Song Qianji made ice sculptures in the snow field. The endless ice sculptures that he almost forgot about almost time.

Midnight Manjushri sat at the window, like an ice sculpture.

The windows were wide open, the moonlight was put in, and it was flowing across the desk like flowing water.

Midnight Manjushri's bedroom is extremely high. Looking out the window, there are white flags flying all over the mountains.

The saint of calligraphy passed away, and the green cliff was white.

There are no fishing old men by the ink pond, and all the bright colors are covered or wiped off. When the cold moon shines, only the pure blue, white and black colors appear in the mountains, which are extremely solemn.

There are many weeping willows, pine and cypress, and green bamboos in the green cliffs. There are always green and green colors with staggered depths all year round.

Qingya is also a great scholar. From morning to night, scholars can always hear the sound of books.

The little disciples like to get together, write, debate, draw talismans, play chess, play cards, and feed white deer in the mountains. There is always endless things to say.

Only Midnight Manjushu lives on the highest mountain in Qingya. There is nothing in this place, no greenery, and no Yoyo deer sounds or lively voices.

The people of Qingya are extremely supportive, convinced, respected him, and feared him.

As soon as he remembered the extremely strict rules and regulations, he became subconsciously restrained.

He practices knife at midnight and gets up early to write a diary. When there is no business that he needs to deal with, he doesn't love people.

When he was sitting alone in the window, there was no diary on the table, only a small jade box.

Midnight Manjushri opened the box, closed it again, and repeated over and over again.

Since I got it, this repetitive action has almost become the habit of Midnight Manjushri.

"Pu, pu." The lid of the box rises and falls, and the sound is crisp.

This kind of activity was forced to be interrupted tonight.

"Senior Brother of the Supervisor, we have something to ask for," Zi Mo reported to him.

After obtaining permission, a group of Qingya disciples entered one after another, instantly filling Midnight Manjushri's empty residence.

The disciples looked excited and their chests fluctuated violently, as if a show had just been held.

"What's the matter?" Mid-ye Manjushu was a little surprised, but he was not in a hurry.

Qingya's formation did not fluctuate, no foreign enemies attacked, and the dean did not send a message to him, saying that Qingya was still safe.

In this chaotic world, almost the entire world of cultivation has been dragged into the vortex of war, while Qingya Academy is extremely silent and is about to be forgotten.

The leader Zi Mo, Qingzhai, looked at each other and was about to decide who would speak first with his eyes.

Someone from behind the crowd said first: "I dare to ask the senior brother of the hospital, but are you going to go to Qianqu alone?"

Midnight Manjushri frowned slightly: "Who said that?"

He frowned and the temperature dropped sharply. As soon as the episode was over, after shouting the slogans, the disciples who were passionately calmed down instantly.

"The senior brother of the supervisor is good at swordsmanship, and he is not good at acting." Zi Mo said with a wry smile.

After Midnight Manjushri left the Blood River Valley, he did not mention Qianqu, nor did he speak a word or a word.

It is because of the abnormality.

"I'm not saying that the senior brother is acting. We have been with the senior brother for so long, and I can feel it... Ah, I'm not trying to figure out the senior brother's thoughts. I just said, I mean..."

Zi Mo became darker and darker as he was stomped by Qingzhai.

"Give me the things in it." Midnight Manjushri extended to the crowd.

The first disciple who called out looked stiff and the pages were too late to hide, so he had to hand them over.

"Anti-Immortal Alliance, assisting Qiankui. Joint petition?" Mid-ye Manjushu glanced at him, "You are going to strike?"

"This is what we agreed first!" The little disciple looked at the supervisor of the upper court and his voice weakened again: "...In fact, the president agreed, cough, acquiesce."

Qingzhai hurriedly rescued him: "Song Wang Renyi was in the Ice Cave of the Blood River Valley. We had many misunderstandings about him, and he didn't care about us. He saved us from danger. He pointed out that we were even more ashamed of our practice. Now, thousands of channels are in danger, so how can we turn a blind eye? If we really want to turn a blind eye to the matter outside the window, why can we still read the books?"

‌Midnight Manjushri did not refute, and the disciples dared to speak:

"Even those casual cultivators are not afraid of death. If they dare to send King Song for a journey, are we cowards?"

"I, a disciple of Qingya, are not a scholar without a burden. If my senior brother bears the burden for us, we will be afraid of the demons in the future."

"We want to go to Qianqu with our senior brother!"

Mid-ye Manjushu listened quietly, and suddenly turned around and the jade box on the table.

Zi Mo, Qingzhai is very puzzled.

‌‌Midnight Manjushri's head: "Okay. I agree."

The disciples were overjoyed and did not dare to cheer loudly on Midnight Manjushri's face.

Zi Mo said excitedly: "What are we going to do! I will follow the arrangements of the senior brother of the hospital supervisor!"

Midnight Manjushri spit out a word: "Wait."

"etc?"

Midnight Manjushri said: "Go back, continue reading in heaven."

A disciple's smile flashed in his eyes was as fast as an illusion.

The disciples only began to whisper after they walked away.

"I have already chosen the words, why do you have to wait?"

"Wait and wait, don't act without permission. Be careful not to break the arrangements of the senior brother of the hospital supervisor."

Qingzhai: "What exactly is in that box? Are you not curious?"

Zi Mo: "I'm curious, but we don't know, and we dare not ask."

...

In contrast to the silence on the surface of Qingya, but actually the warm atmosphere, Huaweizong is the real silence.

Xuyun is meditating in Qiankun Palace.

His incarnation died under the sword of Song Qianji, and his body was injured and assassinated when he was at its weakest. He had not collected magic medicine for many years, and if he was not in Huawei Sect, he was already dead.

The assassin was chased by everyone to the Broken Cliff and jumped down from the cliff, but he didn't know how to die.

He practiced the martial arts taught by the Forbidden City, and the spiritual energy in his body had turned into blood. He dared not ask a famous doctor to treat it.

But his injuries deteriorated rapidly, and the war had not stopped and the situation was tense, so he had to compromise with He Qingqing.

He was worried about He Qingqing, the female cultivator looked like a beautiful snake. He asked Yuan Qingshi to walk with He Qingqing to approach each other, called accompanying, but actually as supervisor.

As soon as He Qingqing arrived at Huawei Sect, she had not yet reached Xuyun, but was surrounded by people and visited the Huawei Scenery.

The lakeside lotus flowers, the water bridge, and the koi. Huaweizong has made a full attitude of entertaining guests.

"This is the important 'Star Picking Platform' in my sect." Yuan Qingshi said.

However, the weather was not good. There was heavy fog today.

Looking up from afar, there is no scenery in the mountains, but only the vast sea of ​​clouds, and the sky and the earth are white.

The stone table is still placed in the pavilion, and the famous heroes are also there.

The people in Huawei Sect have complex moods, which are both glory and shame.

When writing these four lines of poetry, Song Qianji was still a small outer disciple, but now he is a king and a great enemy of the sect.

He Qingqing sat on the stone table and suddenly pulled out his dagger.

A cold light flashed, and the Su‌ flew around. Everyone in Huawei Sect screamed in shock.

"I'll just engrave a few words, why are you nervous?" He Qingqing said with a leisurely smile.

Yuan Qingshi came back again, and only four lines of poetry appeared on the stone table:

"The blood is warm and warm after breaking through hardships and dangers, and it is hard to choose the road to Xianshan."

"There will be too much of a handle in the future, and I dare to teach the world to change the colors."

"Good words, good poems!"

The disciple of the Xianyin Sect praised: "The leader wrote so well!"

Yuan Qingshi wrote poems and continued to be long clouds and mist, and said with a smile: "The fog dissipated at noon, and the Huawei Breeze is full of beauty and colorful flowers. It's good. If Master He doesn't want to wait, I can also use the Huawei Sword to disperse this floating cloud covering my eyes with the sword energy!"

He Qingqing stood up and said, "No need to wait, it is important to heal the wounds of the Sect Xuyun."

"He President Gao Yi!"

This time, even the people of Huawei Sect began to praise her.

No one doesn’t like to listen to good things, but He Qingqing has heard too much in recent days and is a little tired of listening.

But it is always thousands of times better to hear people rack their brains to say good things than being spit out.

Amid the praises, suddenly, a disciple of Xianyin whispered in surprise:

"Hey, why is there a poem on this table?"
To be continued...