Song Qianji fell asleep while waiting for the meal.

It’s not his fault for being sleepy in spring, but if you want to blame it, it’s because the spring breeze is too gentle, the dusk is too dark, and the fragrance of flowers is too intoxicating.

The lounge chair Zhao Jiheng gave was too comfortable, the cushion was too soft, like a small beast's warm nest covered with fluffy hay.

In his previous life, he used meditation and breathing instead of sleep. Even if he was extremely tired, he would definitely have a sword on his hand and could draw a sword at any time.

Even though he later lived in the Immortal Palace on the top of the mountain, the bedroom had the most sophisticated and powerful formations, he believed that sleep wasting time and was unsafe.

The dream is filled with the fragrance of wisteria flowers, there is a barren mountain where no grass grows, and a desert with soil erosion.

He worked hard day by day without fear of cold and heat. Spring goes and autumn comes, and thousands of wastelands eventually turn into oasis.

Song Qianji was addicted to farming and refused to wake up. He vaguely heard the noise. When he opened his eyes, he saw Meng Heze unbuttoned with one hand, looking like he wanted to fight with someone.

The dream was shattered, and he subconsciously frowned, called Xiao Meng first, looked at the three uninvited guests by the door, and couldn't help laughing:

"Please come in."

It turns out that the second generation of Qingya Academy cultivation circle is popular in various green this year. Fortunately, they only like to shake fans and don’t like to wear hats.

The three of them stepped into the threshold and wanted to pick on Song Qianji's misconduct when they were treated, but they saw that the man had a smile on his face.

It is not their common flattery or charming smile; it is not their obvious hostile sneer or sinister smile.

The three of them were so confused that they laughed.

If you dare to stand up bravely, you will be prepared to be arrogantly provoked by the other party or be flattered and begged for mercy.

No matter which one they encounter, they have solutions.

But it is definitely not included in the current situation. Song Qianji felt funny from the bottom of his heart, so he smiled without hesitation.

He even sent away the nervous boy named Meng: "It's okay."

The three of them finally came to their senses, and this person didn't take them seriously at all!

The water-green long robe was about to get angry and scold, but the green brocade robe shook his head to stop him.

Song Qianji was just sleeping and didn't hear their identities. It would be better to give him another chance, so he told himself again:

"The third of the Six Sages of Qingya visited fellow Taoist Song. The two of them are Zeng Liangjun, Zeng of Yanshui County, and Cao Boxue of Cao of Fuyang County. I was born in the Zhan family of Chongwen County, and I was the grandson of the ancestor of the Three True Emperors and the son of the Taoist Lord Tiebi. I am not talented, so Zhan Denggao."

Meng Heze, who was beside the stove, heard it and thought that this breath was too long. It would be a pity if he didn't learn to sign up for the dish.

Song Qianji still had that kind of smile on his face: "Oh, hello you guys, have you eaten?"

The three of them were stunned.

Only ordinary people ask if they eat, but monks rarely say hello like this.

Is this a sarcasm?! I mocked them for their lack of cultivation?

Zeng Liangjun, who was in the water-green shirt, was the youngest and most impatient, so he retorted: "I have already fasted, can you control it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Heze held the noodle bowl and put it on the stone table steadily:

"Senior Brother Song, be careful."

A celadon bowl, spring noodles, a few drops of small grinding sesame oil floated.

Red diced radish, green onions, and tender green vegetables.

It turned out that the other party was really asking them if they were having a meal, and the three of them turned red.

Then he looked contemptuous, dare to take out such a thing to treat guests?

I never tire of fine meat when I eat, but how can I get the vulgar things in the countryside be kept in my mouth?

But a natural fragrance floated out of the noodle bowl, lingering in the nose and never dissipated for a long time.

"I don't care." Song Qianji said and started to turn on his chopsticks, "I haven't eaten yet."

He ate without hesitation, focused on chewing, without saying a word.

So the scene became even more wrong.

Song Qianji sat and they stood.

Song Qianji ate, they watched.

The three of them stared at the noodles, feeling very hatred.

Just eating a bowl of spring noodles, is it as to be so serious?

We said we wouldn't eat, and you wouldn't be humble?

This person is indeed a tough character, with a deep scheming, a knife hidden in his smile and a needle in his cotton, which makes people unable to do anything!

"Senior Brother Liu, when will you come? Hurry up!"

Perhaps God heard their inner prayers and could not bear to suffer any further.

Song Qianji finally finished eating. Meng Heze served the brewed tea.

And the flower path leading to the Songyuan, three noble boys came.

"Is this household a Songyuan?" asked the miserable green boy with a smile.

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at the visitor. The miserable green, the bean green, and the pine smoke green.

She thought to herself that the onions in Senior Brother Song’s vegetable field will grow so well.

He smiled and said, "That's right, I wonder which onion you are?"

Suddenly, when the three of them looked ugly, they realized that they had made a mistake and covered their mouths: "I asked the three fellow Taoists the names of Gao, what are they doing when they come to find Senior Brother Song."

The miserable green boy said loudly: "The third of the six sages of Qingya, Liu Tianhan, Wei Hong, Kang Jiaxu, please come out and meet with fellow Taoist Song."

Sancong's eyes lit up in the courtyard, and he hurriedly ran out, standing next to the other three, lined up with his head raised and his chest raised.

If you come well and shout well, you should let Song Qianji go out, why should they go in?

Before he could shout outside the door, Song Qianji had already brought Meng Heze out.

The yard is small and full of plantings.

What if three more squeeze in, knock them over and break them up, and what to do if I break them?

Later, the three people mistakenly thought that they had a great reputation and were full of reputations, and couldn't help but smile proudly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Meng Heze asked coldly.

Liu Tianhan smiled and said, "I heard that fellow Taoist Song is noble and noble, and is free from the world. In his eyes, flowers, dirt, red and pink skeletons are no different."

Song Qianji thought to himself that you were talking about something: "I dare not take it."

As soon as the four words "Red Pink Skeleton" were released, who didn't know that they were coming forward for Fairy Miaoyan and coming to the door for trouble.

But for a moment, the roosters crowed and the smoke and dust flew, and a large number of outer disciples of Huawei Sect ran outside the gate of Songyuan.

There are many people and many people, and they are eyeing the visitors.

The Six Sages of Qingya had long heard that Song Qianji had an extraordinary status in the outer sect, and he did not think he was offended when he saw this scene.

"Don't be nervous, we have no malice." Wei Hong smiled and said, "It's just that we don't believe that there are really people in the world who don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness. Ask Qingya Academy, do academic research and dig into the bottom line. If you encounter confusion and difficulties on weekdays, you must understand it!"

"Yes! Our academy is reasonable in everything, and we will not make unreasonable troubles and wrongly accuse others!" Zhan Denggao was proud, "and not to turn black and white. He knew it was beautiful in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit it. Instead, he spoke rudely and attracted public attention."

"We just want to invite fellow Taoist Song to meet someone." Zeng Liangjun expressed his excitement, "If fellow Taoist Song can say that sentence again when facing this person, we will leave immediately, and there is no other word!"

"Who do you see?" Song Qianji was aroused by them.

Later, Liu Tianhan and the other three suddenly made way to the side of the road.

This gave way to the person who was behind him.

The man was slender and wearing a simple white dress without any decoration.

Wearing a mili li on the head, covering the face with a silk yarn, it is impossible to see the facial features clearly.

When she came out, people couldn't help staring at her.

Judging from his figure, he was a girl. Although she didn't have any face, she was graceful and elegant, graceful and gentle, and in her actions, she looked like a weak willow to support the wind.

Zhou Xiaoyun was secretly amazed, could this be the squid hairpin and cloth skirt, and it was hard to hide the beauty. With the aesthetics of the female cultivator, she really envied the other party.

The woman in white was wrapped in a dress and a fence, with only one pair of hands exposed.

The ten fingers are slender, and the bones and flesh are evenly stopped.

The nails are well-mannered, with strong knuckles and thin calluses on the fingertips. They have not destroyed the beauty of these hands, but have added a kind of tough beauty.

——This is a pair of hands that play the piano, you will have to do hard work and practice every day.

The sunset and twilight are plated on the shiny nails, glowing with thin redness.

Many people can't help but think, even Fairy Miaoyan, the best beauty who is good at piano, can she be more beautiful than the person in front of you if she only shows her hands?

Only Meng Heze sneered.

With Senior Brother Song's concentration, let alone leading a beauty, even if you bring ten unclothed beauties and dancing in front of him, he will not frown.

Zhou Xiaoyun asked softly: "Fellow Taoist, what's your name?"
To be continued...