Wuxiang's eyes turned to the closed door.

When he passed by the two of them, he patted Wei Ping's shoulder, with a very light force, as if he encouraged his younger generation.

"Brother Song!"

"Song Qianji!"

The pressure on his body disappeared, Ji Chen and Wei Ping spoke at the same time, and were very happy.

The north wind eases slightly, and the flowers and trees stop again.

Wuxiang Station, raising your hand to push it, first report to yourself:

"I am visiting late at night just to see Song Shi's eyes!"

The sound is vigorous and shaking, like the bells and bells of ancient temples.

"What's wrong?" said the person inside, "As long as the mage doesn't regret it."

No face lowered his eyes, his lips slightly ‌.

Wei Ping didn't know what mantra he chanted silently, nor did he know why Song Qianji said "regret". He felt that the door panel was extremely thin and crisp, and it was about to burst and hurt the people in the house.

Wuxiang opened his eyes, and the red light flashed through his eyes and sank into the depths of his eyes.

"Song Shi‌, I am..."

"Squeak!"

Before he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened from inside, like a huge black hole in the mouth.

Ji Chen was about to meet him, but he saw the old monk's body trembling, as if he was severely injured.

Wuying's pupils were dissipated, and he took ten steps in a row and retreated back to his original position.

I hurriedly closed my eyes, but two tears fell, and it was blood.

Ji Chen was shocked: "This..."

Wei Ping murmured: "He opened his eyes!"

Ziyun Temple has the "Qi-Looking Technique" to open the sky eye. The Buddhist sect is called "Xi-Eye", which can observe the fortune of monks and vaguely see the fragments of the past and the future.

"Looking at Song Shi's eyes" is naturally not about looking at Zhang's simple appearance.

Wei Ping didn't know if Wuxiang regretted it tonight, but he guessed that the other party was feeling uncomfortable and couldn't help but secretly.

The old monk's voice trembled slightly: "So that's it, so that's it..."

People walked out of the room, walked through the shadow of the eaves, and stood like snow under the moonlight.

Song Qianji asked Wei Ping, Ji Chen: "Is it okay?"

The two shook their heads.

Wuxiang opened his eyes, folded his hands together, his eyes were turbid and dull: "Song Shi, I've been disturbed so much, so I've said goodbye."

Song Qianji didn't know what the other party saw. But when he looked at him, he was almost blinded by the rolling black smoke around him.

He was never afraid of people watching.

Wuxiang didn't see the appearance of Song Qianji clearly, and he could only see the outline of the Taoist human figure.

The man's whole body was extremely bright, like a burning fire. The brilliant gold was mixed with purple lightning, which was the residual power of the thunder tribulation.

His eyes were as sharp as thousands of gold needles, and his eyes were already injured.

It is not like this in normal times. Tonight, the Song submarine aircraft has just broken through, and the luck is in full swing and the thunder and fire has not yet been extinguished.

He shouldn't have watched it.

The guest had already said goodbye, but Song Qianji refused to let him go: "Master, can you give me a chance? "

Wuxiang was stunned and shook his head: "I have just seen it, you and I have no fate."

Song Qianji sighed: "What a pity."

Wuxiang stared at him with turbid eyes: "Song Shi's luck is so strong that he has no other fortune in the world, and he has his own fortune in his destiny."

Song Qianji was polite and polite: "You are so polite."

While the two of them were talking, Wuxiang had already left at the gate of Songyuan. Song Qianji said, "It's too late tonight, no guests are left, so you can come often if you have nothing to do."

After someone walked out of the Immortal Official's Mansion, Ji Chen couldn't help it anymore: "Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qianji: "I'm fine."

Wei Ping: "What's wrong with this monk?"

Song Qianji hesitated: "He practiced the correct way of Buddhism, and he did not have any evil in his body."

He couldn't figure out the other party's background. Even with the blessing of the Songyuan Formation, he would not be able to keep this person tonight.

Wuxiang looked unchanged from his previous life, and he looked kind and kind, as if he was about to talk to him about life and Buddhism.

No matter how long the world is, the memory of the world is, there is no such person.

For example, he had never seen Meng Heze or He Qingqing, and would also be regarded as a respected wizard.

Song Qianji suddenly remembered: "Where is the assassin of heaven?!"

He entered the Immortal Spring to create the realm of the realm. From day to night, he woke up and met Wuxiang to visit him. After all this time, Lin Feiyuan wouldn't be dead, right?

"Assassin" came out, Wei Ping felt a little nervous and lowered his head and said, "I have been fed medicine next to me, but the person is not dead."

Song Qianji felt relieved: "You have been busy all day long, go back to rest."

Ji Chen said happily: "Okay, Brother Song is in danger today, and we will celebrate with hot pot tomorrow?"

Wei Ping was worried: "Mr. Song, the assassin is dangerous and has ulterior motives, I want to stay and guard."

Song Qianji: "No need."

Wei Ping had no confidence to insist: "The assassin is sinister and cunning, and he is good at sowing discord. Don't listen to his nonsense. It's better to post him with Zhang Jinyan's talisman."

Song Qianji just said: "Go back."

...

"If you want to kill, you need to scrape it, be quicker." Lin Feiyuan leaned against the wall and said to the person entering the door.

Although he was seriously injured, he was awake and could hear the quietness in the yard just now.

I thought that outsiders were in trouble and there was a fierce battle in Songyuan, so I might escape in the chaos.

But Song Qianji woke up, and did not show his weapons and did not use any moves, and inexplicably resolved the crisis.

"Extremely hypocritical!" Lin Feiyuan heard Song Qianji say "It's a pity" and "come often if you have nothing to do", and could almost imagine the false and disgusting appearance on the other person's face.

According to his experience, such people are as vicious and dirty as they are when they are closed.

Song Qianji is now closed.

The moonlight was blocked outside the door, the candlelight was dim and the figures were blurred.

Only the echoes of footsteps in the empty room were heard, and Lin Feiyuan was unwilling to admit his fear. He thought, if I am lucky enough to die tonight, I will have a chance to serve a hundred times in the future.

Song Qianji squatted down, Lin Feiyuan looked at his face up close, and found that there was no murderous aura in his eyes.

Song Qianji untied the trapped formation and helped him up. He broke Ji Chen and set up a small formation, only need a finger.

Lin Feiyuan's arms shattered, but she seemed to be in pain:

"Song Xianguan, I forgot to congratulate you on breaking through the Nascent Soul. If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune. You should offer me."

Song Qianji did not speak, and then took the pulse and sent spiritual energy to sort out the chaotic spiritual energy in his body.

Lin Feiyuan's face was even worse: "You are going to sing the sing the sing the sing the sing the sing the sing the sing the sing the sing the sing the sing? Didn't Wei Ping leave?"

After the spiritual energy was cleared, Song Qianji applied the other party to the injury medicine, tied up his arms, and sealed the large acupoints around his body. In this way, the serious injury of mortals had almost no lethality.

"Recover your injuries." Song Qianji said before leaving, "You can't get out of this yard."

Lin Feiyuan didn't fall asleep all night. He didn't know what Song Qianji wanted to do, he suspected that the medicine was poisonous.

Or Song Qianji wants to cure him and hit him again.

Then Tian Weiping boiled the medicine as usual, and Song Qianji brought the medicine in.

Lin Feiyuan coldly: "What are you trying to be a dog when Song Xianguan is so hypocritical? Wei Ping is not good at being a dog for you, so I hope I can be a dog too?"

He was still arrogant, as if he had never been beaten.

As long as you have a little bit of aura, monks can't bear it.

Song Qianji was not angry, but was helpless: "Do you have to talk to me like this?"

Lin Feiyuan exaggeratedly: "No, Song Xianguan, you want to hear it nicely? I charge money to kill people, not to charge money to sell arts!"

Song Qianji whispered to himself: "It's my fault, I should have known it long ago..."

If I had known that a dog could not spit out ivory, what would you do to do with this?

Lin Feiyuan is not Meng Heze Weiping, nor Ji Chen, so it is impossible for him to speak human language.
To be continued...