea of ​​blood.

Cold sweat dripped down on Qingwei's forehead, but he was already prepared: "Sword God, you will be offended if you do this. Please ride on this purple cloud and go down the mountain as soon as possible."

As soon as his words fell, the gust of wind suddenly rose, crushing the colorful clouds.

The purple smoke all over the mountain was suddenly thick, turning into a sea of ​​clouds and surging, and even the grass, trees, rocks, pavilions, and pavilions exuded an indescribable terrifying pressure.

Xian Jianchen laughed loudly: "It's not like I haven't seen the Ziyun Guan formation when I was young!"

As he spoke, he gave Song Qianji a push: "It's your turn, apprentice!"

Song Qianji was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword, but he didn't want to split the flying Ziyun, but wanted to cut Xian Jianchen.

Go to the end of the mainland, everyone just snaps up and breaks up.

"Wait a minute—" a crisp voice sounded.

Deep in the purple mist, a goose-yellow figure rushed out with a skirt in hand, "Let them in."

Daoist Qingwei said helplessly, "Who told you to come?"

The Ziyun audience lost control of the formation and couldn't help being shocked: "Little uncle!"

The purple mist was swept away by the mountain wind, revealing the delicate face of the girl in the yellow shirt.

Li Ying closed the formation: "This is what Master meant."

After finishing speaking, he turned to the visitor: "Master wants to see an old friend. Sword God, King Song, please come with me."

She had a straight back, a serious face, and a businesslike demeanor.

Ziyun's audience bowed to her: "Send my uncle!"

Daoist Qingwei let out a long sigh: "Please, both of you!"

The mountain road is long and the sky is getting dark.A flock of weary crows flies through the sunset.

Kongshan didn't hear birdsong, only the footsteps of the three people echoed.

Li Ying suddenly said: "Senior Brother Song, long time no see. I really didn't expect to see you here today. It is said that you are dead... Cough, I mean, I never, never believed that you were dead. I didn't believe it for a moment. But I'm so happy to see you safe."

Just now she was calm and majestic, but now she was a little incoherent: "I just heard from Senior Brother Qingwei that the sword god has always been alone, and the one who can walk with him must be Song Qianji. I ran to tell Master, and then ran out to meet him." You, your hair may have been messed up by the wind. We are not allowed to fly in Ziyun Mountain, it is really troublesome..."

Xian Jianchen shook his head secretly.

Song Qianji listened patiently, nodding his head from time to time with a "huh".

Li Ying kept talking until she realized she was talking too much: "I've said so much, do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Qianji thought about it seriously: "You have grown taller."

Li Ying immediately relaxed, and whispered: "Things that cannot be seen grow fast."

Song Qianji felt the same: "You are right."

I don't know how the flowers and plants in Songyuan are growing. After a few spring rains, the seeds planted before leaving home have sprouted and sprouted, and the flowers and leaves are luxuriant?

Li Ying didn't know what he was thinking, but he saw a smile in his eyes.

The fragrance of hydrangeas is blown by the evening wind, and the girl's face is dyed red by the sunset.

Xian Jianchen couldn't stand it any longer: "Hey, enough is enough for you, kid!"

Song Qianji felt that he was baffled: "What's wrong with me?"

Xian Jianchen endured it more and more, and said via voice transmission: "I summoned a formation for my master to open, but you summoned a beautiful little girl to lead the way. You have more face than me, and it seems that you have no face as a master."

"..."

Song Qianji thought to himself that sooner or later I will put you into the lotus vat and block your dog's mouth with mud.

Fortunately, Xian Jianchen didn't have to endure it for too long.

Li Ying said to herself: "Why is the road so short today? We obviously haven't said a few words yet."

Xian Jianchen looked around: "Little girl, are we not going to the mountain? It's almost night, isn't your master watching the stars at the top of the mountain?"

"Back to the Sword God, Master moved to live in the valley three years ago. The mountain top is windy and dew heavy, and stargazing is exhausting, so it is not suitable for patients. The valley bottom is warm as spring and the climate is humid. Coupled with the Yunling Array, it can keep the aura strong and lingering. "

"Don't look at the stars anymore." Xian Jianchen said suddenly: "Then do you still drink tea? This season, there is his favorite purple gold jade dew."

Li Ying shook her head: "The Sword God is joking, Zijin Yulu is cold in nature, which is in conflict with the properties of medicine, so it is not advisable to drink too much."

"It's still...you still play chess?"

Li Ying shook her head again: "Playing chess is exhausting, and it's even more exhausting to deduce the chess game. Once you become addicted to chess, just play with a few pieces and let it pass."

Xian Jianchen was speechless for a moment.

Song Qianji had nothing to say.

The mountain road returned to silence.

The setting sun is gorgeous.

Stargazing hurts the eyes, watching chess hurts, and drinking tea hurts the spleen and stomach.

When life comes to an end, whether you love it all your life or not, you will have to part with it one by one.

Song Qianji thought to himself, no matter how bastard Xian Jianchen is, he is still a human being, he is silent, but things hurt his kind?

"It's here." Li Ying was a little reluctant, "Master still has guests today, so I won't send you there. By the way, I forgot to say just now that after Master doesn't drink tea, watch the stars, or play chess, there will be a little New little hobby..."

Li Ying coughed lightly, as if convincing herself: "It's just a little harmless fun."

The valley is quiet and the sun is gradually sinking.

A small bamboo house is covered with sunlight, quietly hidden in the depths of flowers.

Song Qianji took two steps, sensed another powerful aura, and moved his mind slightly.

Is the chess ghost obsessed with reading and writing, self-cultivation?

Xian Jianchen was more sensitive than him, and had already rushed in.Song Qianji was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he nodded to Li Ying and hurried to catch up.

In the small bamboo house, the miserable chess ghost they imagined was slapping the table and screaming:

"I'm a leopard! Didn't expect it, bring it here!"

"Nian fascinated?" Xian Jianchen stopped, his eyes widened, "Sexy? Is it really you?"

The book sage pushed the chips with one hand, and touched the Pai Gow with the other. The old god was there: "You can come today, but the old man can't come?"

The chess ghost stretched out a finger, trembling in a heartbroken attitude: "Song Qianji, you kid really hang out with him? What good did he promise you? Seek skin from a tiger, you!"