The wind whimpered on the Broken Cliff.

The ice wheels hang on the swaying trees, and Manjushri is silent in midnight.

He had such a cold face, as if he was about to take a knife at any time. With two scholars named Qingzhai, Zi Mo couldn't help but feel worried.

Song Qianji was not afraid at all, and even smiled eagerly:

"No one knows anyone in this world. As long as you want, we will know each other. I can introduce myself."

When he said it, he fell to the ground and almost splashed snow waves.

Meng Heze thought to himself, why is Senior Brother Song so abnormal tonight?

Do you have to be unable to get along with Midnight Manjushri?

Ji Chen thought that these two people had no grievances and no grudges. Brother Song regarded his reputation as a cloud, and he would never be a stingy person. Could it be that... because of Fairy Qingqing?!

Yes, how could I forget her? Miss Chen is sorry. It turns out that Brother Song still has Miss He in his heart!

Ji Chen couldn't help but smile, Meng Heze pressed the sword with his right hand, poked him with his left hand, and sent a angrily voice warning:

"At this critical moment, are you still thinking about it?! The opposite side is about to draw its sword!"

Mid-ye Manjushri finally spoke and asked, "What sword are you practicing?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "I don't need a sword."

Mid-ye Manjushu looked at him with a faint look, but his tone was serious: "No, you use a sword."

Song Qianji was silent for a moment, without lying or perfunctory: "‌, I used to use a sword!"

"Where is the sword?!" Midnight Manjushri said.

Qingzhai, Zi Mo suddenly felt excited. As long as the guy named Song answered, his yard supervisor would definitely say "draw your sword."

When two tigers meet, they will fight for a king. If you dare to provoke face-to-face, "suppress the realm, half a step away from you", you will let him see how powerful it is.

"The sword is..." Song Qianji wanted to say "the sword is in his heart". The pure bottle in the purple mansion was shocked and reminded him that now he is only the immortal spring, "The sword is in the pawnshop, I'll do it."

Midnight Manjushri's face changed slightly.

The night wind whistled, blowing his black clothes to flew.

Song Qianji suddenly felt injustice under the other party's stern gaze.

His fighting spirit was interrupted and he must have felt uncomfortable, so he had to lower his head and pull the tassels on the sleeve of the dress:

"Don't we discuss the matter of communicating information? What's the point of getting involved?"

Ji Chen curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "If it weren't for the sword to replace Lu Yi, how could you, the Nascent Soul Man?"

"Xiao Ji!" Song Qianji shouted in a low voice, "Don't be fooled."

Midnight Manjushri had already heard it: ""

At the News Conference, He Qingqing played "The Song of Wind and Snow" to help him make a breakthrough.

Midnight Manjushri once heard that He Qingqing got a piano given by someone else, and then she had a shocking song.

"‌I." Song Qianji had no choice but to nod.

The lights were on not far away, and the sound of snow being trampled was particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

‌The patrol disciples of the Huaweizong Law Enforcement Hall will patrol here.

Mid-ye Manjushu said lightly: "Goodbye."

He turned and left.

The scholar in Qingyi and Ziyi was hurriedly following.

Qingzhai said angrily: "Why should we tolerate him when he teases people like this?!"

Zi Mo advised: "When you are a guest at Huaweizong, you will not be able to see blood when you are a wedding banquet. The senior brother of the hospital supervisor puts the overall situation first."

Mid-ye Manjushu said calmly: "He has no malice."

The two of them looked back and saw Song Qianji standing there waving goodbye.

No malicious intentions, what does it mean?

It happened that his shout came along the Ye Feng: "Fellow Daoist Midye, see you tomorrow!"

"Wearing a dress is not like a serious monk, but he is full of the turbid air of a casual cultivator." Qingzhai even more angry: "What kind of chess and books are so great, elegant, indifferent and peaceful, all fake, he is just a scoundrel who is pestering! He is dedicated to his work, either a traitor or a thief, don't be confused by him!"

Zi Mo: "The scoundrel is a little bit, maybe he is still perverted. I heard that he caught the assassin and refused to kill him, and locked him up in the Songyuan torture day and night."

Mid-ye Manjushu suddenly stopped and looked back at the two of them, his eyes as snow and ice.

The two of them were shocked, their faces pale, and they saluted together: "Senior Brother, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" Midye Manjushri had no expression on his face.

Qingzhai wiped his cold sweat: "I was so angry that I was so angry that I was talking nonsense about others, and I was verbally talking."

"How is the law of the court?" Midnight Manjushri asked.

Zi Mo whispered: "No matter how much you argue, no matter how much you discuss, no matter how much you discuss. Those who say that you are not, must be not human."

"Extend your hand." Mid-ye Manjushri raised his scabbard.

The winter moon hides from the night clouds, and the snow suddenly becomes dark.

Song Qianji looked at the man's back and disappeared into the chaotic shadows of the trees, and turned around with his hands behind his back:

"Xiao Meng, do you know where he lives?"

Meng Heze: "The monks from Qingya all live in the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

Song Qianji took a quick step: "Okay, I'll block him halfway tomorrow."

This person does not eat the hard and hard, and does not eat the oil and salt. He turns a blind eye to the poor and miserable cry. Forced him to death rather than surrender, which is harder than the ice at the end of the mainland.

‌In contrast to facing Xian Jianchen, Song Qianji would rather face this person. After all, he had already summarized a set of ways to deal with Midnight Manjushri in his previous life.

This method is not easy to imitate, and the essence is just a word

--shameless.

Ji Chen was immediately excited and clapped his hands and shouted, "Stop him!"

Meng Heze couldn't help but: "What did senior brother provoke him? Senior brother didn't like to cause trouble in the past."

Song Qianji smiled and said, "See some small troubles, in order to avoid big troubles."

Meng Heze didn't understand, but he also smiled and said, "Senior brother, just be happy."

...

When Wei Zhanyang knocked on the ground, the cold wind had already blown all the way, and he believed that his mind was clear.

‌He Qingqing's shadow still lingers.

What a terrifying magic this fairy has practiced?

Why did you see her face? Her enthusiasm sway and your blood is on your head.

‌Xianyin‌‌Big Group‌, name‌The four words "免" are the first.

The only personal legend of Fairy Jiangyun is that there is no need to risk practicing evil techniques.

As he thought about it, the knocking sound was a little messy, and the middle-aged man in the room scolded, "What's the matter panic?"

Wei Zhanyang whispered: "Father, it is related to the rise, decline, honor and disgrace of the family, and you cannot delay it."

‌Opened, ‌ quietly closed.

There were a sound of disputes, teapots breaking, and chairs rolling, and finally silent.

"She used it as a fairy sound, and the fairy sound is our country and beauty, I want it."

"This matter was agreed upon by the family. The ancestors nodded. You can change it if you say it. How easy is it?!"

Wei Zhanyang helped up the chair that fell to the ground: "Don't worry, father, if we break off the engagement, we will definitely have the principle of being exclusive and have a full face."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed: "Do you want to design the master Chen Hongzhu to break off the engagement?"

"He Qingqing, Chen Hongzhu, came to the same place. Since Fairy He came to see me, where did Chen Hongzhu go and who did he meet?" Wei Zhanyang sneered, "Of course, Song Qianji."

The middle-aged man was a little surprised: "She's courage?"

"Did she come here? ‌Song Qianji is romantic and will indulge female cultivators."

Initially, they formed an alliance with the Zhao family to participate in the assassination of Song Qianji.

Now Song Qianji is not only not dead, but has also been promoted to the Yuanying, with thousands of channels and all directions, and his power is becoming increasingly greater.

In the eyes of everyone in the world of cultivation, he sooner or later became king.

Wei Ping they sent was gone and never returned, and was used by Song Qianji.

Wei Zhanyang said: "If the eldest lady eloped with someone before the ceremony, we will compile another play of "Red Candle Running Night" and sing it all over the world of cultivation. When Huaweizong was not in a state of disagreement with us?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "There is no man in the world who is willing to cuckold himself."
To be continued...