"The big thing is not good, Senior Brother Meng is going crazy!"

The outer disciples all said this.

They were worried and rushed to Songyuan to work together to subdue the furious beast.

But Meng Heze was wearing an apron and brought out a bowl of noodles.

The rich soup toppings emit white breath in the cool night, and the fragrance drifts away with the spring breeze.

The hot fireworks on earth in the late night are all in this celadon noodle bowl.

Song Qianji buried his head in eating noodles and chewed them carefully.

Meng Heze was covered with a layer of soft moonlight, and a satisfied and calm smile on his face, as if he was full of hope for life and loved the whole world.

How can there be a tendency to be possessed by the fact that there is no point in being possessed by the evil spirit?

"Senior Brother Meng, are you okay?" Zhou Xiaoyun hesitated, "The wound on your body..."

There can’t be any trouble in Meng Heze. He is not alone now, he is the hope and confidence of all the outer doors.

"I'll go to treat my injuries now." Meng Heze didn't let her continue and said with a smile: "Let's go, don't disturb Senior Brother Song's rest."

The disciples looked at each other, confused, and bowed politely to Song Qianji to say goodbye.

Meng Heze finally withdrew from the courtyard.

Close the rich door, turn around, and instantly cool down.

The group walked through the flower path and arrived at a distance that ensured that Song Qianji could not hear and would not be affected. Meng Heze spoke:

"The six people in Qingya were in the audience just now?"

Zhou Xiaoyun thought for a while: "I did see them, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Meng Heze was silent.

He felt that things were not that simple.

With the Six Sages of Qingya, they may be able to bribe his opponent. After all, the other party comes from a small sect and has talent, but he is in a hurry to find cultivation resources. It is understandable that he takes risks for the spirit stone.

‌‌Braise the deacons on the sidelines and tamper with the shielding formation in the arena. Perhaps Zhao Yuping, the Deacon Hall, needs to be personally instructed.

The six sages of Qingya were pushed to the open as front pawns, and Zhao Yuping was responsible for secretly attacking.

"What to do tomorrow?" Someone interrupted his thoughts, "When the next round is over, it's time for the spectators to vote."

The outer disciples expressed their worries.

Meng Heze was too fierce just now, and none of the people watching the sidelines were afraid.

The martial arts test is also called the exhibition competition. Those who win the hearts of the people will win the world.

"The road has not yet ended." Meng Heze thought for a while and said, "Although the fight was not good this time, if it was operated properly, it would be unique and unique."

"What does it mean?" Zhou Xiaoyun was puzzled.

Meng Heze suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought about why everyone thought Miaoyan was the most beautiful? It is obvious that we have never seen her. Where does her most beautiful reputation come from?"

Song Qianji once asked him about this question. Later, he thought a lot.

Everyone shook their heads in a daze, thinking to themselves what did this have to do with Fairy Miaoyan?

Meng Heze smiled: "Aesthetics can be influenced and changed."

His extremely confident tone and expression affected other disciples, and everyone picked up hope again.

"Okay, we will never give up." Zhou Xiaoyun said firmly, "What do you need to do now? Listen to you."

"Of course... have a good night's sleep," Meng Heze said, "The bright moon and the breeze will not let it go."

With bright moon and breeze, some people are destined to not have a good sleep.

Zhao Taiji sat in the Chishui Peak Hall with a serious expression.

"A female cultivator with a big sword came out from the way?" he said coldly, "You guys say it again."

The answerer was sweating coldly: "It's indeed a female cultivator. Her natal magic weapon is a golden wire ring sword. The sword path is fierce and domineering, violent and cruel. At least she has the ability to cultivate above the Golden Pill!"

The more than ten people in the hall were not disciples in his Chishui Peak, but were guards transferred from the Zhao family.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the News Conference, they entered Huawei Sect and waited for Zhao Taiji to send him.

Zhao Yuping stood by and said boldly: "Is it because 'that person' sent someone to secretly protect Song Qianji?"

Xian Jianchen’s man?

It was not that Zhao Taiji had thought so, and he quickly denied this speculation.

After Xian Jianchen left Huawei Sect, he had no disciples or friends.

No one is loyal to him, and he doesn't need to be loyal to others. Who can he send to protect Song Qianji?

The saint of calligraphy includes Qingya Academy, the chess ghost has Ziyun Temple, and the zither fairy has Xianyin Gate.

The Sword God only has one sword.

He came and went alone, his traces were vague, and even his sword had not been shown in front of others for a long time.

If he uses Song Qianji as his apprentice and keeps people with him, it is better than sending someone to protect him personally.

Since it’s not Xian Jianchen, who is it?

Zhao Taiji calculated carefully in his mind, but still had no clue.

Because no one of the famous Jindan monks in the world of cultivation and domineering sword skills is a woman.

He couldn't figure out the other party's background. In addition to being angry, he felt a little scared of long-lost fear.

He even thought that if time went back, he shouldn't have set his sword on Qiankun Palace.

At least that must have killed a sword, shouldn't have stabbed Song Qianji.

Zhao Taiji closed his eyes: "If we can't solve this matter, I will report it to the head of the family. Before that, let's find out, is there only one Jindan around him, and are there any other powerful characters?"

Zhao Yuping complained in his heart. A golden elixir is enough to bear, how dare you come back?

Song Qianji, you are so big, why do you still come to Huawei Sect to be an outer disciple for three years?

I was so hard that I was so hard that I had no power to fight back. Now I won’t pretend anymore?

****

The wind passes through the bamboo sea, and the bamboo leaves silence.

White veil hanging from all sides of the bamboo building, and the moonlight shone into the building through the flying veil curtain, shining on Miaoyan, slanting her shadow slantingly.

There are hundreds of flowers blooming in the building, which is no less than the viewing of flowers during the day.

The pot of anemone in front of her was better than the pot she took to the flower viewing party.

This is actually an anemone with stalks, two flowers blooming, and it is hard to see in a century.

Today, the flowers on the upper floors are all displayed by female cultivators in various schools.

Miaoyan didn't do this.

She is a disciple of the Xianyin Sect. Apart from playing the piano and compose music, she has to do tens of tens of things. Other things are like flowers, tea art, chess, etc., and she only needs to show nine points, and there is no need to show off everything.

Under the moonlight, each petal of anemone shines and shines, like countless fine stars falling into the water.

——"If you like it, would you please give it to you?"

——"No need."

When Miaoyan thought of this, she picked up the golden scissors that were pruning the branches and moved her fingertips slightly.

"Click".

A flower fell into the water.

There is only one lotus left, and it is open alone.

Miaoyan put down her scissors, turned around and returned to the table, watching the piano with the light.

No matter what she has done when she goes out every day or is tired or not, she always has to practice the piano when she returns to her residence.

Her master, Fairy Wangshu, once said that among the younger generation of music practice, she is the most diligent and focused.

‌Miaoyan likes to play the piano, so she doesn’t feel pain.

Playing the piano is wonderful, easy and easy. All the words that cannot be said and thoughts that cannot be moved can be expressed through the sound of the piano.

She lowered her head and played the piano, expressing her feelings directly, and she was happy to speak up.

The moon shines on the green bamboo, and Fairy Wangshu follows the maid through the bamboo forest path.

Fairy Wangshu is 120 years old this year, and the monk has the skills to stay in the place.

Time left no trace on her body, she was still beautiful and charming, her skin was as beautiful as cream, and it could be broken.

With long eyes and long eyebrows and high hair, there is a kind of majesty that young female cultivators do not have.

People with strong positions like her will no longer pay too much attention to her appearance.
To be continued...