Wei Ping took a deep breath. Not to mention three days, he wished Lin Feiyuan would disappear immediately.

"Let's have a meal." Butler Wei smiled, opened the food box, and was busy skillfully.

Thin slices of meat, wash and cut into pieces of vegetables, and place a small bowl of four dipping sauce on the table.

The charcoal stove rack, the copper pot of white soup boiled. Four people sat around the table, covered by the steaming warm white mist.

Song Qianji saw Lin Feiyuan being honest and tore off the forbidden talisman behind him.

Lin Feiyuan copied the chopsticks, but stared at Song Qian's noodles and ingredients bowl: "You change with me!"

Song Qianji looked puzzled.

Lin Feiyuan pushed his bowl over and said with confidence: "I want to eat yours."

Ji Chen collapsed his face and showed no displeasure: "Brother Song doesn't kill you, it's him who is kind and kind to heal you and provide you with food and drink. Are you so embarrassed to be troublesome?"

Wei Ping sent a voice to angrily: "Eat your own, I didn't poison it!"

Lin Feiyuan was indifferent. He didn't believe in Wei Ping, and knocked on the chopsticks and said, "Yes, Song Xianguan is the most kind in the world. I am troublesome, but I am troublesome."

Wei Ping suddenly slapped the table, and the stone table was full of delicacies. Only Lin Feiyuan sipped the ingredients and bowls of Feifei: "It's so troublesome and I don't deserve to eat."

The small celadon bowl was swept into the air by Ji Chen's chopsticks and violently pressed towards Lin Feiyuan's face.

Lin Feiyuan's arms were injured, and there was no need to exert any spiritual energy. In the flash of lightning, he had to bow his waist and lean back.

He knew that he could not avoid it, and his eyes suddenly burst into tears and half of his white robe sleeves were crossed.

Song Qianji steadily cut through the material bowl from mid-air, as if it was given to him by someone else's hands.

"Eat." He pushed his bowl towards Lin Feiyuan, his eyes swept over Wei Ping and Ji Chen, "It's all the same."

No one's family makes a fight at the dinner table.

After the meat was boiled, Lin Feiyuan took the lead in picking up the chopsticks, dipped it in a bowl, and chewed it in a big mouthful.

He suddenly became stunned, looked at Wei Ping, and slowly laughed out loud and said, "This bowl is different!"

Wei Ping's hairyness: "Stop your mouth!"

"Tsk, the fragrance of the century-old red mountain zhi, I guess it is dried and ground into powder and mixed with juice."

"Ah, South China Sea tiger-head abalone, stir-fry sauce and then chop it into pieces, and spread it finely on the bottom of the bowl."

"There are white jade spirit mushrooms, night star nectar..." Lin Feiyuan seemed to grab Wei Ping's tail and exaggeratedly said: "It's so luxurious, delicacies, and a bowl of dipping sauce that seems the same, but is actually particularly precious. No wonder Song Xianguan doesn't fast. He can eat like this every day, so a fool will not eat it."

Wei Ping smiled innocently at Song Qianji: "It's all bargains on the street, and Fellow Daoist Lin tasted the wrong thing."

While transmitting a voice, threatened: "Shut up, otherwise it depends on who you and me will die first!"

Lin Feiyuan was arrogantly eating meat, and picked up food for Song Qianji: "Everyone eats it. Why are you doing when Fellow Daoist Ji stood there?"

Song Qianji glanced at him indifferently and said nothing blamed. Lin Feiyuan knew the meaning of the look.

——It is nothing more than a forbidden talisman.

He snorted and stopped talking.

A hot pot meal was finally finished safely.

Lin Feiyuan is like a explosion talisman that can be detonated at any time.

Wei Ping wanted to stay and stare, but the investigation of suspicious people in Qianqu was carried out until the last round. The temple detained spies from all forces and waited for him to interrogate.

Ji Chen wants to strengthen the old formation and choose a few lucky spies to experiment with the new formation, neither of them can stay.

‌There is a idler who is swaying and occupying the magpie's nest, observing the formation of Songyuan everywhere.

Song Qianji didn't say anything empty-handed, he really couldn't get out of the yard at the moment.

The formations of most monks' caves are set to be at room temperature all seasons, without cold or heat, and without dust.

The Song Academy formation is different. In the eyes of ordinary monks, it is a dragon, pond, tiger's den, wind, snow, rain and dew are unobstructed.

Occasionally, a thin wild cat jumps out along the base of the wall, jumps over the roof, and climbs over the wall.

After seeing the Songyuan Formation, Lin Feiyuan looked at Song Qianji again.

He wanted to know what evil magic Song Qianji practiced. But Song Qianji did not practice swords or meditate at all, and did nothing about cultivation all day long.

These "nothing things" made Lin Feiyuan extremely uncomfortable.

He was older than Song Qianji, and had seen many young monks. The new assassin who had just entered the industry was not old. He always said that "there are all small things except life and death in the world." He seemed to be cold and powerful.

After working for a long time, I was numb to kill, and my head was hung on the hilt of the knife, even life and death were trivial matters.

Lin Feiyuan made careful arrangements during assassination, and calculated the last level one by one.

In addition to business, he was used to living a casual life, listening to a few songs and cutting a few new clothes, as if his life was not worthy of being too useful.

There is nothing trivial in Songyuan.

Song Qianji used all his thoughts on doing everything.

After dinner, he stood under the plum blossom tree, basking in the clear winter sunshine, and lifted a small pot. Lin Feiyuan was using his skills and quietly went to the ground.

‌Snow water melted, and it was crystal clear and dripped from the edge of the plum petal into the mouth of the bottle, with a crisp sound.

Lin Feiyuan asked: "What's the use of this?"

"Buy tea." Song Qianji replied.

"What's this for now?"

"Pick the students who will be broadcast next year."

Lin Feiyuan couldn't help asking, "Isn't it all the same?"

"Different." Song Qianji said: "There are good people with full particles and no scars. If you want to learn, I can teach you. Look at this one, there is a shrunk in the middle..."

Lin Feiyuan: "Who wants to learn this?!"

Song Qianji continued to fiddle with the boy on the table: "Besides killing, you always have to learn something else."

"I can't use any other skills except killing people!" Lin Feiyuan sneered, "I think you're sick."

If it weren't for the injury, he wanted to carry Song Qianji's collar and shout:

You are the youngest Nascent Soul in the world, with a talent that surpasses Midnight Manjushri, and is close to Xian Jianchen.

You are the master of Qianqu County, your enemies are sharpening their knives, how many people are staring at you and wanting to kill you, what are you doing all day long?

Song Qian Ji Station: "You are sick. It's time for you to take medicine."

Soon, he brought the medicine bowl from the kitchen.

Lin Feiyuan turned her head away in disgust.

Song Qianji: "I just survived, not Wei Ping."

Lin Feiyuan lowered her eyes.

The black medicine soup swayed gently, reflecting his shadow.

“What?”

‌What are you treating me, what are you not killing me, what are you not asking me.

It seemed that the assassination on the field melted with the heavy snow, leaving no trace.

Song Qianji didn't understand: "Wei Ping'er, you are unwilling to drink."

"I, I..." Lin Feiyuan wanted to say something, but saw Song Qianji raise his hand.

Familiar poses.

He was furious in an instant: "I will do it myself! Can I do it myself?"

The strong man, with a click, took off his chin and filled medicine with tons of medicine, and pushed it back with a click.

Song Qianji was speechless and couldn't help reminding him when he closed the bowl: "...Since you are here, just open your mouth."

Lin Feiyuan was silent for a moment and kicked the bamboo fence: "It's all your fault for your broken yard, I'm living in a crazy place!"

Song Qianji is welcome, and a ban talisman is pasted on his back.

Lin Feiyuan opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound, glaring at him angrily.

Look at him, narcissus, prune branches and build fences.

A day passed quietly, and before I could see the moon rising to the west building, the lights were dim.

For Lin Feiyuan, this day passed too slowly and too fast.

Weiping came to make midnight snacks at night, and the fragrant plum blossom glutinous rice cakes were skewed on bamboo sticks, covered with honey and nuts.

Wei Ping personally took one and handed it to Lin Feiyuan, and sent a message: "At three o'clock tomorrow night, three birds singing letters."

Lin Feiyuan likes sweet mouths and is reluctant to throw them away.

He broke off half of it and attracted the thin cat cat in the corner: "You eat it first."

Not dead. Lin Feiyuan smiled and stuffed his other half of the cake into his mouth with satisfaction.
To be continued...