Song Qianji appeared, and everyone talked to him in a friendly manner, taking out the formations they brought.

"We are a casual cultivator. Don't dislike Brother Song. Try these two things and take advantage of them." Liu Sandao.

"This is Li's Formation Master. He originally arranged the protective array at the entrance of the cave. Please invite him tonight. Brother Song to see if he can help you." Lao Zheng said.

"Our Huaxi Sect does not learn formations. These formations are occasionally obtained, and it is useless to keep them for Fellow Daoist Song." Master Hua.

Song Qianji smiled, knowing that all parties must have reservations, but he just said it as if he had done his best and gave his all.

In fact, it doesn’t matter what you bring to the formation master or not.

He can adjust the formation according to the cultivation level and number of people who form the formation, and roughly control the number of spirits entering the formation.

However, the three female cultivators from the Xianyin Sect looked worried and looked at him with a silence after giving them the battle.

Since they didn't speak, Song Qianji also asked on his own initiative.

The number of guards guarding the formation this night increased, but the war was more intense than last night.

The spirit is willing to be outdone, and gather more similar people. It is only before dawn that it is willing to stop the attack.

After fighting hard overnight, the monks were extremely tired, but their injuries were mild, so they could understand and gain more.

Therefore, they were full of energy and were in a mood to joke with each other.

"I'll see you tomorrow night and bring you wine to everyone."

"Brother Song's formation is here, so they will disperse tomorrow night."

When everyone left, Song Qianji carried the snow blade and walked back swayingly.

The three of Xianyinmen looked at each other, as if they finally had an idea and stopped him.

Mu Xia bowed first and whispered: "I know what fellow Daoist Song said to Senior Sister He Yun last night."

"What's wrong with her?" Song Qianji asked.

"After she came back, she didn't move and ignored anyone's words. Her classmates were very worried about her."

Song Qianji was a little surprised.

Meng Zhi hesitated and said, "Can Fellow Daoist Song go back to see her? Fellow Daoist enlightens her, maybe it will be useful to her."

Song Qianji felt a little strange: "I remember that the noble school fairy Miaoyan was in the cave."

"This, Senior Sister Miaoyan is indeed..."

Song Qianji said: "Since Fairy Miaoyan is here, I can solve her doubts. I am the music cultivator, not the one in the Xianyin Sect. It is useless to go there."

With Miaoyan's status in the Xianyin Sect, it is not difficult to unlock a young disciple.

Unless He Yun is willing to listen to her.

The three of them were in trouble and hesitated.

Before the Huaxi schoolmaster left, Yin Zhu turned around and smiled, "I want to find fellow Taoist Song to go to your side, so I can just say it, and I want to make up some reason."

Everyone burst into laughter. Qingzhai, Zi Mo and the others were embarrassed to laugh, and pulled Song Qianji and ran away from each other.

The three people in Xianyinmen changed slightly: "Nonsense, demon-"

Just now, the word "witch" was already cursed, and when she saw Song Xun being pulled away by Qingya people, she had to leave angrily.

Song Qianji returned to Wenshu's ice room in Midnight to rest. As soon as he entered the door, a storage bag was thrown in.

Song Qianji turned on and looked at it, feeling a little amused and crying: "What's this? What's the hard work the Qingya Institute Supervisor gave me?"

"You are missing." Midnight Manjushri said.

"If you think you gave it to me, I don't have to ask someone else for it?" Song Qianji threw the storage bag on his own. "I will take care of the flowers I planted by myself, and water the soil every day. If it witheres, I will naturally feel distressed. However, the secret realm is full of wild flowers and weeds, drifting with the wind. I sighed a few words. Whether planting flowers or setting up a formation, you must work hard before you can cherish and maintain it."

Midnight Manjushri thought for a while, frowned slightly, and looked like condemnation: "You are lying to others again."

‌There are no sub-items, but they need to contribute to all parties.

"I'm a lie." Song Qianji threw the storage bag back and said with a smile: "If you want to learn how to deceive people, I can teach you for free. Unfortunately, you are smart enough, I'm afraid you can learn it."

Midnight Manjushri spoke again, opened a book, lowered his head and wrote quickly.

Song Qianji laughed for a while and suddenly realized: "Can you not be able to tell me, just scold me in your diary? What kind of hero is a curse on paper!"

...

Outside the ice room, the people in Qingya were still waiting for Qingzhai and Zi Mo taught his experience.

Zi Mo said: "After entering the formation, don't panic. If you listen to Senior Brother Song's order, you will gain something overnight. After you leave the formation, you must be careful and alert for one thing."

The people in Qingya were full of energy and took out paper and pen to prepare for the record.

I heard Qingzhai say: "At the critical moment, you must stand up and make a quick decision... to help Senior Brother Song block the peach blossoms."

After four days, the relationship between the parties eased and the tense atmosphere that was about to break out completely dissipated.

He even started bargaining and bargaining, which meant to be at ease and happy and homesick.

"I saved up the fur of the monster beast before, and went to Xianyin Sect to change a few bottles of healing pills."

"Bring our spiritual herbs and find Qingya scholar to exchange for a few talismans."

"During the day, I went to the Sanchuang Cave to drink and eat meat, went to the entrance of Xianyin Gate to listen to the piano and breathing, took turns to guard the formation at night, and exchanged my experience the next day. It was a blessing in disguise."

Xianyinmen Yinxiu takes two hours a day to perform the Tianyin technique to help the injured comb the spiritual energy.

At first, the people were not very happy: "Sister Miaoyan, if someone from Huaxi Sect came to listen, would we play it?"

Miaoyan said: "You have seen that formation. One prospers and one loss. Now only by jointly improving one's strength is the way to break the deadlock."

"Does senior sister want to help them, or..." Liaohua said with courage, "Help that Song Xun? Senior sister is deliberately approaching him recently. Will she be interested in him? He has been a casual cultivator, without a family, and no support from sects. Even if he has real skills, as long as he has no intention of becoming famous, it is not worthy of his senior sister's different eyes."

In the hearts of Miaoyan's followers, Miaoyan should be matched with the strongest one. The strength lies in talent or cultivation, and more in status and power.

Miaoyan looked at everyone's expressions and frowned: "Are you teaching me?"

"We dare to disobey our senior sister." Mu Xia tried her best to say politely, "but Master Shu once said that if the senior sister finds a composer, it may be a good thing for the senior sister."

Miaoyan said coldly: "Is it good or bad? I will distinguish it from it clearly. I want you to point it?"

This is a stern reprimand.

Everyone was silent, and only felt that the misogyny was as gentle as before. It seemed that since they came back that day, they had never shown the most perfect smile.

Song Qianji did not feel the deliberate approaching of "He Yun" at all, and only regarded the other party as a junior who came to invite him occasionally.

Because he was in charge of the formation, all parties wanted to get close to him and often gave him wine, meat, robe, peony and flowers.

But the Qingya scholars around him were strictly guarded and often He Yun was interrupted as soon as he spoke hello.

It was not until the fifth day that the monks entered the formation and each had its own star positions.

Suddenly, the mountain shook, like a dragon turning over, ice cone and ice chips smashed down on their heads like rain.

Song Qianji's heart was slightly moved.

After waiting for so long, we finally arrived.
Chapter completed!